Message-ID: <16660eli$9810180531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sundance69@hotmail.com (Sundance Tales) Subject: {Sundance Tales} NEW! (Updated) "Teacher's Pet" [m/f,teen,rom,cons - 2 of 6] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <362ba0dd.3300401@enews.newsguy.com> 'Teacher's Pet' Part 2 of 6 (Updated - First posting was wrong version) by Sundance Copyright, 1998 : All Rights Reserved First Published: 9/29/98 Comments and Criticisms are ALWAYS Appreciated. Send them to sundance69@hotmail.com Missing pieces? Look at http://extra.newsguy.com/~suntales +==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+ The following is a work of total fiction. 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This isn't being forced on you. +==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+ Chapter 2 -- "Out with the Old, In with the New" The bell rang signaling that Kent's first attempt at substitute teaching was finally finished. The students were a bit reserved at first and he too was certainly nervous, but by the time class ended everybody involved seemed to be loosening up. The students filed out of the class, mingling amongst themselves about a variety of subjects ranging from the upcoming video music awards to the big game later that week. A couple of kids even thanked Kent as they walked by, providing him a reassuring message that this might just work out after all. He began to stuff his teaching materials into the leather satchel he was using as a brief case when he noticed two students approaching his desk. One he recognized as the blonde tennis vixen from the crosswalk. The other, a more conservatively dressed redhead, stepped up and spoke first. "Mr. Darian?" "Yes… but remember, I prefer Kent," he smiled. "Right... Kent. I'm Emily Naughton," and she reached out to shake his hand. "I was… I mean I guess I still am… Mr. Sullivan's teaching assistant. I help in grading papers for some of the more junior math classes and I also work in the math lab after school. They probably didn't explain our program to you very well" "Actually, they didn't explain the program at all." Emily smiled at Kent's honest reply. He noticed a very warm smile beneath that overly conservative exterior. "Well, it's pretty simple really. Like I said, I'm here to help you grade papers for the introductory algebra classes. You have two of those, in case you haven't got that far. I also coordinate the teacher's schedules for working in the math lab. All the teachers take turns working in the math lab after school, helping students with the assignments. I can explain all the details of that later, but just wanted to introduce myself now, so that you would know who I was." "Well, I'm glad you did." Kent glanced at the blonde tennis player with the killer figure that was waiting patiently, her books clutched to her chest, for his and Emily's conversation to end. "And you would be?" Kent inquired, reaching out his hand again. "I'm Jenna" Her grip was warm and she had a firm, inviting handshake. Kent felt his heart beat slightly faster as the young girl held on an extra moment, her shimmering blue eyes locked with his own. "You look familiar Kent," Jenna added, still holding on to his hand. "I think I saw you this morning sitting at the stop light. As we were walking to school. You were driving that really nice car. The red sports car. That was you, wasn't it?" "Yeah, I guess it was. Guilty as charged," Kent replied. "Tell me something Kent," Jenna continued with a sense of icy suspicion. "How does a substitute teacher afford to drive a car like that - and afford yuppie clothes like you're wearing? Does your family have money or something?" "God Jenna," Emily interrupted. "Those are pretty personal questions you're asking!" "That's ok," Kent replied. "No, my family doesn't have money and, as I mentioned at the start of class, I haven't been a substitute teacher for very long. My last job paid much better than this one. I was very fortunate." "I'd say," and she glanced up and down at Kent once more. "What did you do?" She just stared into his eyes with a confident air, refusing to look away until Kent did. Again he felt his heart quicken. He didn't like the effect this little girl was having on him. "I was in securities trading" "Wow… here?" Jenna asked. "No, in New York City" "That's like stocks and stuff, right?" Emily interjected. "Yeah, sort of." "So you left that kind of career for this?" Jenna asked skeptically. "Well, not really. I left that type of career because I was unhappy. I had reached a point where I couldn't take anymore and had to get away from it all. I had no idea that seven months later I would be here, standing in front of a high school class teaching Algebra" "So how did you end up here?" Emily asked. "Well, it was kind of a fluke really. My brother Ethan works over at the community college teaching math. One day he showed up at home sick and mentioned he was going to have to cancel his evening Algebra class. He hated doing that because it was a night class and missing that one session would really set the students back. I was dying of boredom, so I convinced him to let me teach it for him." "Wow, and he let you do it? How did you pull it off on such short notice?," Emily continued. "Well, that part was easy. I've always been the math guru in the family. That's why I went into finance. I was the one who actually carried Ethan through math when we were younger. He had the lesson plans already prepared, so I looked those over and picked up pretty quickly that night's lecture. The hard part was convincing him I wouldn't tell anybody that I wasn't an official substitute. He would have been in big trouble for that part. He finally agreed, and I had such a great time I thought it might be something I would like to do more of. So I studied and took the Emergency Teaching Credential exam and… well, the rest is history. So I'm here testing the waters, sort of speak, seeing if this is really something I want to do going forward." "So you think you'll like it?" Emily asked. "Well, too early to tell, but so far, so good. I was looking to make a big change. Spend my time doing something where I could make a difference, you know? Something other than making the 'rich richer'. I think this job has all the elements for that, so we'll see." "There's nothing wrong with making the rich richer," Jenna piped in. Kent laughed. Emily just glanced at her friend's superficial comment and rolled her eyes. "So what did you do besides study for that exam with all your time off," Jenna continued. As usual, she wasn't going to stay in the background of this conversation for very long. "Well, I started out taking things pretty easy. Spent a lot of time on the beach." "I take it that's where you got that tan?" "Yeah, I know. Terrible for my skin," Kent replied. "You must have spent a lot of time in the gym too," Jenna cooed. She reached over and squeezed his muscular arm through the material of his long sleeved shirt. "Look what big muscles he has, Emily" Emily just stood silent, frowning, as she watched Jenna swooning over Kent. He felt himself heating up with embarrassment and started to gather his belongings together, using his body language to indicate that this was a good time to end this conversation. "Well girls, I need to start getting ready for my next class." "It was nice meeting you Mr. Darian. I mean - Kent," Jenna added, emphasizing the 'K' in his name. He looked up at her and she was still watching him, a sly grin on her face. "Nice meeting you Jenna, and you too Emily. We'll see each other again." "Oh, you can count on that," Jenna purred in a clearly suggestive manner. Kent looked up once more, just in time to notice Emily glaring at her friend with an obvious look of spite. The girls turned to walk out. Kent continued to pack his satchel, but took a moment to steal one last glance at Jenna's behind as she exited the room. Even with her back to him, Jenna was fairly certain he was watching her leave and made sure she rocked her hips just a bit more than usual, just for his pleasure. Once again Kent felt that stirring - that stirring he knew could only mean trouble. ++++++ Emily and Jenna exited and started towards their next classroom. They hadn't taken 10 steps when Emily turned to her friend, a look of anger on her face. "Why do you have to come on to every good looking guy you meet?" she lashed out at Jenna. "What are you talking about?" Jenna replied defensively. "Back there… in the classroom… you were practically fawning all over Kent." She raised her voice a couple of octaves to mimic Jenna. "Oh you can be sure you'll see us again, Kent -- Doesn't he have big muscles, Emily?" She raised her finger to her mouth and made a gagging sound. "I thought I was going to puke!" "I wasn't coming on to him!" A couple of kids turned to look at Jenna as she raised her voice to Emily. She leaned over and spoke more softly. "Trust me Emily. If I were coming on to him, both you and your precious Kent would have known it. I think he is really cute and I was letting him know. That's all. Just because you're afraid to let a good looking man know you think he's attractive doesn't mean we all should walk around like we're old maids." Emily turned to face her friend, her teeth clenched, a furious fire in her eyes. At that moment Dirk approached. He could sense trouble was brewing between the two girls. "What's going on?" he interrupted. "Looks like a cat fight. Cool!" "Nothing," Jenna replied. "Emily just has her chastity belt on too tight today." "Chastity belt?" Dirk mumbled with a confused look. "What's a chastity belt?" "Let's go," Jenna's last words as she dragged Dirk away and down the hall. Emily turned to face the lockers. She was so furious with Jenna's last comment she could barely turn the dial on her combination lock. Finally unlatched, she threw open the metal door and slammed her books down on the shelf. She stood staring into the small mirror she had mounted on the inside of the locker. As mad as she was at Jenna, she knew her friend was right. Emily never let a boy know she thought he was interesting or cute and, worst of all, she didn't really know why. She intentionally dressed the way she did, held her hair up, the whole thing, as if to make a statement. A statement that she didn't have time for boys or for such games. In truth, she would have liked more than anything to flirt with Kent, to see him look at her at her the way he was looking at Jenna. Sure, he was calm and collected, the consummate professional, but she could see it in his eyes. She could see that same attraction that all the guys have when they looked at Jenna. She continued to stare into the mirror, tears forming in her eyes, a sudden pang of loneliness piercing through her stomach. She composed herself quickly, drying the tears with the sleeve of her dress. She reached in the locker and grabbed the backpack she used on heavy homework days. She rummaged through until she found the newspaper she remembered leaving there. Flipping through the entertainment section, she found the ad for Mason's department store advertising free makeovers. Just as she remembered, the promotion went on today from 12:00 - 8:00 p.m., at the same time as a sale in the Jr. Miss section of the store that continued through the weekend. The ad read 'Come in and let our beauty consultants show you the woman hidden within'. There was definitely a woman hidden within Emily and that woman had indeed been hidden for too long. She checked her purse. The gift certificate her Grandmother had given her was still there, as was her birthday money she still hadn't spent. She counted it up and figured there was enough for some makeup and at least one new outfit. She stared into the locker mirror once more, but this time with a subtle smile. "Goodbye old maid Emily. Get ready to say hello to the new Emily," her last words before she slammed the door and started off to class. +++++ Kent arrived for his second day of teaching. As he walked by the office he waved at Doris. While he couldn't hear her, he could see her acting giddy as she waved back enthusiastically, mouthing 'Hi Kent' through the office window. He made his way to the classroom and waited for the students to arrive. All in all, things were working out famously. He had two other classes the previous day, just as Emily had described. All the rehearsing of his lessons at home had benefited him and his lectures were delivered flawlessly. The students filed into class and began to take their seats. He greeted each as they entered. As the flood of young people passed, he propped himself up on his desk and began to read the copy of the school newspaper that he had found in the envelope that Doris had given him the previous day. He flipped several pages until he came to the sports section. Immediately he recognized the picture of the young girl firing furiously through a tennis ball with a double handed back-hand as Jenna, the vixen from the crosswalk. He read on. It seemed Ms. Jenna, Jenna Slater to be exact, was ranked number two in the state in tennis. She was also considered a finalist in line to receive the Kemper Grayson Tennis Scholarship which, according to the article, was both prestigious and hard to come by. Evidently, this particular scholarship didn't necessarily go to the best athlete, but to the best athlete who doubled as the model student. The article chronicled Jenna's accomplishments, on and off the court, pointing out her crown as homecoming queen and her nomination in the upcoming running for student body president. Kent snickered under his breath, thinking he would vote her best student body any day. As he finished the article and flipped to the next page, he caught a glimpse out of his eye, and turned to notice Jenna entering the room. His heart skipped a beat, remembering how flirtatious she was the day before. She was awfully cute, that much was sure. She didn't have her tennis outfit on today, but still looked as gorgeous as ever. In fact, today's wardrobe was just as sexy. A one-piece dress that stretched to just above her knees and hugged nicely her trim body and medium sized breasts. "Good morning Jenna, and how are you today?" She turned; smiling, obviously impressed with the way Kent had remembered her name. He didn't give it away that he had just read it in the newspaper column. "Well I'm fine Kent, and how are you?" "Awesome," he replied with an enthusiastic grin. He waited for Jenna to take her seat. The entire class was almost present. He looked around and noticed the one empty seat next to Jenna. "Who are we missing?" "Emily. She usually rides with me but today called to say she was running a bit late. Should be here soon," Jenna replied. About that time the last student entered the class. Kent turned to face the girl entering, a quite attractive girl. His first thought was he had missed her the prior day. The girl smiled at Kent as she walked by, just about the time he heard Jenna shriek from the back of the room. "Emily! Oh my God! What happened to YOU!" All the students, including Kent watched the stranger take a seat. She was blushing from all the attention. As she sat down, he noticed it was Emily, although what a change in her appearance. The granny dress she had on yesterday was absent, replaced by a pair of snug blue jeans. Her red hair was down, and much longer than one would have guessed when she wore it up. She was wearing a white, button down, long sleeved shirt that covered her top, but still hugged an ample chest, a bosom he hadn't noticed yesterday. Her features were accented with a gentle blend of makeup. "What have you done? You look… you look GREAT," Jenna gushed. "Shhhh," Emily whispered, trying to divert attention from herself. "I'll explain it all to you later." She turned to the front of the class and faced Kent. He was watching her and smiled. She smiled back, the same warm smile he remembered from the day before. He was wondering to himself if yesterday was just an off day for the pretty young girl, but judging from the reactions of the other students, Emily had made a pretty drastic change in her overall presence. As Kent glanced around the room, he noticed several of the male students still fixated on her. He wondered if she noticed. "Well, good morning for the second time," Kent's voice boomed through the classroom. "Good -- Morning -- Mister -- Darian," they all sang out in perfect unison, then all burst out into laughter at the sound of their voices all in harmony. Kent just stood smirking. "You guys practiced that outside, didn't you?" he chuckled, standing from his seated position on the desk. "That just earned you a pop quiz." The students continued to laugh. "Well, let's get started. Today we're talking about polynomials." +++++ Chapter 3 - "Picture My Soul" Emily could hear the blare of Saturday morning cartoons pouring in from the living as she stood looking at the jewelry and accessories on her dresser. This new wardrobe thing was making the task of getting dressed ever more complicated. She glanced at the digital clock on her bedroom dressing table and noticed it was nearing 9:00 a.m. She had plenty of time, but wanted to get to the meeting early and needed to get moving soon. She fastened the straps on her sandals and glanced in the mirror one last time. She still wasn't entirely comfortable in these new outfits, or this new look. The outfit she had on today was one of those her Mother had bought her after the day she arrived home from her makeover. She couldn't remember a time when her Mother was both so surprised, and so excited, as when she saw Emily enter the house wearing something other than the standard granny dress ensemble. She immediately raced down the next day and bought her daughter an entire wardrobe of new clothes in hopes that this wouldn't be a temporary change. Today's outfit was a pair of tan shorts with a green short sleeved blouse. By anybody else's standards she was dressed fine, but compared to the long dresses she was used to wearing, she felt practically naked. One advantage of today's outfit was that instead of driving her Dad's second hand car to the school, she could actually ride her bike to the photography club meeting. That would be refreshing. She grabbed her backpack off the bed and started for the garage. Pressing the small plastic button on the wall sent the collapsible metal garage door creaking upwards on its tracks. She strapped the backpack over her shoulders and started wheeling her bicycle into the driveway. About that time she heard the door on the house across the street open and saw Kent emerge in shorts and a tank top with his gym bag in tow. "Hey Kent," she called out to him, waving. "Emily, is that you? What are you doing around here?" "I live right there," she replied, motioning to her Mom's house. "You didn't know that, did you." "No, I didn't. Wow, what a coincidence" "Yeah, I got to thinking after we first met last week and realized that you lived right across the street. I just hadn't had a chance to mention it." "So where you headed off to this fine Saturday morning?" "Oh, we have our Shutterbugs photography club meetings on Saturdays down at the school. That's where I'm headed." "Photography, eh?" "Yeah. That's my hobby. I'm thinking of maybe pursuing it professionally. You look like you're headed to the gym." She tried to maintain eye contact with Kent as she talked, but felt her eyes tugging to steal a glance at his muscular frame. She wondered if he felt naked in those skimpy shorts and tank top. "Yep, not getting any younger," he smiled, patting his hard stomach. "Can't let all that hard work I put in before getting a real job disappear." "Hey, I have something for you." Emily wheeled her bicycle across the street to where Kent was standing and put down the kickstand. She eased off her backpack, pulled loose the strings that held it closed, and started fishing around, finally pulling out a binder and some folders. "One of these is has the schedule for the math lab and when you're supposed to help out next week." She was having a tough time holding the binders and folders at the same time as sorting through to find the specific piece of paper she was referring to. "I got one of those too," Kent added. "It's in the house. Look, have you got a second, because I did have some questions on that." "Yeah, actually I was heading off earlier than I needed to." "Come inside for a minute. It won't take long" She put the binder and folders back in her backpack and eased her bicycle up near the porch. Her and Kent entered the house. It was modest home, not necessarily tastefully decorated. There were mismatching prints on the walls and the furniture was in serious need of being reupholstered. There was even one of those lava lamps on one table, plugged in and active, spurting blobs of a lard type material up towards the top, to float back down in a sea of oil. "Wow… so this is your place," Emily noted, looking around, trying to be neutral in her observations. "No, this is my Brother Ethan's place. I'm only staying here until I figure out what I want to do. You can tell he didn't receive the gift for decorating, can't you." They both laughed out loud. "Well, I wasn't going to say anything." Emily was a bit embarrassed by how obvious her first impression must have been. Kent went to the desk and grabbed his leather satchel and started searching for the paper in question. He thumbed through several stacks, then looked up with a puzzled expression. "We're just batting a thousand here. I can't find my copy either. I must have left it at school." "Oh, I've got mine, I just couldn't find it out there," and she moved over and sat on the couch, resting the backpack on the table. She reached in and pulled out the same binder and set of folders, but suddenly lost her grip and they tumbled across the table, breaking loose, with papers scattering across the floor. Emily's look was one of exasperation; not able to believe she had been so clumsy. "I've got it, I've got it," Kent intercepted. "Just stay there." He moved to the other side of the table and started grabbing the papers and notes off the floor and forming stacks on the tabletop. As he worked his way around he turned over a stack of 8 x 10 black and white photos. He paused, working his way through the deck and reviewing each one. "Did you take these? These are really good" He moved over and took a seat on the couch next to Emily and continued to browse the photos. She sat silently watching his reaction as he took in each picture. The roll he was reviewing were a series of landscape shots she had taken about a month before on a field trip with the photography club. She was a bit uneasy having him look at her pictures. Aside from the photos she had entered into contests, she was pretty cautious about showing people her work. She put a lot of time, a lot of energy, and a lot of herself into her pictures and felt a bit like somebody was seeing something inside her when they looked at the pictures she photographed. "Well, those aren't going to tell you when you're scheduled at the math lab," and she started to take the photos from Kent. "Hold on, now. You said you weren't in any hurry. I want to look at these. Do you mind?" She paused for a moment in consideration. Normally, she would have been honest enough to say, 'yes, she did mind', but there was something about Kent that made him different. There was something that allowed her to trust him. "No, I don't mind." Kent moved through the photographs slowly. He seemed to study each picture, taking in every detail, pointing out specific things about each one that he liked. She was fascinated watching him, as many of the points he was mentioning were exactly the things she saw in the scene when she decided to snap the picture. He was noticing the subtleties, the mood that was captured by her camera lens. Most people just glance at a photo and see it as some random snapshot of a pretty scene, the kind they take while on vacation. But to Emily, photography was so much more then than, something so much deeper. She capturing a still moment of an ever changing world, a moment that would be absolutely unique for all of eternity, that nobody could ever replicate, no matter how hard they tried. "You're really very talented," Kent added. "I would love to see some of your other work sometime" Emily paused in silence. Kent wasn't sure what she was thinking. Had he had in someway invaded her privacy or offended her by the comments he was making regarding her photographs? She finally spoke again. "Would you really like to see some of my other pictures?" "Absolutely" She paused again, and then reached for the backpack. She looked inside and pulled out a bright green folder, obviously color coated so that she could easily distinguish it from the rest. Something inside that folder made it very important. She opened it and pulled out a stack of pictures, enclosed in sheets of tissue paper. She held them in both her hands and turned to him, looking him in the eyes. "Nobody in the world has seen these pictures. I know it sounds really silly, but I put a lot of 'me' into my photography. When somebody looks at my photos, especially the way you just did, it's almost like they are peering into my soul. These pictures I took about a year ago, downtown. I think they're the best I've ever taken, but also the most personal. Would you… look at them and tell me what you think?" Kent stared at the young girl holding the stack. He could see in her eyes that she was taking a significant personal risk in what she was asking. "Emily, I would be honored to look at your photos." She handed him the stack and moved closer to him on the couch. Her bare knee brushed up against his hairy leg as she nestled close, but she didn't seem to notice. Kent noticed, but realized the glance for what it was. The photos she had taken were all of homeless people. The first was of an elderly man in tattered clothes and an unshaven beard lying passed out on a park bench. He was cradling in his arms a wrinkled paper bag obviously holding his nourishment for the day with his mouth open wide as if 'catching flies'. Still, as uncomfortable as his makeshift bed was, as ragged as his wardrobe, he had an almost uncanny smile across his open mouth, providing a keen sense of irony to the picture. How could this man be happy, smiling, based on his circumstances, or at least our interpretation of his circumstances? Yet, for this moment, he was happy, and Emily's photo captured that moment perfectly. Kent placed the photo on the back of the stack and proceeded to the next. The second was of a young woman, probably in her mid 20's, standing on a street corner. She had three children of varying ages with her, one sitting in a dilapidated baby stroller, one standing next to her, and the youngest in her arms. It was obvious they had been wearing the same clothes for days. The faces of all three people were facing down the street. What they were looking at, or for, was left to the viewer's imagination. The struggles they must have been facing were etched in the expression of each person, no matter what their age, and Kent felt his heart pouring out to the woman and her obvious plight. "Emily, these are incredible. You've captured so much emotion in these pictures." "This one," and she leaned into Kent, "This one made me cry as soon as I developed it. That poor woman. What she must be going through having to try and raise those three children. She's obviously by herself." "Yeah, it makes one very thankful for what they have. That's a lot of why I ended up leaving my prior career. It seemed all I was doing was contributing to the chasm of economic differences in this country. The same chasm that contributes to situations like this." Emily just stared at Kent as he spoke, as he moved from one photo to the next. He was so mature, so down-to-earth, so caring… so handsome. But his looks were only the trimmings. What made him so special was what was inside. She could only hope that one day she could find a man with the values that Kent had. Finished with the stack, he carefully placed the sheets of protective tissue paper around the photos and placed them back in the green folder and handed them back to Emily. "Thank you again for sharing those with me. I am truly honored, and you are truly talented." "Well, I'm glad you liked them. Kent, can I ask you a personal question?" "Shoot." She paused, as if contemplating whether she really wanted to ask. "Well… you're young, attractive, successful, a really nice guy." "Keep going," and they both laughed. "Why aren't you married?" He noticed that she hadn't moved from her nestled position, even though his browsing of the photographs was complete. In truth, he didn't mind. He was enjoying the closeness they were both feeling. Closeness made obvious by the types of questions she was asking. "Well, it's pretty simple really. I never met the right person. Actually, up until recently, all I did was work. There was seldom any time for a relationship. I dated occasionally, but haven't been serious with anybody for years." "Oh." "Why do you ask? Are you available?" and he swatted her knee making obvious that he was joking. She looked down and seemed to frown a bit. He wondered if he had said something wrong. "Yeah, a little too available," she finally replied. "Although, I have had two guys ask for my phone number this week. Ever since I got my make over," and she laughed. "Guys are so superficial. Spend $150.00 at a department store and it changes everything. Who says you can't buy love?" "Well, whoever snags you will be one luck man. You're a very talented, intelligent girl." She just stared into his dark eyes, moving her glances from one to the next, seeming to hang on his last comment. He couldn't help but notice how attractive she really was, even if she was almost 20 years his junior. Her eyes were a unique shade of green, perfectly accented by her red hair. As superficial as it may be, her decision to now wear it hair down was a wise one, as it provided a stunning frame of her features. Had she been a few years older, he would indeed be tempted. Actually, temptation had already set in. Had she been a few years older, he might be taking action right now. The thought of 'Jailbait' swam through his mind again, the second time in only a handful of days. 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