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toxic_cornTitle: The Game
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toxic_corn and nutmeg610
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to ABC, Scholastic Books, and Ann M. Martin respectively.
Summary: Follows The Tape. Chad and Mary Anne play a little game...
The Game
Mary Anne smoothed down her plaid skirt before entering the gym. The class had long since gone outside to run laps and for whatever reason, the teacher was still in the gym, marking something off on his clipboard. He didn't look up as she approached him, though he had to have heard her heels clicking on the wooden floor.
"Mr. Shelten? My name's Mary Anne Spier. I just transferred here from Connecticut so I don't have a P.E. uniform yet."
Chad Shelten looked up from going over the attendance sheet, scowling at being interrupted. Wasn't everyone supposed to be outside by now? His scowl softened a little when he saw the girl standing in front of him. She wore the standard school uniform he was used to seeing day in and day out but seeing her in it was somehow... different. Maybe it was the genuine sweetness that radiated off of her in warm rays as she looked up at him with big doe eyes.
He tried to shake off his attraction. "And you think that should get you out of class?"
She frowned sweetly. "Yes? I can't really run laps in these shoes. "
"So take them off." Chad turned his attention back to his clipboard.
Was he for real? "But I don't have any sneakers and I can't run in my stockings."
"So take off your stockings and go barefoot. God, do I have to think of everything?" he sighed in exasperation. Toooo many years in this job.
"I don't think my father would like me running barefoot, Mr. Shelten." Mary Anne pouted. Not that she was so hot on the idea, either...
"Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "Then take off your shoes and stockings and jump rope instead. You need to do something active this period or you'll get a zero in the gradebook."
Pouting, Mary Anne kicked off her shoes and slowly slid off her stockings to make sure they wouldn't get a run. She noticed the way Mr. Shelten's eyes watched her; he probably wasn't even aware of what he was doing. Interesting.
"Where can I get a jump rope?"
"I have them back in my office in the supply closet. C'mon." Chad inclined his head, indicating she follow him. With an eyeroll and a big sigh of teenage annoyance, she trailed after him. He sighed as well, an impatient exhale of breath.
"Jumping rope is so lame," Mary Anne muttered to herself.
Chad whirled around. "What was that Miss Spier? Are you calling my teaching methods into question?"
"What, by saying jumping rope is lame?" She blinked in surprise. "That's like, a universal fact."
He narrowed his eyes at her before turning back around to continue leading her to his office. "Miss Spier, I suggest you change your attitude right now, or you'll be coming in after school to jump rope some more."
As they passed through the door, Mary Anne started to giggle. "You're cute when you're angry, Mr. Shelten. Okay, jumping rope isn't lame. Now hand me one so we can get this over with."
She wasn't supposed to be this adorable; he wasn't supposed to be this attracted to a student. He fumed in frustration, knowing he had to put her off some way.
"Obviously in Connecticut the students are allowed to backtalk their teachers. But here in L.A., we don't put up with that sort of thing. That's strike one. Cross me two more times and you'll be coming in after school everyday for a month to do nothing but jump rope." He handed her a jump rope, ignoring the heightened color in her cheeks.
"I wasn't backtalking! I just..." She lowered her eyes, shyly. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
Chad didn't respond but led the way back out to the gym.
"So... um. Are you going to keep count while I do this?" Mary Anne fussed with the jump rope so she wouldn't have to look at him.
He pulled out a stopwatch. ""Uh huh. Let's see how you match up to the other students. Try to go as long as you can. Go."
Quickly, Mary Anne started to jump rope. She focused on the activity for awhile until her curiosity got the better of her and she looked at Mr. Shelten. His eyes were riveted to her chest and a slow smile spread across her face.
"I'm glad I wore this bra today," she commented casually.
He swallowed. "Uh huh."
"My boyfriend says it makes my chest look perky. Does it?" She was being outrageous, she knew it, but she really liked it. She'd been good for way too long.
Chad shook himself, looking away from her softly bouncing breasts. "Uh, that's really not for me to answer..."
Upset with that response, Mary Anne stopped jumping. "He was just saying that so I'd give it up to him, wasn't he? I knew it!"
"Miss Spier, I meant it's not ok for me as your teacher, to discuss your chest with you, all right?" Chad said, trying to sound as firm as possible.
"Fine." Mary Anne tossed her hair; she probably should have tied it back before starting all this and now it was starting to adhere to her neck in uncomfortable sticky strands. "I think I'm done now."
"Are you sure?" Chad stopped the clock and frowned. "That was only a minute and thirty six seconds."
"At my old school, we only had to jump rope a minute. Why did you keep me going for so long?" She bit her lip, hoping that this had just been a flimsy excuse to get a free show.
"I told you; to see how you match up to the other students. Here we have elimination rounds to test endurance."
God, how horrible. "Ugh. Definitely stopping now." She tugged on her blouse, trying to get a little air flow.
"You have to do some form of physical activity for thirty minutes to get a grade in this class." Chad frowned at her. She seemed like a smart girl; did she really want to drag down her grade point average with an F in P.E.?
"What Nazi thought THAT rule up?" Mary Anne started to unbutton her blouse. It was way too hot in here.
"Uh, the school board di-- What are you doing?" His eyes widened as her nimble little fingers popped each button loose.
"I don't want to wear a sweaty blouse in my next class." She peeled the garment off, revealing a tiny little white tank top. Still revealing, but not the bra he'd been expecting.
He regarded her with equal parts disappointment and relief. "Well I suppose that's all right, seeing as how your gym uniform hasn't been ordered yet. But c'mon, you still need to do something for this class to get a grade."
Mary Anne clasped her hands behind her back, tilting her head to the side; the very picture of innocence. "What do you suggest I do, Mr. Shelten?"
Chad looked around the room, trying to find something. There was no way he could watch her climb the rope, he didn't feel like getting out one of the basketballs, and running in her bare feet on this floor would make her slip and hurt herself.
"Well... I guess you could do some jumping jacks."
"I hate jumping jacks," she said with a little whimper.
"That's strike two. And I don't care. Let's go."
With an impatient huff, Mary Anne started doing jumping jacks and Mr. Shelten turned on his stop watch, watching her.
"How... long... do I... have... to do this?"
"Until I say you can stop. What's the matter, Spier? Are Conneticut girls unused to such straining physical activities?" It was unprofessional but he just couldn't resist goading her.
"Feel like... a big... man... taunting... a little... girl?"
His eyes narrowed. "What was that? Was that a strike three, or am I mistaken?"
"What... happens... after... strike... three?"
"I've told you. You have to come in everyday for the next month and jump rope."
"Right." She stopped, pondering her next move. Did she want to play by the rules or did she want to live a little for once? "Eh, it'll be worth it." She smiled brilliantly and tossed her sweaty hair out of her face. "Fuck you, Shelten."
For a moment, he couldn't believe she'd said that and he gaped at her in surprise. "Wha?" Quickly, he collected himself. "Right. Fine. You think it'll be worth it? We'll see about that. I expect to see you in my office at 3pm."
"Prepare to be disappointed," Mary Anne snapped, scooping up her blouse and angrily shoving her arms through the sleeves. "I'm never going to be there."
Chad nodded. "Let me ask you, Miss Spier. What does the word, 'suspension' mean to you?"
"Three week vacation?" she said with a little smirk.
"No. It means being behind in all your classes, possibly until the point of being failed and held back. And that means another year with me."
She was a second away from agreeing to go to the detention, just to stay out of trouble. She'd never flunked anything in her life, never even gotten a B. She couldn't start that now, senior year. But just like that, the new and tougher Mary Anne that had emerged the instant she stepped foot inside the gym took over and she marched up to Mr. Shelten defiantly.
"If you want me to show up to your little detention whatever, you'll have to make me."
Chad raised his eyebrows at her attitude then smirked. "Oh believe me, I'll make you. If you don't show up here at 3, I'll come wait beside your locker until you arrive there, pick you up, toss you over my shoulder, and carry you here. Now do you really want all the boys to get a free view of your underwear?"
Eyes narrowing, Mary Anne snapped, "Oh, I'd like to see you try. My father will have your ass fired so fast, it'll make your head spin."
He stepped up closer so he was towering over her. "It's true, that I probably will be, but believe me, it won't be as bad as what will happen to you. A student that refuses to attend a mandatory detention will be expelled. Now do you really want to have to transfer schools again, because you can't spend an extra hour with me?"
Mary Anne's angry response died on her lips as she stared up at him. He was even more yummy up close than when she'd seen him across the quad that morning. "You have really pretty eyes," she said without thinking.
To say he was surprised was an understatement. "Thanks, but changing the subject won't make this go away."
"I don't think I was. Spending an extra hour with you should be... interesting." She smiled, softly.
"Oh, well... ok then." Chad wasn't sure what to make of this sudden turn around but he wasn't about to argue. "Three o'clock sharp."
"And I think I have an idea for how to spend my thirty minutes of physical activity, too." Her sweet smile went a little wicked.
"Good." The bell rang and Chad checked his watch. "Well, tell me at three and we'll see if it's something you can do for a grade."
Mary Anne started to giggle as she slipped on her stockings and shoes.
"Something humorous about the situation?" Chad asked, trying hard not to stare at how much of her thigh she was revealing as she pulled up her stockings.
"Yes." She kept giggling.
"Care to share?"
"I guess I can give you a hint." Here we go. She skipped up to him and stood up on tip toe to give him a soft, clinging kiss.
Chad stood frozen, letting her kiss him but then gripped her arms and pushed her back. "Y-You can't be doing that!"
Mary Anne looked surprised. "Okay, so you definitely won't like what I have planned at three, then."
His eyes darted around, making sure no students or faculty had wandered in. "I mean..." He lowered his voice. "You can't be doing that here where someone might catch us. Wait until we're behind closed doors, ok?"
Warmth pooled in her belly at the soft, conspiratorial tone he was using and what it meant for them. "Okay." She ducked her head charmingly. "For a second, I thought that... maybe you didn't think I was pretty."
Didn't think she was...? Chad took hold of her arm and pulled her behind the bleachers, out of view from anyone who came in the door. "How could you think that?" He kissed her gently, letting her tease his mouth open a little before pulling away. "I'll see you at three?"
"Uh huh." Mary Anne licked her lips. "You've got candy kisses, Mr. Shelten." She giggled, knowing she sounded silly but there was no other way to describe it; she already wanted more.
Chad snorted. "Well, I snap gum all day, Miss Spier." He smacked her ass lightly. "You're gonna be late to your next class."
Mary Anne turned and walked back out to the middle of the gym where she'd left her backpack. She picked it up and swung a strap over one of her shoulders, looking up at him with wide-eyed sincerity. "I wish I could stay here with you..."
"It's only a few more periods. You can make it." He winked at her teasingly. "Besides, you'll be seeing me everyday for a month. You'll get sick of me by the end of it."
She looked him up and down and shrugged. "Probably. Bye." She turned on her heel sharply, making her skirt flare out and giving him a little flash of her underwear.
Chad chuckled, watching her go. "Brat."
~*~
At 2:45, Chad sat at his desk, tapping one of the papers he was correcting with his red marking pen. Just fifteen minutes until she showed up. If they were about to do what he thought they were about to do... He could get in a lot of trouble. But god, he wanted this so much he'd been aching for it since she'd practically flashed him before she'd left.
"Is it 3 o'clock yet?" He jumped and smiled when he saw Mary Anne had popped her head in the door.
"2:45," he said after looking at his watch, trying to make it seem like he hadn't been counting the minutes and practically the seconds. "But if you wanna start early..."
Maybe he'd been playing it too casual, because she shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess I can kill time with my boyfriend for 15 minutes..."
He sighed and turned his chair away. "If that's what you want..."
"Okay," she chirped. "See you in fifteen."
Jealous rage made him spin back around to face her. "If you think I'll wait for your boyfriend to be done with you, you can just jump rope in the gym for an hour. But if you want someone who'll take a hell of a lot longer than 15 minutes, and will savor every moment, then I suggest we get started early."
Mary Anne stared at him a long moment. "Mr. Shelten, you really have a smutty mind." And just like that, she was gone.
Chad didn't move for the fifteen minutes. Maybe he'd misread all this. She didn't really want him, did she? A young girl like her? She could have anybody in this school; she sure as hell wasn't going to choose her P.E. teacher.
But fifteen minutes later she was back and climbing into his lap like she belonged there. "Okay. All yours."
"Oh, so now you want me?" Chad asked, snidely. "What, was your little boyfriend too busy playing video games?"
"No," she said, smoothing her hands over his shoulders. "He was too busy getting his ass dumped. Can we go now?" She smiled eagerly.
Chad's eyes lit up and he caressed her face in wonder. "Uh huh."
"I just... didn't feel right." Mary Anne felt the need to explain. "I mean, I know what this looks like but... I'm not a slut."
He ran his fingertips down her neck, watching her blush spread. "So I'm the first teacher you've kissed, huh?"
"Yes." She lowered her eyes. "I saw you earlier today and I just..."
"Felt like swearing at me and defying me?"
"That was just to get your attention. I'm not normally like that." She looked worried. "Is that okay?"
"Mmm hmm." He kind of liked that she could be both sweet and brazen whenever the mood struck; it made her flexible.
"I was asking around about you in the rest of my classes. You don't... you don't do this with students a lot, do you?"
He shook his head. "I never have. But then again, there's never been a beautiful girl bouncing in front of me, swearing and turning me on before she tops it off with a kiss."
"Good. I hope you aren't lying." She kissed him sweetly, nibbling at his lower lip.
"I'm not." He tapped the arms of his chair. "So tell me, what was your idea for a physical activity you could do for credit?"
"Dancing."
His face fell. "Dancing? You want to dance?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. ""It's a different kind of dance. One that I've only done once before and my partner wasn't all that good. Maybe you could teach me?"
"I could." He tipped her head to the side, kissing her passionately and loving the soft noise she made in the back of her throat.
"Oh good, so you do know how to foxtrot?"
He chuckled. "I can try."
"I think I'm going to like you, Mr. Shelten." She peppered a series of kisses along his jaw.
"Everyone likes me. P.E. is easy."
"They don't like you the way I like you." Mary Anne bit her lip, embarrassed to have admitted that.
"They sure don't." His hand started to skim over her knee. "So, the foxtrot. How you wanna start that?"
"With some kissin'."
"Sounds good." He cupped her face with one hand as she leaned in for just that. The girl knew how to kiss, that was a certainty. As her tongue did things to make his head spin, she started to slowly grind herself against his lap. "Mmm. What're you doing?"
"Feels... good..." Mary Anne trembled and gasped when she started to press down on him a little harder. "Oh."
"Mary Anne," he rumbled and she whimpered at the sound. "You sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Oh god, yes."
"Okay then, sweetheart, let's just-" He stopped when he ran a hand up under her skirt and shuddered. "Where's your underwear?"
"In my locker." She gave his bottom lip a quick suck. "I didn't want anything getting in our way."
Chad stared at her in admiration. "Smart girl. Are you ready to go?" He slid his hand higher and encountered her wet heat. "Ohhh, I think you are."
"I am," Mary Anne mewled. "Please, please, Mr. Shelten...."
He withdrew his hand and held her hips still, making her look up at him in alarm. He wasn't changing his mind, was he? She relaxed when he fumbled with his belt and jeans.
"Go lock the door, sweetheart." When she got up, he pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. He watched her face carefully as she walked back to him; her eyes were focused on his erection. "You said you've done this once before?"
"With my boyfriend," she said, sounding like she was talking in her sleep. "Before I moved out here."
"And it wasn't that good?" he prompted her.
She nodded, starting to look nervous.
"Mary Anne, look at me." With difficulty, she tore her gaze away and looked into his face. "I promise that this will be much, much better. Now come here."
Keeping her eyes on his face, Mary Anne straddled his lap once more, feeling his hot, pulsing erection as it pressed between their bellies. When he reached out a hand to touch her face again, she turned to nuzzle his palm.
"Are you ready?" he asked, quietly.
She nodded again. "Yes, Mr. Shelten."
"Okay." He took her hips in his hands and poised her just over his erection. "Mary Anne?"
She licked her lips, panting in both fear and anticipation. "Yes?"
"My name's Chad," he growled. And slammed her down onto him.
Stars exploded across Mary Anne's vision as she got used to the feel of him stretching her. She'd expected it to hurt - he'd been HUGE - but instead she felt... nice. More than nice. Sighing softly, she touched her forehead to his.
Chad was glad she wasn't moving; if she so much as shifted, he was going to come. Never had anything felt so welcome and warm and... This girl was perfect.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice sounding like he had a driveway's worth of gravel in his throat.
"Uh huh," she moaned. "Mister- Chad."
"Mr. Chad, huh?" He laughed. "I like the sound of that." Gently, he kissed the corner of her mouth. "Whenever you're ready, you just start moving, okay?"
"Okay." Mary Anne stayed still for another moment and then started to slowly rise and fall. But then it wasn't enough and she started thrusting harder and faster. It wasn't until Chad was covering her mouth with his hand that she realized she was screaming.
"Shit," he whispered. "You need to be quiet or someone will hear you." He lifted her off of him and helped her lay down on his desk. She looked so sweet there, clothing askew, face flushed, eyes dilated and she was reaching out for him, trying to gather him close again.
"M- Chad, please," she said, shakily.
"I will, sweetheart," he promised and slid back inside her. He leaned forward, planting his hands on the desk and started pumping inside of her in short, shallow strokes. He moaned appreciatively when her legs rose to wrap around his waist.
Mary Anne shut her eyes tight to better focus on the pleasure. It was growing more and more in intensity and she started trembling in anticipation of her climax.
She was close. Chad could feel it. Giving her a messy kiss, he gave her clit a little flick and she came hard with a silent scream. The clutching of her little muscles around him triggered his own orgasm and he spilled inside of her, groaning his satisfaction.
When he'd slumped over her, Mary Anne cuddled him close, stroking his back as he caught his breath. "Detention isn't as bad as I'd thought it would be," she observed.
He laughed and the puff of hot air on her breast made her gasp, even through all the fabric. At the sound, he lifted his head. "Thirty minutes... aren't quiet up. Got maybe another five minutes or so. Any... ideas?"
"You could kiss me," she said, softly.
He smiled. "I could," he agreed. He reached for a box of tissues on his desk and cleaned them up before sitting back in his chair and settling her back in his lap.
For the next five minutes, they shared slow, deep kisses that gave Mary Anne shivers. Chad ran his fingers through her long, dark hair to help detangle it and because he liked its soft texture and the way she purred when he did it.
"You still have to serve the rest of your detention," he reminded her when they parted.
"Mmm." She rubbed her nose against his. "What should I do next then, Mr. Shelten?"
Chad shrugged. "You can correct homework."
"You assign homework in P.E.?" she asked, incredulously.
"No, but I do in my health class."
"Can you get me transferred to be in there too?" she asked, eagerly.
"Sure can." He gave her a sexy wink and laughed softly at her big, excited smile. She turned her back on him to start grading the papers and she was good about it, going through each one dutifully while he did his best to distract her, nibbling at her ears.
Before they knew it, the detention time was up and Mary Anne reluctantly got out of his lap.
"I don't know if I can wait until tomorrow to see you again," she admitted, looking embarrassed.
"Only 24 hours. I know you can do it." He kissed her cheek.
She brightened. "I'll see you sooner because I have P.E. with you."
He smiled sadly, hating to burst her bubble. "No, P.E.'s only three times a week." He paused then grinned. "But tomorrow's health, and I have to add you to the class."
With an excited squeal, she threw her arms around his neck and gave him some more kisses that nearly turned his knees to jelly. He was disappointed when she did finally pull away.
"Until tomorrow, Mr. Shelten."
"See you then, Miss Spier."
With a bright eyed smile, Mary Anne practically skipped from the room.
~*~
Under the shower's spray, Mary Anne smiled to herself. She looked around when the curtain slid open, revealing Chad who automatically wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her temple.
"Best game ever," he growled.
"So what happens to Mr. Shelten and Mary Anne next?" Mary Anne asked. "You know we have to play this again."
"We do," Chad agreed. "Well, they meet after school for a month, I'm sure many thrilling adventures took place."
Mary Anne grinned. "I can think of a few..."
Chad grabbed the shampoo and sighed, perfectly content. "Yep. Best game ever."
Continued in The Story
Seriously. This spawned really cracky crack. I think at this point, it's not even crack anymore. It's something more hardcore. Like meth. Yeesh.
Author:
toxic_corn and nutmeg610Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to ABC, Scholastic Books, and Ann M. Martin respectively.
Summary: Follows The Tape. Chad and Mary Anne play a little game...
The Game
Mary Anne smoothed down her plaid skirt before entering the gym. The class had long since gone outside to run laps and for whatever reason, the teacher was still in the gym, marking something off on his clipboard. He didn't look up as she approached him, though he had to have heard her heels clicking on the wooden floor.
"Mr. Shelten? My name's Mary Anne Spier. I just transferred here from Connecticut so I don't have a P.E. uniform yet."
Chad Shelten looked up from going over the attendance sheet, scowling at being interrupted. Wasn't everyone supposed to be outside by now? His scowl softened a little when he saw the girl standing in front of him. She wore the standard school uniform he was used to seeing day in and day out but seeing her in it was somehow... different. Maybe it was the genuine sweetness that radiated off of her in warm rays as she looked up at him with big doe eyes.
He tried to shake off his attraction. "And you think that should get you out of class?"
She frowned sweetly. "Yes? I can't really run laps in these shoes. "
"So take them off." Chad turned his attention back to his clipboard.
Was he for real? "But I don't have any sneakers and I can't run in my stockings."
"So take off your stockings and go barefoot. God, do I have to think of everything?" he sighed in exasperation. Toooo many years in this job.
"I don't think my father would like me running barefoot, Mr. Shelten." Mary Anne pouted. Not that she was so hot on the idea, either...
"Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "Then take off your shoes and stockings and jump rope instead. You need to do something active this period or you'll get a zero in the gradebook."
Pouting, Mary Anne kicked off her shoes and slowly slid off her stockings to make sure they wouldn't get a run. She noticed the way Mr. Shelten's eyes watched her; he probably wasn't even aware of what he was doing. Interesting.
"Where can I get a jump rope?"
"I have them back in my office in the supply closet. C'mon." Chad inclined his head, indicating she follow him. With an eyeroll and a big sigh of teenage annoyance, she trailed after him. He sighed as well, an impatient exhale of breath.
"Jumping rope is so lame," Mary Anne muttered to herself.
Chad whirled around. "What was that Miss Spier? Are you calling my teaching methods into question?"
"What, by saying jumping rope is lame?" She blinked in surprise. "That's like, a universal fact."
He narrowed his eyes at her before turning back around to continue leading her to his office. "Miss Spier, I suggest you change your attitude right now, or you'll be coming in after school to jump rope some more."
As they passed through the door, Mary Anne started to giggle. "You're cute when you're angry, Mr. Shelten. Okay, jumping rope isn't lame. Now hand me one so we can get this over with."
She wasn't supposed to be this adorable; he wasn't supposed to be this attracted to a student. He fumed in frustration, knowing he had to put her off some way.
"Obviously in Connecticut the students are allowed to backtalk their teachers. But here in L.A., we don't put up with that sort of thing. That's strike one. Cross me two more times and you'll be coming in after school everyday for a month to do nothing but jump rope." He handed her a jump rope, ignoring the heightened color in her cheeks.
"I wasn't backtalking! I just..." She lowered her eyes, shyly. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
Chad didn't respond but led the way back out to the gym.
"So... um. Are you going to keep count while I do this?" Mary Anne fussed with the jump rope so she wouldn't have to look at him.
He pulled out a stopwatch. ""Uh huh. Let's see how you match up to the other students. Try to go as long as you can. Go."
Quickly, Mary Anne started to jump rope. She focused on the activity for awhile until her curiosity got the better of her and she looked at Mr. Shelten. His eyes were riveted to her chest and a slow smile spread across her face.
"I'm glad I wore this bra today," she commented casually.
He swallowed. "Uh huh."
"My boyfriend says it makes my chest look perky. Does it?" She was being outrageous, she knew it, but she really liked it. She'd been good for way too long.
Chad shook himself, looking away from her softly bouncing breasts. "Uh, that's really not for me to answer..."
Upset with that response, Mary Anne stopped jumping. "He was just saying that so I'd give it up to him, wasn't he? I knew it!"
"Miss Spier, I meant it's not ok for me as your teacher, to discuss your chest with you, all right?" Chad said, trying to sound as firm as possible.
"Fine." Mary Anne tossed her hair; she probably should have tied it back before starting all this and now it was starting to adhere to her neck in uncomfortable sticky strands. "I think I'm done now."
"Are you sure?" Chad stopped the clock and frowned. "That was only a minute and thirty six seconds."
"At my old school, we only had to jump rope a minute. Why did you keep me going for so long?" She bit her lip, hoping that this had just been a flimsy excuse to get a free show.
"I told you; to see how you match up to the other students. Here we have elimination rounds to test endurance."
God, how horrible. "Ugh. Definitely stopping now." She tugged on her blouse, trying to get a little air flow.
"You have to do some form of physical activity for thirty minutes to get a grade in this class." Chad frowned at her. She seemed like a smart girl; did she really want to drag down her grade point average with an F in P.E.?
"What Nazi thought THAT rule up?" Mary Anne started to unbutton her blouse. It was way too hot in here.
"Uh, the school board di-- What are you doing?" His eyes widened as her nimble little fingers popped each button loose.
"I don't want to wear a sweaty blouse in my next class." She peeled the garment off, revealing a tiny little white tank top. Still revealing, but not the bra he'd been expecting.
He regarded her with equal parts disappointment and relief. "Well I suppose that's all right, seeing as how your gym uniform hasn't been ordered yet. But c'mon, you still need to do something for this class to get a grade."
Mary Anne clasped her hands behind her back, tilting her head to the side; the very picture of innocence. "What do you suggest I do, Mr. Shelten?"
Chad looked around the room, trying to find something. There was no way he could watch her climb the rope, he didn't feel like getting out one of the basketballs, and running in her bare feet on this floor would make her slip and hurt herself.
"Well... I guess you could do some jumping jacks."
"I hate jumping jacks," she said with a little whimper.
"That's strike two. And I don't care. Let's go."
With an impatient huff, Mary Anne started doing jumping jacks and Mr. Shelten turned on his stop watch, watching her.
"How... long... do I... have... to do this?"
"Until I say you can stop. What's the matter, Spier? Are Conneticut girls unused to such straining physical activities?" It was unprofessional but he just couldn't resist goading her.
"Feel like... a big... man... taunting... a little... girl?"
His eyes narrowed. "What was that? Was that a strike three, or am I mistaken?"
"What... happens... after... strike... three?"
"I've told you. You have to come in everyday for the next month and jump rope."
"Right." She stopped, pondering her next move. Did she want to play by the rules or did she want to live a little for once? "Eh, it'll be worth it." She smiled brilliantly and tossed her sweaty hair out of her face. "Fuck you, Shelten."
For a moment, he couldn't believe she'd said that and he gaped at her in surprise. "Wha?" Quickly, he collected himself. "Right. Fine. You think it'll be worth it? We'll see about that. I expect to see you in my office at 3pm."
"Prepare to be disappointed," Mary Anne snapped, scooping up her blouse and angrily shoving her arms through the sleeves. "I'm never going to be there."
Chad nodded. "Let me ask you, Miss Spier. What does the word, 'suspension' mean to you?"
"Three week vacation?" she said with a little smirk.
"No. It means being behind in all your classes, possibly until the point of being failed and held back. And that means another year with me."
She was a second away from agreeing to go to the detention, just to stay out of trouble. She'd never flunked anything in her life, never even gotten a B. She couldn't start that now, senior year. But just like that, the new and tougher Mary Anne that had emerged the instant she stepped foot inside the gym took over and she marched up to Mr. Shelten defiantly.
"If you want me to show up to your little detention whatever, you'll have to make me."
Chad raised his eyebrows at her attitude then smirked. "Oh believe me, I'll make you. If you don't show up here at 3, I'll come wait beside your locker until you arrive there, pick you up, toss you over my shoulder, and carry you here. Now do you really want all the boys to get a free view of your underwear?"
Eyes narrowing, Mary Anne snapped, "Oh, I'd like to see you try. My father will have your ass fired so fast, it'll make your head spin."
He stepped up closer so he was towering over her. "It's true, that I probably will be, but believe me, it won't be as bad as what will happen to you. A student that refuses to attend a mandatory detention will be expelled. Now do you really want to have to transfer schools again, because you can't spend an extra hour with me?"
Mary Anne's angry response died on her lips as she stared up at him. He was even more yummy up close than when she'd seen him across the quad that morning. "You have really pretty eyes," she said without thinking.
To say he was surprised was an understatement. "Thanks, but changing the subject won't make this go away."
"I don't think I was. Spending an extra hour with you should be... interesting." She smiled, softly.
"Oh, well... ok then." Chad wasn't sure what to make of this sudden turn around but he wasn't about to argue. "Three o'clock sharp."
"And I think I have an idea for how to spend my thirty minutes of physical activity, too." Her sweet smile went a little wicked.
"Good." The bell rang and Chad checked his watch. "Well, tell me at three and we'll see if it's something you can do for a grade."
Mary Anne started to giggle as she slipped on her stockings and shoes.
"Something humorous about the situation?" Chad asked, trying hard not to stare at how much of her thigh she was revealing as she pulled up her stockings.
"Yes." She kept giggling.
"Care to share?"
"I guess I can give you a hint." Here we go. She skipped up to him and stood up on tip toe to give him a soft, clinging kiss.
Chad stood frozen, letting her kiss him but then gripped her arms and pushed her back. "Y-You can't be doing that!"
Mary Anne looked surprised. "Okay, so you definitely won't like what I have planned at three, then."
His eyes darted around, making sure no students or faculty had wandered in. "I mean..." He lowered his voice. "You can't be doing that here where someone might catch us. Wait until we're behind closed doors, ok?"
Warmth pooled in her belly at the soft, conspiratorial tone he was using and what it meant for them. "Okay." She ducked her head charmingly. "For a second, I thought that... maybe you didn't think I was pretty."
Didn't think she was...? Chad took hold of her arm and pulled her behind the bleachers, out of view from anyone who came in the door. "How could you think that?" He kissed her gently, letting her tease his mouth open a little before pulling away. "I'll see you at three?"
"Uh huh." Mary Anne licked her lips. "You've got candy kisses, Mr. Shelten." She giggled, knowing she sounded silly but there was no other way to describe it; she already wanted more.
Chad snorted. "Well, I snap gum all day, Miss Spier." He smacked her ass lightly. "You're gonna be late to your next class."
Mary Anne turned and walked back out to the middle of the gym where she'd left her backpack. She picked it up and swung a strap over one of her shoulders, looking up at him with wide-eyed sincerity. "I wish I could stay here with you..."
"It's only a few more periods. You can make it." He winked at her teasingly. "Besides, you'll be seeing me everyday for a month. You'll get sick of me by the end of it."
She looked him up and down and shrugged. "Probably. Bye." She turned on her heel sharply, making her skirt flare out and giving him a little flash of her underwear.
Chad chuckled, watching her go. "Brat."
At 2:45, Chad sat at his desk, tapping one of the papers he was correcting with his red marking pen. Just fifteen minutes until she showed up. If they were about to do what he thought they were about to do... He could get in a lot of trouble. But god, he wanted this so much he'd been aching for it since she'd practically flashed him before she'd left.
"Is it 3 o'clock yet?" He jumped and smiled when he saw Mary Anne had popped her head in the door.
"2:45," he said after looking at his watch, trying to make it seem like he hadn't been counting the minutes and practically the seconds. "But if you wanna start early..."
Maybe he'd been playing it too casual, because she shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess I can kill time with my boyfriend for 15 minutes..."
He sighed and turned his chair away. "If that's what you want..."
"Okay," she chirped. "See you in fifteen."
Jealous rage made him spin back around to face her. "If you think I'll wait for your boyfriend to be done with you, you can just jump rope in the gym for an hour. But if you want someone who'll take a hell of a lot longer than 15 minutes, and will savor every moment, then I suggest we get started early."
Mary Anne stared at him a long moment. "Mr. Shelten, you really have a smutty mind." And just like that, she was gone.
Chad didn't move for the fifteen minutes. Maybe he'd misread all this. She didn't really want him, did she? A young girl like her? She could have anybody in this school; she sure as hell wasn't going to choose her P.E. teacher.
But fifteen minutes later she was back and climbing into his lap like she belonged there. "Okay. All yours."
"Oh, so now you want me?" Chad asked, snidely. "What, was your little boyfriend too busy playing video games?"
"No," she said, smoothing her hands over his shoulders. "He was too busy getting his ass dumped. Can we go now?" She smiled eagerly.
Chad's eyes lit up and he caressed her face in wonder. "Uh huh."
"I just... didn't feel right." Mary Anne felt the need to explain. "I mean, I know what this looks like but... I'm not a slut."
He ran his fingertips down her neck, watching her blush spread. "So I'm the first teacher you've kissed, huh?"
"Yes." She lowered her eyes. "I saw you earlier today and I just..."
"Felt like swearing at me and defying me?"
"That was just to get your attention. I'm not normally like that." She looked worried. "Is that okay?"
"Mmm hmm." He kind of liked that she could be both sweet and brazen whenever the mood struck; it made her flexible.
"I was asking around about you in the rest of my classes. You don't... you don't do this with students a lot, do you?"
He shook his head. "I never have. But then again, there's never been a beautiful girl bouncing in front of me, swearing and turning me on before she tops it off with a kiss."
"Good. I hope you aren't lying." She kissed him sweetly, nibbling at his lower lip.
"I'm not." He tapped the arms of his chair. "So tell me, what was your idea for a physical activity you could do for credit?"
"Dancing."
His face fell. "Dancing? You want to dance?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. ""It's a different kind of dance. One that I've only done once before and my partner wasn't all that good. Maybe you could teach me?"
"I could." He tipped her head to the side, kissing her passionately and loving the soft noise she made in the back of her throat.
"Oh good, so you do know how to foxtrot?"
He chuckled. "I can try."
"I think I'm going to like you, Mr. Shelten." She peppered a series of kisses along his jaw.
"Everyone likes me. P.E. is easy."
"They don't like you the way I like you." Mary Anne bit her lip, embarrassed to have admitted that.
"They sure don't." His hand started to skim over her knee. "So, the foxtrot. How you wanna start that?"
"With some kissin'."
"Sounds good." He cupped her face with one hand as she leaned in for just that. The girl knew how to kiss, that was a certainty. As her tongue did things to make his head spin, she started to slowly grind herself against his lap. "Mmm. What're you doing?"
"Feels... good..." Mary Anne trembled and gasped when she started to press down on him a little harder. "Oh."
"Mary Anne," he rumbled and she whimpered at the sound. "You sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Oh god, yes."
"Okay then, sweetheart, let's just-" He stopped when he ran a hand up under her skirt and shuddered. "Where's your underwear?"
"In my locker." She gave his bottom lip a quick suck. "I didn't want anything getting in our way."
Chad stared at her in admiration. "Smart girl. Are you ready to go?" He slid his hand higher and encountered her wet heat. "Ohhh, I think you are."
"I am," Mary Anne mewled. "Please, please, Mr. Shelten...."
He withdrew his hand and held her hips still, making her look up at him in alarm. He wasn't changing his mind, was he? She relaxed when he fumbled with his belt and jeans.
"Go lock the door, sweetheart." When she got up, he pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. He watched her face carefully as she walked back to him; her eyes were focused on his erection. "You said you've done this once before?"
"With my boyfriend," she said, sounding like she was talking in her sleep. "Before I moved out here."
"And it wasn't that good?" he prompted her.
She nodded, starting to look nervous.
"Mary Anne, look at me." With difficulty, she tore her gaze away and looked into his face. "I promise that this will be much, much better. Now come here."
Keeping her eyes on his face, Mary Anne straddled his lap once more, feeling his hot, pulsing erection as it pressed between their bellies. When he reached out a hand to touch her face again, she turned to nuzzle his palm.
"Are you ready?" he asked, quietly.
She nodded again. "Yes, Mr. Shelten."
"Okay." He took her hips in his hands and poised her just over his erection. "Mary Anne?"
She licked her lips, panting in both fear and anticipation. "Yes?"
"My name's Chad," he growled. And slammed her down onto him.
Stars exploded across Mary Anne's vision as she got used to the feel of him stretching her. She'd expected it to hurt - he'd been HUGE - but instead she felt... nice. More than nice. Sighing softly, she touched her forehead to his.
Chad was glad she wasn't moving; if she so much as shifted, he was going to come. Never had anything felt so welcome and warm and... This girl was perfect.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice sounding like he had a driveway's worth of gravel in his throat.
"Uh huh," she moaned. "Mister- Chad."
"Mr. Chad, huh?" He laughed. "I like the sound of that." Gently, he kissed the corner of her mouth. "Whenever you're ready, you just start moving, okay?"
"Okay." Mary Anne stayed still for another moment and then started to slowly rise and fall. But then it wasn't enough and she started thrusting harder and faster. It wasn't until Chad was covering her mouth with his hand that she realized she was screaming.
"Shit," he whispered. "You need to be quiet or someone will hear you." He lifted her off of him and helped her lay down on his desk. She looked so sweet there, clothing askew, face flushed, eyes dilated and she was reaching out for him, trying to gather him close again.
"M- Chad, please," she said, shakily.
"I will, sweetheart," he promised and slid back inside her. He leaned forward, planting his hands on the desk and started pumping inside of her in short, shallow strokes. He moaned appreciatively when her legs rose to wrap around his waist.
Mary Anne shut her eyes tight to better focus on the pleasure. It was growing more and more in intensity and she started trembling in anticipation of her climax.
She was close. Chad could feel it. Giving her a messy kiss, he gave her clit a little flick and she came hard with a silent scream. The clutching of her little muscles around him triggered his own orgasm and he spilled inside of her, groaning his satisfaction.
When he'd slumped over her, Mary Anne cuddled him close, stroking his back as he caught his breath. "Detention isn't as bad as I'd thought it would be," she observed.
He laughed and the puff of hot air on her breast made her gasp, even through all the fabric. At the sound, he lifted his head. "Thirty minutes... aren't quiet up. Got maybe another five minutes or so. Any... ideas?"
"You could kiss me," she said, softly.
He smiled. "I could," he agreed. He reached for a box of tissues on his desk and cleaned them up before sitting back in his chair and settling her back in his lap.
For the next five minutes, they shared slow, deep kisses that gave Mary Anne shivers. Chad ran his fingers through her long, dark hair to help detangle it and because he liked its soft texture and the way she purred when he did it.
"You still have to serve the rest of your detention," he reminded her when they parted.
"Mmm." She rubbed her nose against his. "What should I do next then, Mr. Shelten?"
Chad shrugged. "You can correct homework."
"You assign homework in P.E.?" she asked, incredulously.
"No, but I do in my health class."
"Can you get me transferred to be in there too?" she asked, eagerly.
"Sure can." He gave her a sexy wink and laughed softly at her big, excited smile. She turned her back on him to start grading the papers and she was good about it, going through each one dutifully while he did his best to distract her, nibbling at her ears.
Before they knew it, the detention time was up and Mary Anne reluctantly got out of his lap.
"I don't know if I can wait until tomorrow to see you again," she admitted, looking embarrassed.
"Only 24 hours. I know you can do it." He kissed her cheek.
She brightened. "I'll see you sooner because I have P.E. with you."
He smiled sadly, hating to burst her bubble. "No, P.E.'s only three times a week." He paused then grinned. "But tomorrow's health, and I have to add you to the class."
With an excited squeal, she threw her arms around his neck and gave him some more kisses that nearly turned his knees to jelly. He was disappointed when she did finally pull away.
"Until tomorrow, Mr. Shelten."
"See you then, Miss Spier."
With a bright eyed smile, Mary Anne practically skipped from the room.
Under the shower's spray, Mary Anne smiled to herself. She looked around when the curtain slid open, revealing Chad who automatically wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her temple.
"Best game ever," he growled.
"So what happens to Mr. Shelten and Mary Anne next?" Mary Anne asked. "You know we have to play this again."
"We do," Chad agreed. "Well, they meet after school for a month, I'm sure many thrilling adventures took place."
Mary Anne grinned. "I can think of a few..."
Chad grabbed the shampoo and sighed, perfectly content. "Yep. Best game ever."
Seriously. This spawned really cracky crack. I think at this point, it's not even crack anymore. It's something more hardcore. Like meth. Yeesh.
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Date: 2007-01-27 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-27 05:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-27 06:17 am (UTC)Haha, we write so much crack fic, it's turned into meth. That's AWESOME! \0/
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Date: 2007-01-27 06:39 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-27 09:57 am (UTC)That was... hot. And it only took me a few lines to get my own PE teacher out of my brain, which was Very Necessary to enjoy this.
*sighs blissfully*
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Date: 2007-01-27 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-27 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-27 07:56 pm (UTC)(gotta say, I really want to see Mr. Spier and Chad's first meeting--or at least when Mary Anne's dad found out about her much older boyfriend that he could swap fond childhood remembrances with. Yeesh! I love drama.)
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Date: 2007-01-27 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-28 06:17 pm (UTC)Flesh! Flesh! Let there be flesh to the Mr. Speir-meets-Chad fic!
*does a voodoo ritual to plump your plot*
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Date: 2007-01-29 05:03 pm (UTC)*dies of smut infused SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
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Date: 2007-01-29 11:30 pm (UTC)