History with Ms. Scarlet

Cramming into the sea of other students you push, and evade your way down the hall as you navigate the morning rush. The the low overwhelming buzz of school time chatter fills your ears as you plunge deeper into chaos. The sight before you is gauntlet of moving body all funneling in a to narrow hallway of blue metal lockers, and light oak wood class room doors. There’s a heavy sigh from you, then you steady yourself, and step forward. Slipping between bodies, and bulging back packs full of books you make your towards the east wing of the building. Dodging, weaving you take rotation of zigging, and zagging to get through the ever flowing rush of other students.

Turning the corner your right shoe squeaks on floor as you suddenly skitter to a stop to avoid a collusion. Your shoe leavening another dark stain on the white tile floor that join the numerous scatter smudges on the floor. The janitor having given up trying to keep the greying ground a pure pristine white years ago. The tall athletic looking blonde haired girl who you nearly barreled into gives you the stink eye before she then shoves her way past with an aggressive shoulder bump. The patch of jimmy the school mascot from her leather man jacket planting into your chest as she collided into you.

Ugh what a bitch, you think before continuing to move along with the flow of human traffic. Looking to spare your from getting jostled around any more you fall in behind a rather rotund fat kid. The other people in the hallway making way for the approaching big guy which provides you with a nice buffer space while you slink behind him.

“DOUG!” Then from behind a familiar voice catches your attention, cutting through the muddled hum of all the foots steps, and on the go chatter.

“Huh?” Turning your head back to look, you look but you don’t see the source of the voice.

With the monetary distraction the large lad who you are tailgating waddles away, leaving you to have to coast over against the left wall so that your not in the way of every one else. Now at a full stop you gaze around the sea of passing people to try to see who called your name.

“HEY DOUG!” Again you hear that familiar voice this time accompanied by a familiar face.

“DOUG!” Your best friend Ashley shouts your name once more as she jumps up and down in the crowd.

Waving a hand to let her know you see her Ashley’s expression then lights up, and she quickly scurries over. Ducking, and weaving through the mob she rushes to you getting a few annoyed looks from other kids as she barrels past with little regard for anyone else.

“Hey Ashley where’s the fire?” You smirk casual as she finally reaches you, her hunched over as she catches her breathe.

Ashley is your best friend since childhood. The two of you having been pals since you first meet in kindergarten. You both share a lot of the same interests in video games, movies, and TV. Finding a topic of conversation, or activity that both you enjoy is almost never a problem. There always being some sort of media the two of you can talk about, getting completely engrossed and discussing every little detail for hours at a time. Though while your tastes are pretty much the same, you differ quite a bit in personality.

With Ashely being the more excitable, and bold one while you’re usually the more reserved, and chill. Yet despite this divulgence in demeanor you actually bounce off each other really well. Ashley always pushing you to try new things, and charge into stuff, while you’ve always keeping her grounded and, made sure she doesn’t do anything reckless. Though different you perfectly balance each other out. It’s why your friendship has reminded rock solid all the way to high school.

It’s also probably why you’ve missed the obvious, as growing up Ashley developed a secret crush on you. Something you have been woefully ignorant about since middle school, even though she’s tried to drop a few not so subtle hints through out the years. Even once taking you onto the tunnel of love at an amusement park, which you misconstrued as her idea of a funny joke. It isn’t like Ashley is unattractive or anything.

In fact she’s rather cute. She has an oval shape face her cheeks kind of puffy even at a neutral expression, yet not to much to make her seem fat. Behind a pair of full black rim glasses lie some big round, brown eyes that exude approachability that makes Ashley look friendly. While still girly to some degree Ashley isn’t overly feminine leaning more so on the side of being tom boyish not just in attitude but in looks. She kind of embodies the cliche of not being like other girls some what as she doesn’t indulge in using any make up like.

Yes she does occasionally put on some brightly colored nail polish, but that is hardly comparable to all the other girls her age who are usually trying to accentuate their looks with all kind of eyeshadow and blush. The closest she gets to that kind of stuff is that she gets her eyebrows thinned so that their aren’t so bushy. Her build is curvy, pear shape as she is rather bottom heavy having thick thighs, and a big bubble butt that subtlety jiggles as she walks. The only area competing with her ass for sexual attention being her boobs, which are a pair of squishy pillow like D cups.

You personally knowing the quality of their softens as you’ve felt up her tits before. Not in a sexual way, the contact only actually happening because of a rambunctious sleep over the two of you had where you got into a little bit wrestling match. The hold you had on Ashley ending up with you accidentally grabbing her tits. Immediately you apologized vigorously swearing to your childhood friend that you’d never do anything like that on purpose, which for some reason seemed to make Ashley upset. You not knowing how hearing you so Vehemently condemn your mistake cut deep into Ashley’s desire to make you attracted to her. Besides her body though Ashely’s appearance is also eye catching due to her sense of style.

Right now she has one of her typical subtle but cool outfits. Her frizzy hair is up in a high pony tail held in place by a cyan scrunchy, which stands out from her black hair. She has on a oversized pink t shirt with a pixel skull graphic on the front. The stylized words game over sitting under the retro cranium. Coming out from the short pink sleeves are a pair of longer sleeves that are black, and white. The ringed stripes going all the way down Ashley forearms, with the sleeves’s length being just a bit to long, as instead of ending at her wrists the sleeves reach her knuckles. This add a tinge innocent like charm to her demeanor.

It rather endearing how the sleeves would slink over her hands, and she would have to tug it back, like child wearing an older siblings shirt. For bottoms she has on a pair of tight blue jeans her apple bottom so tightly squeezed into the pants that the back pockets were pretty much useless. There a bulge in the front where Ashley’s cock is contained, yet her shirt is long enough to keep that covered up, and keep Ashley from getting sent home due to “inappropriately fitting clothes”. Her learning the school actually does send students home for stuff like that after one day in the summer where she can in rocking some booty shorts, and tank top. The pants have purposely ripped legs at the knees area it one of those pieces of clothing that has that fake wear and tear look. While for shoes she has on a pair of purple, and black name brand trainers. Them a bit worn out, Ashley always burning through pairs of shoes like no tomorrow due to constant racing around, and inability to sit still.

Yet despite a nice body, and trendy outfits Ashley has never so much as even approached breaking out of the friend zone. Her appearing to be forever trapped in your eyes as swell, trustworthy, big old friend! Right now though unrequited love isn’t on Ashley’s mind, she has much more ‘important’ news.

“Ha... ha.... Doug did.... ha.... our clan has a chance to take mount Redmound!” Ashley exclaims after sucking down a few lungs fulls of air.

“Wait what really?” You respond, brow going up as you hear the news.

“Yeah, after you logged off last night the clan leader announced that Bloodeaters would be merging into our clan!” Says Ashley her practical looking like she’s about to explode with excitement as she relays the whole story.

“With those numbers and that Bloodeaters no longer against us we really could roll the whole territory!” You say, starting to get pumped like Sarah.

Redmound is a crucial territory in a mmo game that both you, and Sarah play. It’s name is Age of Godrise, an expansive fantasy pve, pvp game with factions, territory wars, guilds, in game economy, the whole nine yards. It’s the fastest selling mmo ever, and has players all over the world. With you and Sarah being veteran players of five years, both of you repping for the guild clan known as Twilight Dawn.

“Yeah, come on I’ll tell you how it happened on the way to class.” Ashley says taking you by the wrist, and yanking you along as she charges through the other students in the hall.

Quickly filling you in Ashley says how the guild leaders of both guild clans decided to settle dispute in a duel, and the losers would have to join the winners guild. Just barley edging out a win your clan leaders president was able to win by the skin off his teeth with his high ranking rouge. After relaying the tale the two of you steer the conversation into speculating about all the loot you might get if you end up taking Red Mound.

“Oh did you see the diamond scale breast plate that just got release if we get red mound I definitely want to get that.” You says to Ashley as she still pulls you along

“Oh yeah that armor piece is so cool, I want to get the dragon eye tiara, they got a special variant that has little dragon wings on the rim!” Says Ashley, her practically salivating at the thought of acquiring that item for her character.

“The eternity cape also seemed pretty cool, and I got almost enough smith stones to make the recipe.” You announce proudly, that feat taking you months of grinding.

“Is that the one with like the animation of the skulls on the inside of the cape?” Ashley asks as she dodges out of the way of smacking into some senior jock.

“Nah that’s the infinity cloak your thinking of, the eternity cape has like this faded, stary space reflection on the back-oops sorry.” You apologize to a preppy dark skinned girl that you bump slightly as you describe the cosmetic.

Things carry on like this till you reach the class room. Your first period taking place in room 45, the last class room on the eastern wing of the school. You have history, a subject you don’t hate, but had much interest in. Whatever stories the past had it can’t compare to the stuff you see daily in your videos games, and anime. It’s mostly just memorizing dates, and people at high school level anyways, the most boring stuff. However history does have one saving grace in your opinion...

Ashley finally relinquishing the hold she has on your wrist, the two of you enter the class room. It’s a standard room like most other classes. Rows of about twenty small desks are lined, the smart board in front, a few posters relating to history are hung on the tan walls. As Ashley bursts through the door it swings open wide enough that it hits the back of the wall with a large bang.

“Please, refrain from doing that again!” A feminine voice snaps at Ashley.

The sharp tone coming from Miss Scarlet your history teacher. Heart skipping a beat as you lay eyes on the women, this is then followed by a twitch of your cock. The sexy beauty of Miss Scarlet having you nearly swooning, your knees getting a jitter just looking at her. She’s a dirty blonde, her golden locks of light bleached hue tainted by streaks of bright brown that spread outward from the crown of her head. Two wooden hair sticks hold her hair up in french twist bun, the style of doo giving the lady an air of professionalism mixed with a pinch trendiness.

It’s a look that screams I’m disciplined, yet not passionless. Her strands of hair are mostly held firm by the bun, except for two singular bangs that hang off the left side of her fore head, one straight and droopy, while the other is a purposefully curled looking like it’s kind of a mini tornado. Miss Scarlet’s face is diamond shaped, allowing her features to express scathing looks when irked that would make even the most delinquent of students shrink back in their seats when the target of her scolding, while also allowing her to provide the sweetest looking of faces.

Rare as it is to see her full ruby red lips make a genuinely happy smile, when she does it just melts you, her cheeks puffing out, her brow going up to a relaxed position. Everything softens and it reminds you of a fuzzy bunny rabbit. It’s just adorable when she’s smiles, you only ever seeing it happen once when you came to her class early and she was looking at something on her phone. You of course immediately after got her famous steely glare and a scowl, combined with a long lecture about knocking before you enter some one’s room. Yet you didn’t care the fiery dressing down had been worth it in exchange for seeing joy like that come form Miss Scarlet. It a hope that one day you could be a source of that kind of happiness for her. Her eyes are baby blue, downturned in shape, with the only bit of makeup she has besides her gloss ruby lipstick, making its home on her upper eyelid. With Miss Scarlet having some eyeliner in the classic bar look to give her top lid some outline, and definition.

Her boobs are a size DDD them ridged, and spherical, having nearly no sag and lacking any real squish. This is probably in part due to her black lacy bra which you can see just barely peeking out from her white dress shirt. The three undone buttons at the top of Miss Scarlet’s shirt, giving letting you see an inch or two of the undergarment, a good bit of cleavage, and is no doubt walking the line of apportioned dress for teachers. The large breast’s of Miss Scarlet keeping a firm full shape no matter how she moved or pressed against her bosom. A delight to all the boys, and some girls in the class as it meant her tits never had an angle were they looked frumpy or smushed, them only ever getting the blessing of perfect roundness whenever they looked at her chest.

She has an hour glass figure with medium sized hips that provide some pop to her silhouette with the rest of her lower half transitioning into a modestly round butt. The rest of her further slims down into pair of see long petite legs. Them snaking all the way down to the floor taking more then half of here 7ft of heights, and clad in a pair of sexy see through black stocking. Miss Scarlet having elegantly shaped legs that curve inwards a few inches from hip to knees, then curving outwards again from knee to end of calf, with them finally curving back out again to connect to her ankles. Her feminine feet are elevated at an angle by shiny black heels then catch the lights from the ceiling creating bulbs of white in reflective material

“Sorry, uh good morning Miss Scarlet it’s good to see you.” You announce taking a few tepid steps towards her, gaze transfixed on her cleavage which you can see straight down by how she sits.

“Good morning to you to Doug.” She replies causal, casting her eyes up only for a second to greet you before turning back to the paper she’s currently writing on.

Just catching a glimpse of those icy baby blue eyes has your heart a flutter. A big dumb smile slides across your face as you rock precariously back-and-forth on your heels. Just having Miss Scarlet look at you is enough to send the world spinning, you tethering on unstable feet, positively love struck. Taking notice of the infatuated expression on your face Ashley rolls her eyes, and grabs you by the arm.

“Come on Doug let’s hurry up before some one takes our seats in the back.” She says pulling you along to get you away from Miss Scarlet.

You almost tripping backwards several times as you refuse to break the stare you have on Miss Scarlet by turning around. Ashley practically having to shove you into a seat to sit you down.

“Owwww take it easy Ashley.” You whine rubbing your elbow as you banged it on the way down.

“Sorry.” She apologies curtly, her tone sounds irritated by the very fact she’s offering you an apology at all.

Right now she’s annoyed with your fawning over of Miss Scarlet. Ashley considering the history teacher a competitor for your affection, and every time you make goo goo eyes at her Ashley can’t help but get frustrated.

The rest of the students for history class then quickly pour in to the room. Everyone edging out groups of desks so that they can all sit by in respective clicks and friend groups.

“Right class I’ll be giving you all back your tests from yesterday so please be prepared to look them over, and see what you need to improve on if need be.” Miss Scarlet announces as she stands from her desk with a small stack of paper.

Her quickly walking down the rows of chatting kids placing each of the test on their desks face down to save any one from embarrassment if they did poorly. She reaches you, and Ashley, handing you both back your tests. Looking at her test score of a hundred as she turns over the paper Ashley pipes up to Miss Scarlet before she can walk off.

“You know Miss Scarlet I believe this tests actually had some stuff you didn’t go over in the curriculum was that put in by mistake?”Ashley says her pitch going up with sass as she talks, giving what she considered to be her much older rival for some subtle attitude.

“Ah yes Ashley I put a few questions for extra credit that include the next subject will be studying, if you got them right they’ll be marked down as credit extra towards the next test.” Miss Scarlet says.

“Oh... well I just want to let you know I got all extra the questions right.” Ashley states smugly, her sliding her paper towards Miss Scarlet as if Ashley expects this fact will some how get under the teacher’s skin.

That she has some how ruined Miss Scarlet’s whole day by conquering her additional challenge on the test.

“Indeed I saw I’ll be sure you get that extra credit for the next test we have, and I have to say your parents must be very proud of your natural intelligence young lady.” Miss Scarlet responds with a compliment, her blissfully unaware of Ashely’s distain for her.

Ashley grinds her teeth with frustration as she watches Miss Scarlet then saunter off to give out the rest of the tests. Her feeling like she’d just been disrespected, that older women wasn’t viewing her like a proper adversary as she should. Doesn’t she know Ashley isn’t going to just roll over and let her take you? How dare she not take her seriously! The situation is a especially annoying as Ashely sees your gaze locked onto the Miss Scarlet’s butt while she trots down the row of desks.

“Ugh she’s so stuck up ya know.” Ashley grumbles as she glares daggers at Miss Scarlet.

“You know I don’t know why you got it in for Miss Scarlet much Ashley, her class isn’t that bad.” You reply turning back to Ashley as you finally pry your stare away from that voluptuous leather wrapped bottom bottom.

“I-I just don’t like her vibe, she acts like she’s so condescending to us students just because she older!” Says Ashley as she frowns, and crosses her arms in a hostile gesture to the Miss Scarlet who is still walking around the class.

“I... don’t really get the feeling from her.” You cock your head to the side, confused on where your best friend is getting such a bad impression from your history teacher.

“sigh Whatever...” Ashley grumbles her slumping down in her seat as she hears you defend Miss Scarlet again.

Grumpiness sitting over her like a dark cloud, she holds down the middle of her pencil and spins it like a propeller with a flick of her finger. Ashley resigning herself to the rising melancholy as she watches the pencil turn round, and round.

“So what did you get on the test?” She doesn’t even turn to look at you as she asks, her only inquiring as to reciprocate the polite courtesy of you asking for her score.

“Let’s see...” Pausing you flip over the paper to take a look.

As dash of wind blows in your face as you turn the paper over, your expression stiffening as you read the number 10% circled in a bold red pen at the top of your page.

“Uhhh I got a ten.” You says rubbing the back of your neck.

“That’s like, not good Doug didn’t you do kind of bad on the last two tests to?” Ashley sits back up, her leaning over to see what answers you got wrong.

You shrugs.

“Ehh it’s not like I’m doing that bad after all it’s just one class.”

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Ashley looks like she’s about to make a rebuttal yet then the bell that signals the beginning of first period rings.

“Alright class we’re going to be doing some text book work, please turn to page 146.” Miss Scarlet announces as she turns on the smart board in the front of the class.

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“Okay class that looks like all we have today, no homework this time but please be sure that you don’t lose the packet we worked on as we Weill be continuing it tomorrow.” Miss Scarlet announces as students are already starting to rush to the door.

Before you know it class is over. It being a total drag like ever history period. All those dates, and people you have to memorize, tch it’s all so damn tedious. Eager to get out of the class you hop out of your seat throw your book bag into your bag, and quickly start shoving in behind all your other classmates who are rushing ou the door. Ashley trying her best not to get left behind as she rushes to chuck all the school supplies she had out half hazardously into her back pack so she can quickly scramble out with you.

“Doug can you actually stay after class for a minute there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Miss Scarlet says as she notices you trying to head out.

You stop in your tracks turning back you walk over to Miss Scarlet wondering what this could be about. You don’t think it’s anything serious, surely you can’t be in trouble as you make sure to be extra good in Miss Scarlets class. Maybe she finally found that library book that you lost a month ago. Last place you had it was here, and while you were almost positive some one swiped it maybe some how just turned up?

Ashley gives you a look of concern as you pass by to stand in for of Miss Scarlets desk.
Her more imaginative side starting to concoct rather alarming theories about what would happen if the two of you were alone, and out of her sight.

“What do you need Doug for Miss Scarlet?” She asks, her beginning to look quite anxious as her gaze flick between you, and Miss Scarlet.

Just the words staying after class, causes Ashley’s mind to manifest thoughts of a thousand different over the top lewd interactions going on between the two of you. This seeming just like ever stereotypical porn set up of a teacher having a student stay late after class to have a elicit relations.

“It’s a private matter between me and Doug Ashley, I can’t tell you that sorry.” Miss Scarlet says.

“Doug will be along shortly please run along to your next class.” She insists, shooing Ashely away dismissively with a wave of her hand.

Ashely’s eye twitches involuntarily, her having to control herself as she about two seconds from leaping across the desk and, pouncing on Miss Scarlet. Once more she feels like the women is just walking all over her. With this now layer of secrecy that is added to that already suspicious situation really starting to worry Ashely that this might be the moment the wicked old hag tries to take you from her for real.

Yet before she can do anything crazy her rationally wins out over he emotions. Exhaling deeply she realizes she’s being a bit ridiculous, acting like this is some low grade porno. She shakes her putting to rest the far fetched idea of something happening between the two of you right in the middle of a busy school day.

“Alright then, I’ll... catch you at lunch then Doug.” Ashley says her giving Miss Scarlet one last narrow of the eyes before she then turns, and speeds of to her next class.

“She’s a charming girl, your lucky to have some one like her Doug.” Miss Scarlet says with a sweet smile on her face that seems a bit strange to you.

“Huh, uh yeah she’s great fried.” You reply, sort of thinking the way Miss Scarlet said that was a bit weird.

“Just a friend.... boys so clueless...” She shakes her head sighing, her speaking under her breathe while she leans forward, tilting her head to the side so she can rest her cheek on her knuckle.

“So uh what did you want to talk to me about Miss Scarlet?” You ask rubbing the back of your neck as a sense of awkwardness starts to settle in the room.