A Teacher's Mistake

"Pretty good. I chose the play for this year."

"Oh," she said, raising her eyebrows. "Who's the lucky student?"

"You know her," Mike said, picking a slice of pepper out of the pan and popping it into his mouth. "Ella. She's a friend of June's."

Paula thought for a moment before she figured out who he was talking about.

"The mousy one? The one that wanted to go home that sleepover, what, four years ago?"

"Three I think," Mike said. "And I guess so. I never thought of her as mousy. But I think you are talking about the right one."

Paula laughed.

"Well, maybe she isn't mousy, but she always was so bundled up. Is that still the case?"

"It is," Mike said. "You know these young girls. They are always so conflicted about their bodies."

"They should just enjoy them," Paula said with a laugh. "They don't look like that forever. Look at me!"

Mike did and couldn't help but laugh. Paula had taken care of herself. She had always been thin. She had smaller breasts so they had not sagged, and she worked out. No one would confuse her for an 18 year old, but she did not look a day over thirty, despite being ten years older than that.

"I like what I see," Mike said and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her.

After a moment she pushed him away.

"Later, maybe," she said. "I'm making supper."

Mike stepped back.

"So this means," Paula said, "that I'm going to lose you for a few months to the play? Like always?"

Mike nodded.

"A bit I guess. There is always a lot to do."

Paula sighed.

"That's good actually," she said. "I just got a new contract. In New York. I'll be working hard here and have to travel there a whole bunch over the next four or five months."

Mike tried not to be disappointed in his response. He was proud of her success but he missed her when she was in crazy work mode.

"Congratulations!" he said. "That sounds like a good one."

"It is," Paula agreed. "But I'm getting tired. This might be the last out of town one I take on."

Mike did not respond. Paula had said this the last four times she took on a design project like this.

They ate supper and watched some TV after. Eventually they went to bed. Mike rolled over and kissed his wife. She kissed him back for a few minutes before breaking it and sighing.

"I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm beat from the trip. Maybe tomorrow night?"

Mike sighed.

"Sure."

He opened a book and started to read. After half an hour he sensed that his wife was deep asleep, but he was not even close.

He got out of bed and went down to the living room, considering watching a movie or TV. He had his hand on the remote but put it down. He picked up his phone and opened the Instagram app.

He pulled up his daughter's page, to see what she had been up to lately. He knew kids didn't share much on here anymore, especially if they knew their parents could see the pages, but he was curious how she was doing at college.

He noticed the part that showed her friends and Ella was near the top of the list. He knew he should not do it but he tapped on her profile bringing up her page.

There wasn't much on there, but there were some photos from her 18th birthday party. He clicked on them and saw her with some friends at what looked like an arcade.

It seemed like a small gathering but, of course, Mia was there. She looked... uncomfortably good, Mike realised. She was wearing a corset and a low cut top that showed even more skin than she usually did at school.

Mike flicked through a few photos until he found one where it was Ella, smiling widely, cheeks flushed. He suspected there might have been some drinking involved but she had clearly been careful not to post any photos of that. Mia was beside her, body facing the camera, head turned and was playfully licking the side of Ella's face.

Mike stared for a moment, transfixed. He slowly pushed his hand into his pyjama pants, and found that he was already rock hard. He gripped himself and began to stroke, looking at the photo.

Thoughts ran through his mind. He wondered what was under that sweatshirt Ella was wearing, even on her birthday. He didn't have to wonder about Mia. He could see how lovely her breasts were. He imagined how soft they would be under his hands. He stared at that tongue against her friend's cheek. How sexy would it be, he asked himself, if Mia was licking his cum off of Ella's face...

Mike grunted, surprised by his own climax, cum spraying up from his fist. He pumped several more times, looking at the photo, before dropping his phone, disgusted with himself.

He grabbed a tissue and cleaned himself off as best he could before heading up to bed and to sleep. He had to stop doing that, he told himself. That was a path only to trouble.

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For most young girls at 18, Friday would be a night out, possibly at a party. For Mia and Ella, however, it was not that different than most evenings, save they were not worried about waking up for school the next day.

They were at Mia's house, in her bedroom. A movie from their childhood that they had seen several hundred times was playing on her small TV, mostly ignored.

They were in their sleep clothes, panties and tee shirts, and leaned up against the headboard, chatting.

Mia's room was suited to her goth aesthetic. She had candles burning, scarves tossed over lamps to give eerie red lighting, and posters of bands on the walls, mixed with art she had drawn or painted. She had an easel against one wall in an art nook with an unfinished painting of Ella on it.

"So what's the next move," Mia was asking Ella.

"What do you mean? Next move?" Ella asked, biting her lip as she painted one of her toenails red.

"With Mr. Nicholson?" Mia continued. "I mean, you are going to be able to spend so much time with him alone. Now's your chance to jump him!"

Ella scoffed.

"There is no 'next move,'" she said. "He's a teacher. He's way too old. And he's married. He doesn't want anything to do with me."

"I doubt that's true," Mia said. "I bet he secretly lusts after you. I bet he sits at home and jerks off thinking about young girls, you specifically."

"There is no way," Ella said. "Nobody is lusting after me. You, maybe. If he's horny for any girl at school I bet it would be you! You are the sexy one."

"I'd be ok with that," Mia said. "I'd happily show him how much fun a young girl could be. But I would never do that to you! How could I fuck the man you are mooning over?!"

Ella shook her head, laughing.

"I wouldn't care," she said. "As long as you were happy. And you could tell me about it I guess."

There was a pause, as Mia carefully considered what she was going to say next. She had planned this conversation in her mind for some time.

"Well," she said slowly, "maybe we could both get what we want."

"What do you mean?"

Mia turned to her friend and licked her lips. She knew that this was a turning point. No matter what Ella said in response to her plan, things would not be the same between them. If Ella agreed, their relationship would be very different. If she refused, the suggestion would hang over their friendship like a cloud.

"Ok," Mia said. "Hear me out. We know that you want Mr. Nicholson. You've told me so many times. And I get it. He's hot, he's kind, he's pretty cool for his age. I wouldn't mind being with him either. And, look, I know that it's stupid to put pressure on ourselves because of this, like, arbitrary number thing, but, I don't know about you, but I didn't think I would still be a virgin at 18. I really don't want to graduate a virgin!"

"Me either," Ella agreed. "I mean, whatever, but... I would rather not start college without... that."

"Right?! But we have both said that there aren't any guys at our school who we would even consider! And we don't go to parties or anything so it's not like we are going to meet some college guy. So our choices are limited."

Ella nodded, letting Mia carry on.

"So why don't we just fuck Mr. Nicholson?"

"You say that like it's so easy," Ella said, screwing the top onto the nail polish and tossing it aside. "We are kids to him. And I've never even heard a rumour about him being interested in a student. And, what do you mean, 'we'?"

Mia moved and sat beside her friend, shoulder to shoulder, and put her arm around her.

"I think you are forgetting that he's a man and we are young and hot. If we try, I mean really try, I don't think he will be able to resist us."

"You maybe," Ella said. "You are hot. I'm just," she gestured to herself, "me."

"You are pretty fucking stupid for someone so smart," Mia said. "You are totally hot, and you have an amazing body. You just hide it for some reason I have never been able to figure out.

"And," Mia continued, "we, I mean, we share almost everything. I'm happy to share Mr. Nicholson with you. If you are ok with that. We can help each other get with him and once we do... we share him. Ok?"

Ella bit her lower lip and looked into her friend's eyes. She slowly took a breath.

"I don't think this will actually work," she finally said. "But... I'mwilling to try. If you help me."

Mia broke into a grin.

"Fuck yeah!" she said excitedly. "Ok. First step, let's talk about how you dress..."

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It was just after seven when Mike used his key to open the drama room. There were students and other teachers wandering the school halls. After school activities often started around this time, giving everyone time to go home and eat a meal before returning for whatever thing they were signed up for.

Mike kicked the sandbag that sat beside the heavy door for just this purpose to block it from swinging shut and locking behind him.

The room had an open area for rehearsing and for building sets. There were beanbags along the far wall, in the shadows for the kids to lounge on, and a few tables with chairs along another. Mike crossed to one of the tables and sat behind it, opening his laptop to do some lesson planning while he waited for Ella to arrive.

For the previous couple of days Mike had wrestled with his own conscience. He knew the kind of thoughts he had been having about Ella were wildly inappropriate, and he knew he had to get himself under control. He had come to terms with the fact that she was an attractive girl, but it was his duty to be a good teacher and a good man and be only professional. By the time he was waiting for her he felt strong enough to behave himself and keep his imagination in check.

It was about fifteen minutes before he heard the door being pushed open. He glanced up and saw Ella. She had her hair down around her shoulders and was wearing her usual baggy zip up hoodie. One thing different, he noticed, was that she was wearing a skirt. He quickly thought back over the years and could not remember her wearing one before.

It might have missed his notice but it was actually pretty short. It was plaid, and stopped pretty high up on her thighs, which turned out to be milky white and ample without being fat. If school was in session it would not be considered appropriate due to the school standards, but after school there was not much anyone could say.

He blinked and pulled his eyes from her thighs and smiled at her, reminding himself to behave. He noticed Mia step through the door behind Ella. That made sense. They were always together.

"Hi girls," he said and waved. They both smiled back at him.

"Mia," he continued. "I'm assuming you will be part of the props and set design team again? We won't have much for you to do today."

"That's ok," Mia said and kicked the sandbag out of the door. Mike was about to tell her she should put it back when a loud noise came from the robotics lab. They were building fighting robots and were not quiet. He supposed with two students in the room he was safe enough to have the door closed.

Mia was wearing a loose black satin blouse with a few too many buttons open, belted around her waist, making it a very short dress. On her legs she had some fishnet stocking that were artfully torn in several places.

"I'm just going to work on some homework while you two do whatever," Mia continued and went and crawled onto one of the beanbags across the room. Mike belatedly averted his eyes when she leaned forward, the loose blouse falling forward giving him a view of her deep cleavage and the black bra that contained her ample breasts. She sat, back against the wall, facing the two of them.

Meanwhile, Ella had crossed the room and sat on the chair beside his own. Mike had assumed that she would take the seat opposite him and was about to suggest it when she placed her laptop down beside his and opened it, showing her word processing program and her play.

"I was hoping that we could work on this today," she said before he could say anything. "I'm not sure I understand all of your comments."

Mike glanced down. The way the chairs had been, when Ella sat beside him, her thigh pressed against his. He could see her smooth skin pressed along his jean leg. The skirt had pulled up a bit and he could see most of her thigh. He looked away, at the screen.

Ella had taken each of the comments he had made on her paper and highlighted the areas he had made them about.

"Like this one," she said. "You wrote that the dialogue is unnatural. What should they be saying instead?"

Mike quickly was able to ignore how close Ella was to him, slipping into teacher mode.

"Well," he said, "you should be saying all of your lines out loud. That way you can spot some that might feel weird to actually speak. As to what they should say, that's up to you. I can't write the play for you. Only provide feedback."

Ella nodded then scrolled to the next comment and soon she and Mike were deep in a back and forth discussion about how they could pull off a complicated scene. Mike did not notice that he was leaning against the young woman, his shoulder against hers, nor how Mia was not doing her homework, rather watching the two of them with bright eyes.

After some time Ella reached up to the zipper of her hoodie. She wore this garment, and others just like it most days, and they were always zipped up to under her chin. She glanced at Mia who gave her a discreet nod across the room

"It's warm in here," Ella muttered under her breath and pulled the zip down, slowly, like Mia had instructed her to do. She was afraid that her fingers would shake, giving away just how scared she was, but she was relieved to find them solid and unwavering.

Mike was reading something on Ella's screen and did not register the words but he did notice the movement of her hand which he glanced at as it began to draw downwards. If he had given it any thought Mike would have looked away, but by the time he realised what he was looking at, it was too late.

Over the past few days Mike had often found himself wondering what Ella had on under her hoodies. As the zipper came undone it seemed, at first, like the answer was: Nothing. Instead of a tshirt he saw only pale flesh with faint blue hints of veins running under the skin. His eyes widened but he could not make himself look away.

Mike almost let out a sigh of relief when he glimpsed the fabric of a white tanktop revealed by the opening zipper. Thus far it had seemed as if time had slowed, like a scene in a movie where the camera follows the path of a bullet. In this case it was the path of the zipper and, like the movies, time suddenly snapped back to normal and Ella quickly finished unzipping and shrugged out of the hoodie.

Mike's mouth was dry as he gazed at the girl beside him. The tank top was white cotton, with a deep scooped neckline, showing a wide expanse of creamy skin before cutting off the view just above the areolas of her nipples. There was clearly no bra under the tank top, and her nipples stood out against the fabric clearly.

Ella leaned further forward and concentrated on the screen in front of her. Mike licked his lips as he realised that he was suddenly hard as a rock beside her, his cock straining against his jeans. He was so very aware of her bare leg pressed to his.

He shook his head and tore his eyes away from the intoxicating view and glanced at Mia across the room, checking to see if she had noticed his leering.

Mia was looking down at a textbook on the beanbag chair in front of her, playing with a yellow highlighter in her hand. She had shifted and Mike received no reprieve from looking at young flesh.

Mia was leaned forward and her own ample breasts were on display, her blouse falling rather wide open. One of her legs was stretched in front of her, the other bent, heel against her ass. Her fishnet stockings ending halfway up her thigh and above that Mike could see to where her leg met her pelvis. He could just see a thin line of red, the panties she was wearing.

He looked away, at the screen that Ella was concentrating on. She was tying in a change to the dialog that he had suggested.

She looked at him and he met her eyes, willing himself not to look down. To ignore what was on display for him.

"How's that, Mr. Nicholson?" she asked.

"Great," he said without looking at it. "Perfect."

Ella smiled and he couldn't help but smile back.

"Ok. Now this note," she said and scrolled through the document. "I have a question."

Mike looked down again, unable to resist looking at her. Marvelling at her nipples, wondering what colour they were. What they would feel like between his lips, flicking his tongue across them...

He shook his head.

"I think that's good for today," he said. "You girls should be getting home."

Ella blinked and pouted a bit, an expression Mike had never seen on her face before. It was cute and he had an almost overwhelming urge to kiss her.

"Awe, really," she said. "We were just on a roll."

"Yes really," he said. "We have lots of time. Months. We can pick up next week." He licked his lips unconsciously, realising how much time he was about to spend with this girl.

"Ok," Ella said. She reached out and placed her hand on top of Mike's, and he twitched as it almost felt like a spark danced between them. "Thursday we can pick up right where we are now." She looked at Mia. "Let's go," she called out. "Mr. Nicholson says we are done."

Mike watched as Mia climbed out of the beanbag chair, transfixed by the view of her cleavage as she crawled forward. Then he saw Ella stand then walk towards her friend.

If he had not been sure that she was braless before, the way her breasts bounced, full of youth's perkiness, as she hurried over to Mia, would have convinced him. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

"Are you coming, Mr. Nicholson?" Mia called out to him.

"In a few minutes. I have to finish something up. I'll lock up behind us."

In truth he had nothing to do, he just didn't want to stand and put his tented pants on display. The girls said goodbye and left.

It took a minute of deep breaths and clear thoughts to calm his hardness before Mike was ready to stand and leave. He was glad no one was in the hallway to see how flustered he was.

He went to his car and headed home.

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"I don't think it worked," Ella said to Mia as they walked out of the school. She was hastily putting her hoodie on, feeling incredibly exposed, wearing only a tanktop and no bra.

"Are you crazy," Mia laughed. "He couldn't look away from your tits! If we ever had a doubt he was a boob man, we know now. He was practically drooling. At mine too!"

She was walking with a spring in her step. She felt like the first step had gone well.

"Really?" Ella asked. "He didn't look, like, grossed out?"

"No," Mia said. "I was watching him. His eyes were wide and he was trying not to stare but failing. He loved it! And when he tried to look away I gave him my own show. And I could see under the table. I think he got hard. I could see a lump! We will have is cock in us in no time!"