Buffy Summers was nervous. This was her first day teaching English in her new school, Sunnydale High. She was 25, still young and passionate about her work. She sat at her desk, making sure she had everything she needed.
Buffy was taking over for the regular English teacher, Mrs. Crabtree. Mrs. Crabtree, by all the accounts she'd heard in the teacher's lounge, was a mean old battle-axe of a woman who didn't care much for children. She'd come down with some kind of mystery illness and was going to be out until further notice. Buffy hoped that the students would take a liking to her even though the job was temporary.
She tossed her long, blonde hair over her shoulder and straightened her blue, peasant-style blouse. Her matching blue skirt came down to just below her knees. A pair of tan high-heels covered her feet. She thought she looked pretty good. Respectable, but still hip. At least she hoped that's how she came off...
A little before 8 o'clock, her homeroom students started filing into the classroom. Some of them talking animatedly, others looking like rejects from 'Night of the Living Dead', shuffling along to their desks.
After a few minutes, the bell rang.
'Showtime!' Buffy thought, exhaling.
She smiled brightly and walked around to the front of her desk. She sat on the edge.
"Good morning everyone. I'm Miss Summers. I'll be your homeroom teacher and teach English in Mrs. Crabtree's absence."
Some of the students shouted their approval, whistling and hooting. More than a few of the boys sat up and took notice of the pretty new teacher. The students started quieting down.
"Whoa, dude! The teacher is totally hot!"
Buffy heard the voice coming from the back of the room. She looked over into what was the 'juvenile delinquent' corner apparently. The other students gave them a wide berth. Four young men and two young ladies sat at their desks, sticking their legs out and leaning back in their chairs. The classic 'I'm too cool' position.
"Alright, everyone, settle down. I hope we have a smooth transition to --"
Buffy stopped talking when the other students looked towards the door.
She looked and saw another student entering the room. She couldn't help staring.
He walked in the room like he owned the place, with a sexy swagger. His most eye-catching feature was his white-blonde bleached hair that stood up in spikes two or three inches off his head. He was wearing a tight black vest with safety pins stuck all over the front; a pair of ripped up blue jeans, the bulge in the front of the jeans was considerable; silver rings and bracelets adorned his wrists, thumbs and fingers; he wore a diamond stud in his left ear; a long black leather duster was draped over his shoulder, two of his fingers were hooked into it; a beat-up book bag with only one strap was slung over his other shoulder. His muscular arms were bare.
He had a confident, cocky smirk on his face.
'Those are nice arms...nice arms to have...' Buffy thought hazily.
Buffy snapped out of her daze.
"Let's be on time, tomorrow shall we?" Buffy asked.
He slowed down and looked at her, doing a double-take. His smirk faltered for a moment.
'Bloody hell! Who's that!? She's fucking gorgeous!' his mind raced.
After a quick scan of her petite and shapely body, he managed to nod and resumed his pace to the back of the room with the other punks.
Buffy held in the dreamy sigh that wanted to rise from her throat when he had looked at her. He was very handsome, gorgeous even. His eyes were blue, like the ocean after a storm, he wore black eyeliner, making them stand out more than they would normally; he had a scar on his left eyebrow, accentuated by a metal barbell piercing; his lips were full and lush; his cheekbones were sharp and defined like a top male model's.
He looked like the exact type of guy that her mother had warned her about when she was a teen...the kind of guy she'd always secretly craved. The kind of guy she still secretly craved.
Buffy shook herself from her forbidden thoughts and started roll call.
The students answered, "Here," when she called their names.
"William Giles?" Buffy read down the list.
There were snickers from the back of the room. She looked up.
"Sod off!" the tardy student pushed his friends.
"Is there a problem?" Buffy asked.
"Wiiillllliiiiaamm!" one of the punks said in a high voice.
"I said piss off, you bloody poof!" He kicked at the other punk's leg from his desk.
"Hey, settle down!" Buffy said sternly.
He stopped and looked up at her.
"Are you William Giles?" Buffy asked him.
"Spike."
"Pardon me?" She furrowed her brow.
'Is that some new slang term the kids are using? Was that an insult?' Buffy wondered.
"My name. It's Spike Giles," he replied.
"Oh. I see." Buffy made a note of his preferred term of address on her roll sheet (like she'd be able to forget anything about him!).
She wanted to try to get along with the kids. In her brief teaching experience, calling them by their nicknames seemed to endear her more to them.
"Alright, Spike it is." Buffy smiled sweetly. "You're British?"
"Say, you're good!" Spike smirked. "No wonder you're a teacher."
"That'll do, Spike." Buffy smiled.
Spike kept the smirk on his face, but gulped. The front of his jeans became suddenly much more confining. He grimaced slightly as the painful hard-on strained at his zipper. He covered himself with his duster.
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Buffy's 4th period English class came in and sat at their assigned seats.
The day was going well. She hadn't had much trouble at all. The kids were very well-behaved for the most part. The only disturbance in the Force had been this morning...William "Spike" Giles. She was having trouble getting him out of her mind.
'He's a teenager, he's one of your students, Buffy! You should expel any impure thoughts about him immediately!' the miniature angelic-Buffy holding a harp on her right shoulder said in a high, sweet voice.
'What are you stupid? Did you see that boy?! He's sex on a fucking stick! That face, that ass, those arms! What more do you need? And did you see that bulge!? Is that a salami down his pants!? I bet he can fuck like dream!' the miniature devil-Buffy holding a pitchfork on her left shoulder exclaimed, swinging her pointed tail back and forth.
Buffy squeezed her eyes shut as her brain battled against itself.
The late bell rang. Buffy shook herself from her lusty thoughts for the hundredth time that day and stood up.
"Hello, class. I'm Miss Summers. I'll be taking over for Mrs. Crab--"
Spike breezed in the door, late again.
Buffy tried not to look at him too long.
"Mr. Giles, you're late."
"Sorry, luv." Spike smirked as he walked to his seat in the back of the room. "I was havin' a smoke."
Some of the students chuckled. More than a few of the girls blushed and giggled at his presence.
"That's not an excuse, Spike. I'll expect you to be on time from now on," Buffy said firmly.
"Then you're only settin' yourself up for disappointment, pet. I like to make an entrance." He smirked, sliding down in his seat and splaying his legs.
The students laughed.
Buffy was getting irritated. It wasn't good for the other kids to think they could get away with bad behavior.
"Spike, in my class you may refer to me as Miss Summers. Not luv, or pet or --"
"How about 'Darling'?" Spike raised his scarred and pierced eyebrow.
Buffy crossed her arms and gave him a disapproving look.
"Guess not..." Spike said.
The class laughed again.
"Alright, let's get to work," Buffy sighed. She checked the lesson plan.
"According to what Mrs. Crabtree left me, you were supposed to have finished 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald." She looked back at the class. "Okay, who would like to tell me about it?"
Buffy looked around, no one raised their hand. Her eyes drifted back to Spike. He was slumped down in his seat, holding a motorcycle magazine up in front of his face.
"Spike, put your magazine away."
The class chuckled. Spike closed the magazine and smirked.
"Since you like being the center of attention so much, I think I'll call on you. How would you characterize 'The Great Gatsby'?" Buffy asked.
Spike looked at her blankly for a moment. "Uh, the 'The Great Gatsby'...was great!" Spike smirked.
The class erupted in laughter.
Buffy tapped her foot. "I was going easy on you because it's my first day, but enough is enough. I'll see you after class."
The students said, "Oooooh!"
"I suggest you don't try my patience again," Buffy said looking back to her book.
"But DO try her homemade griddle cakes!" Spike added.
The class laughed again. Some of the kids were wiping tears from their eyes.
Buffy looked up sharply at him, a frown on her face. "I'll see you after school for detention, Mr. Giles."
The class Ooooooh'ed again.
Spike slumped back in his seat, poking his tongue into his cheek.
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After school, Spike reported to Buffy's classroom. She was at her desk, writing.
He took a deep breath to steady his nerves and approached her.
"Well, I'm here," Spike said sounding bored already.
Buffy looked up at him. Her breath caught in her throat at just how good-looking a man he was.
'Young man! Emphasis on young!' she corrected herself.
"Good. Have a seat." Buffy went back to writing.
Spike sighed and headed for the back of the classroom.
"In the front," Buffy said. "Don't be shy."
Spike rolled his eyes and dropped down into a desk in the front row, directly across from Buffy's desk.
A few minutes passed in silence.
"I'm just gonna sit here the whole bleedin' time, then?" Spike said, breaking the silence.
Buffy was looking through some papers. "I'll be with you in a minute."
Spike drummed his fingers on the desk. His eyes were drawn to her. He tilted his head slightly, a wistful smile tugging at his lips. Her honey-blonde hair hung in a curtain over the right side of her face, the sunlight coming through the window made it shine and glisten. She raised the pen she was holding in her hand and put it in her mouth, wrapping her lips around the end.
Spike suppressed a groan and pulled his duster closed. She was so hot, so beautiful...her skin looked so --
Buffy looked up at him. "You got here on time. I'm impressed. You can start your detention by erasing the blackboards."
Spike stared at her. "What...you mean...now?" Spike gulped. He didn't want to get up with the hard-on straining at the front of his pants.
"That would be nice, yes." Buffy smiled and looked back down at her papers.
Spike buttoned the lower portion of his duster and stood up. He moved to the chalkboard in the front of the room and began clearing it.
"Aren't you hot in that coat?" Buffy asked.
'Oh, he's hot alright! Veeeeery hot!' Devil-Buffy whispered in her ear.
"No, I'm cool," Spike said quickly.
Buffy shrugged. "Suit yourself."
45 minutes went by.
Buffy had Spike do various chores around the classroom. He was able to take his coat off after 10 minutes, after he managed to get the hard-on to deflate.
The last 15 minutes of detention, Buffy allowed him to do some homework at his desk. Spike pretended to read a book while secretly glancing up at her.
Buffy sat at her desk, pretending to be engrossed in some papers. She was ashamed of herself for checking out Spike's ass when he was erasing the boards and when he bent over when he dropped some chalk.
A fantasy started unfolding in her mind like a porn film...
Buffy's Fantasy
Spike walked up to her desk to report for detention, looking oh-so firm and tight.
"Here I am, Miss Summers. Where do you want me today?"
Buffy looked up, a wicked grin on her face. "A few places come to mind..." she purred. "Why don't you start with the blackboards..."
Buffy leered at him, licking her lips.
Spike shot her a sexy smirk and strutted over to the blackboard. He picked up an eraser and began erasing the board, moving his cute ass from side to side.
Buffy smiled and stood up then walked up behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders.
"You're so tense, Spike." She massaged his shoulders. "You need to learn to relax..."
Buffy's hands traveled down his back to his ass. She cupped a globe in each hand and squeezed gently.
"Maybe you can help me to learn..." Spike looked at her over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow.
"Well, I am a teacher after all..."
She slid her hands around his waist to the buttons of his jeans.
"Do you have a present for teacher, Spike? It looks like you have a nice big present for me..."
Buffy kissed the soft skin at the nape of his neck, the fine hairs tickling her upper lip. She started undoing his jeans...
"Miss Summers?"
Buffy was jolted out of her fantasy by the sound of his voice.
She whipped her head to the side. Spike was standing right next to her, his groin mere inches from her face. Some time during her fantasy, he had gotten up and moved to stand beside her without her noticing.
Still tingling and throbbing from the fantasy, Buffy was only able to gawk at his denim-covered crotch for a few moments. The longer she stared, the more she could make out the outline of his dick. Her eyes traced the lines down a few inches (her fingers twitched to do the same). She suddenly realized what she was doing and turned away, her face hot with embarrassment...and arousal.
'Oh God! He looks so BIG...'
"You alright, Teach?" Spike asked.
"Yeah -- yes. Fine. Thanks." Buffy picked up her papers and straightening them.
"You were zoned out for a minute there, you sure everything's okay?" Spike asked.
"I was...just thinking of my lesson plan for tomorrow," Buffy said quickly.
"Oh." Spike hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. "It's been an hour. Can I go now?"
"Hmm?" Buffy looked at the clock. It had indeed been an hour since he'd come in for detention. Time flies when you're having fun. "Oh! Yes, of course. I'll...see you tomorrow morning. On time." She smiled.
Spike nodded and went back to his desk to pick up his coat and bookbag. He looked at her briefly then hurried out the door.
Buffy exhaled explosively and put her head down on her desk.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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