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My name is Larry. I'm from New York originally, but at the age of 38, 
I joined up with an all black theatre company in Portland, so I went 
ahead and moved the wife and kid out West with me. Acting gigs aren't 
always the easiest things in the world to come by, y'know, so sometimes 
I have to take voiceover work. For awhile, I was actually doing some 
teaching, the Portland High School of the Performing Arts hired me as 
an "Artist-in-residence", meaning I didn't have to get a teaching 
credential, but I came in every so often and I led some classes. Well, 
that's all I did at first, anyway.

My schedule was pretty light, just one hour a day, plus some time on 
the weekends to rehearse whatever play I picked to direct at the end of 
each semester. Mondays I worked with the Advanced class, which was most 
all the senior acting students, plus about half the junior class. 
Tuesdays I had the Basics, all freshmen, and Wednesdays was an hour 
with the Intermediates, the sophomores and the other half of the 
juniors. Thursdays and Fridays I had off until I cast the play, then it 
was an hour each day with whomever I cast in the play; private sessions 
with the actors. Pretty sweet deal, I figured, considering I'd be 
getting decent money for classes that didn't start until two every day 
(this school was "alternative", the kids had academics in the morning, 
then two hours of their art after lunch. My classes were all second-hour 
classes).

I came to class that first Monday, acting exercises ready, monologues 
photocopied, various plays I was considering doing... I thought I was 
totally prepared. But in my haste to accept a job as easy and decent 
paying as teaching acting part time at a high school, I had forgotten 
one major element of high school... high school girls! My jaw must have 
broke through the floor when I first walked into the acting room, where 
I was to teach the Advanced class Monday afternoons. Of the almost dozen 
girls in the room, six were hot as fuck, each in their own unique way, 
of course, but they all had that thing... that thing you could never put 
your finger on, but knew was there nonetheless. It had been missing from 
my life, since my own high school days, now that I think about it, and 
here I was standing in a room full of these amazing beauties, and they 
were all looking at me.

The first girl to catch my eye, who I later learned was called Sara, 
stood in the corner of the room nearest the door, talking with this 
skinny kid... her boyfriend I figured. She had medium length brown hair, 
straight, that framed her little oval face perfectly. Nice green eyes, 
big-ass smile, a cute little blush when she got embarrassed. Only 16 
and a junior, she had amazing tits for her age... I couldn't help but 
stare a little at where they stretched out her purple Stegosaurus 
t-shirt. Her hips curved out nicely from her petite waist, and man, 
did she have a great ass: round, not too firm, not too jiggly... I 
could see her panty line through her gently clinging black skirt, and I 
was a happy man.

My gaze then traveled to the center of the back row, to a rather intense 
beauty named Amara. She was just taking off her black trench coat to 
reveal her white t-shirt, the only source of light in her all black 
ensemble. Her long black skirt was too baggy for me to see much of her 
lower body, though when she crossed her legs I saw she had a pair of 
long black boots on, which I found strangely exciting. She was engaged 
in what seemed to be an argument with one of the guys, also a senior, 
and her bossy I'm-smarter-than-you attitude seemed a bit of a turn off, 
but I had only to look at her beautiful face -- those severe eyebrows, 
those soft, pouting lips, that skin as white as Greek marble -- and I 
was entranced again by this seventeen-year-old beauty.

"Are you Mr. Jones?" a voice asked behind me, and I whipped my eyes off 
Amara's lovely unblemished neck as I spun around to confront the 
cheerful voice. My words died in my throat as I saw Megan for the first 
time, so I resorted to a lame smile as my gaze frantically tried to take 
her all in. You know the type of girls that all guys are supposed to go 
for? You know what I mean, the tall, leggy girl with long blond hair, 
bright blue eyes, big tits, small waist, mouth made for shouting cheers 
and sucking cock? That was never my type, per se, but Megan made it my 
type, with her little pink tanktop and jean shorts.... oh god, I swear 
I wanted to take her right then and there. I might have, too, had the 
seventeen-year-old senior not brushed a long strand of dirty blond hair 
behind her pink seashell ear and repeated her question. I shook myself 
back to reality. 

"Yeah, that's me," I said, trying to sound both authoritative and cool 
at the same time. "You're..." 

"Megan," she replied. "Do you need someone to lead the warm-ups, or...?" 

"Not today," I responded, "but thanks. I'll definitely take you up on it 
once the class is in full swing." 

She smiled and my heart jumped for joy. "Okay!" she replied cheerily, 
and took her seat.

Next to Megan was a long, skinny girl, her long black hair covering her 
face as she held her head down. I was about to pass her over when 
something told me otherwise. "You awake?" I asked jokingly. She looked 
up at me and smiled. 

"Sorry. Just a little spacey. I'm Erica." She extended her hand and I 
took it, her fingers were long and delicate, like a pianist's. The 
sixteen-year-old's beauty was unusual... she had an Asian last name but 
her features weren't all that Oriental. She was Eurasian, I later 
discovered, her dad Chinese and her mother white. She had soulful brown 
eyes, an aquiline nose, and a cute way of scrunching up her face when 
she laughed. She seemed to jump from mood to mood quickly...one second 
seemingly depressed, the next super-perky, spastically so. Maybe it's 
something all lanky girls get, but it was like she wasn't used to her 
body... she would always be tripping, stubbing her toe, flailing her 
arms about... it was really adorable.

In the far corner, two girls sat talking politics or something.... 
typical high school idealism mixed with typical high school angst. The 
one furthest from me was a real quote-unquote alternative girl. She 
obviously got her big funky patch-covered jacket at a thrift store 
somewhere, same with her tattered jeans. She had short, choppy, reddish 
hair, horn-rimmed glasses, carried a lunchbox instead of a backpack or 
a purse... you get the idea. Nina -- that was her name -- wasn't as 
pretty as some of the other girls, but she had nice, meaty tits and ass, 
and this kind of energy... like she was an adventurous spirit or 
something... I liked that. The girl she was talking to, Molly, had 
nowhere near the curves Nina did, in fact, none at all, but her body was 
amazingly hot nonetheless. She obviously wore no bra under her red 
tanktop, as her pert little nipples stood out clearly as she shifted in 
her seat. Her frame was tiny, just over five feet, and her short, dyed 
black hair, only accentuated her pixie-like look, as did her big brown 
eyes... they reminded me of those girls in those Anime movies.... you 
know how their eyes are always big? Anyway, I couldn't see her ass from 
how she was seated, but if it was anything like the rest of her tight 
little package, I couldn't wait!

Well, I eventually calmed down enough to teach class and it went really 
well at first. The kids did the exercises pretty well and while most of 
them were just spoiled white kids who didn't want to go to real public 
school, I could see that one or two just maybe had the spark to become 
a real actor. That was when Sofie came in, late, as was to become her 
ritual. Short dyed blond hair, medium height, real skinny, Sofie had a 
sort've punk rock feel to her... her collar belt and bracelets were all 
studded with metal and she wore one of those thin white wife beater 
shirts. She met my eyes and I could see her blue eyes were red with 
smoking pot at lunch. She smiled nervously and sat down, so I continued 
my lecture. Before long, the bell rang and the students filed out, 
leaving me alone with my dirty, dirty thoughts.

A cold shower and one good night's sleep later, I reported in for my 
second day of classes. Surely the Basics will be easier, I thought. 
They're fourteen year olds, for God's sakes, I won't be attracted to 
them. Oh, how wrong I was.

I met the first of them in the hall, outside the gym where the Basics 
had class with me. I was early, I guess, and waiting for someone to let 
me in to the locked gym, when this INCREDIBLY cute little girl in a baby 
tee exposing her light pink midriff and a stylishly retro (and pretty 
tightly fitting) pair of jean bellbottoms walked over to the soda 
machine and inserted a dollar. Her hair, sort've a blackish-reddish dye 
job, was up in little spikes on her head, maybe trying to make her look 
a little older, but if so failing utterly... she only looked that much 
the more innocent to these lecherous eyes. "Fuck!" she swore, banging on 
the machine and dispelling the glow of childlike innocence I had 
surrounded her with. "Gimme my change!" She hit it again.

Always the gentleman, I approached the girl and smiled. "Anything I can 
do?" Her wide brown eyes gave her the look of a doe, and the little 
freckles across her cute nose just about made my heart melt. 

"Your machine ate my quarter!" she said, evidently mistaking me for the 
soda guy.

"You seem to have me confused with someone else," I said, "I'm the new 
acting teacher." Her hand went to her mouth in embarrassment. 

"Oh my god, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry. I'm Lily. You must think I thought 
that just because you were black--" Her hand went to her mouth again. 
"I didn't mean that to sound offensive. I'm such a retard. I'm sorry." 

I laughed at her obvious discomfort. "Don't worry about it. I'm Larry." 
The bell rang. "Now how do we get into class?"

Once everyone had filed in (the freshmen were a lot more punctual than 
the older kids, that was for sure) and taken their seats on the blue 
mats set up on the gym floor, I let my eyes roam over the student body 
(to use a very old, but reliable, pun). Cute girls clung together, it 
seemed. Next to Lily was a really bubbly girl named Jenny with curly 
short blond hair, sparkling gray eyes and a huge smile. Not to mention 
an orange flower print skirt I could almost see up every time she 
adjusted her legs. On Lily's other side was the tiniest girl I'd ever 
seen... smaller than even Lily or Molly. She was Filipina I think, and 
her name was Tia, her long wavy black hair cascading over her golden 
shoulders and her clingy black pants showing off the most amazing little 
ass I'd ever seen. And finally, making up the cute foursome, a tall 
Mexican beauty named Lucia sat on Tia's left, her full breasts sitting 
braless beneath a tie-dyed shirt and her long legs luxuriating in her 
home made pants. I'd never gone much for the hippie look, but Lucia 
transcended her style with her exotic facial bone structure... she 
looked like some ancient Aztec priestess.

The rest of the girls in the class were nothing special... they hadn't 
developed that special "thing" yet, that thing that only high school 
girls have. Either that or they were just plain unattractive, to be 
brutally frank. But those four were more than enough to occupy my mind 
as I rattled off my introductory lessons. Time passed, and I had just 
about worked all four freshmen into a sweaty mental orgy when the bell 
rang. I sighed and packed my bag.

The next day, I gritted my teeth and entered the theatre, where I was to 
teach the Intermediate class, ready for more of the same. Sure enough, 
I literally bumped into the kind of girl I only dreamed about the second 
I stepped in the door. She was short but stacked, and the way her baby 
fat still clung to her round face and woman's breasts and ass... the 
best of both worlds, let me tell you. She looked up at me with her big 
brown eyes and for just a second, I thought I saw a flicker of desire 
in them. Stop that, Larry, I told myself, you're just being eager. She 
smiled and with a toss of her short blond bob, she turned away. Was it 
my imagination, or was this fifteen-year-old sexpot actually shaking 
her ass at me as she walked off? Her name was Kelsey, I later learned, 
and I resolved to test her 'innocent' flirtation, see what she was 
really made of.
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A pair of girls onstage were already doing their warm-ups and it was a 
sight. The first, Kim, had long brown hair, down to the middle of her 
back and was as skinny as a post. The sight of her trim little belly as 
her shirt lifted ever so slightly with each stretch drove me crazy and 
her nose, which was upturned slightly, gave her a snotty look that I 
would have loved to fuck out of her. The other one was skinny too, 
with slightly bigger tits under her burgundy armless t-shirt, but it was 
her bluejean-clad ass that really grabbed me. It was big for a girl as 
small as this one, Melinda, her name was, but it was perfectly shaped, 
promising me hours of pleasure if I could just get into those fucking 
pants!

God, I was getting out of control, I realize now. Just my third day and 
I was already desperately trying to come up with some scheme, some 
desperate plan that would let me possess even one of these girls. Was I 
being too obvious with my staring? I didn't think so, but-- "You gonna 
teach us or just stare at her ass?" a voice whispered roughly in my ear. 
Let me tell you, I just about jumped out of my skin, if such a thing is 
even possible. Now I said earlier that that senior girl Sofie had the 
punky look. Let me revise that. Sofie had the store-bought version of 
punk, a disenfranchised middle-class revolt against too-strict parents. 
But the girl standing behind me as I turned around, Taylor, she was the 
real thing. She was one of the juniors that had gotten held back in 
Intermediate, and she seemed like the type who didn't really bother much 
with school. Her face was pierced in several places... eyebrow, lip, a 
spiked stud underneath her lower lip and her hair was chopped short and 
died dark blue. Her clothes were baggy and torn... she didn't have the 
most healthy lifestyle, it was clear, and she wasn't thin like some of 
the other girls, but I didn't mind. Something about her attitude, 
combined with the smell of fucking she had on her, drove me crazy. 
I could see her heavy tits behind her black t-shirt, and she saw me see 
them. "You think you're gonna see these, you're crazy." And with that, 
she went back to her seat. Turning my back to the class, I had to tuck 
my now-erect cock up under the waistband of my pants. I breathed hard 
and turned to teach.

At the end of the day I met with my new boss, the head of the acting 
department at the High School of the Arts, a chubby bearded guy named 
Brian. He was a bit of a pompous ass, but you get used to such things as 
an actor, and, I must confess, I slip into it myself from time to time. 
"How was the first week, Larry?"

"Not bad, not bad. I think I can do a lot with these kids."

"Good," he said curtly, and walked off, never guessing the insidious 
double meaning behind my words. Of course, I could have never guessed 
that those words, that hope, would become a reality sooner than I ever 
dreamed...

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Stay tuned for Part One.... coming soon!

Hope you enjoyed....
Larry