A 16 year old Beca Mitchell sat in her religion class, the first day back after their Christmas holidays, the brunette was turned around in her seat to talk to her best friend Stacie. Stacie was tall, beautiful and one of the most popular girls in their year, but Beca had been her best friend for years and her popularity wasn't going to change that.
"You know we're getting a new teacher for the rest of the year" Stacie said as Beca shook her head "yeah, Mr Hamilton left to 'travel the world' or something apparently" the taller girl continued speaking "as long as I ge don't care who we have, they're gonna be some bible pushing pastor's wife or something." Beca said as the room went silent and Stacie's eyebrows rose and nodded towards the door.
Beca slowly turned in her seat and lifted her eyes to take in the sight of the gorgeous red-head in front of her as her eyes went wide and jaw dropped (she was finally happy the school made them sit in alphabetical order of first names, and that she was adamant she be called Beca, as it meant she was directly in front of their teacher for the next 2 years).
Fresh out of university, 23 year old Chloe Beale stood in front of the class and introduced herself "good afternoon class, I'm Miss Beale, and I'll be your religion teacher for the rest of the year, and hopefully more, if you pick it for A-level!" She said with a huge smile on her face.
Beca couldn't help herself as she ran her eyes from Ms. Beale's black high heels, up her incredibly long legs to a black pencil skirt which hugged the woman's curves, showing off her perfectly sculpted ass, which Beca spent far too long lingering over. Next was the crisp white shirt, the top few buttons undone, as the curve of the teacher's breasts pushed against the material. When she finally reached Ms Beale's face Beca paused at her lips before reaching piercing blue eyes which stared back at her, making the teenager blush slightly.
"So class, today I thought we could just get to know each other a bit more." Ms Beale said, not drawing attention to the girl in front of her who was still recovering from being caught staring. "I'd like to get to know some more about her" Beca thought to herself as her mind drifted to places it definitely shouldn't be, images flashing through her head of her teacher, wondering how her lips felt, if there were abs under her shirt, what she looked like when she came.
Beca managed to keep her breathing semi-regular, but she wasn't paying any attention to what was being said until she heard her name. "Rebecca" Ms Beale said, grabbing the teenagers attention, "huh?" came the response from the brunette. "Tell us something about you."
The red-head continued, smiling down at the girl who replied "my best friend back there's gonna be a super model" as she leant over a row of desks while Stacie did the same in order to give each other the perfect high five before turning round to finish her sentence "oh and it's Beca, no Re."
"Well Beca, no Re, while I appreciate your faith in Stacie, how about something about you this time?" The Red-head tried again in a hopeful tone. "Nope, I'm good" Beca responded, gaining a laugh from the class which filled her with a pride of sorts, which immediately was replaced by something worse when she saw the teacher's face fall.
Suddenly the bell went and everyone began packing up for their last class of the day. "Beca, can you hang back a minute please." Ms Beale said as Beca sighed and sat back down, she'd be missing music, her favourite subject, but they likely wouldn't be doing anything on the first day, plus the brunette couldn't find it in herself to be annoyed at the woman in front of her.
"Are you okay? Why didn't you want to say anything about yourself earlier?" The red-head said in a concerned tone as she sat in the chair beside the brunette, turned to face her.
"Everyone already knows everything they need to about me, I don't see why they need to know anything else" Beca stated simply. "I don't know anything about you" Chloe replied, looking straight into the younger girl's eyes, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat.
"Why would you, I'm not that special, or anyone important or anything." Beca said as she stood up, breaking eye contact with the woman in front of her as she walked towards the door. Chloe quickly stood and grabbed her hand, making the brunette look down at them, "please, come talk to me sometime, I'm sure you're a lot more special than you let on" the red-head said with a soft smile which faltered as the teenager pulled away. "I'm good, thanks though" Beca said as she left the room, leaving her teacher with a slightly hurt expression and an unsettling feeling in her stomach.
A few days later Beca was back in Ms Beales class, trying to focus on what they were learning but failing miserably as she wasn't interested. They way her teacher bent over within the first 5 minutes of class, between Beca and the girl beside her, to collect a page from someone behind them hadn't helped Beca's situation and she had a clear view down the Red-heads, already low cut, top. There was no chance of focusing the rest of the hour as the brunette allowed her mind to drift to a particular fantasy of hers.
Peter Johnson (god she hated that smug bastard and how he eye fucked The red head constantly) had been flirting with Ms Beale all day and Beca had finally had it when her reached up to caress the teacher's cheek softly, causing the older woman to flinch. She marched over to him, grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to her eye level "don't fucking touch her" she said in an uncharacteristic manner which cause his eyes to wide in fear as he scrambled out of the room.
"Thanks Beca, I shouldn't let someone like him freak me out, he's only 15 but I don't like how he looks at me" The red-head admitted to the younger girl who simply nodded her head "yeah, it's so fucking annoying how he basically undresses you every time he looks at you" Beca admitted as Ms Beale walked around to stand behind her.
"You know what's way better than him eye fucking me?" The red head said as she reached round to loosen Beca's tie slightly so she could undo her top 2 buttons, making the brunette gulp audibly before releasing a shaky sigh. "you, actually fucking me"
As soon as the words left Ms Beale's lips Beca spun round and smashed her lips into the older woman's, moaning at the feeling before feeling a tongue slip into her mouth and run along her own. Summoning a strength she didn't know she had, Beca lifted the red-head by her thighs and placed her directly on Peter's table and breaking their kiss. "I love when you wear this skirt" The brunette said, skimming her fingers under the hem before reaching higher up the inside of her leg, and re-connecting their lips.
When Beca reached the lining of her teacher's thong she gasped at the heat she found there. "Fuck miss, you're so wet" the brunette said as she began rubbing lightly, over the material, where she knew Ms Beale's clit was, making the older woman's hips jerk at the contact. "What are you going to do about it" she said in a challenging tone as she lowered her head to her students neck and began nipping at the girl's pulse point.
The teenager couldn't handle it anymore and she moved the fabric out of the way, swiftly entering the Red-head with two fingers, quickly settling into a steady rhythm which had the woman panting loudly. Using her thumb to circle the older woman's clit Beca swallowed the moans escaping that same woman with her lips, until she felt the muscles around her fingers begin to tighten.
"Shit Beca... Beca... BECA!" The brunette was startled out of her trance by her best friend calling her name, "come on, the bell went a couple of minutes ago, where were you?" Stacie asked, a smirk playing in her lips as she saw how dark the shorter girl's eyes were. "Oh, nowhere" Beca said as she caught Miss Beale's eye, blushing furiously as she received an odd smile back, almost as if the Red-head knew what she was thinking, before exiting the room.