Kevin's Seduction (timethian & silkcat)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: timethian on 14-06-2007, 10:40:46</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Kevin's Seduction (timethian &amp; silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 10:40:46</strong>
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				Music blasts in his ears as the young man leans back against the tree, the crumpled wind-breaker beneath him the only thing separating the seat of his jeans from the soft earth below.&nbsp; The mix is eclectic, traveling back and forth between the typical teen rock and quasi-metal so often found these days. It's apparently a welcome distraction, however, as he's closed his eyes off from the outside world to enjoy it.<br><br>Beside him is a large bag, currently open, the majority of the contents splayed out of the top. School books, notepads, a binder, all seen. Next two him are another spiral notebook and school-book, the front cover face down, obscuring its subject.<br><br>The setting is a small public park, mostly cultured forestland with just a few too many trees... far too crowded by nature to be used by most people, except perhaps in the small playground nearly a mile to the north, but too obviously 'designed' in the location of its trees and plant life to be natural. It is in a small copse that he is now resting from his studies on this warm, sunny, calm spring day. There's no one in sight... indeed, that's why he comes here in the first place... most folks in the city have either forgotten it, or never known about it.<br><br>Kevin himself is certainly not hard on the eyes... not one of the pretty boys or the jocks, he falls somewhere in between. Rich sienna locks fall in a haphazard cascade over ears, collar, and even into his hazel eyes... nothing exotic, by any means. A trim nose leads to deceptively thin lips, more often pulled taut in thought than by virtue of their actual size. Below is a rounded chin... to thin to be square, to long to be egg-shaped.<br><br>Physically, he has a dancer's build... being neither thin or muscular, but rather athletically wiry. There's obviously little fat to this young man. Overall, he'd normally be one the girls would fawn over, but he has far too many knocks against him, and he knows it.<br><br>Usually, the 'new guy' is a good moniker. For Kevin, however, it was a bane. He was the 'new guy' with obvious athletic ability who wanted nothing to do with actual sports. Instead, right off the bat he joined the dance team, the drama team, and even got a spot on the choir. Falling into the old habits from his old school, he fell in with the kids that no one wanted to be around.<br><br>Sure, he was a virgin. No big deal. The girls he'd dated simply... didn't bring him to want to take that step. So many were so shallow and needy that it disgusted him -- the idea of having sex purely to validate oneself was a turnoff. And the girls here... forget about it. Those who /did/ want anything to do with him were so far removed from the type he wanted... it simply wasn't worth it.<br><br>He opens his eyes for a moment, slipping the shades resting atop his head back down over his eyes, and pulls a paperback novel from the bag. Ender's Shadow -- Orson Scott Card. He's about half-way through, from the looks at it.<br><br>He sighs, trying to get his mind off the thought of women, and grins. Maybe college will be better.<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v508/timethian/etc/matt_greenwood.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin's Seduction (timethian &amp; ???)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 14:57:33</strong>
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				There is a flicker of movement between the trees that catches his eye, sunlight filtering through the leaves and catching on white cloth.&nbsp; Then trees obscure the view for a moment, then it is there again - white tank top, bare arm, maybe red hair?&nbsp; He can't quite tell before the figure is behind greenery again.&nbsp; Whoever it is wasn't walking on one of the few paths through the not-quite-naturally overgrown area like the few people he's seen here before.<br><br>She rounds another cluster of trees, and Kevin can see her better, even from his seated position.&nbsp; It's Ms. Armstrong, a young art teacher, her relatively pale complexion, red hair, and narrow features quite distinctive.&nbsp; She has seemed the eclectic sort, which clearly makes her "weird" to many of the students, at least from the whispers he hears from his classmates.&nbsp; She also assists Mr. Germano, the somewhat overbearing sponsor of the drama team, playing a rather quiet second fiddle and working primarily with other art students to help with set design, or so it seems in the limited amount of time he's had so far at school.<br><br>She doesn't seem to have noticed him, low against the tree as he is, and it's unclear if her meandering would bring her across his copse, though she is heading roughly in his direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin's Seduction (timethian &amp; silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 10:25:03</strong>
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				He actually doesn't 'see' her inasmuch as sense her, perhaps catching a subtle glint of movement out of the corner of his eye when she walks closer. That movement is enough for him to track the movement from behind shaded lenses, and slightly smiles.<br><br>Sure... they might say she's 'weird'... but that's not always a bad thing. Weird just means outside of an accepted norm. Doesn't mean she isn't good looking, if you bother to know when and how to look.<br><br>And has he looked? Most certainly. That red hair was the first draw, of course... a secret weakness that always drew him in. Of course, at school she wore clothes that were a bit more conservative, but even then he could tell there was something to look at. And now, even at this distance, he knows he was right... the white tank top giving him something to consider, even now.<br><br>She's nice to him, too, which is a bonus... one of the few teachers who haven't looked at him crosswise for not getting involved in sports. And so, much against his better judgment, he manages to fake an accidental sneeze, to alert her to his presence nearby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin's Seduction (timethian &amp; silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 19:38:06</strong>
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				Her face jumps from an absent, thoughtful look to surprise, and then to a little smile as she saw Kevin.&nbsp; He'd seen that dreamy look on her face before - sometimes she seemed to drift away a little bit in class when she had everyone working on sketches or other small projects.&nbsp; Then someone would ask a question or call her name, maybe have to repeat themselves a bit louder, and she'd blink and return to her present surroundings again.&nbsp; It was a source of amusement to some of the kids who were taking the Art class as a blow-off class, and already beginning to care less about high school as they started thinking about college.<br><br>She certainly didn't look like she did in class now.&nbsp; Normally her hair was pulled back tight and pinned to the back of her head, though by the end of the day little wavy strands would work their way free over her ears.&nbsp; That was the class Kevin had, right at the end of the day - no wonder many of the students weren't too attentive any more.&nbsp; At school she either wore long skirts or slacks, and tops that concealed her shape, as well as fended off the AC that blew through the room in defiance of the last heat from the summer that persisted into the early school year.<br><br>Her eyes hold that smiling contact with his for a moment, then the sight line is broken for a moment as a group of trees get in the way.&nbsp; And then a moment later she steps through the last of the brush into the little clearing across from him.&nbsp; Her eyes are lowered at first, as she steps a sandaled foot over a root, and then angle up lightly to meet his, that little smile - almost shy - on her face.<br><br>What he'd taken for a stereotypical mass-produced tank top, he can now see looks to be made of linen, and buttons down the front.&nbsp; The top is not fitted, and contrary to current fashion hangs all the way down to her hips rather than baring the belly.&nbsp; It's a bit loose, but not so much as to conceal a slender, firm figure.&nbsp; The bottom hem of the top looks to be hand-embroidered in light green.&nbsp; Alongside the wider straps of the top are the peeking edges of pale blue bra straps out on shoulders that are fairly toned if slender.&nbsp; She wears a skirt of a similar material, falling from her hips to dance lightly about her knees.&nbsp; The skirt looks like it has been batiked by hand in pale greens and blues, giving an almost impressionistic pattern of vines, leaves, and light that grows denser as it approaches the hemline.&nbsp; On her shoulder she carries a sizable brown leather satchel, and slung through the strap of the satchel is what looks to be a light jacket or overshirt in deeper blues.<br><br>"Hey there", she says only just loud enough to be head, "This is one of my favorite places too.&nbsp; Mind if I join you?"&nbsp; Her voice seems fluid, and maybe a bit playful.
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