Day 634 at Hollywood Arts High, and I still sometimes feel like I have no fucking clue what's going on here. My parents transferred me right before freshman year from Northridge (due to the crime rates) but I think I might have preferred having my wallet stolen daily to this strange hell. My name is Penny, but I couldn't tell you 95% of the other student's names- when I tried to introduce myself my first year, I was met with shrugs or polite smiles from my glassy-eyed fellow students. Eventually, I gave up trying to make friends and decided to focus on my studies- a difficult task, considering the oddball selection of courses available. But it's senior year now, and I feel that I've found my niche. By focusing on courses involving acting, I was able to read and analyze hundreds of scripts while never having to step on stage, or even speak in class. I drove myself out to take both the ACT and SAT- when I asked Mr. Lane about whether our school would be offering them, he just stared at me with that dumb expression on his face and asked who I was. In the fall, I'll be majoring in English at one of the several schools I applied to this year- all in cities with fewer than three movie productions in the last ten years. I checked. I was ready to start a life far away from Hollywood - but I still had to get through one last semester.
Ding-DING, Ding-DING! The bell rang melodically for the start of class and I glanced down at my schedule. Mr. Sikowitz, study hall, lunch, study hall, Unnamed Female Teacher #2, another study hall, and done. I wish I could say I'd scheduled my senior year easy, but this was just kind of how classes worked here at HA. Since I wasn't particularly interested in "R&B Vocals" or "History of the Pop Diva", it was study halls for me this semester. I grabbed my books out of my gray metal locker and headed to Sikowitz's room. Hopefully, we would have a full period today and not just five minutes before being dismissed so he could talk to Tori or Jade. I slid into my seat at the back and pulled out a notebook while Sikowitz began telling the class about the first play we would be performing- something by an up-and-coming local playwright. Copies of the script were passed around and I opened it up and began skimming it while Sikowitz continued to talk over-excited chattering about auditioning and parts. The play was called "Steamboat Sally", and even from a first look, I could tell that this was another nonsensical pile of garbage. I spent the next 50 minutes of class reading through the script more closely, annotating for inconsistencies and errors. Because class consisted of a few acting exercises and Tori, Jade, Beck, and Cat's personal drama, I usually had plenty of time to read. Before I knew it, the bell was ringing and everyone filed out of the room. I hung back, waiting for a chance to talk to Sikowitz about the play. Usually, I didn't bother, but I figured I had nothing to lose.
"Um, Mr. Sikowitz?" I asked, walking up to the stage at the front of the room.
"Who are you?"
"Penny. I've taken twelve classes with you."
"Huh. What do you want?"
"I was just wondering... Nevermind. It's dumb." I turned to walk away, but Sikowitz grabbed my arm.
"No, sorry, what is it? I'm not used to people, you know, talking to me."
"Yeah, I get it," I said. "I guess I just wanted to ask about this play we're doing. It kinda… Sucks."
"What? How?"
"I don't want to be mean, but, all of it? I mean it just doesn't make any sense. And thematically I'm just confused. I guess it's supposed to be making a feminist point but-" The bell cut me off and Sikowitz jumped.
"Tell you what, why don't we continue this at my house tonight? Here, I'll write down my address…" Sikowitz grabbed a scrap of paper and began writing.
"Isn't that a little, I don't know, wildly inappropriate?" Sikowitz looked at me with a weird expression.
"No. I have students over all the time."
"Oh."
"And aren't you all, like, 24?"
"18."
"Good enough. And even if you weren't, it's not like you've never signed an NDA before!" He chuckled, taking a slurp from his coconut.
"Uhh, sure."
"So I'll see you after school?"
"Actually, I have to hit the gym first. 7:30?"
"Can't you skip it?"
"No. If I can't keep my BMI within range I won't graduate."
"Strange."
"Tell me about it," I said, when the bell rang, signaling the start of second period. Damn. Late to study hall. I grabbed the piece of paper from Sikowitz's hand and ran out the door.
"See you tonight, Poppy!" I heard him say.
"PENNY!" I yelled back over my shoulder on my way down the hall.
That night, a little after 7:30, I pulled up to Sikowitz's house. I'd tried my best to freshen up after a grueling hour in the gym, but I hadn't gotten past a shower and a little mascara before realizing I was going to be seriously late. I took a deep breath and got out of my car. This wasn't weird at all. Totally normal Monday evening, hanging out with my teacher. I grabbed my backpack and a few extra books I had brought and walked up to the door. I shifted my books in my arms and reached for the bell, but the door swung open before I could ring it. Sikowitz stood there in a bathrobe and shorts, sipping from a coconut.
"Uh, hi," I said.
"Well, come in, come in!" he ushered, pulling me inside and closing the door behind us. "Coconut?" he asked, gesturing to a pile of the hairy fruits on his kitchen table next to a power drill.
"Uh. No thanks," I answered, standing awkwardly in the doorway, holding my backpack. Sikowitz walked over to an over-decorated living room and gestured for me to follow. I stepped out of my shoes and did, sitting down on a garish red and orange couch.
"So, Sikowitz-" I began, but he cut me off.
"Erwin. Sikowitz is too formal."
"It really, really, isn't," I said. "Erwin" just laughed.
"So you wanted to talk about our new play?" He asked, plopping down on a chair next to the couch.
"Uh, yeah. I guess we've just had a lot of these plays that are, uh, not exactly masterpieces, and this one is especially, you know, awful." I pulled out my copy of Steamboat Sally and started paging through, looking at my annotations.
"Like, here. There's only one song in the entire thing, right at the end? And I mean maybe that's some kind of artistic choice, but I just don't get it. And it's clearly a historical piece, so maybe that explains the lack of nuance in the feminist critique, but the characterization of the original boat captain is just-"
"Woah, woah, hold your horses!" Sikowitz interrupted me. "You've done a lot of thinking about this."
"Yeah, well, I have a lot of free time," I responded dryly.
"I'm not used to students… thinking," he said. I looked back at my book and coughed awkwardly. We sat in silence for a moment before I realized Sikowitz was staring at me.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Sorry," he began, setting his coconut down and standing up. He took a few steps and sat down next to me on the couch. "I just realized your hair is wet?" He reached out and touched a piece of my hair gently.
"Uh. Yeah. I showered at the gym. Sorry?"
"You think… have opinions… your hair isn't blown out… strange," he mused to himself.
"Sikowitz?"
"Erwin," he corrected.
"Erwin. Are you, uh, okay?" I lightly grabbed his hand from where it was still playing with my hair and placed it back in his lap.
"Sorry, Peppa-"
"Penny."
"I haven't met someone like you in a very long time." He scooted closer to me and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Sikowitz was strange, but I had to admit there was something almost magnetic about him now that we were so close.
"Someone like me?" I asked quietly, looking up at him.
"Someone so intriguing, so… round."
"Excuse me?" I sat up, offended. He grabbed my waist and pulled my back toward him.
"No, no I meant, like, in character. Three dimensional. Not… flat," He glanced down. "No, not flat." He cleared his throat.
"Oh. Uhm, thanks," I said, almost under my breath. My head was spinning. This was so wrong, but it felt so right. I inched my face closer to his. "Erwin?"
"Yes?" he asked, his breathing growing heavier.
"Can I- do you want to-"
"Yes. God yes." In one smooth motion, he pulled my body on top of his so that I was straddling his lap and pulled me in roughly for a kiss. Electricity passed between us and I let out a moan as our lips met, and I felt his hands exploring my body as his tongue invited me into a deeper kiss. I pulled back a little, eyes wide.
"We-we shouldn't," I began.
"I don't care," he said, bald patch shining with excitement. "Take this off. I want to see you." He fingered the hem of my shirt, and without even thinking, I pulled it off over my head and tossed it aside. Sikowitz sighed, then wrapped his arms around my waist.
"You're so beautiful," he said and began trailing kisses across my collarbones and down toward my breasts. I could only moan in reply. I reached out and grabbed onto his bathrobe, throwing my head back so his tongue could trace its way across my throat. I ground myself into his lap, where I could feel his long cock growing hard under his Hawaiian shorts.
"Oh, Erwin" I murmured. He grabbed my hair roughly and pulled my lips back to his. We kissed passionately, and I could feel my panties growing damp under my skinny jeans. "I..want more," I panted, and he instantly understood what I meant. He turned me around and pushed me down so my back was on the couch. He pulled off his bathrobe, revealing a surprisingly toned body. Then he reached down and unbuttoned my pants, beginning to pull them down but pausing.
"Penny, are you sure? I don't want to-" I leaned up and pulled him into a long kiss by way of answer.
"Fuck me, Erwin," I demanded, laying back on the couch. He pulled my pants completely off but left my panties on, looking at the growing wet spot. He moaned and reached down to stroke himself. I could see the outline of his dick through his shorts- it had to be at least eight inches. I felt my mouth go dry. I wasn't a virgin by any means, but Sikowitz was a man. He saw me staring.
"You like it?" He teased. I nodded mutely, unable to formulate a snarky content. "Take those off," he added, nodding at my bra and panties. I rushed to comply while he pulled his own pants off and I gasped when his cock sprung free. I felt my pussy clench in anticipation and my nipples hardened. He laid his body across mine and I felt the tip at my entrance. I grabbed onto what was left of his hair.
"Erwin, please," I begged breathlessly. "I need you." He pushed farther inside me, his long member filling me up completely.
"You feel so good," he said, his face against my neck. He bit at my skin and I gasped as he began to thrust in and out. I wrapped my legs around, pulling him deeper. The new angle had his body rubbing against my clit with every thrust, and I clutched at him, moaning. He sped up and I clawed at his back, eliciting grunts from the theatre teacher.
"I'm- I'm gonna-" I began to say, but before I could, I felt my cunt begin to pulse around Sikowitz's cock and I screamed out my orgasm, pulling him close. When I was done, I laid back, panting, and saw Erwin staring at me.
"Either you just came, or you're a better actress than I thought," he remarked. I just groaned in reply and pulled a throw pillow over my face. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet. Roll over," he commanded. I did, and he yanked me up so I was on my hands and knees. He slowly worked his cock back in me and began fucking me again. One of his hands went to my hair and wrapped in it, pulling my head back. The other went under me, playing with my nipples before working down and finding my clit. He rubbed it until I started moaning again, and began speeding up his thrusts. His breathing started to lose its rhythm as he slammed into me, and I felt myself getting close to another orgasm. The hand in my hair tugged sharply, and I cried out in pain and pleasure.
"I'm-" I started.
"Cum for me, Penny. Cum with me." Sikowitz gasped, and I felt myself tighten around his cock as I began to cum. At the same time, I heard Sikowitz moan loudly, and felt his cock pulse as hot jizz filled my pussy. He pulled out of me, then pulled me back over so I was sitting in his lap.
"That was amazing," I sighed contentedly.
"A-plus," he joked. I reached over and slapped his arm weakly. He leaned back on the couch and I rested my head on his chest, reaching up to play with a strand of his meager hair. This was the start of an interesting semester.