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What should have been an immensely awkward trip to McDonald's, turned out to be a rather enjoyable experience. Between bites of Big Mac and McChicken, conversation flowed smoothly from the weather, to Belle's favorite books, and even to Mr. Gold's strange uniform.
"You'd better be careful Mr. Gold." Belle warned. "Wouldn't want to get any grease onto your suit."
"I've got plenty more were they came from, dearie." He responded, however his attire was still impeccably clean.
"I still don't understand why though, about the suits I mean." Belle thought out loud. Earning a glance from her teacher, she amended. "Oh don't listen to me, it's none of my business." She took a bite out of her chicken sandwich.
"It's quite alright. I'll satisfy your curiosity, but only because you've had such a rotten day." Mr. Gold smiled at her, and Belle sat up straight at full attention. "Don't get your hopes up dearie, it isn't that great of a story." Still eager, she folded her hands underneath her chin and urged him to continue. "After I was born in Scotland, my parents, of which my father was a very successful banker, moved us here to America where he was even more successful. He was able to put my mother through law school, so it's safe to say that by the time I was a teenager, we were very well off, and they had also expected me to go to Harvard Law."
"You were a lawyer?" Belle asked, flabbergasted. Why anyone would leave the high paying world of law to become a history teacher was well beyond her.
"Aye, for about 10 years until my parents died in a car crash. After that, I didn't see much need to stay in a profession I hated. Although there aren't many career opportunities outside of law that a law degree can get you, so I settled for history teacher. It isn't quite as glamorous, but I'd rather deal with high schoolers than cutthroat defense attorneys any day. But I did keep the suits. I've grown rather fond of them. They make me look dashing, don't you think?" He teased.
Chuckling a bit, she ignored the question out of fear she'd say something improper. "So the only reason you were a lawyer was because your parents wanted it? Even though you hated it?"
"I guess I was too much of a coward to do what I wanted." Mr. Gold knew he should have stopped there, but something kept him talking. "After I quit law, my wife left me and took our son. They moved out to California, and I'm only allowed to see him during the summer. Turns out, being a successful criminal defense attorney doesn't win you many friends in the law world, so the custody battle went undeniably in her favor." Mr. Gold smiled bitterly. "I'm so sorry dearie, I've rambled on far too much."
Belle was at a loss of words. She never expected to find out so much of his past. Finally she snapped herself out of her thoughts. "No it's alright. Like you said everyone has their own set of problems right? Sometimes you just need to vent." Without thinking, she grasped his hand in support.
Mr. Gold was stunned. Here he was, telling his life story, in the middle of bloody McDonald's of all places, to this beautiful girl, who was in turn, holding his hand. Momentarily stuttering, he regretfully removed his hand from hers and grabbed his cane. "Come on Miss. French. It's 5:30. We should probably get back to the parking lot to wait for your father."
Looking a little disappointed, Belle agreed, and picked up their trash, and threw it away. Exiting, Belle heard her phone ring and after picking it up, she saw it was her father calling. Flipping it open, she answered, "Hello papa... no I'm just right across the street. I was hungry... Yes I see you. I'll be over in a minute." Hanging up, she said to her teacher, "Looks like you are now off of ruffian patrol." She joked. "My father is already here, and he's at my car."
Mr. Gold mentally cursed, but outwardly said, "That's good dearie. I will however complete my duties by escorting you back to your car."
"Well that is certainly kind of you." She fake curtsied, and in a few moments, they were back at her car. "Hi papa. This is Mr. Gold, my history teacher." She introduced the man who was receiving some odd looks from Mr. French. "He was on his way out when he saw my car trouble, and he offered to keep me company while I waited for you."
"That was... nice of you." Mr. French still eyed the limping history teacher. However for the time being he brushed it off in favor of fixing his daughters car. Putting his head back under the hood, he was able to tune out the way Belle talked to and looked at Mr. Gold.
"Thanks again Mr. Gold." Belle smiled up at him. "I'll see you Monday morning."
"Aye." He had to stop himself from saying dearie. He didn't need things to look even worse. "Have a good weekend Miss. French. Good meeting you Mr. French." He received a wave from under the hood in response. Limping over to his Caddy, he half climbed, half fell in, and drove off.
After about 30 minutes of reconnecting this and that, Maurice finally had his daughters car working again, just as night was beginning to fall. Turning to his daughter, he wiped his hands on an old towel, hardly removing the grease. "So this... Mr. Gold... he's your teacher?" He leaned on the hood of her car.
"Yeah." Belle said, nonchalantly. "He's my first period American History teacher."
"Do you think it was appropriate for him to stay with you?" her father asked cautiously.
"It was ok. He was just helping out. I didn't much fancy having to stay out here by myself anyway."
"And he bought you dinner?"
"No, I paid for it myself." Belle said, a little defensively. "Like I said, he was just keeping me company. Nothing bad was happening here." She crossed her arms over her chest, slightly aggravated at what her father was implying. Ever since her mother had died of breast cancer, her father had been over protective of his only child. He didn't want to lose her as well. She knew he meant well, but she did still need her own space.
"Alright Belle. I just don't want you hurt is all. I've heard of teachers abusing their positions and taking advantage of their students for sexual..."
"DAD! Too much info!" Belle exclaimed. Never, and she mean never, did she ever want to talk about sex with her father, despite who it was with, and who it was between.
"Oh sorry, sorry." Maurice grew a little red, realizing what he was about to talk to his daughter about. When Belle was thirteen and about to go to her first boy/girl party, she had her father's nerves doing cartwheels. Their 'birds and the bees' talk, if you could even call it a talk, had Maurice sweating at the palms and the conversation lasted about a minute and a half before he was rambling on about 'if you touch it, your hand will fall off!' Belle relied on Google after that.
"Let's just talk about something else, ok?" Belle suggested, and saw her father relax considerably. "How did you get off work so early?"
"Oh, Leory must have met someone new because he was in a good mood all day today. So he let me leave the flower shop early. Kept mumbling about how 'Astrid would want me too.' and the like. Honestly, I didn't question it just in case he snapped out of it." Her father got off the hood of her car, and walked over to his own truck. "Anyway, your car should be alright for the time being. I've patched up the engine for right now."
Belle walked over to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh thank you papa. And someday, I'll be able to get my own car that doesn't break down every five minutes, and you won't have to drive out here to fix it every day."
"After you finish high school. Then you can do whatever you want, although you know I do want you to go to college." Maurice said. He himself never finished high school. He had gotten Belle's mother pregnant halfway through their junior year. So he dropped out to get a job, while she stayed in high school to get her degree. They had married right after she had graduated, with an almost 1 year old Belle on her hip at the altar. From what Belle could remember of her childhood, they never had much, but they were very happy as a family. Even though her mother was gone now, she still loved her father very much, and was able to overlook his over protectiveness on most occasions.
"I know I know papa." Belle smiled at her father. Getting into her own car, she started it up, and did a mental scream of joy. Pulling up next to his truck, she rolled down the window and yelled "I'll race you home!" much to her father's horror.
Mr. Gold sat at his desk after a highly uneventful Monday. Yet he couldn't seem to still himself. 'Belle is coming.' He thought to himself. Today was their first day of their agreement, and Mr. Gold could feel his stomach fill with butterflies. He looked at the manila envelope full of worksheets on his desk with her name on it. He ruffled the papers inside around, just so that he would have something to do with his fidgeting hands. Hearing the door open, he knew instinctively it was her entering, yet he kept his head down.
Click. Click. Click. The unmistakable sound of high heeled shoes.
'That's funny. I don't remember her wearing heels today.' he pondered to himself.
"Mr. Gold?" He heard her say in that cute Australian accent.
"Yes dearie?" He lifted his head, and he almost fell out of his chair. It was Belle alright. Except that was not what she was wearing this morning. Her attire now included a white ruffled blouse, with half of the buttons not snapped together, revealing a strapless white laced bra. Her auburn curls fell around her face beautifully, and settled softly on her shoulders. She was also sporting a very short pleated skirt, and he was sure if she bent over, he would see every bit of her. He looked further down her milky legs and saw the source of the clicking. Five inch high black heels.
'Holy. Fucking. God.' He thought. His mouth dropped open, unable to say anything to his student.
"I'm here for my extra credit work." Belle said coyly. And walked over to where he was sitting. She jumped onto the edge of his desk, and crossed her legs. "What would you like me to do?"
It took Mr. Gold a minute to remember how to form words again, but when he did, he managed to get out, "Miss. French... I'm not sure you are still in dress code." He looked her up and down again, somehow managing to keep his hands firmly in his lap.
"It's after school hours. I didn't think you'd mind." Belle pouted her lip a little. "Do you not like it?"
"Oh no dearie, it's not that I don't like it... But this isn't exactly appropriate." He responded.
"You know what you are right." She hopped up off his desk, taking some tape, and a few pieces of paper with her. Making sure his eyes were still on her, she swayed her ass all the way to the door, and locked it. Putting the paper over the small window, she taped the viewing hole shut, so that wandering eyes wouldn't be able to see what was going on inside. "There. Now it's more than appropriate." She smiled wickedly, before sashaying back over to his desk, and hopped back on top of it. "You never answered my question."
Mr. Gold's mouth was completely dry. "And um, what kind of question was that dearie?"
Scooting over on the desk, she sat directly in front of her teacher, keeping her legs dangerously apart. Not far enough to reveal anything, but the temptation was definitely there. She picked up his hands from his lap, and she placed them on her hips. "What would you like me to do?" She repeated, her voice low and seductive.
Throwing all caution to the wind, Mr. Gold pulled her into his lap, so that both of her legs fell to either side of him, hiking her skirt way up her thighs. With it bunched around her waist, her pink thong was now plainly visible, as was his growing erection. She captured his lips with her own, and threaded her hands through his graying hair. His tongue easily slipped into her mouth were he explored every inch. She scooted further into his lap, brushing against his cock through his suit pants. He felt her hands move from his hair, and to the buttons of his shirt. He mentally thanked the fact he took his jacket off earlier in the mid afternoon heat. Not even bothering to undo them, she ripped the front open, buttons flying every which way.
Shouldering out of his shirt, he also removed his wife beater and resumed kissing the beauty in his lap. Her hands ran all over his chest, and she started grinding her hips down onto him, moaning into his mouth. Breaking again for air, Mr. Gold took this time to work on her own clothing. He moved his lips to the hollow of her neck, and slowly started kissing the available skin before he made it to the first button underneath her breasts. Using his teeth, he popped the button and Belle shuddered at the sight. Continuing his pattern of kissing and button popping, he finally had her shirt undone and also off her shoulders, before he undid the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts gracefully fell from their containment, and his lips found her right nipple. He swirled his tongue around, and gently bit down on it. Belle threw her head back, and resumed grinding into him at a steady pace. Moving to the other nipple, he gave it the same treatment, as he felt her hands working on his belt. Getting it undone, she also undid the button and zipper. Amazingly enough, Mr. Gold was able to stand with her wrapping her legs around his waist, and arms around his neck, without any protest from his own knee. Feeling her heeled shoes dig into his back, he kicked off his shoes and socks, and removed his own pants, before setting back down in his chair.
His erection was finally free, and rock hard and Belle felt it rubbing up against her thong. His mouth found hers again, and he moved a skillful hand down to her panties. Rubbing his thumb against them, he discovered she was already soaking wet for him. Finding her clit through the fabric, he rubbed against it harder, feeling her legs tremble against him. Belle pulled away from the kiss and let out a loud moan that went straight to his cock. Attacking her neck with kisses and bites, he continued to rub her, and maneuvered a finger into her panties and it slowly penetrated her wet heat. Swirling his finger, he added another digit, and slowly started to finger her. Rocking her hips, she met every one of his hands thrusts, and they kept adding speed until she was vaulting her hips up and down on his lap,trying to find release. His cock twitched with every movement of her delicious hips, and how he wanted to be inside her.
"Mr. Gold... I'm..." she panted, feeling her legs quake.
Leaning into her ear, he whispered huskily, "Come for me Belle..." He felt her unravel, and her juice all over his hand. Removing it, he brought it to his mouth, and his tongue darted out and he licked up every bit. When he was finished with his hand, he picked her up by the hips, still in the skirt, and set her onto his desk, legs spread wide. Without warning, he took a pair of scissors and cut off her thong, and quickly buried his mouth between her legs, lapping up every bit of her. Leaning back heavily on her hands, Belle groaned in pleasure, loosing herself in his ministrations. He darted his tongue in and out of her, never tiring of her sweetness. She was once again fast on the edge, but, much to her disappointment, he removed his tongue. Smirking at her, he stood up, his cock already painfully close to release. He looked at her, silently asking her permission, which she gladly gave by spreading her legs even further. Pressing his tip at her entrance, he slowly buried himself into her. He didn't have to wait long for her to adjust to his size, before she started rocking her hips. Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed back into her. Pulling her legs up, she wrapped them again around his waist, adding a whole new angle to his penetration.
"Fuck, Mr. Gold. Harder. Please." Belle urged him on, writhing underneath him,
"Anything for you dearie." He picked up the pace, and rammed into her G spot over and over again. He felt her legs once again tremble around him, and he knew she was close, as was he. Picking her up off his desk, he sat them back down into his chair, and Belle took the hint. Bouncing up and down onto his cock, she didn't last long in the new position. She came again all over his cock, as he released himself deep into her.
Mr. Gold awoke in a cold sweat in the early hours of Saturday morning with an aching erection. Realizing what he just dreamt about, he placed his head in his hands, admitting defeat. "Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?" Sighing, he recalled his dream as he took care of his own needs. 'Thats the last time I watch "The Nanny" before I go to bed." he thought bitterly to himself.
TEH_AUTHORS NOTE
bahahaha Mr. Gold! What dirty old man you are! And I hope someone other than me has watched The Nanny. Funny show, funny show.