Beautiful

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A student dreams of what could be, but she soon discovers she doesn't want this dream to come true.

Submitted: September 03, 2016

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Creative World Paper: “Beautiful”

This world I am describing is full of physically attractive people; no one is just “average” and certainly no one is “homely” or “plain” in appearance. There is a college in this fictional world called Belleview University where even the teachers are young; the male instructors are virile and are the epitome of every girl’s fantasy as suited to their particular taste.  Strangely enough, they are all around 25 years old, not even 30 yet. They know how to seduce a woman, and consistently being around hot, pretty little things is indeed quite tempting, but obviously, it’s unpopular for male teachers (as visually breathtaking as they are) to have an affair with female students if it isn’t pertaining to schoolwork. And the female teachers, of course, are a male students’ dream: sex-crazed hormonal idiots lust after their female instructors and even pal around with their buddies and play this game “who’s hotter” and whoever is deemed “the hottest” wins the honor of being pursued by one of the imbeciles.  The female teachers are around 25 years old, just like their male counterparts; when it comes to dealing with those little boys who try to chase after them incessantly, they know just how to use their feminine wiles to ward off their young pursuers. The students themselves are quite attractive as well. Because youth and good looks are on their side, the world is at their feet: Both male and female students are perpetually flirting with each other in the hallways of the university and in this world, a lot of them are simply given the opportunity to model, act or sing, all they have to do is narrow down which particular field in the entertainment industry they’d like the best. It’s almost sickening to watch. Every student is in their early 20s, as well, which it makes it very interesting when students attempt to flirt with their instructors; in this parallel universe, you’re never bored to go to school J.  Even the parents are not totally disgusting or wrinkly. As the parents of these handsome guys and beautiful girls, you can easily see where their offspring obtained their good looks. But out of all of the stunning faces in this parallel universe, there is one girl who is not as visually captivating as everyone else; she is what you would consider a “plain-Jane.” Although Evaly Connor (or “Eve” for short) isn’t particularly striking when it comes to the visual aesthetic, she is quite intelligent for her age. At only 20 years old, she has the wisdom and knowledge of someone more mature and refined who has lived a long life and has had a plethora of experiences. She is quite confident, but that high self-esteem never bleeds over into arrogance because she knows that she lacks that certain “jen ai se quoi” that all of the people around her possess. Although she is very wise beyond her years and has a pretty healthy self-esteem, she conceals both of these very enthralling qualities by acting way out-of-character because she feels that she will unintentionally become a threat to all of her friends since they are comfortable with whom they know her to be at the moment. To be more specific, she tends to beat herself up about everything (what she is good at, her average appearance, even her writing) by trying to downplay a lot of her strengths through jokes amongst friends.  She even feels ashamed because of her wisdom and doubts her vast intelligence on many occasions because, in her eyes, she feels that it is unnecessary to have in this vain society in which she must coexist with others. For that reason, she whole-heartedly believes she cannot openly live as her authentic self in full display of the people around her for fear of being shunned and even ridiculed for possessing such beautiful and admirable attributes. Evaly is an African American young lady who has a charming pearly-white smile and is kind of short for her age (about 4’ 11’’). She has short black hair that she occasionally styles into a bob when she wants to look edgy and has dark brown eyes. She isn’t funny per se, but in good humor, she’ll jokingly tells her friends at school that she’s fat and sometimes even “obese” compared to them. Overall, she’s a sweet girl, but is plagued by those disgustingly pitiful, shallow, and pointless insecurities. At Belleview University, Evaly is a sophomore and she is smitten with a certain instructor for her psychology class. His name would be Mr. Asher; as expected, he is damn good eye-candy for all of the giddy little schoolgirls that attend his 8am lectures. He is of Latino descent, but that’s probably the main reason all of the girls swoon over him: he’s quite different from all of the other hunky instructors. He’s about 23 years old, 6’ 2’’ and has piercing emerald-green eyes and jet black hair; his physique is nothing less than a chiseled masterpiece. Haha, and for a guy, he’s got a really nice ass…but let’s digress. On this particular day, he is wearing a simple cotton t-shirt and jeans. For some strange reason, every girl, including Evaly, stared wide-eyed and gawked at the Psych teacher in amazement. He is so incredibly handsome that he makes normal clothes look irresistibly sexy; enough said. She hated the subject that was being taught in that classroom, but staring off into space and daydreaming about a certain instructor coming onto her in the most subtle of ways provided a much needed distraction from the ennui that was occurring. At the end of the class period, everyone got up and left as soon as the bell rang to dismiss the students to go home. Poor Evaly had fallen asleep throughout the entire lecture and hadn’t taken any notes before she decided to nod off, and none of her classmates had even bothered to wake her up to tell her that she couldn’t spend her entire evening sleeping at a school desk….the jerks. When she awoke, she was a bit disoriented from having such a good rest that she had almost forgotten that she was still at school. Suddenly, though, she jerked herself out of that drowsy state she was in and she began to gather her stuff that she had placed on the floor in a frenzied hurry, not realizing that Mr. Asher was even in the room. She crouched down to pick up one of her notebooks that somehow grew legs and made its way to the front of her teachers’ desk. Mr. Asher spoke, “Why the hell do you keep sleeping in my class, Ms. Connor?” He was sitting in a chair in the back corner of the classroom grading papers from the pop quiz he had given during Evaly’s nap session. She was startled by his voice which sounded so serious, even angry. “I’m sorry, Mr. Asher. I’ll try and get enough sleep at my house.” She blurted out. She wanted to just get out of there and hide under a rock somewhere out of sheer embarrassment. As she headed toward the door to take her leave, Asher placed the assignments of the day on a nearby desk and rushed to place his hand on the door, pushing it closed in order to prevent Evaly from opening it and inevitably leaving his presence. Evaly looked up to notice that strange development, but then kept her gaze straight ahead on the door just in case she could seize the opportunity to slink her way out of the classroom and eventually out of the school. “Mr. Asher, I have to go home; my mother’s going to kill me for being late walking home.” The visibly irritated instructor said nothing to his lazy, careless, and irresponsible pupil; instead, he turned her around so that he could see her face. Her eyes were red a few bags were visible. Evaly was freaking out; what she views as this “amazing fantasy” was becoming a reality; she thought to herself, “Damn it, this isn’t nearly as fun or exciting as I thought it’d be. If I wasn’t still sleepy, I’d enjoy this so much more. Bummer.” Evaly told the instructor, “I have to get home Mr. A.; my mother’s probably worried sick.” Mr. Asher responded, “You aren’t going anywhere until I teach you a lesson, Connor.” He suddenly took Evaly’s hands and put them up over her head as he bent down and his lips quickly locked onto hers as he backed her up against the classroom wall. Asher picked up the tiny woman that was in his possession and used the wall as support.  Deep, slow and passionate was the psychology teachers’ open-mouth kiss upon his still-drowsy pupil. “Oh my god! I’m wide awake now!” thought Evaly, shocked that her crush actually planted one on her. For a split second, the psychology teacher pulled away to get a glimpse of Evaly’s reaction: strangely, she looked sad, as if she didn’t want this amazing experience between them to stop. He caressed her cheek and started again, with much more fervor. Soft moans escaped Evaly’s mouth walking home.” The visibly irritated instructor said nothing to his lazy, careless, and irresponsible pupil; instead, he turned her around so that he could see her face. Her eyes were red a few bags were visible. Evaly was freaking out; what she views as this “amazing fantasy” was becoming a reality; she thought to herself, “Damn it, this isn’t nearly as fun or exciting as I thought it’d be. If I wasn’t still sleepy, I’d enjoy this so much more. Bummer.” Evaly told the instructor, “I have to get home Mr. A.; my mother’s probably worried sick.” Mr. Asher responded, “You aren’t going anywhere until I teach you a lesson, Connor.” He suddenly took Evaly’s hands and put them up over her head as he bent down and his lips quickly locked onto hers as he backed her up against the classroom wall. Asher picked up the tiny woman that was in his possession and used the wall as support.  Deep, slow and passionate was the psychology teachers’ open-mouth kiss upon his still-drowsy pupil. with affection for whatever strangely pleasant reason. She certainly wasn’t questioning things...yet.“I love your student body,” he breathed heavily. He moved from propping Evaly up against the wall to sitting her on his desk, which was cleaner than most instructors’. He did a lot of his grading at home. The only thing he’d have on it are that day’s lesson plans. He wrapped his strong arms around Evaly’s small frame and hugged her close to his body as he continued his barrage of kisses. Evaly didn’t know what to think. She was flattered to know that her crush found her attractive.  She was enjoying this affection even if it was going to be short lived. I mean, to feel wanted by your crush is quite an amazing feeling.  But she did begin to worry that she was nothing but an easy target. She kept those thoughts to herself. Mr. Asher told Evaly to lay her back down against the desk, but she was hesitant. Mr. Asher assured his student that he wouldn’t hurt her. Evaly did as she was told. Mr. Asher stood over her, gazing at her from head to toe marveling at the contours of this woman’s body. Evaly was still nervous. She felt quite awkward about having someone (her handsome crush, no less) gawking at her and it must have shown on her face because Asher told her, “you’re absolutely beautiful, Ms. Connor. I don’t want you to be afraid.” He proceeded to kiss her lips again and explore her body, rubbing her legs, squeezing her ass and making his way up her lower back. Evaly’s breath hitched. Asher’s strong hands were freezing but she wasn’t going to let him know that. Asher lifted his shirt off, revealing his incredible physique. His abs were to die for and Evaly couldn’t help but stare with her mouth agape. Evaly held onto the bottom of her shirt to make sure he wouldn’t take it upon himself to do the honors of peeling it off of her. As he tried to coax her into letting him remove it he kept telling her that she shouldn’t be ashamed of her body and that any guy would be lucky to set eyes upon it and that he was grateful that he could see such a vulnerable side of her. Evaly relented and let Asher strip her of her shirt. He kissed Evaly passionately again; first, her lips, then her neck and then her chest. He began to remove her bra but was halted. “Mr. Asher, can you not see that I am more than just someone who is nothing but a mere sexual conquest?” The instructor looked at his student and was speechless. He told Evaly, “Please don’t make me into some sort of monster. I admire you a lot; I manifest my love for someone in a sexual way, but you’re not just an object to me.” Evaly didn’t believe that. “You probably don’t think I’m telling the truth,” Asher said, “but I remember the time you stayed behind on your lunch period because you wanted to finish the class work I had given you. Were you not flirting with me then?” Evaly remembered that day all too well. After she got done with whatever assignment was given to her, she tried to awkwardly attempt small talk and kept batting her eyes at the Psych teacher. “Consider this my response to your previous actions.” He unclasped the student’s bra and began to cup her breasts in his hands firmly. He proceeded to toy with her nipples and gently nibble them so she could feel just the tiniest amount of pain.  “You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he smiled. Evaly closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feeling of being in such a vulnerable state with someone she admires. She felt her pants being pulled off of her. “Gasp! This can’t be happening!” she thought. Mr. Asher kissed Evaly’s legs slowly, teasingly. The young woman was shivering with anticipation at the thought of what was coming next. The Psych instructor began kissing her there and decided to pick up speed. … Evaly was shaking at this man’s touch; she gasped and moaned at the gradual change of pace. Asher was enjoying this. He loved knowing he was the one who could teach his student what pleasure feels like. He kept going and going until his student was writhing with pleasure and just when Ms. Connor was about to reach her climax, he would slow down….He loved being able to torture the poor girl like this…for him, It was totally worth it. “Please…” The student entreated, “Please let me…” He wanted her to say it. He wanted her to tell him that she wanted him to let her reach her peak…”…let me go home,” stated Evaly. To Asher’s dismay, he didn’t get to hear what he wanted. Inwardly he knew he shouldn’t have dragged this little charade on for this long. He decided to finish these interesting lessons with his pupil. “Gasp! Oh!” Evaly could barely catch her breath at the feeling she was receiving from Asher. Moaning and gasping could be heard from her; thankfully no one was in the hallway to hear her moans of absolute pleasure when she finally achieved her climax. Evaly had finally finished with her lesson with her instructor but it didn’t end without her embracing him tightly wanting to rest her head on his shoulder; she was quite tuckered out and learned a lot from this type of homework. She just wanted to go to sleep. Asher told her she needed to go home soon if she didn’t want her mom to freak out for staying behind at the school at such a late hour. “I want to do more to you, so that will be our next lesson,” he told Evaly as she headed out the door. She turned around and looked at him…”Is that really what you mean to say?” she asked in surprise. Asher looked at her and replied, “I don’t mince words, Ms. Connor.” With that, the student raced to her humble abode mulling over what a titillating day at school she had. She couldn’t get the thought of her instructors’ touch out of her mind…he certainly left a mark on the sophomore, not just physically either. She hugged her chest as she sighed deeply, reminiscing over what had just taken place…”God, that’s going to be something I won’t forget.” Evaly walked home that evening to find that no one was there except her adopted Caucasian sister, Lyn. Lyn is 30, with blond hair and blue eyes who decided that she would become a model even though all of the odds were stacked against her; she blew through every college scholarship she ever earned to try and get off the ground to become a “celebrity” but she ended up having to move back in with her family.  Evaly told Lyn everything that happened at school that evening and why she was late coming home. “WHAT?!” was Lyn’s reaction. “This is so exciting, wow! This makes for a good soap opera!” “Yeah, but Lyn,” said Evaly, “I’m not pretty like you or anyone else at my school. I think the only reason that teacher wanted to plow me was because he thought he couldL.”  Lyn, who isn’t really wrapped too tight to begin with, from everything mentioned about her before, she told her little sister, “if you have something you want, you go for it and don’t let anyone stop you, even if you have to tell a few little white lies; they won’t hurt anyone. That’s how you’ll be successful.” Evaly went to bed that night knowing what took place in that classroom was wrong, and her strange fantasy wasn’t all that exciting, but needless to say, she was most definitely affected by that experience. When she went to school the next day, she sat in her same seat she usually did. All of the girls were chattering away about how they were hoping to see that Latino teacher….Evaly scoffed when she overheard the chatter. …”Tsk—been there, done that.” When Mr. Asher walked in the room, the students hushed as he began to pass out the paper which held the quiz that the class was preparing for when Evaly was in dreamland. She managed to get the notes from one of her friends, so she was prepared to ace that quiz. When the psychology teacher got to Evaly’s desk to hand her the quiz, Evaly noticed in small blue letters a little note that read: “I enjoyed your student body, but I’ll need to study with you more so that you will work your academic behind into tip-top shape. It could turn into one of your biggest assets in order to pass my class. Also, no more napping.” Evaly ignored the little note that was written to her. She finished the quiz and she knew she got an A because she had studied. She heads to the rest of her classes for the day until she finally goes home. “Well, today was pretty boring,” she mutters to herself. She went into her sister’s room and placed all of her school stuff on Lyn’s floor and said, “Lyn, put some makeup on me tomorrow, I just want to see what everyone is going to say.” The next day, Lyn had a field-day with Evaly as her human canvas; powder was being applied, eyeliner, lipstick, the works. When Evaly went to school that day, she turned heads: she was a total knock-out. Not only did Lyn give her little sister a facial makeover, she gave her a very nice outfit to wear, as well, a business-look: Evaly had on a very snazzy black knee-length pencil skirt with a blue ruffled blouse and her short hair was curled into a bob with blunt bangs for an edgy, yet sophisticated appearance. “Wow, that can’t be you, Evaly!” called one of the popular boys. Even all of the girls that never really paid any attention to her complimented Evaly on the face she had on saying “Evaly, I love your makeup!” or “I adore your top.” Evaly was thoroughly enjoying this; with every compliment she received, she graciously said thank you. She never knew what it was like to be complimented like that before. People would usually say hi to her, but that was about it. She decided she was going to milk this for all it was worth…when she entered her psychology class, all of the students that didn’t see Evaly make her grand entrance looked shocked with eyebrows raised. For once, Evaly Connor looked incredible. “Wow,” Evaly thought to herself, “I should do this more often.” When Mr. Asher walked into the room and stood in front of all his pupils to give them the results of their quiz they had taken the day before, he said, “So apparently, everyone has been pretty excited about something. I just thought it would be the quiz results; passing this class is a must. But alas, all you guys have different priorities.” He passed the quizzes out to the students, but he stopped at Evaly’s desk to say that she needed to step outside. While all of the other students began to look at their results for the quiz, Mr. Asher stood with Evaly outside the classroom door. “Evaly, for what reason did you decide to get all…dolled up?” he asked, eye-ing her up and down curiously. “I just want to feel pretty today, that’s all; there’s no special occasion or anything,” responded Evaly. There was a huge smile on the psychology teacher’s face. “Well, whatever you’re doing, keep it up. You actually look decent for once.” That hurt the young woman’s feelings, but she told him thank you and proceeded to walk back into the classroom to see how she did on that quiz; as guessed, she made an A. After Evaly went through the rest of her classes and she was getting ready to leave school for the day, she felt very happy; people were complimenting her left and right about something positive for once and it wasn’t something awkward or peculiar. Evaly thought to herself, “Yeah, I’m definitely doing this more often.” She was about to be on her way home when Mr. Asher stopped her in the hallway. He told her he needed to talk to her about studying. To see where this turn of events would lead, she entered the psychology instructors’ classroom. She thought to herself, “I’m not dumb enough to let things get out of hand like yesterday. If stuff gets too weird, I’ll just tell him I have to go home early.” “So,” began Mr. Asher, “how was your day, Ms. Connor?” “It was actually pretty fun”, responded Evaly. “Good. Now, I wanted to address our studying that took place yesterday evening; I want to continue where we left off.” That was her cue; Evaly said, “I have to be home earlier than usual, Mr. Asher; my mom wants me to go grocery shopping with her today so she can cook baklava, hummus, and grape leaves.” Evaly had decided to take her sister’s advice and tell a little white lie, since it was very innocuous at best. She’s never had any Middle Eastern cuisine in her life. She stayed by the door just as she during their last encounter, and this time, she was determined to have a smooth escape. Mr. Asher sat in one of the student desks and motioned to her to sit in the one behind him. “I really think you could stand to gain a few pounds, Ms. Connor, so I’ll try not to keep you for too long,” the psychology teacher said. Again, Evaly’s feelings were hurt, but she ignored it. Instead of the terrible innuendos, he cut right to the chase. He pulled Evaly out of the seat she was sitting in until she was standing right in between both of his legs. He kissed her firmly and aggressively, not at all like the last time. Evaly couldn’t believe this was happening. “Oh, no, my psych teacher wants me and now my makeup’s going to get ruined!” Tsk. She is turning into this shallow girl who is worried about her appearance versus what is actually happening to her. Evaly knew her makeup was beginning to run, but at the risk of looking ridiculous, she didn’t want to lose the one thing that she held dear to her….”Aw crap, I thought I’d be able to get out of here!” she thought to herself. Mr. Asher continued overpowering Evaly until he got what he wanted. He began with kissing her forehead and then both cheeks, then greedily took over her mouth with slow, warm and soft-to-firm open-mouthed kisses. Asher pushed her onto the floor. Evaly tried moving her head away to avoid those lips  of his: whenever he went in to kiss her from the right, Evaly would turn her head to the left and he'd kiss her neck on that side instead. He then began to cup her breasts..Sadly, she couldn't escape her Psych teacher's cruel affections..Hot anxiety-ridden tears began waterfalling down poor Evaly's face....She cried, “Asher, if you believe in God, please don't so this: it isn't right... For the love of Him, please stop.” He noticed her tears and laughed, responding, "There was a woman in the Bible set to be stoned for adultery and Jesus forgave her, even though everyone knew about it. Difference is, no one will ever find out about this. God forgives sinners for their transgressions in private."He began to use his middle and index fingers to massage his student's area down there and she was getting excited. She felt his bulge stiffening. She couldn't believe it. He boldy whipped it out and she saw it in all its pervy glory. He lifted her skirt, ripped down her panties and (didn't penetrate, but) moved his manhood on top of her womanhood back and forth so they'd both be stimulated. He began to kiss her more, trying to conquer her mouth with his own tongue while Evaly was trying to fight back with hers....to get him to stop his even more cruel affections.  Asher then put Evaly's legs around his abs, knowing gravity would take over and pull them down past his hips onto that powerhouse that was the horn between his legs. She only needed to feel the tip to know that she'd be destroyed if he tore into her with even a little bit of force. But it was unavoidable. When the deed was done, poor Evaly got dressed, and gathered her backpack. Tears streaming down her face, she began to walk to the door, but felt a tug on her backpack. “Look, Mr. Asher, I have to leave!”  Evaly screamed. She was angry; mad at him for what he did, and frustrated at herself for thinking she could handle it. Asher told her, “You seriously needed this studying to show that you’ll have to put in a lot of effort to do well in my class, even doing things you don’t want to. It pays off in the long run.” “Tsk, right. Whatever that means,” retorted Evaly as she jerked herself out of Mr. Asher’s grip. She stormed down the street headed toward her house. When she got there, she sobbed long and hard. Quite a pitiful sight: a girl falls victim to her own insecurities and even lets them get the best of her and now she is sobbing in her room. Because of the asinine behavior she exhibited, she cannot possibly tell Lyn what happened for fear of backlash. She concludes that she must never tell this to anyone, because, after all, she brought it on herself. Fast forward 10 years later: At 30 years old, Evaly has since graduated from Belleview University and is working as a lawyer for some ritzy law firm in California. With her youth fading, she realizes that most important things in her life are the people she cares about the most. She’s now happily married and has a 4 year-old daughter named Kerri, whom she is picking up from daycare.  “Mommy, come look! I drew you and daddy,” the little dark haired girl said. Evaly walked over to the table where the child was drawing and noticed that her daughters’ long flowing hair was getting in the way every time she looked down; the child’s hair would get into her eyes. Evaly pulled out a scrunchie and began to tie Kerri’s hair back into a neat ponytail. After she was done fiddling with her kid’s hair, the child turned around to look  at her mother with those big green eyes of hers and said, “I love you, mommy”. Naturally, Evaly’s heart melted and she picked up her little girl and gave her a big hug. “I love you to, Kerri.” Just then, as Evaly was getting ready to leave the daycare facility with her daughter in tow, Asher pulled up in the parking lot to greet his wife and child. Evaly kissed her husband hello and he took his daughter and propped her into her car seat so that they could all go home and enjoy some good-old fashioned family bonding.


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