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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Little_Mermaid_(1989)
  Relationship:
      Ariel/Eric
  Character:
      Ariel_(Disney), Eric_(Disney)
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_disney_kink, Age_Difference, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern
      Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-07 Words: 1749
****** Schoolgirl Crush ******
by colorcoded
Summary
     Schoolgirl!Ariel/Teacher!Eric. Modern AU in which Ariel is a 16-year-
     old student at a prep school who begins a relationship with her
     history teacher.
Notes
     For this_prompt.
After poking Jasmine's shoulder with a pencil to get her attention, Ariel
leaned in to whisper, "He's very handsome, isn't he?"
Jasmine responded by rolling her eyes. The new history teacher had only been
there for five minutes, yet already he had captured all the girls' attention
and curiosity. Excited whispers and murmurs pulsed through the lecture hall as
the girls took in the handsome man standing at the front of the room.
All throughout the lesson, Ariel couldn't take her eyes off of him. He had such
an easygoing grin, and his speaking voice just drew everyone in close. At one
point, a student had raised her hand and started to say, "Mr..."
He had laughed at that and said, "No mister needed. Just call me Eric."
At the end of the lecture, he said he would be in his office directly after
class for answering questions. "I'm going to go," Ariel told Jasmine later. At
her friend's skeptical expression, Ariel added quickly, "Well, you know
history's my weakest subject. What's wrong with getting help?"
"Oh I know that," Jasmine replied. "But does the fact that he's young and
handsome have anything to do with this?"
Ariel grinned impishly. She made her way up to Eric's office with her heart
pounding -- when her curiosity was piqued, it had the tendency to fill her up
entirely until she felt like she could burst. She didn't know why but she just
felt consumed with the need to see him closer, to know more about him.
When she got to the office, she could see that three other students were
inside. The room was very small, dominated by a desk that seemed to take up a
quarter of the floor space, and by bookshelves covering two walls and a large
chalkboard covering a third. Eric was already up at the chalkboard making
diagrams of how one event led into another. There was only one chair in front
of the desk so all the students were standing, and Ariel joined them. She liked
this room; it was very... intimate. She was so close to Eric now, close enough
to take in his gorgeous blue eyes, such a startling contrast with his dark
hair.
After that first visit, Ariel couldn't stop -- she would find excuses to talk
to him after class, just so that they'd make direct eye-to-eye contact, and her
stomach would flip-flop in nervous excitement; she'd smile at him when they met
in the hallways; she would make idle chatter with him when she saw him in the
lunch room.
These were all very minor things, however, compared to what would happen five
weeks later.
Five weeks later, Ariel's father got her report card. Ariel was eating lunch
with her two sisters who still lived at home when Triton came storming into the
room.
"ARIEL!" he bellowed. "What is the meaning of THIS?"
The B-/C+ average in history that Ariel had managed to maintain for the past
few semesters had dropped to a D+.
"With these grades, how do you expect to get into a good college? You need to
actually put some effort into your classes." He gave her the lecture about how
he was paying good money for her to attend private school, and how so far all
her older sisters had gotten into the best colleges.
"I am trying, Daddy," Ariel said with a pout. "I'm going to all the review
sessions and everything."
Triton wasn't satisfied with that, though, and went off to go talk to the
school about it, and when he returned he told her that she would be having two
afterschool tutoring sessions a week.
With Eric.
 
The first thing Ariel noticed in her private lessons was that Eric's office
seemed somehow even smaller, almost entrapping. With the building so quiet with
most students and teachers gone, and the door closed, it was like they were in
a tiny world of their own, and there was nowhere else to look but him, which
Ariel did gladly. What had started out as fascination had somehow developed
into a wild crush, some kind of head-over-heels love.
After just a few sessions, Ariel had trouble concentrating on the material Eric
was covering because her mind was lingering instead on some dirty fantasies
that she just couldn't push from her mind. Fantasies of standing up at the
chalkboard while Eric stood just slightly behind her and slid a hand under her
skirt, tracing up her thigh, or of gripping the heavy wooden desk as Eric
instructed her to bend over and then proceeded to slap her rear end with a
yardstick, like the headmistress did whenever Ariel got caught sneaking off
campus during the lunch hour. Or of him removing her panties and telling her to
sit on the desk and spread her legs for him...
She would have gladly agreed to any of that, but it was the feeling of him
having power over her that she relished so much.
A few more sessions and Ariel was convinced Eric was attracted to her too. Not
only did he seem happy during all of their tutoring meetings, but he was also
eager to talk to her about her personal life and his, in addition to the class
material. Once, when her father couldn't pick her up until 9 at night, Eric
took her to a fast food place and bought dinner for her. And then recently he
seemed to be making little bits of physical contact with her, like putting his
hand on the small of her back when he ushered her into his office, or resting a
hand on the top of her head or on her shoulder affectionately. And sometimes
for just an instant, she caught him studying her in a very intense way.
"Do you think it's okay for a student to date a teacher?" Ariel asked him
suddenly.
Eric sat up and coughed. "What? I mean, no. Uh, no, it isn't."
Now I understand, Ariel thought to herself. "Eric," she said, standing up.
"Yes?"
Ariel leaned over the desk and kissed him deeply. Eric put his hands on either
side of her face and kissed her back passionately, but then suddenly pulled
away a few moments later.
"This is a bad idea," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I'm your
teacher, Ariel. I like you a lot, but this just looks... very bad."
"But it could be a secret," she said with a pout. "I won't say a word. What
about you?" She leaned in and kissed him again, and this time he didn't break
away.
 
From then on, the two of them spent about half the length of their two-hour
sessions making out instead of working. Eric seemed careful to take their
relationship very slow, much slower than Ariel wanted. She became accustomed to
nudging their relationship more intimate bit by bit. Every time she did so,
Eric would resist at first, but then, realizing she honestly wanted it as much
as he did, he would agree in the end.
One day, after going through an hour's worth of material on World War I, Eric
turned away from the chalkboard to see that Ariel had put something white on
his desk.
"What's th..." he began, but then realized -- it was her underwear.
"I took them off a while back when you were writing on the chalkboard," she
explained. "I haven't been wearing them for the past half hour. Eric..." Ariel
climbed up on his desk and knelt there on her hands and knees. "I want to do it
today. On this desk. Please?"
Up close, Eric realized that, while he wasn't looking, Ariel had also
unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse. He felt himself harden at the
sight and at the thoughts she was putting in his head at taking her on top of
the table. He sighed. "We shouldn't. This is a serious thing, Ariel. You're
only sixteen, and you can't know what you want, really, at this point--"
"I'm young, but I do know, Eric," Ariel said, her eyes resolute. "I do know
what I want."
Eric studied her for a good long moment. She was young, and in some ways so
very childish, but right now, with her jaw set, it seemed like there was no one
else in the world more sure and confident. "All right," he said, and opened one
of the drawers in his desk to take out a condom. Ariel made fun of him for
that, pointing out how he always said, "We shouldn't," and yet still expected
at some point they would.
"Here, sit closer to the edge of the desk," Eric instructed. Then he spread her
legs apart. Ariel laid herself back on the desk and gasped when Eric entered
her.
He took his time pushing in, very slowly. Finally, when he was fully inside, he
held it there for a long time. Ariel savored the feeling of him inside her,
filling her, the two of them connected as deeply as they could be. Then he
pulled out slowly, and then pushed back in. In and out, slowly, letting her get
used to the size of him.
Gradually he gained speed, a steady in-and-out motion seemingly neverending.
Eric enjoyed listening to the heavy breaths coming from Ariel, and then a few
minutes later reached down and rubbed her in the spot that turned her breaths
into moans. He rubbed her faster and faster, and suddenly Ariel came around
him, her accompanying moan almost musical. Feeling himself close, Eric sped up,
thrusting hard in her now, desperately needing release. At last he came with a
sigh.
After recovering, Eric withdrew from Ariel and crossed the room to throw the
condom in the trash. From there Eric looked up to where the girl lay on his
desk, her long red hair pooling over the surface and a look of bliss on her
face. One part of him desperately needed more of her, wanted to go for another
round, but the other part regretted having given in and gone all the way with
her in the first place. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." he said softly. Ariel
sat up from the desk, gathering her clothes. Eric continued, "If your father
finds out..."
"Shhh," Ariel said, walking over to him to put a finger to his lips. "Daddy
will never find out." She smiled, pure innocence. "I love you."
"I... love you too."
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