Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180227190348/@comment-33398500-20180228050149

How in the hell did that even happen!?

As I stared at my phone in horror, I looked at the message post auto-correct that she had received from me. “sex it up” instead of “make it up”!? Why was THAT a thing auto-correct had on record!?

It seemed as if the number of horny mamono in the phone market had led to some rather heated texts. “This is not good...” I started, not knowing what I could even do with the message now on record, with me unable to stop it. Part of me imagined some kind of childish, TVesque method to get to her phone before she did.

However, now seeing the indicator on my phone that she had seen it and was replying, I started to panic-text to try to correct it, until I saw her response:

“''So some personal tutoring? Sure, that can be arranged. B+, all right? I’m getting horny just thinking about you.”''

Holy... crap... did my teacher just send me a sex offer? True, she thinks I initiated it, but still, this is CRAZY!

However, it wasn’t even the end of it, as a second message came to me, I was astounded:

“''OMG that hot student of mine just texted me!!! The one I was ready to pay to get him into my bed! He wants me, I can’t wait to get my hands on him.”''

Bright red, I didn’t know if I should text her to clarify what I had actually meant, or if I should just go along with it. I wasn’t sure if she ‘mis-texted’ me that on purpose to get me excited or if she actually sent that by accident.

However, now, every time I tried to talk myself out of going to have sex with her, part of my brain imagined her curvy form finally out of her clothes, on her bed and waiting for me to come to her. Part of me had imagined her in such a state even before this, and it’s not like I didn’t want to: I DID. Even in class, it was obvious how sexy she was under her clothes, and the prospect of following through on this mistake was far too alluring to just stop right now.

However, a text then came to me a couple minutes later as I was attempting to decide, again from her phone, containing an address to an apartment. She ACTUALLY wanted me to come to see her!?

“I’ll be waiting.”

I turned bright red as I realized this was happening right now, getting up, unsure if I should talk to her about this, or go along with it and enjoy the ride. Either way, I didn’t want to offend her right now, and went to clean myself up before I went to see her... Miss Asakura was the nicest teacher I’d ever had, and she was extremely hot, so this conflict in my head raged all the way from my house to her apartment.

As I slowly walked up to the door and located the room on the intercom, I rang the bell, hearing a familiar, warm voice ask “Hello?”

“Hello, Miss Asakura? I... I followed your text here...” I said with a tone of uncertainty.

“Oh, wonderful! Come in, Victor! Come right up!” she told me, the door buzzing as its lock opened. As I stepped into the building, part of me was wondering if this was right. Of course it wasn’t right, but part of me didn’t want to hear that, with every step, less certain what I would say to her once I got up to her room.

Upon arriving at her apartment door, I knocked politely, the door opening to show the curvy Hakutaku in a bathrobe, her face lighting up when she saw me. “Oh, there you are, Victor! You certainly took your time~” she then added with a mock huff.

“Sorry, had to walk here and all...” I replied sheepishly, not sure what to do right now, wanting to tell her but not wanting to rock the boat.

“Well, you look a little freaked out, Victor...” she started, sounding concerned “I must say, your forwardness was a little surprising, but I got really excited at the idea~” now pushing against my chest with hers, soft flesh pressing against mine through her robe. The closeness and warmth was enough to make me want to either jump back or take her right there and then.

All I could do was stand there “Umm... Miss Asakura...”

“Considering what we want to do to each other, you can call me Amiko, Victor~”

“Well, um... Amiko... I... just want to say...” managing to get my nerve up a moment “The text was an accident, I wanted to say ‘make it up’, but when you actually replied I didn’t have the heart to object because I’d actually love to do that with you...” I then spoke very quickly, though it was clear she understood.

“It sounds like what one would call a ‘happy accident’ then~” she replied, amused by how flustered I was getting. “...and I’m glad you were honest with me about it... in fact...” she then started, grabbing me by the wrist and walking me to her bedroom, where she then walked over to her bed. “It’s about time we start your private biology ‘extra credit’ lessons~” she told me with a smile, as she let the robe slip down her curvaceous form, revealing her form in rather provocative black lingerie. “Female anatomy does, after all, count as biology~” lying down like she would in my fantasy, she then shifted her pose to open her thighs while on her side. “Come here so we can get started~”

Yeah, going to agree with her on the ‘happy accident’ part...