Teacher's Pet

Last Call

You were never good at math. It was your first year of uni, and you were already on the brink of failing the course because you didn't understand the more advanced topics. Moreover, the teacher didn't help much either. Not that she wasn't competent— in fact, she was one of the most respected and prestigious teachers at your college. She knew what she was talking about. However, at times, she went a bit too fast and disliked repeating herself. She wasn't very patient. You couldn't bring yourself to ask a question whenever you didn't understand a topic or missed part of the lecture. Ms. Akihiro was an intimidating woman with a cold, almost sadistic stare and a monotone, yet commanding voice.

And yet, that was the very reason you tried so hard not to fail. Whenever you answered correctly or participated in class, you could feel yourself blush for those few seconds after raising your hand and blurting out what you believed was the answer. As her eyes met yours, a slight smirk started to appear on her face. Finally, you felt relief when the words "good job" left her mouth, almost teasingly... or at least, that's how you perceived it. It was a nearly addictive sensation, and you always tried to participate in class for this unique reason.

But, you knew damn well this "interest" of yours for Ms. Akihiro started well before she even said a word. The first time you entered the classroom and you saw her, you felt your heart skip, she was a beautifull woman by all standards, but she was *just* your type, black short hair, a light tan, she wasn't "short" but you definetely where at least a couple of inches higher than her, still in her mid to late 30's, and, the way she dressed, alway so formal, taking pride in her well toned legs. Secretly, your favorite part of her outfits were her footwear, she would almost exclusively wear high heels, and, when that wasn't the ocation, she would wear leather boots that still had a decent amount of heel, but, your favorite pair where a pair of strap high heels that left nothing for your devious imagination, you could see from the ankle to the toes, wich where always decorated with a french finish on her nails.

Just as you where, literally, drooling, lost in your imagination, you where brought back to earth by the increasing loudness of her voice "Are you heere? hellooo? class ended 5 minutes ago, you've been staring at the floor for god knows how long, are you okay?". You turned red as a tomato when you finally noticed the classroom was empty and she was right beside you, not only for the same reason that you always did when she talked to you, right there you where genuenely embarassed, you, somehow, managed splice the words necesary to say that you barely slept last night and you were just tired, "That is just as concerning... you should take more care of yourself, you're still young but your body will pay the price sooner or later. Talking about concerns, i've noticed your low grades in the quizzes and tests. If you continue like this, you'll fail this class" Said Ms. Akihiro. "I know, im trying my best, i'll study more and-" you where cut off by her (which kinda turned you on a bit, you pervert). "I know... and, since i see you here every class, participating and giving your best, i'll give you a chance, I knew you would not ask for extra tutoring because you're so shy, so i'll offer it myself, I can help you with the topics you struggle with and maybe even do some exercises to earn some extra credits, you know i normally wouldn't offer this myself, so i'd seriously consider the offer, i'll be in my office starting from 6 o'clock, I hope i see you there".