OH EMILIA: a brief erotic misadventure

Chapter 3 : I Don't Love Fights

Chapter 3 : I Don't Love Fights

As soon a the bell rang emilia walked anxiously to Mr. Anderson's classroom. The hallways, which just a moment prior were busy and lively with the sounds of students, had gone quiet as they all left through the various exits. Through the mass of bodies moving toward the exits there was only a few people who moved the opposite directions. They were students who had after school clubs, or study sessions with teachers. Emilia was one of those students, and she now alone in front of his classroom.

Her breathing had become shallow and quick, as she was clearly anxious to enter. The door to his classroom that she so easily entered just that morning was now like a wall of brick. The idea of being alone with him made her heart flutter with excitement. Only a supernatural force bearing down on her could force her to enter. Fortunately for her she had one of those, as the ache inside of her proved.

Emilia caught herself before she started to panic "come on calm down, " she said while she took several deep breaths and smacked her cheeks gently.

"just open the door and walk in," she said to herself reassuringly as if it would magically work.

Well it did magically work as she opened the door and walked in confidently as if she was a celebrity walking into their own home. Although with all of the confidence her legs were still shaking with nervousness and excitement. Baby steps emilia. Baby steps.

In the classroom sat Mr. Anderson at a table with several stakes of various papers to either side of him. The sound of the door opening was loud in the nearly silent room, so he looked up to see who it was. Upon seeing emilia his expression changed from focused diligence to a cheerful smile.

As she entered he called to her saying, "Back so soon?"  then he chuckled. His demeanor had changed from that of a teacher  to friendly a more friendly one.
"I'm glad you arrived first, i wanted to talk to you alone. Come sit down." he said to her, gesturing for her to take a seat.

She slowly walked across the room to where he was sitting. " I actually came here to help you grade papers, " she corrected him.

The room was empty besides the two of them, but to emilia it felt claustrophobic. The walls usually seeming far apart, hung over the two of them. To emilia it felt like they were in a small box with barely any room to move around, which depending on the perspective of the viewer might be true. However only if said viewer is significantly larger than either emilia or even Mr. Anderson.
Mr. Anderson cleared his throat and said, "i know i still want to talk to you alone. "

She took the seat just next to him as it was the one of the only seats available that wasn't cluttered with papers. She set her bag on the ground beside the table and prepared to listen to what Mr. Anderson was going to say

After he made sure she was listening he spoke, "your grades have been slipping again." That was what he wanted to talk about the one thing emilia didn't want to hear. The reason emilia didn't want to talk about her grades with him was because she was doing rather poorly for those of you who are curious. Why was she doing poorly you might ask? Well keep reading and you will figure it out won't you? Although she was uncomfortable with the what he was asking, and he knew that as it was plain to see. he continued anyway by saying, "Would you mind explaining the reason for that? "

Now emilia could have responded to that by saying, "I've been having trouble with class because i am too distracted by your sexy sexy muscles and strong hands, and i wish they were around my throat right now," but that would be weird, so instead she replied, "no reason." Sweat started to drip down the back of her neck, and the chair creaked and groaned as she leaned back in it.