Go to the door
From Torg Adventure
You decide to follow through with your promise, so you walk up to the door. It's a nice house, not too big, with a big front yard. You ring the bell. You don't hear anything for a bit and then the sound of footsteps on wood comes from inside. The door swings open.
Miss Wilson is much different than she was at school. She has shed her conservative business suit and is now wearing a yellow tee shirt and jeans. The jeans are very tight, making a pronounced vee at her crotch. The shirt is filled by her nice-looking tits inside a white bra. Her brown hair is loose and falling past her shoulders. "Right on time, John," she says as she steps out of the way to let you in. "I changed into more comfortable clothes. I wear those suits in a hopeless attempt to keep you boys focussed on school work and not on me. Can I get you a soda?"
"A Coke would be great, Miss Wilson."
"Oh, please call me Elaine when we're here. But if I catch you calling me that at school, I'll reprimand you," she says with a little smile on her lips. She shows you the couch and then goes into the kitchen to fetch your drink. "Just make yourself comfortable. This will take just a second," she calls in from the other room.
You sit down on the couch and wait. She comes back with two Cokes in glasses with ice; she hands you one, and then sits near you and starts sipping hers.
After you take a few sips, she puts her glass down and faces you. You can't help looking at her chest, but you quickly bring your eyes up to meet hers. "So, you, being a healthy eighteen-year old, are consumed by your hormones. You are always horny, and then you come to school, only to be surrounded by all these lovely girls. You can't help but be distracted from paying attention to your studies. Isn't this right?" she asks.
"Uh, yeah, I guess," you reply uncertainly, uncomfortable and yet titillated by her talk of sex.
"Well, me, on the other hand, need you to pass my class in order to get my contract renewed again next fall. I also am between relationships and haven't had sex since the school year started." You blush at her revealing intimate details of herself so matter-of-factly. She continues, "So, this is what I propose. You will come over here two afternoons a week for two hours. We will start with having sex and then an hour of tutoring. The sex will relieve your tension, and mine as well, allowing you to focus on the school work. Does this sound agreeable?"
Your jaw drops at what she just said. She wants you to fuck her before you study! All your fantasies of the day explode in your head, and your cock is straining against your jeans.
