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"I know you guys are eager, but please wait until the bell rings before you start packing up." The rustling of books tumbling into bags and zippers being drawn up stopped upon hearing Miss Stahl's reprimanding tone. It was the final period, a mere five minutes left before the freshman geometry class would be dismissed. The high schoolers were all fidgeting in their own ways, some tapping their foot rapidly on the carpet floor while others chewed their nails down to the bone. A Friday in high school tended to get the entire student body riled up. Plans for the weekend, parties, gaming, making out, whatever was the sort that freshman got up to in the current generation.
Some students snuck glances at their phones, sending quick texts or looking at a funny TikTok, while others held a thousand-yard stare as they daydreamed about whatever ran through their mind. One student, however, appeared troubled if one paid close enough attention to his body language. The way his green eyes would stare at Miss Stahl before darting back to their empty desk when her gaze would shift over him. How he seemed to brush black hair that didn't exist above his forehead whenever the thirty-two-old teacher walked near his seat.
They must know, right? There's no way. Kyle thought to himself, the fourteen-year-old shooting nervous glances around the students as if the secret was out. His paranoia did him no such favors when he caught the stare of a random student whom he already forgot the name of.
They know too, don't they? Shit, I'm so screwed.
Fortunately for Kyle, none of his classmates had any awareness of the dynamics between the lone boy and the math teacher. How her hand lingered on his shoulder a tad longer than it needed to be when Kyle had a question about a math problem, or how Miss Stahl seemed to bend over much further than normal when helping another student near him, her shapely ass pressing tight against the skinny jeans she wore. But Kyle was hyperaware of every subtle glance and touch from Miss Stahl whenever she taught his class. He was focused in more than one way, ever since last weekend...
Kyle was jolted out of his thoughts when the mindless chatter of his classmates was interrupted by Miss Stahl's `announcing' tone.
"Finally got around to grading your papers from Wednesday's test, thank you everyone for your patience." She said with an exasperated tone that quickly shifted to a praising one, "with an average of 92, you guys were the highest scoring period!" Her praise was met with genuine and sarcastic cheers, Miss Stahl rolling her eyes at the teenagers and their constant snark.
"Should I just read everyone's scores out loud then?"
A chorus of pleading nos left everyone's mouth, with Miss Stahl throwing a smirk in their direction as she placed everyone's test face down on their desk. As she approached closer to Kyle's seat, the young teen tensed his body as if he was awaiting Miss Stahl's touch. The teacher gave no reaction to his tense posture, handing the test to Kyle without a second thought as she continued her trek around the room.
He glanced back at her retreating form, surprised that there was no light touch, or even a subtle stare his way. Looking back to his paper, he flipped it over to a satisfying 96 marked in red ink. His smile quickly turned into nervous excitement upon spotting the winky face accompanying the number. A shiver ran through Kyle's body upon seeing a curved arrow drawn above and below the pair of numbers, implying a swap in position of each digit. The boy's shorts tightened upon realizing the implication.
So sneaky...
Kyle squinted closer upon seeing small blue ink just below the winking face, and he felt like he was sweating bullets.
`See second to last page'
He wanted to flip there immediately, but so focused on wanting to look calm, he went through each page as if he was analyzing where he went wrong. Kyle didn't care at this point though, mind lost on the lascivious message on the front page and what awaited him near the last one. Hands nearly shaking, he finally turned the page where his brows furrowed upon what he saw.
Written in black ink that almost looked like it blended in with the problems on the test was a link to a website. It was written in a small font size, but still legible enough to decipher each number and letter. Kyle deduced it was a media share website based off the domain name and grew excited at the possibility of what Miss Stahl had to share with him. He could feel the bulge in his shorts growing until the bell rang loudly and the students were filing out before he could even blink.
The teen sat there for a few extra seconds, willing himself to make his erection go down as he bit his tongue and tensed his legs. The internet was very handy sometimes. All the students had vacated the premises by the time he felt ready to leave, and it was just him and Miss Stahl. Wanting to avoid seeming suspicious if he lingered in her classroom for too long, Kyle packed his bag and carried it in front of him to avoid drawing more attention to his wilting bulge. Avoiding eye contact with the seductress that sat at her desk, he almost made it to the door before the devious woman that plagued his brain the past week piped up.
"Nice job on the test, Kyle, you've been improving a lot since the beginning of the semester."
"T-thanks, Miss Stahl. The tutoring helped a lot."
"Glad I could help; you've been such a good boy in class. Hope you enjoy your reward." Her tone dipped at the `good boy' remark, and Kyle went from soft to rock hard in less than two seconds. He glanced back to see brown eyes shooting him a fiery look, one he was very familiar with on that fateful weekend. A smirk adorned her face, along with her eyes roving over his body quickly. Suddenly, she snapped back into teacher mode, going to her computer and wishing him a good weekend.
Despite how turned on he was, Kyle was more than happy to leave at that moment. There was only so much embarrassment and teasing he could take before he'd internally combust.
Boarding the bus, Kyle sat in an empty seat as he pulled his test back out. He stared at the internet link once more, flipping to the front of the page to the seemingly innocuous numbers. He held his paper in an iron grip, teeth clenched as he stared out the window. Kyle was losing his mind over what was on that website link, and he was eager to get home and find out as he willed his erection to go down once more. The last thing he needed was someone on the bus noticing his raging hardon.
For the first time since elementary school, Kyle ran home after getting off the bus. He wiped his shoes haphazardly on the front door mat before making his way inside. A sigh of relief left him when he remembered that his parents were out for a work banquet this evening.
"All by myself..." he muttered as he bounced up the stairs. Shutting his door, he made sure it was deadbolted before switching on his computer. "Hurry up!" Kyle whined as his PC seemed to take longer than usual to boot up. Once logged in, he threw up a browser and typed in Miss Stahl's secret link in the URL. Hitting enter, his anticipation was ruined upon seeing an `Enter Password' show up on the screen.
"What? Seriously!?" Kyle cried out. He double checked to make sure he entered the link in correctly and was disappointed to find out he had.
"How am I supposed to..." the teen thought, before a lightbulb went off in his head. Looking at the front of his test again, he entered `96' in the text box.
Incorrect, please try again.
"Shit." He drummed his fingers on the desk, using his other hand to run it through his scraggly black hair. He looked back down at the paper, eyes widening when he remembered the arrows Miss Stahl drew. Turning back to the computer, he typed `69' and waited with bated breath.
"Yes!" Kyle hissed to himself as the password prompt disappeared. He looked at the screen, seeing a play button for what looked to be a video almost an hour long. The preview thumbnail was blurry but had enough detail to show a figure laying on a bed, their limbs strung out to each corner. Upon a closer look, the young teen gasped at what he saw in the preview thumbnail.
Himself.
One week ago
"Kyle, bring your laundry down after you shower. I don't want another oversized load to shove into the washer."
"Yes, mother." Kyle groaned, trudging upstairs while his legs ached from soccer practice.
"Watch the tone, I want you to be on your best behavior for Miss Stahl, be grateful that she's even taking time out of her personal life to help you!"
"It's not that big of a deal mom, the tutoring session probably won't even be two hours, I practically know almost all of new material."
"That D+ on your last test says otherwise."
"I was busy!" Kyle protested, "and besides, Miss Stahl has been helping me in class more anyways."
"Well, be sure to give her my thanks for taking the time still, okay? Plenty of teachers gag at the thought of tutoring a student of theirs on a Friday night."
"Will do."
Shutting his door, the teen let out an exaggerated huff as he tossed his shirt into the hamper. Ripping his socks and shorts off, the boy paused to admire himself in the body mirror in his room. He didn't think of himself as a gun show, but Kyle thought himself to be attractive at his age. Fair, lean muscles adorned his body from constant suicides and drills in soccer practice. Summer practice had left him with a nice tan all over, making the creases of his abdominals stand out more. Rolling his shoulders back, he stood up as tall as he could only to be disappointed at his lack of tallness. He measured at 5'6" for the physical, and Kyle still felt stuck at that height. Reassurance from his mom that he would grow didn't help much for the self-conscious teen.
He brushed through his moppy black hair. It wasn't uniform, but Kyle liked it that way. Gave his hair a more textured' look, plus it matched well with his green eyes. If there's one thing his mom constantly praised about her handsome boy', it was his emerald-colored eyes and his high cheek bones. The young teen continued his admiration of his growing body as he turned his back to the mirror, checking over his shoulder to see how his backside looked. After a full rotation of his figure, he cupped his junk still in his underwear.
While he knew his penis wasn't small, Kyle still didn't like how short he was when soft. His discovery of porn a few years back had him envious of some of the men that were featured in the videos online. Thankfully, Kyle was glad to hear that he was a grower' versus a shower' when it came to the male genitalia. Anxious online searches had him wondering which was better, but he was satisfied to know that a girl would probably appreciate his size if they got busy. He had measured himself in private with a ruler when he was hard once, getting close to 5.5" in length. Knowing that Kyle had more room to grow, he was satisfied knowing he could make a future girlfriend happy.
If Kyle could get a girlfriend, that is.
"I don't hear the shower running! Must've washed up already, huh, Kyle? Might as well just show up to Miss Stahl's house smelling rancid from soccer practice." His mom's voice carried upstairs through his door.
"I'm cleaning up!" Kyle protested, shucking off his underwear as he dumped the last remnant of his dirty athletic wear in the laundry basket. Jumping in the shower, he gave himself a good rinse over and got to work scrubbing himself clean. Despite his annoyance at his mom's sarcastic comment about being dirty, he did want to make a good impression on Miss Stahl. Nobody else, save for his best friend Michael, knew about his secret crush on the math teacher. The teen had confessed his attractiveness to his friend during their lunch break on Monday, that same day where Miss Stahl had offered her teaching services.
"Miss Stahl? Dude, she's MILF material, man." His friend had said as they walked down the school's main hall. "Every guy would salivate at losing their virginity to her."
"How can she be a MILF if she's not even married and doesn't have any kids? And don't be so crass." Kyle remarked, nudging Michael in the side as they walked to the cafeteria.
"I'm just saying man. Every guy drools over Mrs. Thompson's ass in U.S. Government class, but that ain't it for me to be honest. Miss Stahl's got the looks AND the shape, you can't deny that. Also, `crass'? Since when did you get so fancy Kyle?"
"I didn't get fancy, you just got dumber."
Michael's retort died in his throat when he saw Miss Stahl approaching them from the other way. He hit Kyle with a nudge that was about as subtle as ringing an alarm bell, causing the boy to pause and stare for a brief second before he averted his gaze. He didn't want to be too obvious. Right as the teacher of interest passed them, she shot a quick smile Kyle's way before continuing to the front office. An action which did not go unnoticed by Michael.
"Dudedudedude," he whispered excitedly, tugging Kyle's shirt with every rapid `dude' that exited his mouth, "she totally gave you a look there!"
"Yeah, must've been something stuck in my teeth." Kyle responded with an eyeroll, but Michael wasn't deterred.
"I'm serious man, I know it's only been a few weeks since school started, but Miss Stahl gave you the `hungry eyes' look. I recognize that glance she gave you."
"The kinda glance that you've seen from your library of MILF porn? Ya know... with those people in the videos called `actors?" Kyle chuckled as Michael gave him a harsh shove as they entered the cafeteria. Taking on a more serious tone, he leaned in closer to his friend. "Did she seriously give me a different look though?"
Adorning a large smirk, Michael patted Kyle's shoulder twice in a comforting gesture. "Cross my heart seriously. If only she wasn't in her thirties. You'd be the luckiest bastard in school if you managed to bag her. That shit only happens in movies though, plus she'd be arrested in like five seconds if word got out. Wouldn't want to break up truuuuue love now, do we?" Michael said in a suggestive tone, much to Kyle's chagrin as he shoved his friend back.
"Certainly not, guess it'll just be a dream for now." Kyle said with a sigh as he shoved his hands in his pockets. He wasn't really that upset, rampant teen hormones were very sporadic after all and could make a teen boy think up a lot of taboo thoughts. That didn't mean he wasn't... intrigued by the idea of picturing himself in a dream scenario with his math teacher.
"Never say never, Kyle, maybe if you get an A+ next test she'll blow you." Michael cackled as they sat down at their usual table.
Kyle did not get an A+ that day.
Flipping the test over, the teen's eyes grew wide at the fat red D+ that sat at the top of the page.
How? Michael was flabbergasted. He was normally a very good student, straight A's almost every semester with a B here and there. He knew he struggled with some problems during the test, but he didn't think he'd bomb this hard. Running a hand through his hair in frustration, he paused his thinking as he spotted a little message next to the grade. Written in small fine print was a message that he assumed was written by Miss Stahl.
You can do better, I know it! See me after class.
Kyle flipped his paper back over with a heavy sigh, not wanting his classmates to see his disastrous performance. On top of most likely getting lectured by his mom later that week, now he had to get lectured by his teacher in private. What a way to start the week.
Monday's suck ass, Kyle thought as he stifled a groan that wanted to escape his mouth. He slouched in his chair, hoping that this last class period would already end so he could crawl under the covers at home and wait for Friday to arrive so he could at least enjoy the weekend. His moping was interrupted by Miss Stahl's voice piping up over the chatter in the classroom.
"Not a bad average overall everyone, 85 percent isn't anything to scoff at. I know there's room for improvement though." Kyle swore he saw her eyes shoot towards his desk on the word `improvement', but Miss Stahl's gaze never landed on him again as she continued to emphasize taking advantage of spare time to do a small math problem here and there. He rolled his eyes at that remark, knowing that there was a good chunk of students in his grade who would rather scroll social media than spend two seconds doing homework. Kyle himself was guilty of a bit of procrastination, but he always came through in completing his assignments on time.
The bell rang, and Kyle remained seated, as everyone else bum rushed to pack their bags and run off to their free time. He was dreading having this discussion about his test with Miss Stahl, but it felt encouraging that she believed in him and knew he could score better on future tests. He felt flattered knowing that the teacher he had a small crush on took notice of the blemish of a bad grade for a student of his discipline.
Shouldering his backpack, he walked over to Miss Stahl's desk in the far corner of the room once everyone was gone.
"Hey Kyle, just gimme a moment and I'll be with you in a second."
"Sure thing, Miss Stahl, I have some extra time before soccer practice starts."
"Good, it won't be long."
Kyle let his gaze wander around the room, feeling a tad awkward while Miss Stahl typed away at her computer. Peeking at his teacher, his eyes paused upon seeing the outfit his teacher was wearing. It was really nothing, just a black turtleneck and some basic jeans. Her sitting down, however, emphasized certain `features'. Kyle's eyes glanced down at how the turtleneck seemed to hug her torso tighter than normal. Every breath she took showed in the slight rise of her chest as it seemed to push her bust out a tiny bit. Even though the color didn't show much, he could still make out the firm shape of her boobs.
Realizing he was bordering on ogling his teacher in her peripheral, he averted his sight to look back around the room in an innocuous manner. His hormones had other plans, redirecting his line of sight to her jeans now. His breath stuttered at how the blue jeans hugger her hips. He couldn't really see her ass since she was sitting down, but the way her hips flared in the jeans was not doing Kyle's body any favors.
"Done daydreaming?" The teen jolted back into reality; eyes wide as he feared he was just caught dressing down his own teacher right in front of her.
"S-sorry Miss Stahl, I must've spaced off." Kyle stammered, embarrassed at having been caught red-handed.
"No worries, most of my students struggled to pay attention during the last period. I recognize that blank stare anywhere." She chuckled as she organized a pile of papers on her slightly chaotic desk. "Let's talk about your grade."
"Sure."
Thank God she doesn't know. The teen was relieved that Miss Stahl interpreted his ogling of her body as a blank stare. The last thing Kyle would do is correct her mistake.
Turning her chair towards him and crossing her legs, the boy did everything in his power to not stare at the toned thighs that seemed like they were straining to break out of her jeans. That didn't mean he wouldn't keep them in sight in his peripherals.
Did she have to wear skinny jeans? He groaned internally. The mental torture didn't stop there, as Miss Stahl then reached her arms high above her head as she groaned, presumably letting her body stretch out and relax from the long day. The teen did his damnedest to not look at how her breasts seemed to flatten out slightly as they pushed out from her chest and succeeded mostly. He couldn't help but spare a half second glance at the black shirt.
Kyle had changed his mind; Mondays were not that bad.
He swore he could feel a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as his math teacher sank back in her chair with a relieved sigh.
"Now, I'm not going to give you a long lecture, I just want to make a recommendation. You've been a solid student since the start of the semester, and I wish I had more students that behaved like you in my classroom."
"Thanks Miss Stahl." Kyle murmured as a blush formed on his face. "I usually get pretty good grades, and I'm not sure how this got away from me. Maybe soccer or something, not sure, but I thought I did well."
"And usually you do Kyle, except for this instance. I ignore a lot of bad grades sometimes, whether a student who doesn't care or someone I caught cheating, it happens. I want you to succeed though, which is why I'm offering a tutoring session."
Kyle's eyes blinked slowly, his brain trying to catch up with what she said. "You want to tutor me?"
"Yep! Now, that doesn't mean I'm going to require you to have a session with me every week or anything. If your grades stay up, I'm a happy camper. I'm sure you agree."
"Yeah..."
"But unfortunately, I just don't have enough time as a teacher for all my students. On top of handling rowdy classrooms and having to take extra time out of my day to teach the stragglers, my schedule is packed."
"Would I have to meet with you during lunch?" Kyle asked with hesitancy. The last thing he wanted was to have lunchtime occupied by having to be tutored. He looked forward to screwing around with his friends and didn't want to explain how he became a teacher's pet.
"Oh of course not! I need some peace and quiet for myself too. I was going to suggest you come by my house during after-school hours for a tutoring session."
"Um..." Kyle was at a loss for words. On one hand, he hated doing homework or anything school related outside of school. Especially during the weekend. On the other hand, with Miss Stahl being the tutor...
"I think that would work. What time would be best, Miss Stahl?"
"Great! Would this Friday evening work? I wouldn't want to take away any weekend plans for you, and I know you have soccer so I can't tutor you right after school. How does six o'clock sound? It would only be an hour, two max so you would be back home for dinner."
Kyle shot a smile at his teacher, now very much intrigued at the thought of spending an evening at his favorite teacher's house. "I can just eat before I show up, so that time works perfect for me."
"Excellent. Let me write down my address and phone number just in case we must cancel."
As Miss Stahl began jotting down her contact, Kyle's smile slowly faded as he really thought about the situation he agreed to. Spending two hours of a Friday evening at a teacher's house in hopes that she has the hots for me? Don't flatter yourself Kyle, this isn't a porno. He could picture Michael having a laugh at his expense too.
You're really taking time out of your weekend in the hopes that Miss Stahl will magically drop her panties for you? This is real life dude; a teacher doesn't have the hots for you.
His frown must've been too obvious, as Miss Stahl interrupted his thoughts. "Everything okay Kyle? You can easily get that grade back up."
The teen shook his head rapidly. "No... no it's not an issue at all. I know I can do better, Miss Stahl. Thanks for taking time out of your day to help me."
Miss Stahl smiled sweetly at him, a smile that bordered on too sweetly as she stood up and handed him the piece of paper with her information. "It's not an issue at all Kyle, I became a teacher for a reason. Students like yourself make my day, believe it or not. You're a good boy."
Kyle's body locked up tight at the mention of those last two words. Good boy? What...
He did his best to compose himself, not wanting to let his teacher know how... fuzzy those words made him feel inside. "Thanks Miss Stahl, I should be good to meet at that time. The address isn't that far either, so I should be able to bike over without having one of my parents drop me off." He didn't notice her smile growing larger at the mention of him being close enough to her house to ride over, stuffing the note in his pocket as he began to make his way out of her class.
"See you Friday Kyle..."
Kyle's memory of the past week was interrupted by the loud chime of his phone. Checking it, his eyes lit up at a text notification from Miss Stahl.
See you at six!
The 5:30 text at the top left of the screen put him into overdrive. Setting his hamper by his door, he rushed into the bathroom and gave himself a solid rinse over. Every crevice of his body did not go untouched. The last thing he wanted was to have Miss Stahl deal with his body odor. After throwing a stick of deodorant on, Kyle paused to stare at the unopened bottle of cologne his dad had gifted him on his birthday months ago. The teen said screw it, and finally opened the scent spray. He remembered the directions his father told him when it came to applying cologne and sprayed it a fair distance away at himself.
Ripping his closet open, he hastily put on a pair of boxers, slim jeans, and threw on a fresh athletic shirt from his school's soccer team. Throwing on an elastic belt, he gave himself one last look over, somewhat pleased he looked presentable enough.
"I hope you're not wearing any of your clothes with ripped holes in them!"
"God, of course not Mom, I'm not stupid!"
"Are you saying I am, Kyle?"
"I plead the fifth."
"Guess I'll just leave your dirty laundry to wash and fold on your own then..."
"Sorry! I love you, Mom! Gotta head out now!" he said frantically, sliding his laundry basket toward his mom's general direction as he booked it to the garage to retrieve his bike. Speeding through the suburban neighborhoods, he enjoyed the warm yet cooling breeze of the leftover summer weather. He was glad he made the right wardrobe choice.
It didn't take too long, especially with Kyle picking up the pace as he sped his bike down to Miss Stahl's place. The memory of his conversation with Michael the day after Miss Stahl offered her tutoring services ran through his head. He had discreetly disclosed to his best friend about Miss Stahl's tutoring date. Michael could barely contain his excitement (with a hint of envy). He tried to give Kyle loads of advice, spouting off weird flirting tips that seemed to border on creepy as well as trying to teach him how to lick a woman's pussy.
"You haven't even done it yourself! How would you know!" Kyle recalls dismissing Michael's `tips and tricks' he was trying to train him with. Before he knew it, he had arrived at Miss Stahl's house.
It was a nice single-story house, nearly small enough to be a cottage. Decent enough acreage where any noisy neighbors wouldn't be too much of an issue. Kyle biked down the lengthy driveway, somewhat excited about being tutored by Miss Stahl, a mix of wanting to improve at geometry and feeling `exclusive' since he was the only student who had been offered to be tutored at her place.
Parking his bike on the porch, his motion to ring her doorbell was stopped when Miss Stahl opened the door. Time froze as Kyle tried to process the choice of outfit his teacher had on for the evening.
It was the most exposed he had seen his teacher yet. Although she wasn't dressed promiscuously, it certainly felt that way in the teen's horny mind. A tight grey wool sweater tightly hugged her upper torso, enough that it felt nearly impossible for him to not take quick glances at her boobs every few seconds. The bottom hem of the sweater barely touched her jean shorts, which hugged her thighs close. Instead of smooth olive skin he would normally see, the rest of her lower half was covered with white leggings that were just transparent enough that he could see skin if the lighting was right.
He shut his jaw to prevent it from falling off, looking back up at Miss Stahl's pearly white smile. Her jet-black hair was done up in a nice ponytail, and it looked like she had spent some time doing her makeup as well from Kyle's judgement. The teen boy felt a little intimidated too seeing how she was slightly taller than him at 5'8". Even without her shoes she was still a hair taller than him.
"Right on time Kyle! Leave your shoes at the door, I'm just getting things set up on the dining table." She sauntered away from the entrance toward her kitchen, leaving him to gawk at her backside that seemed made her ass look even bigger than it did in school when he stole glances. Shaking his head, he refocused himself and toed his sneakers off, shutting the door as he slung his backpack off his shoulder and sat next to Miss Stahl's seat at the head of the table. He felt awkward sitting around doing nothing while his teacher prepped something in the kitchen, so he made himself busy by taking out his test along with his notebook he used for geometry.
Kyle glanced up when Miss Stahl reentered, smiling when he saw her holding a platter of chocolate chip cookies along with a pitcher of lemonade. "I figured if you didn't have any dinner before you came here, then you could use some snacks to hold you over until we're finished."
"Thanks Miss Stahl, you didn't have to but thank you."
"Nonsense, I'm not much of a cook myself so even if I had dinner available it would just be takeout food. Let me get you a glass." While Kyle looked over his test, he failed to notice Miss Stahl coming back from the kitchen with an already filled glass of lemonade, stirring the drink intensely as if she was mixing something else in it. Looking over his most egregious errors on the test, he thought nothing of her walking past him to the front door to deadbolt it with a solid thunk that echoed in the house.
Can't have anyone bursting unannounced, right? Kyle thought to himself.
Miss Stahl set his small glass down next to him, ice cubes clinking together as she took a seat and scooted her chair closer to him around the corner of the table. A whiff of her perfume hit his nose, flooding his nostrils as Kyle felt gooseflesh form along the back of his neck. It smelt so good, but he didn't want to make a comment about it. Even if she was flattered by it, it would be awkward as hell for the young teen to potentially flirt with a teacher at his high school in her own house.
"Now let's go over the section with the most mistakes, shall we?" Miss Stahl scooted her chair even closer, nearly touching shoulders with Kyle as she crossed her legs. The teen's eyes twitched as he barely resisted glancing down at the firm thighs entrapped by the tight jeans.
Hopefully we'll be done within an hour...
Kyle reached for his glass of lemonade, taking a few gulps to calm himself. Miss Stahl glanced at him while he drank, her face giving nothing away as she looked back at his test filled with red marks. "Let's take a look at problem thirteen, I can see where you were going with this, but you used the wrong method which is how your answer came out incorrectly." While Miss Stahl elaborated on his mistake, Kyle took the chance to snatch a cookie from the plate, feeling the wave of hunger in his stomach evaporate with every bite he took. He grabbed another one after wolfing down the first in record time.
Time seemed to drag slowly, but they were making good progress over his test. Miss Stahl turned out to be a great private tutor. She let him figure out his mistakes on his own, as well as constructing new problems for him to solve that had him realizing where he went wrong on the test. Maybe his Friday evening would turn out for the better.
Fifteen minutes into the session, however, Kyle noticed he felt a bit... off. His eyes blurred suddenly for half a second, and he assumed it was his body doing odd things the first time it happened. One minute later confirmed that it was more than just an `odd' happenstance. His eyes blurred once more; this time lasting longer as his vision seemed to grow hazy. He couldn't even feel it, but he heard the clatter of his pencil hitting the table.
"You okay Kyle?" a gentle hand laid upon his shoulder, and Kyle turned his head in what felt like slow motion towards his teacher. Her bright face became blurry for a moment, but he could still see that she was smiling at him.
"I'm... I'm not sure, must be tired." Kyle mumbled, not realizing he had slurred his speech slightly. Reaching for his lemonade once more, he took a few quick sips. Perhaps he was dehydrated. Setting it back down, he saw his hand turn into multiple blurred appendages as he began seeing multiple of himself. Taking deep slow breaths, Kyle felt his body begin to space out, like he was exiting out of his physical form. He was still very aware of Miss Stahl's delicate touch on his shoulder though, the black polish on her fingernails just barely visible.
"I think I need to... lay down Miss Stahl." He blurted out, his eyes beginning to sag as she continued rubbing his shoulder.
"Don't worry dear, I think I can help with that..." whatever she had said next became a mindless drone of white noise, that spacey feeling beginning to envelope Kyle's body.
I think I'm about to pass out... was his last thought before everything went dark.
When Kyle awoke, it took the boy a solid minute to orient himself. A wave of lightheadedness hit him when he opened his eyes, and the teen groaned as he shut them quickly. He spent the first few seconds blinking rapidly, his vision finally growing clearer as he saw himself staring at a ceiling light, the bulb slightly dimmed as the room held a darker shade.
Where am I... his memories were still forming, and he grew even more confused when he tried to wipe his eyes with his right hand.
He couldn't move it.
Kyle grew more awake upon feeling his hand meet resistance. It was tight, like his hand was stuck in a fixed position. Growing more alert, he shifted his body along the soft cushiony surface he laid on, feeling out his position as he tried to draw in his left hand. The teen quickly grew into a panic as his left hand was also stuck above him. With deep breaths transforming into pants, Kyle whipped his head around to where his right arm was stuck, and his heart nearly stopped.
A firm coil of black silk rope was cinched tight around his right wrist, the other end of the rope having trailed off somewhere beneath the top corner of the bed he laid in. Rotating his head to the other side in trepidation, the fear in Kyle's body grew at seeing his left hand in the same ordeal. He gave a firm yank, the ropes emitting a light creaking noise as he pulled hard, but there was barely any give. The boy's arms had barely moved a centimeter.
"What..." Kyle gasped, before his memories came crashing back to him.
I was at Miss Stahl's house! What happened? The teen was alarmed at his situation, half hoping it was a dream. But the ache in his wrists from yanking at the ropes told him otherwise. Now that he was fully awake, he glanced down to see that his socks and shirt were missing. Kyle's hairless chest was fully exposed, pecs flattening out from the stretch his arms were currently put in. He was at least somewhat relieved to see that he had his jeans on, and his feet were unbound.
Kyle's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps padding their way to the room he was currently trapped in. The teen was borderline hyperventilating now, scared shitless at whoever was about to come through the door across the room. To his shock and confusion, it was none other than Miss Stahl who appeared. She still wore the same outfit when she was tutoring him, but she had a different look on her face now. One that was very familiar to Kyle from the porn that he had watched in his private time.
It was a look of lust.