About that phone number?

I laid in my bed fantasying about Ms. DeCook's slender body along with her glistening tits. I reached down to my slowly erecting cock, reimagining that wonderful kiss, her soft lips, and the taste of her sweet lipstick. While reaching down to my pants I felt something rough in my pockets, it was the piece of paper that Ms. DeCook had given to me with her number and address on it.

I eagerly reached for my phone and typed in the numbers on the paper I stood there nervously waiting for Ms. DeCook to answer. I couldn't believe what was happening I could feel my heart beat with that heavy feeling at the back of your neck until finally my phone ringed back.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hi, this is Kong from school"

"Oh hi Kong, what's the occasion"

"Nothing really Ms. DeCook, I just called for the that 'favor' the other day"

"Umm... yeah just let me clean up first, you can head over now if you want"

Stunned by what I had just heard my heart went racing I couldn't comprehend what just happened. I snatched my keys and speeded over to Ms. DeCook.