At home

Once inside the house you frantically grabbed the phone out of your purse. It scares you more than a little at how easy you have come to see it as your purse. Forgetting about that for the moment you check the phone to see if you missed a call or text. Nothing.

You sigh and take a moment to look around the house. It's a cute one floor home. Your host body was neat if nothing else. You set your purse down and explore the house, mainly since you have no plan.

Soon you find yourself in the bedroom of your teacher. You feel wrong for being here, but at the same time you can't deny a thrill from being there. A glimpse of yourself catches your eye in the mirror above her dresser. You stare at your reflection, oddly aroused and excited by the sight of yourself, but also weirdly self conscious. You always thought of your teacher as hot, but now you can't help but wonder if your breasts are too small or your hips too wide. Plus you dislike how the skirt suit makes you look older.

You stop yourself, suddenly aware that you're critiquing your outfit. "What the hell?" You mutter, still shocked when you hear your voice. Leaving the bedroom, and the temptation to snoop, you head to the kitchen.

Pausing to double check that the phone is set to ring should you get a call or text, you make way to the fridge. Usually you eat when you get home from school, having a snack before your mother gets home and makes dinner. Looks like you'll be coking tonight. Staring in the open refrigerator, a bottle of wine catches your eye.

Up until now you were an eighteen year old male, too young to drink according to the laws of your country. Now, however, not only were you legal, but you were supplied as well. You had sampled **** before, but nothing excessive. If there was ever a time that you needed a drink though, it was now. You examine the wine, debating if you should have any. It might be wise to keep a clear head, but you don't really have any plan other than waiting for whoever to call you back so you can figure this out. With no real plan, that bottle seems to be calling out even louder.