He takes her home.

"OK, Mom," James said. "Have fun but be safe."

"My safe word is asparagus," she said, and winked at him, then scurried away.

"I guess I should be happy my parents found a way to keep their marriage interesting," he said, shaking his head, then grinned. It was pretty cool that his parents were swingers.

"I'm going to take you home, Mirei," he told his former teacher. "That's okay with you, isn't it?"

"Iss fine with me!" she exclaimed. "Yer m'fava."

"Let me help you to my car," he said. "You're too drunk to walk."

And she was. It took several tries to even get her out of the kitchen as she staggered and stumbled even with his support.

"I guess i could pick you up and carry you," he said at last.

"Thasa good izeea," she said. "I'm too drunsawalk!

James wasn't exactly buff, but Mirei was fairly slight. He scooped her up in his arms and discovered he could, indeed, pick her up and carry her. Mirei giggled and nuzzled his neck.

"Yer so srong!" she said.

"Yeah, I...I work out," he said. "I can carry you, no problem at all!"

He was so glad all his hours in the gym had paid off. Lifting his former teacher was nothing!

"Let's get you home safe," he said. "You can remember your address, right?"

"Right!" she said. "1455 Kenshington, aparmen 105."

"Great," he said. "I can find that."

He was going to look it up on his phone, but he realized finding it would be easy.

"Looks like Mirei won the prize!" Mrs. Sanders said as he carried the wasted teacher to the door. "Pfff! It's not fair! Us old, dumpy ladies need dick too!"

"Oh don't say that, Mrs. Sanders," he said, not wanting to hurt her feeling. "You're gorgeous!"

And she was!

"Well aren't you sweet to say so," she said with a throaty chuckle. "Any chance you might let the lush sleep it off here? I'll make it worth your while!"

"I...I promised Mrs....I mean, Mirei," he stammered, flabbergasted by the sudden change in Mrs. Sanders. "I need to get her home safe."

And he did need to do that, as tempting as the new Mrs. Sanders looked.

"Well, I guess that's true," Mrs. Sanders agreed. "But I reeeealy hope you come to our next party! Or even better, come by tomorrow afternoon! Sam will be golfing and I just get so lonely!"

"I... I'll keep you company tomorrow afternoon," he agreed.

"I'll make sure you enjoy yourself," she promised, and flashed her tits, which looked incredible compared to what the lone tit she had shown him on his way in.

He staggered out of the house with his wasted geometry teacher. She was as easy to carry as ever, but the implications of what seemed to be happening were staggering. He had called Mrs. Sanders gorgeous just to be nice, but now she could be a MILF pornstar! How was that possible?

The gift.... he remembered the gift.... the impossible gift he had gotten just before his mom had called him. Cslled him from what he had jokingly called their drunken orgy... only to find it was a drunken orgy...

This couldn't possibly be happening, could it? He almost said "This is impossible" but stopped himself at the last moment.

"This is totally happening!" he said out loud, just in case.

"s'oally happing!" the drunk woman in his arms agreed.

James grinned. She'd probably just been tipsy when his mom had called. His words had gotten her wasted.

"You're not going to puke in my car, right Mirei?" he said. "It's a brand new red Tesla Model S."

James grinned at the shinny vehicle parked where he had left his beat up Camry as his drunk teacher promised not to puke in it.

"Issa really prizzy car," she said as he buckled her into the passenger seat.

"And it's the same color of red as your dress," he said, thrilling as her dress changed color. "I meant to compliment you on that dresd, by the way. You must be very confident to wear something that shows off so much skin."

The newly-red garment lost most of its fabric and James was graced with much more than a glimpse of side boob. Mirei giggled and shrugged, quite confident in her ability to wear such a dress. James nearly jumped on her right then and there, but he had promised to get her home safe.

But he didn't need to dilly dally doing it.

"I can safely drive you home at maximum speed without being stopped by law enforcement or traffic signals," he bragged to his wasted passenger.

"Yayl" she said.

"You're one of those ladies that gets really turned on by driving fast, aren't you Mirei?" he said as he pulled the car out onto the street.

"Oh yeah!" she confessed. "Big time!"

James accelerated. Mirei squirmed.

"Oh God, thish car is so hot!" she exclaimed.

"I can tell you need to masturbate, Mirei," he said as they zoomed onto the freeway, traffic parting before them like the Red Sea. "That's fine. Just don't come yet."

Her fingers dove under the tiny length of fabric that covered her twat snd she commenced to frig herself silly as James effortlessly maneuvered his new car.

Her home wasn't far and James knew exactly how to find it. They arrived in just a few minutes, but by the time they got there, the hem of her dress was up around her hips, her hair was in her face and het left tit was out.

"You're just a hot mess, aren't you Mirei?" he observed as he shut off the car.

"I'ma hawmess," she agreed.

"You must be so glad I volunteered to take you home," he said. "I know I am!"

"Yer my fava studenz," she reminded him. "Oh fuck, drunsan horny! Susha hawmess!"

"I'll get you home safe, Mirei," he said as he effortlessly lifted her out of the car. "And I'll give you what you need once we're inside."