Late to class

“…as you all finish up with your essays-” Sofia Torres turned to face Kyle as he entered his English classroom. There was a sudden silence as the people in his class stared at him. A few of them snickered.

Samantha Jennings was one of them. She had an almost smug smile on her face as she watched him from her seat. The dark-skinned girl leaned forward slightly, giving Kyle an eyeful of her cleavage. Her eyes, however, regarded him coldly.

What exactly is her fucking problem with me?

Ms. Torres glanced at the clock and raised her eyebrows.

“Mr. Mitchell. You’re a little late," she said. There was little heat to her words, however. If anything, she seemed somewhat amused by his tardiness.

She probably thinks I'm starting to succumb to senioritis.

Kyle had to bite his lip to prevent his eyes from wandering downwards and scooping up the ripe image of Ms. Torres’ well-endowed feminine form. She wore a tight white blouse and one of those thin pencil skirts she was known for among the male student body. They did little to mask the sheer weight of her sizable breasts of the curvature of her wide hips that gave way to delicious bubble butt that jiggled ever so nicely whenever she wrote on the white board. Her silky black hair was done up in a cute bun behind her head.

He summoned the Dialogue Menu and watched as time froze. The ambient chatter in the room and from the hallway ceased, replaced with an eerie silence.

Sofia Torres (220 Agreeableness Points)

Kyle raised his metaphorical eyebrows.

220, huh? That’s… that seems like a lot. I’ve only really known Ms. Torres for this year. Hm. Maybe she appreciates students who do really well in her class. Anyway, let’s see what kind of options we have available.

<1> Yeah, I know. Sorry about that, Ms. Torres.

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<20> Well, I can certainly say I didn’t mean to be late. I wouldn’t want to miss seeing your beautiful face, after all. (Debuff – Scholastic Impropriety <100 Points>)

Haha okay. I wish it were just me and Sofia in the classroom so I could explore my options with her without being discovered. I guess it’s not surprising that there’d be a debuff applied for any dialogue option that violated the sanctity of the teacher-student relationship. I wonder if such a debuff would apply to any of those teachers you hear about in the news getting caught sleeping with their students?

He sighed mentally.

Anyway, do I dare choose that option? I have enough AP with her to make it work, but I don’t know how everyone else will react. Best play it safe for now and see if I can hit her with the more spicy options when we’re alone.

He selected the option and braced himself as time resumed.

The gorgeous Latina smiled at him.

“You're usually on time, so I'll let it go for today," she glanced over at her classroom. Several desks had been pushed together. "We were just going over last minute questions regarding the final essays before we break up into groups of two to brainstorm your theses. Why don’t you have a seat next to Ms. Jennings over there since she doesn’t have anyone to work with.”

Kyle couldn’t help but smile back at her. His heart skipped a beat.

Then he realized that his teacher had told him to go sit next to Samantha Jennings, one of Danielle’s close friends who apparently disliked him.

Why am I not surprised she doesn't have anyone to work with?

He nodded and turned towards the rest of the class to find most of them chatting amongst themselves. The attention he'd earned for being late to class had died off when Ms. Torres let him off the hook.

Samantha glared at him when he sat in the seat next to her. She crossed her arms, forcing her beautiful black breasts to nearly tumble from the top of her cleavage.

Through sheer **** of will, Kyle kept his eyes focused on hers, his grays gazing into her deep, maple browns. His cock hardened with arousal as he imagined himself forcing the obnoxious girl to **** on his cock, her spittle drooling helplessly past her lips as her defeated eyes worshiped him reverently.

“What are you staring at?” she whispered to him. The two of them were sat on the side of the room away from the door, next to the windows. They were relatively isolated and thus escaped the gazes of the rest of the class.

He smiled at her in a way that only a person who knew he was untouchable could smile.

Samantha Jennings (9 Agreeableness Points)

Kyle stared at the girl’s frozen face, delighting in the subtle indignation in her fiery eyes. The imperiousness with which she looked down on him from a position of unknowing powerlessness.

This is Danielle’s friend. She called me a nerd, yet she goes to the same tryhard AP English class I do. What’s her deal?

His eyes fell to Samantha’s breasts. They were gargantuan and smooth and beautiful. It was a miracle or curse that they could somehow be constrained by the tight outfit the dark-skinned girl wore. She’d never really caught his eye before today, but he could appreciate her sheer voluptuousness now. It was then that he decided that he wanted to have her.

Every woman had been easily commanded via the Dialogue Menu due to the high amount of Agreeableness Points he had with each. That wouldn’t be the case with Samantha, and it would likely be a long time before he got anywhere with her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get started today.

<1> You, of course.

<1> What do you think?

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<100> I’m staring at your tits, Samantha.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much gray in one place before.

Cheekily, he chose the first option that popped up.

Samantha stared – actually stared at him for a minute or so. Neither of them paid any attention to Ms. Torres talking about their essays.

“Hmph. That was kind of stupid of me to ask, in retrospect,” the girl said finally. “So what do you think about the final essays? I assume you’re not worried about how you’ll do.”

Kyle quirked an eyebrow and triggered the Dialogue Menu, quickly selecting an option.

Samantha Jennings (10 Agreeableness Points)

<1> What makes you say that?

She glared at him and shifted slightly in her seat. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed to stop his eyes from being drawn to the way her large breasts wobbled.

Fuck, I really wish the Menu would let me keep moving while time was stopped. I’d stuff my face between those tits and just relax there for a while.

“You really have no idea, do you?” she murmured. Her lips twitched upwards slightly. “Everyone knows you’re the ‘smartest’ student in class. Hell, our entire year. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were named valedictorian.”

Kyle shook his head.

I mean, sure, that’s nice and all, but who really gives a shit about being valedictorian? I just want to be done with high school.

“But I don’t care really about any of that,” he shook his head.

Samantha glared at him. Her eyes were hard and angry.

“Danielle does. She can't stop bringing up how 'smart' you are and how you helped her pass her calculus class. 'Oh, Kyle helped me with this. Kyle saved my scholarship. Kyle's the best thing since sliced bread.' It's really annoying,” she said. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

He raised his eyebrows.

"I don't think Danielle would actually say anything like that. It just seems like you're really bothered by the fact that I tutored her. But why? Shouldn't you be happy your friend is doing well now?"

The dark-skinned girl clammed up immediately. She narrowed her eyes angrily at him and refused to say another word.

He sighed. It seemed he'd stumbled on a piece of drama that something to do with him. Would it affect his growing relationship with Danielle? He didn't want that to happen, but alienating her friends seemed like it would be an easy way to accomplish that. He couldn't afford to have Samantha be more angry with him than she already was.

Actually, with enough time and patience, I can make Samantha like me. Heh. Wouldn't it be interesting if I turned her from my harshest critic into one of my biggest supporters?

He brought up the Menu again.

Samantha Jennings (11 Agreeableness Points)

He noticed a few more options had opened to him since he’d first started talking with Samantha. One in particular stood out to him.

<10> Lean towards me and stay that way for a little while.

Kyle would have grinned if he could. He remembered when he’d had his mother do something similar. He wished he’d gotten more time to feel her up in the morning.

I should have Mom all to myself after I’m done at Jim’s. Dad won’t be home until late again. I wonder how far I’ll be able to go with with her tonight.

He selected the option and time resumed.

Samantha nodded at him. The anger in her eyes seemed to have diminished somewhat.

“Hm. Yeah, I can do that I guess.”

And so, just like that, a girl who seemingly disliked him leaned towards him in her seat. Any rational person would have known that she was essentially giving him free reign to stare down her blouse. His eyes caught her expansive black cleavage that her low-cut top did nothing to hide. Her big breasts jiggled as she moved towards him.

He wondered what she’d say if she knew what he’d just made her do.

“Kyle and Samantha. How are you two doing?” Sofia Torres nearly walked between them.

Kyle glanced up at her, tracing her deliciously voluptuous body as he did so.

“We’re good, Ms. Torres,” Kyle said. He glanced over at Samantha to see if she had anything to add, but she shook her head. She kept leaning forward, however, and it was incredibly difficult for him not to stare at her huge breasts.

I wonder how it’d feel if she wrapped them around my cock.

He’d never gotten a titjob, nor met anyone who did to his knowledge. But it was definitely something he wanted to try.

How could I not after seeing Mom in the shower?

“I’m glad to hear it! Do you two have any questions about the assignment? Remember, my door’s always open if you need any help,” the Latina smiled, showing perfectly white teeth. Her lips were red and plump and he caught a flash of her tongue. He so dearly wished those lips were wrapped around his cock.

“T-thanks, Ms. Torres.”

I should definitely take her up on her open door policy. That sounds like a good way to be alone with her and test the waters of what I’m capable of so to speak. And shit, why am I talking to her normally when I could be using the Menu?

Sofia Torres (221 Agreeableness Points)

<1> Let me stay after class.

Hm. I wonder if this would actually guarantee me a one on one session with her. She said she had an open door policy, so it stands to reason that someone else could just walk in, right?

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<50> I actually have a really big favor to ask, Ms. Torres. It’s about the final assignment. Would it be possible for us to meet one-on-one today?

No debuff. That’s probably because it’s framed as a question. Still, that leaves her open to say “no.” And there’s no telling how Samantha would react. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

He selected the option and time resumed.

Ms. Torres blinked and furrowed her brows curiously. She crossed her arms over chest, pushing her big breasts upward.

"I suppose. Meet me after class and we can discuss this further. It's not usually my policy to have closed door meetings with students, but for you I can make an exception. Just don't go spreading it around," Ms. Torres winked at him before walking off. Her juicy bubble butt swayed and jiggled as she moved towards another group of students.