Let's go!

Stepping into Susanne's role, you recall from the cascade of her memories that she has a "private lesson" with the German teacher—a clandestine affair that no one else knows about. You're filled with a mix of apprehension and intrigue, knowing that you're about to enter the most private and forbidden part of her life.

The school is nearly empty now, the hallways echoing with the quiet that comes after classes have ended. The fading light from the windows casts long shadows as you make your way to the designated classroom. Your heart beats in Susanne's chest, each step heavy with the gravity of what you're about to do.

You reach the classroom door, pausing for a moment to collect yourself. Susanne's memories guide your behavior, her feelings for the teacher, the nervous flutter that comes with this secret rendezvous. You take a deep breath and knock softly.

The door opens, and there he stands—the German teacher. He's young for a teacher, not much older than the students he teaches, which perhaps contributed to the blurring of lines that should have remained clear. His face breaks into a smile as he sees you, and he ushers you inside with a familiarity that confirms the intimacy of their relationship.

As the classroom door closes behind you, sealing you and the German teacher in a shared silence, you feel Susanne's heart rate quicken. The small room, usually a space for learning and discipline, transforms into a clandestine cocoon where forbidden emotions unfold between student and teacher.

The teacher, Mr. Weber, is an attractive man with a scholarly air about him that's accentuated by the faint lines of early worry around his eyes. He's well-dressed, in a fitted shirt that speaks of a casual elegance, and as he speaks to you, his eyes hold a warmth that goes beyond the typical teacher-student dynamic.

He begins the lesson with a pretext of reviewing a German text, but his teaching is punctuated with long, lingering looks that are charged with unspoken words. His hand reaches out, ostensibly to point out a sentence in the book, but his fingers brush against yours, sending an electric current through Susanne's skin—a sensation that you, through her body, feel acutely.

The air between you two is thick with tension, each breath shared in the quiet room becoming part of the dance of desire. Mr. Weber's voice drops to a murmur as he leans in closer, discussing the nuances of German poetry, but the lesson on language is quickly becoming a lesson in the language of the body.

You can feel Susanne's memories guiding you, her attraction to him, her inner turmoil over the ethics of this relationship, and the thrill it provides. When his hand covers yours, not in pretense but in intention, you don't pull away. Instead, Susanne's instincts take over, and her hand turns to interlock fingers with his.

He smiles, a knowing, shared smile that acknowledges the step beyond propriety you've both taken. With his free hand, he gently guides your chin upward, and his face moves closer to yours. You can feel his breath, warm and slightly quickened, brushing against your lips before he closes the final distance, pressing his mouth to Susanne's in a kiss that is both tender and filled with pent-up longing.

The kiss deepens, and you're swept up in it, the pressure of his lips insistent against yours, telling a story of forbidden meetings and stolen moments. His hand releases yours and finds its way to Susanne's cheek, caressing it softly, while the other slides around her waist, pulling her closer.

You respond to his touch with a mixture of your own burgeoning curiosity and Susanne's practiced responses. Her body moves against his with a familiarity born of previous encounters, her arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading through his hair.

As you kiss, the world outside the classroom fades away. There is only the sound of two hearts beating rapidly, the quiet rustle of clothing as you move closer to one another, and the soft sighs that escape between connected lips. You're no longer just Lasse in Susanne's skin; you're living her moment, her secret, her passion.