Maybe next time..?

Alex snuggled into Ms. Bichir during the ride, content to cuddle without speaking. Ms. Bichir, for her part, reciprocated the embrace as much as possible without impairing her driving. After a short time, Ms. Bichir extricated herself from her lover's grasp and reached over to the radio.

"Do you mind if I play some music?"

Alex, still half-asleep from the warmth of her teacher's embrace, could only manage a "mmmm" in affirmation.

Fortunately, Alex was quickly roused from her daze as guitars and screaming started blasting from the speakers. Shocked, Alex sat up straight in the seat and looked to the woman beside her. Much to her surprise, instead of seeing her teacher cringing and covering her ears, as she felt like doing, she saw her bouncing along to the music and mouthing something.

"Is this a joke?" Alex practically yelled so she could be sure she was audible over the song. Ms. Bichir turned down the volume and turned towards her, puzzled.

"What do you mean? I know this is prude world music, but I think it's really great!"

Alex started to back away, tears starting to well in her eyes. "No, there's no way. This must be some prank by Pat."

Ms. Bichir started to pull over to the side of the road, and said, "No, Alex, I promise you this is real" as she lay her hand on Alex's thigh to comfort her.

Alex looked up at her teacher with wet eyes and whispered, "You promise?"

Ms. Bichir nodded and smiled, and Alex began to cry in earnest, tears rolling silently down her cheeks.

Parking the car, Ms. Bichir moved over to where Alex was sitting and pulled her into her chest, patting her hair and saying, "It's okay, Alex, I'm here. Are you okay?"

Alex looked up at her teacher and started to say, "I'm sorry, it's just — I came here three days ago, and, just, everything, I mean, It's been — I've been able to have sex as much as I liked, I've met so many amazing people, including," and here Alex coughed a little out of embarrassment, "including my wonderful, beautiful, sexy, confident perfect teacher, and I guess some part of me just thought that this all must have been a dream, or a prank, or... just, not real, I guess, and now that I've found out you like this music, it means you aren't perfect. It means you're real, and I'm just crying because of how happy I am about that."

Now it was Ms. Bichir's turn to cry, smiling sadly as Alex looked up at her. As she took Alex's face in her hands, Alex searched her eyes and thought back to what she'd said earlier that day. If you keep saying things like that to me...

Collecting herself with a jolt, Ms. Bichir bit her lip and turned to Alex.

"Would you like to join us for dinner tonight?"