Home visit.

The summer sun beams down as I stand in front of a somewhat fancy and lavish double-storey house. I look around the street.

This cannot be Professor money, right? The houses on this street are absurd. I knock on the door.

The lock clicks and the door swings inwards. Mrs Revers stands, a simple, tight black camisole stretched around her breasts, a cardigan hanging over her shoulders and a pair of simple grey track pants. I wasn’t expecting lingerie, but I feel…. Disappointed?

“Mr Doe." She smiles warmly. "Welcome. You just missed Marcus, he just left, did you see him?”

What a strange question. I shake my head, “Uh, nah, I didn’t.”
She shrugs and stands aside to let me in.
She leads me through the living room and past the kitchen, where a man is fiddling with a laptop
“Honey, this is one of my students. Erik This is Leon. My wonderful husband.” Mrs Revers says as she walks past, not bothering to slow down.

Leon, or I suppose, Mr Revers turns and smiles before nodding toward his wife, “Nice to meet you. You should catch up with her.”

I smile and pick up the pace as Mrs Revers turns into a hallway and into a separate room. From behind me, the fair-skinned man scoffs softly. He’s not an unattractive man, about my height, with black hair, friendly if not a bored downward slant to his eyes, and a small scar below his left eye.

I enter what I assume to be Mrs Revers' study room… I feel a shiver go up my spine. The air is warm in here, the textbook for my class on the floor, face down, as if pushed off the desk in a hurry, and both of the chairs pushed out just a bit too far away to be useful. I swallow, my throat feeling tight.

Mrs Revers grabs a chair and pulls it close, grabs the book from the floor, reaches for a shelf above the sleeping laptop and produces a clear sleeve with my exam in it.

“Sit, Mr Doe. Let’s go through the exam, shall we?”

I try and focus, I really do, but my mind is elsewhere, mostly her breasts, every single time she focuses on the paper, pointing something out to me, my eyes drop to her chest. My mind betrays me when I should be focusing on finance.

Why was the room just that bit messier, the book on the floor? The chairs pushed out? Was Marcus leaning against the desk? Mrs Revers was finishing what they had started in her office, or did Marcus hoist her onto the desk? My eyes drop to the desk, looking for any sort of clue.

“So, you did exceptionally well, you and Marcus both blew my expectations out of the water, and for that you get a reward.” She holds a finger up, her face conveying to me not to get too excited. “Unfortunately, Marcus did do better than you, by 3% so he got the ‘extra’ reward.” She smirks and leans an arm on the desk, looking at me inquisitively, “What would you like for your reward?”

Animal instinct takes over, “I want to grab them.”
She smiles, “So predictable.” She glances down at her chest, “Go on then.”
I reach forward slowly, my fingers touching her first, before my palms meet her shirt. I exhale, biting my lip.
“Make the most of this, Mr Doe.”

I nod, kneading softly, her flesh is malleable, soft and firm, so full, I press a finger against the mound of a nipple, Mrs Revers breathes intakes sharply.

I hear a click behind me. Did the door just open? I try and let go and look behind me. But before I can, Mrs Revers grabs my wrist and shakes her head, “It's okay, keep going, I’m watching the door.”

I knead more, my cock erect in my pants, I see her eyes drop to the tent formed in between my legs, she coos encouragement, “That’s it, Mr Doe, keep being a good student for me and you get good rewards, don’t you agree?”

I nod, my face inching closer, by pure instinct.

I look up, trying to find consent for what I’m about to do, but Mrs Revers' eyes are on the door, she winks as she looks past me and nods before grabbing me by the back of my head and pulling my face into her cleavage.

I moan, both hands now holding her breasts, pushing them together as I rub my face in between the flesh, the smell of her lavender perfume melts my senses.

A part of me would be content in dying there, but eventually Mrs Revers tugs me off and sits me back in the chair. She smiles and puts her hands neatly back in her lap, that sultry air of professionalism returning to her.

“I think that concludes our review, Mr Doe.”

She holds the door open for me. Mr Revers is nowhere to be seen on my exit. I turn to her, the sun on the back of my neck.

“Mrs Revers.”
“Yes?”
“Can I ask what Marcus’s extra reward was?”
She smirks and shakes her head. “You may not.”
“But...” I start.
“I’ll put it plainly for you. Think of this as a race with Marcus. You’re currently one place behind. Do better than him on a quiz? You’re back on level terms. You get the reward he got.”

My hands tighten around the car keys in my pocket.
“Do better twice in a row?” She grins, “Well, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”
“Drive home safe, Mr Doe.”
“You too.”
She stifles a laugh at my reply and closes the door.