Dinner with his teacher

At approximately 7PM, Mark and Miss Fischer met up outside the restaurant of her choice. It was near the bay, very close to the water.

Seeing his teacher all dolled up was one hell of a sight that had his heart trying to leap out of his chest.

Miss Fischer had on this stunning black sparkly dress, almost as if she was attending a college formal. It was right around her hips, coming down just past her knees. The dress had shoulder straps but still showed skin in the best place possibly, her chest. The slight respectable hint of cleavage was still enough for Mark to wonder what he was getting himself into tonight.

Unsure whether to hug or not, he waited for his teacher to do the honours first. She greeted him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for organising this miss,” he said politely.

“Mark, we’re off school grounds, we don’t have to be so formal here, call me Jenna,” she told him.

He nodded, feeling a little bit nervous to be out for dinner at what looked to be a 5-star restaurant with his university teacher. It did however make him feel great inside, they made their way inside, Miss Fischer or Jenna as she told him to call her, grabbed onto his arm as they made their way inside.

It was just as fancy as google had suggested. They were seated by round the clock waiters, there by the table at any time for any need. Service done right.

They were seated near a giant glass window, having a great view of the harbour. It was nice for Miss Fischer to look at but Mark had a better view sitting right in front of him.

He admired the beauty she possessed, her make up was beautiful, it looked like she had spent over an hour getting it done. Her long hair beautiful curled and resting against her body.

Mark had to ask something, he had to confirm whether she knew his results, if he had really aced the exam. He asked her, praying for the right answer.

She put her glass of wine down to answer, “You didn’t ace it,” she said straight up.

It felt like she had gut punched him. There goes his chance of sex, his one chance to fuck her.

She continued though, “I had a look through everyone’s exam papers. Everyone performed terribly, don’t get me in trouble by spreading this around but we had a lot of students fail and do so very poorly.”

Mark waited for the but, there had to be a ‘but’ coming up, why else would she take him out for dinner.

As he expected, Miss Fischer delivered, “But... You’re going to have the best mark by far, a country mile Mark. You even did pretty well on that last question that had everyone stumped.”

“Ohhh so you were happy with my results then?” he asked, feeling the hairs of his legs underneath his pants rise, nervous for the answer.

She took another gulp of her wine, encouraging Mark to do the same.

“Yeah, yeah you can say I was impressed,” she said, “You want to know if you did enough for the deal to be fulfilled, yes?”

He nodded. Her lips that were covered in a subtle but very nicks looking lipstick, curled into a smile before she responded again. “Well all I can say is that my apartment door will be open tonight for someone to keep me company.”

Bingo! That was was enough confirmation to know that he was getting laid tonight. Mark grinned like an idiot which made his gorgeous teacher giggle.

As much as Mark wanted to just ditch dinner and go straight to the sex, he enjoyed spending time with his teacher, getting to know Jenna at a more personal level.

She was very much intrigued with his future, what he wanted to do after college and where he wanted to do it.

“Where do you see yourself in five to ten years,” she asked him.

That had him stumped, he was a smart kid but Mark had never really figured out what he wanted to do in the future. “I don’t really know to tell you the truth,” he said, unsure what more to say.

She took a sip of her wine before continuing, “Well you’re a very smart kid, your exam results show that. There’s no need to rush but just find your passion and go for it, you can do whatever you want Mark, I really believe that.”

They were encouraging words from a very beautiful woman. It made his heart melt, if the age difference was a little closer, maybe he’d pursue Jenna for real.

The night was nice, a special sort of nice. Maybe that had something to do with the place they were at but the company he had played a bigger role on why it was so enjoyable.

They sipped on wine over the course of dinner and beyond. Mark would have been a little bit more worried about the price of this dinner if he hadn’t have started to get so tipsy.

As they finally got out of their seats to leave, Mark accidentally stumbled. Miss Fischer put her hand to her mouth to cover a laugh as she watched the poor intoxicated guy struggle to stand without wobbling.

Knowing she had gotten him a little drunker than she thought, Jenna decided to pay the bill herself.

It was a gesture that was well worth remembering. But it was about to be overshadowed big time with what was to come.