The Convention—Drinks and the shared room

Vi is sure it was intentional on her teacher's part; ever the gentleman, he woke up well before her, showered, and left the room for her to use at her leisure as he went down to the hotel restaurant for a buffet breakfast, leaving her a small note.

{letter signed "Juan"}

Good morning,

I'll see you at the conference; I'll be at the panel on engaging students beyond the classroom.

Totally get it if that seems less interesting to you!

Best,

{endletter}

“Well. I have the room to myself.” She strips down to nothing and paces around the room, enjoying a stripped-back version of her usual morning routine without her pretty teacher.

“It’s the little things.” She murmurs, looking past the shower curtain into the hotel room, grinning at the ability to leave the bathroom door wide open.

There’s no time for the pool today, or even a quick visit to the beach. Vi floated the idea for the later afternoon yesterday to Mr Ramirez, hoping that after seeing her in her swimsuit, he would take another excuse to see it again, but to her dismay—he knocked the idea back, his reasoning weighted between the fact that there were too many panels he wanted to see and participate in, as well as catching up with some old colleagues. Which Vi picked up would mean she probably shouldn’t be there for, lying to his old friends and colleagues about her identity, clearly a step too far for him. And the weather was a bit worse today; the clouds came out to play and blocked the sun's rays.

Staring at her body all day yesterday doesn’t seem like a step too far, however. Which Vi is very excited for.

Vi settles down on the aisle in one of the hosting theatre halls, only a few rows, maybe 6–7, a small table set up on the stage, other attendees slowly filtering in. The topic of this small lecture is ‘the importance of physical health and education’.

Oh right. She thinks. He doesn’t know the lore. She types out a long message explaining what's happening and that she’s not technically a student for this event, but a student-teacher.

Erik clutches his phone back in his dorm, ruminating on the guilt and shame for not informing Vi about what happened, overcompensating by asking her to really push it with Juan, as much as she can.

Vi looks up as the host for the event gives the 2-minute warning before they start.

She tucks her phone back into her bag.

The setting sun marks the end of the day's activities; there are a few convention-hosted drinks and social activities, but Vi opts for the coed young teacher group heading out on a small club crawl.

She’s not boring, so of course she’s going to do some drinking, but she doesn’t know these people or this little beachside city, so she’s not going to get drunk, just a light buzz.

She gave Juan a heads-up that she’s going to get dressed after pleading with him to join her, but he turns her down again; Vi a little bit surprised din how firm he's holding on this. Pointing out again, they've drank together before. She suspects that it's really the presence of teachers he doesn't know. He retreats into the bathroom to give her the privacy to change.

And his intention was pure; it was to be a gentleman. It’s not his fault the door didn’t close properly, and after playing on his phone for a moment, he decides to check himself out in the bathroom mirror; through the crack, he can see her.

Sitting on the bed, almost completely naked, his breath catches; he knows he should look away, maybe even subtly close the door all the way, but he can’t tap into that side of him- nothing but a red lacy strapless bra donned on his student's body, her breasts jiggling, threatening to spill out with the effort of pulling her boots on.

The subtle muscles in her toned thighs rippling as she puts her foot down, looking at her dress, the small cute expression on her face when she realises that she’s dressing in the dumbest order.

He keeps watching as she stands up, turned away, thankfully? Her round butt facing him, her back arching as she bends over to grab her dress.

That’s when he snaps his face away, blushing with his hand over his mouth, his other hand subconsciously down on his crotch. But even then, he can’t stay away for long, turning back and watching through the mirror. Now she has a black pair of panties on, not bothering to match them on this occasion. She pulls the dress up around her legs, pushing her arms through the sleeves, and watches much too closely as she looks down at her chest, reaching up to adjust herself.

He looks away again when she looks towards the bathroom, calling out to him. “I’m decent!”

She puts a hand on her hip as he steps out, slinging her small brown handbag over her shoulder, giving him a small, cheeky spin as she cocks her head to the side. “Well? How do I look?”

He knows he should keep it professional; he knows, deep inside, judging by the way he digs his fingers into his thigh, the movement hidden by the fact that his hands are in his pockets, he knows he should keep the compliment surface level; he knows, realistically, he shouldn’t compliment her at all. But as his eyes glide over her, he doesn’t understand how he can’t say something.

“You look very good.” He manages, his professionalism barely winning out.

“Thank you!” She sticks her tongue out playfully. “Does my outfit change your mind on joining me? Doesn’t it just scream ‘fun’?”

Juan chuckles, using it as an excuse to check her out again, but he resists, shaking his head. “No, no. You have your fun. I’ll hold down the fort.”

She shrugs and holds out her phone. “Can you put your number in, please? Just in case I need a knight in shining armour tonight.”

Juan peers at her phone. That’s like… Student-teacher relations' biggest no… Apart from the obvious. But he should, right, just in case she needs a pick-up or something. He sighs as he grabs the phone. “Emergencies only, okay?”

She nods, tilting her head innocently. “Well yeah, what were you thinking?”

He sighs and chuckles, his face burning, handing her phone back to her. “Be safe.”

She flutters her eyelashes, a warm thrill spreading though her chest at his words, hitting a lot harder for the daddy issues wrought girl than expected. “Yes, sir.”

You would think that the slutty, playful and teasing Vi would have gotten herself into some trouble, sent something back for Erik to enjoy (which she did), but honestly, her focus for this weekend was and is Juan. Apart from some light teasing and dancing, she worked with her new teacher friends to score some free drinks. Vi could almost be convinced that being a teacher would be a fun career path.

Honestly, they were a bit too good at scoring free drinks; the most she had to give away was a bit of dancing with a man pressed up against her, but this group of girls in this young teacher group were vigilant about making sure the man got scared off by their brazenness. It was genuinely very fun for her. But as a result, she ended up drinking a little bit more than she expected. She was still in control of herself, of course, but on the way home in the rideshare. She scrolls through her phone, rereading her texts with Erik from earlier that day.

“Get into his bed…” She whispers to herself, the other teachers all too focused on not throwing up to really pay attention to her soft speaking. She thought it would’ve been a bit more fun to get him to pick her up, but these women were a bit too responsible to leave her alone, which was nice, of course.

It’s a bold move; it’s a risky one. But maybe it’ll be a push. Some slight physical contact could put another small but significant straw on his back.

She opens the door to her shared room. It’s sweet; he left a small light on for her, and his phone sits on the pillow next to his head. He’s fast asleep; she feels a bit bad about waking him, a part of her thinking maybe to take today off and keep pushing tomorrow, but the tipsy part of her slams the door behind her, and she commits to the bit when she sees his eyes flutter.

She exaggerates her level of drunkenness, stumbling across the room, tossing her handbag onto the kitchenette bench. She staggers into the bathroom, quickly peeing and brushing her teeth (she hates having bad breath). She undoes the zip on the back of her dress as she totters back into the main room. A quick, subtle glance in his direction, she can see his eyes half open, keeping an eye on her in case she falls over and hurts herself.

‘What a sweetie.’

She pauses, nervous, looking at his back; she closes her eyes and ‘stumbles’, sitting on the edge of his bed. She yawns, stretching her arms above her head. She can see his muscles tense up, waiting to see what happens next, likely not wanting to embarrass her because of her ‘mistake.’

So she swings her legs onto the bed, yawning and stretching out again, her feet brushing against his legs, the muscle in his calves tightening. She sighs softly, giggling to herself as she puts her head down on the bed.

‘Moment of truth.’

She scoots towards him, her breasts pressing into his back as she bends her knees comfortably, one hand underneath her hair as she inhales deeply.

‘His back is shockingly muscular.’

She presses with a bit more force into his back, her thighs rubbing against his as she yawns, soft, teasing sighs right into the back of his head. Already lasting longer than she expected.

“Vi…”

“Hmm?” She responds softly, playing the role of a sleepy young woman.

“You’re in my bed.”

Vi pauses dramatically, using it as an excuse to play the clumsy role. She puts a hand on his back, then his arms, then scoots back and quickly jumps off the bed.

A bit too quickly, she’s right on the precipice of being drunk rather than tipsy. She stumbles, for real, catching herself on the wall.

The noise causes Juan to turn in the bed, satisfied that she’s not in it anymore anyway. “Vi!? You okay?” He asks.

She nods, gingerly sitting down on the edge of her bed, smiling to herself, actually needing a moment to collect herself.

She looks up and finds him looking at her, his eyes not on her face, caught again; his eyes snap up, and he stammers, clutching the blanket against him a bit tighter. “You okay?”

She nods slowly, blinking slowly; she can’t lie to herself; the alcohol-induced sleepiness has started to hit her. “Yeah… Drank more than I thought I would.”

“Did you drink water?” He asks with concern.

She giggles and nods, shivering at the parental like concern for her, “Aww, worried about me? Don’t you worry! I did.” She laughs as she lets herself fall onto the bed, eyes fixed on him, separated by just the small space between the beds.

He nods, his eyes snapping down her chest, and then her legs, her thighs idly rubbing together as she feels around the bed with one hand, looking for the blanket. “Sir, did I wake you?” She asks.

He shakes his head. Such a gentleman. “No, I was half awake, just in case you needed a lift.”

“Aww. Thank you. Well. We can sleep now.” She says sleepily, covering her mouth with her hand, stretching her body just a little bit more.

“Right… Sleep.” He smiles softly.

She nods and turns her body, giving him a view of the thong riding up her ass. She feels under her pillow and finds her pyjamas. She looks over her shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Oh my god! Pyjamas! I was a few seconds away from sleeping completely naked.”

Juan blushes, caught again staring at his student, this time not at her chest, obviously. “Right… Well. That wouldn’t be good,” he chuckles softly. “Should probably put those… on…” He smiles softly and turns away, clutching his eyes shut, doing his absolute best to slow his heart rate, his hand right on his hard erection, barely resisting looking over this shoulder to look at her again, failing completely to erase the images of Vi in his head.