They have a chat after class.

Author's Note: I just wanted to say a quick thank you for the 500+ likes. I'm glad you're all enjoying this story. I know it has been a bit of a slow start, so thanks for sticking with it. I promise things will start to pick up after a few more chapters. Plus, I have a kind of bonus to say thank you for your support. I hope you enjoy the rest of what I have planned.

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Having learned his lesson Mason chose to turn off the Oh, You Tease perk a few minutes before class ended. That may have annoyed Lilith a bit, but he really needed to let himself go soft (even if he might miss out on some silver.) But he didn't second guess himself. Especially when Luxuria's messages reminded him exactly why he wanted to lose his hard-on.

You ogled Zoey Bailey again! Hopefully, she wears something hotter next time! You earned 100 silver for Zoey Bailey!

Zoey Bailey caught you checking out her ass! Hope she realizes what a lucky girl she is! You earned 200 silver for Zoey Bailey!

Now Mason didn't know a ton about Ms. Bailey. The blonde woman tended to not talk about her personal life much. But it was hard to spend as much time together as the teacher and student had without getting to know each other a little. And he sincerely doubted the blonde would consider herself a "lucky girl" for having a student leer at her butt while she was trying to teach. That seemed like wishful thinking on Lilith's part. So not having an achingly hard cock when he had to leave would probably be helpful.

Calming down proved to be easier said than done. Partly because, even when she wasn't actively trying to get him horny, Ms. Bailey was a stunning woman. And partly because sitting next to him was Yumi, with whom he'd be going on a date with soon, was making him think about last night's tryst.

So by the time the final bell rang, gratefully signaling the end of the school day, he was half hard. An improvement over the end of his last history class, but his manhood was still just visible through his jeans. Still, it was not so hard as to keep him from getting up, so he decided to make a break for it.

"Alrighty then. Have a good day everyone. I'll see you tomorrow." Ms. Bailey said cheerfully, as her students started getting ready to leave. "Actually, Mason, can you stay behind for a moment?"

This earned a few titters from his peers. And a confused look from Yumi. He chose to ignore the former but decided to play dumb and offer his adorable girlfriend a noncommittal shrug. They were going to have to split up anyway. So he would figure out an excuse later.

Given the glorious freedom that was waiting outside, the rest of the students were gone in less than sixty seconds. This left Mason alone, suddenly feeling like a zebra who had just been separated from the herd.

But he decided to nut up and just try to not make things worse. So Mason dragged his feet towards Ms. Bailey's desk. She for her part decided to lean against it rather than sit at it. Her lovely face had a friendly smile on it. But it seemed the teacher was a little uncomfortable, based on the way she fiddled with the edge of her desk.

"Um," Mason said stupidly. He suddenly wished he had tried to figure out what to say before right now. Since the tall teen tended to draw a blank when under pressure. But the silence didn't last long.

"So," Ms. Bailey said slowly, as Mason braced for impact. "I just wanted to apologize. For yesterday."

"Wha…?" Mason was not expecting that. In fact, he was ready to offer her an apology. Or rather he was ready to eat an entire crow and beg her not to punish him too severely.

"I shouldn't have just run away like that." His blonde teacher said gravely. "That wasn't very professional of me."

"Oh," Mason said, legitimately at a loss for words. "It's, um, not a big deal."

"It might not be," Ms. Bailey admitted grudgingly. But she didn't stop there. "But that's part of why I wanted to talk to you. I just want you to know that it's perfectly normal. You've probably heard this a thousand times, but it really is completely natural."

He wasn't sure exactly how many times he had heard that about his erections, but it probably was a little close to a thousand. As prudish as she could sometimes be about things, particularly about sexual things, his mom had always been fairly blunt about biology. In fact, Tegan's birds and bees talks (much to the chagrin of her son, daughter, and wife) had been quite candid and clinical.

But despite the repeated assurances he had gotten from both his mother and his doctor, it still felt nice to hear from Ms. Bailey. Maybe it was just something to do with constantly being the odd penis out growing up, but he sometimes didn't know how to feel about his junk. So it was nice to get some reassurance from an unbiased source.

It was also at this point he finally realized why she wasn't mad. Mason had the You Rapscallion trait activated. So even if his teacher was mad at him for checking her out, she had already forgiven him. Maybe she had just decided lecherous gazes were just an occupational hazard of teaching hormonal teens.

That put some wind in his sails. He had guessed that trait would be a helpful one. But the nerdy teen wouldn't have guessed it would be this soon.

"Thanks," He said, still a little abashed. "And I'm sorry if it was kind of awkward or something. It's just been a little, uh, more… active lately."

"I'm pretty sure I just explained why you don't need to say sorry," Ms. Bailey gently chided him. But then her smile, which had been good-natured and cordial, changed. Her pink lips curled and a twinkle ignited in her blue eyes. All of a sudden she looked downright conspiratorial. "And believe me when I say: I get it. Eighteen wasn't that long ago for me. So I remember what it's like being in your shoes."

That put quite the image in Mason's head.

The blonde woman was sitting at her desk. Not her real one, no. She had parked her beautiful ass at his desk watching him teach the class. Her sweater and slacks were gone, replaced with a stereotypical schoolgirl outfit. A tight, white blouse hugged her every curve, with the top few buttons left undone to show off a generous display of cleavage. A plaid and pleated skirt barely reached the middle of her luscious thighs. And stockings ran the rest of the way down to a pair of spiky heels.

Zoey sat there, blonde hair in playful pigtails, chewing the tip of her pen and making moony eyes at Mr. Griffith. No doubt the naughty girl was lost in thought, fantasizing about all the wonderful ways she could earn some extra credit. And making quite the mess in her panties.

If she was even wearing any under her mini skirt.

"Mason?" Ms. Bailey asked, with a slight red tint to her cheeks.

The bespectacled giant snapped back to reality like a broken rubber band. All at once, he realized he had been staring off into space and once more looked like he was trying to smuggle a piece of rebar in his pants. But to her credit, his teacher was true to her word and didn't freak out or run away. Even though she definitely saw his dick trying to bust free. It was impossible to miss.

"Um, sorry… I just… zoned out for a second." That was the best thing he could think to say. Normally Mason didn't mind telling the truth, but he figured lying was better than telling his teacher he had a vivid fantasy of her in a schoolgirl outfit. But Ms. Bailey didn't look convinced. Her face was serious and it was a minute before she spoke again.

"I know I asked this yesterday, but I'll try again now that we're alone," Ms. Bailey said with an earnest compassion that wouldn't allow him to wiggle free. "Is there something you want to talk to me about? I know it's probably scary to talk about personal matters with your teacher. But I genuinely want to help you."

"I…" Mason's first instinct was to just say no and leave. But he stopped himself. If he wanted Ms. Bailey to eventually be one of his girlfriends, then he would at some point have to decide he was comfortable talking to her. Plus the more they talked the more silver he would earn. And the more silver he had the faster he could make his dream a reality. And at the end of the day, it wouldn't hurt to have a woman's perspective on the insane plan he was hatching.

And at the end of the day, if Mason really botched it he knew Luxuria had his back. So with a safety net in place, he tiptoed onto the conversational tightrope.

"Well. There is something. It's just… do you promise not to tell anyone?" Mason asked. He wouldn't do this if she wasn't willing to promise him that. After all, he was giving up Yumi's secrets as much as he was sharing his own.

"As long as you aren't planning on hurting anyone or yourself," Ms. Bailey said without hesitation. "Anything you tell me will stay between the two of us."

"Thank you. Okay," The teenager stopped to take a deep breath but pushed forward. "Yumi and I are dating."

It was weird to say that out loud. Sure Viv already knew, but she mostly figured things out for herself. Ms. Bailey was actually the first person he had told about them. And the reaction wasn't quite what he was expecting.

"Congratulations. I always figured there might be something between you two." The history teacher offered him a strange smile. It wasn't ****, he could see it in blue eyes. But it was still off. Like what wasn't there was **** instead.

"You and everyone else," Mason joked trying to lighten the mood a little bit. And apparently, it worked, given her chortle.

"All right, you got me. It was pretty obvious," The blonde admitted. "So what's the problem."

"Well," This was the point of no return now. But Mason persevered. He couldn't chicken out now. Well, he could but he wouldn't. "She kind of wants us to have an open relationship."

Then Mason got to see a truly rare sight. Ms. Bailey was almost always calm and collected. In four years he had never heard her raise her voice once. The blonde was the very embodiment of the phrase "I'm not mad. I'm disappointed." But she was mad now.

Ms. Bailey's mouth curved down and her brow knitted into a scowl. She straightened her spine, pulling herself up to her full height. Her fists clenched and she jabbed a finger at him.

"Mason, she has no right to pressure you into that," Ms. Bailey said, with a fire burning behind her cerulean eyes. "She can't just string you along while she sneaks around with other guys!"

"W-Wait!" Mason said before the blonde woman could build up too big a head of steam. "I don't think I used the right term!"

Ms. Bailey stopped herself short before speaking again. A few calming breaths later, she gave him a slightly perplexed look.

"What is the right term then?" She asked, clearly no longer sure how to react.

"I'm not sure," The tall teen said slowly. He hadn't thought about what to call this kind of relationship. "But she doesn't want to see other guys. She wants me to."

Ms. Bailey's eyes went round as dinner plates. And Mason quickly realized what he had said and hastily corrected himself.

"Girls! She wants me to… share me with other women," He said unsurely. It really did sound like he was making things up. And it seemed Ms. Bailey couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.

"So she wants you to," The teacher paused to stroke her chin while considering her specific phrasing. "What exactly? Sleep with other women?"

"I think Yumi wants me to actually date other girls. We were going to talk today." At least Mason assumed she wanted to talk about this. He was going to feel pretty silly if she just wanted to talk about college plans or something. Or if she wanted to talk about Mrs. Kamiya's affair. But he was willing to guess it was about her desire to watch him with other women.

"I see," Ms. Bailey said softly. She gave him a long, inquisitive look. He could practically see the gears wildly spinning in her head. But after what felt like a full minute, she spoke again. "And how do you feel about that?"

That caused Mason to pause and think. He hadn't really thought about that. Mostly he had been salivating over the thought of putting together a harem of beautiful women. But he hadn't given much thought to the actuality of having multiple girlfriends. And to make things more complicated he needed to figure out his feelings and what he should say to one of his targets. In the end, though, he decided to just tell his teacher the truth and let the chips fall where they may.

"I'm kind of conflicted," Mason muttered bashfully. "On the one hand, this is most guys’ fantasy. But there are a bunch of reasons why it's just a fantasy. In reality, I'll have to deal with jealousy and figure out how to split my time between all of them and deal with other people's judgment. Plus all our families. And that's a lot of chances for someone to get hurt. And I'll have to deal with all of that without ever having a girlfriend before Yumi."

Laid all out like that, he had to admit this sounded like a bad idea. There were almost certainly limits to what Luxuria could do. He suddenly worries he was rushing things.

"And on the other hand?" Ms. Bailey asked calmly.

"On the other hand… Well, this seems really important to Yumi." That was certainly true. The tiny, Asian girl's trait had started at rank 2. Something he hadn't seen anywhere else yet. "And I want her to be happy. And if some other girl would be happy too, then that's all the better. And I guess there isn't any harm in saying yes for now. I mean, who knows if there are any other girls who would be interested."

That last part wasn't totally true. For one thing, Vina was probably interested in at least dating him. All he needed was to warm her up to the idea of her not being his only one. And with the app, he could probably manage that.

"Don't be too quick to assume," Ms. Bailey said a little absent-mindedly. When Mason gave her a confused look she quickly added "I just mean that you never know. Yumi wants it after all."

"Would you date a guy who already had a girlfriend?" The teen tried to stop himself, but the question escaped his mouth. He knew he was fishing. And he knew it was too obvious. He might as well have just asked her out or flashed his still-hard cock.

It took a while for Ms. Bailey to formulate a response. She just carefully stood there, quietly evaluating her student with her beautiful, intelligent eyes. Then, only when she was ready, she spoke.

"If it was the right guy," The blonde said softly.

That wasn't the answer Mason expected. He had expected a firm no. Or maybe saying something like "I'm not dating you." Instead, Ms. Bailey gave an answer that could almost be affirmative. But when he gave her a puzzled look she chose not to elaborate. So the two stood still in silence. But eventually, she smiled again and spoke.

"I'm going to miss you," She said warmly, but with her voice tinged with an undercurrent of melancholy. "You know?"

"You will?" Mason said a little shocked at her nonsequitur.

"Yeah," Ms. Bailey said wistfully. "You were in the very first class I taught. Did I ever tell you that?"

"No. I don't think you have," Mason said amused at her nostalgia for four years ago.

"Well, you were," She said before suddenly turning a little trepidatious. "I was actually going through a… Well, I was in a bad place when I started teaching. And so seeing the man you've grown up to be is very… gratifying. You're probably the only guy I've ever known who wouldn't immediately try and take advantage of Yumi."

Mason could only blush and incoherently stammer. But he probably said something close to thanks. He did eventually **** out some words.

"I'm going to miss you too," He said, hoping that he wouldn't have to. "You were always my favorite teacher."

That earned a light chuckle from the older woman.

"Well don't tell anyone, but you're actually my favorite student too." She confessed rubbing the back of her head.

"And we could stay in touch after I graduate," Mason said trying not to sound overeager.

"That's," Ms. Bailey paused for a moment. Before giving a small huff. "Honestly, that's one of those gray areas for teachers. But I'd miss you too much if I let you get away. So I'll take you up on that. It'd feel weird to just suddenly stop knowing you at the end of the year."

As his teacher spoke he suddenly became aware of just how much time they had spent together. For huge chunks of the last four years, they had seen multiple times a week. And on her beautiful face, he could see just how fond of each other the two had grown. It was certainly closer than most students and teachers. Even if they didn't share the exact same feelings for each other.

"Is it weird if we hug?" Mason knew he was absolutely pushing things too far. But he would trust Luxuria's forgiveness-boosting trait. And if he pushed things too far he could always try and upgrade it later.

Ma. Bailey was clearly a little nervous about his request. She wrung her hands together and glanced at the wire-reinforced window in the door. Seeing no one the blonde beckoned him over to a spot that couldn't be seen from the hallway.

"Alright," She said, her voice heavy with the kind of tension that came with agreeing to steal a cookie from the jar. "But just a quick one."

When they were safely I'm the blind spot Ms. Bailey spun around quickly. But then she moved slowly to hug him.

Like almost every hug Mason had given since his growth spurt, it was essentially just the gigantic teen enveloping the shorter woman. His long arms could probably encircle her twice if they had more joints. But Ms. Bailey did the best she could, wrapping her arms around his midsection and letting her head be cradled against his chest.

But, just too late, Mason remembered something important. That his time-enlarged cock was still hard. And that it only grew harder as their bodies pressed together. Partly because of the pillowy feel of her breasts against him, but also because of just how **** his rod was for any kind of touch. Just feeling it pressed against her, stretching from the bottom of her belly to the top of her thigh, was enough to get him leaking precum.

Face burning, Mason, was ready to pull away from her and Bet her forgiveness. But he couldn't. The lovely blonde held him tightly. And she held on to him for quite some time. It seemed her definition of quick had changed somewhere between agreeing to the hug and actually being held in his arms. They remained completely silent as they stood pressed together. A pin could be heard if it dropped.

But instead, the sound of several guys shouting as they chased each other down the hall broke the silence. And broke them apart.

Ms. Bailey pulled away like she had snapped out of a trance. Her face was the exact midpoint between mortified and guilty. It was as red as Yumi’s had ever been, but her voice came out infinitely more sure than her expression.

“You should probably go,” Ms. Bailey said a little short-winded. “You don’t want to keep Yumi waiting.”

Mason wanted to correct her. That it wasn’t Yumi he would see next. But he also knew he was being dismissed. So he picked up his bag and made his way out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mason said hopefully.

“See you.”