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The rest of the day seems to pass by in a flash, you don’t really remember anything after meeting with Ms Baxter your mind only truly comes back to you when you hear the front door close behind you.

Your mother won’t be home until later and your sisters don’t appear to be home, with that you climb up the stairs and step into your room.

Your body is exhausted, every muscle aches as though you’ve run a marathon, you don’t know where this sudden fatigue had come from but you know you need rest.

You crawl into bed, finally giving out right there, fully clothed and without any blankets covering you as your mind fades and surrenders to your body, your dreams invading your mind as you slip into blissful slumber.

When you awaken, the sun has vanished from the sky, replaced by her sister which casts a haunting light over the night.

You reach for your phone, hoping to check just how ruined your sleep schedule is, the phone reads 7:20PM. Great.

It’s then that you notice something, your eyes becoming utterly consumed by what rests in the middle of your screen.

You’ve received several messages from Ms. Baxter, at the start of the year you were given the home phone numbers of each of your teachers, for homework, questions about assignments, announcements, that kind of thing.

However these messages speak nothing of homework, no assignments or announcements, these are each personal.

The first 2 had been sent earlier, around the time school had gotten out, you must have been so out of it that you didn’t take notice.

“Hey! I wanted to check in on you, you looked a bit out of it when you left my classroom, I hope my um… didn’t have any adverse effects on you!”

“That’s not to say that you looked unwell! You’re gorgeous!” It’s actually kind of sweet watching her stumble over herself to encourage you.

Then the final message having been sent a little more then an hour ago.

“Hey! I was about to have dinner but then I thought of you! You must be starving, if you want we can meet up? If you want to of course!”

Then, as if to urge your decision, you feel a sudden pang of hunger strike at the core of your very being.

You break out in a cold sweat and your hands shake as your stomach lets out a demanding roar, you hunger, and there’s someone who wishes to help, the decision is obvious.

You open the message app, your thumbs rapidly typing out a meeting spot, almost immediately upon sending the message it’s marked as read and she agrees, sending you a thumbs up emoji in confirmation.

You rise from your bed, despite your eagerness to sate your appetite, you open your closet, wanting to change your clothes into something more appealing, you don’t know why but you just want to please her.

You reach in to pull out a pair of yoga pants that clings to your curves perfectly and a top to match.

You rush down stairs, nearly running into your mother at full speed as you turn to corner towards the door.

“Oh hey swee…” she says, falling short as she takes in what you’re wearing, her bulge throbbing slightly from within the depths of her mom jeans.

“What’s all this…~? Got a hot date…?” She says, harmlessly probing you with questions.

“Well… y.. yeah… you could say that… it’s um… someone from school…” you reply, careful to leave out the fact she’s a teacher.

“Mm! I see! Well I hope you two have a lovely time~ just remember, back by 10:00” she says before stepping past you, giving you a small swat on your ass coaxing a soft moan from your lips.

With that done you choose to head out before your sisters can get in on the teasing.