You f-ed up (at least for a good reason)

You can't believe you let the trip of a lifetime slip through your fingers. And all because you didn't pay enough attention to the head in your skull, instead of the one in your crotch. Dia!

Depressed, you spend your study hall time in an empty classroom instead of the library.
After three days, Dia finally tracks you down. Beneath her black button-down she is wearing white khakis, pressed tightly against her firm ass. You can see her thong line press around the curve of her ass. But even this sight doesn't stop you from saying, "I'd rather be alone right now, Dia."

Dia sits on the desk in front of you, legs crossed. "But me and my feet miss you and your play-stick," she purrs, licking her full, red lips."

"Well, you and your feet have lost me an opportunity to go to Egypt!" you exclaim, trying to restrain yourself. Dia finally seems to realize that you are actually upset. She walks beside you, bending over to whisper in your ear.

"This trip is important to you, isn't it?" Without waiting for a response, she continues, "You've been such a good little boy, sharing your toy with me. What if I could get you on this trip?" That perked you up right away! Is she serious?

"Absolutely. Just leave it up to me. And....let me make it up to you," she looks straight into your eyes, her intent clear. Taking your hand, she pulls you hurriedly out of the classroom and into another room. As you look around, you realize with shock that you've just been brought to the ladies bathroom. It's a lot cleaner than the boys room.

Before you know it, you're standing in one of the far bathroom stalls, Dia locking the door in front of you. "It's time for your reward. Number 1 or number 2?"