A few weeks passed after my hotel encounter with Mrs. K. Finals were just around the corner and I had a ton of work awaiting. I had a hard time concentrating (and spent a lot of time masturbating) but she made it a little easier on me by sending me a short and clear message (she had every student’s contact informations) : “Focus. All good things come to those who can wait. And who work hard for it.” Then she basically shut me out.
Finals went by, for a couple of difficult weeks, and I was worried enough to have my mind taken off a bit of Mrs. K.’s heavenly body. We finally met again for her exam but she made a point of acting like we barely knew each other past the student-teacher relationship. I went through the test, feeling I did alright and left with fingers and toes crossed.
The last test was finally done and I crashed on my bed on a friday night after some drinking with friends when my phone buzzed ; Mrs. K. just messaged me.
“Time for you to relax a little”