[TAM: Evening the Odds] Chapters 12 - 14. (Patreon)

Chapter 12: Drinking with Emma Campbell.

I dropped by my hotel room to leave my things and get changed from my school uniform. After that, I met Ms. Campbell at a small bar to which she sent me the location, right in the city center. Far from the shed but not from the hotel. She said she liked it because it was very close to her apartment and she was friends with the owner, so she could leave her car here and go home walking.

“You were worried about going to see a movie together, but not about taking your student to a bar?” I asked her with a raised eyebrow as we sat down at a table for two.

“What are you talking about? We just happened to run into each other here. It’s all a coincidence.” She winked at me with a mischievous smile that made my heart stir.

“I see. Gotcha.” I laughed and went for it. “Then… what is a beautiful girl like you doing alone in a place like this?” I asked, hamming it up.

Ms. Campbell raised an eyebrow, amused at my boldness but then grinned and played along.

“Oh, you know…” She rested her elbow on the table and her chin on her hand, sighing overdramatically. “One of my students asked me out on a date and I had to refuse. So I’m here to drink away the sorrows of being single.” She kept her grin and her eyes locked on mine.

“What a coincidence. I happened to ask my teacher on a date and she coldly rejected me,” I continued, looking mockingly-hurt, grimacing and clutching my chest. “She must have found me too dull to hang out with. Could I buy you a drink, so that none of us has to spend this sorrowful night alone?”

Ms. Campbell couldn’t take it anymore and burst out laughing. “Sit down, you doofus!”

We got drinks and talked for a long while. Ms. Campbell asked about my life before coming to Hayes, my school, my family, my hobbies. 

“I like games. Video games.” I told her. “I’m mostly a big reader, though. Books of all genres, comics western and eastern. It’s why I took your class. I did well at my previous school, but… Well, I have an older brother and a younger sister. They’re both more talented than I am. Me coming to Hayes was my dad’s idea. Not a good one, but here I am,” I said, trying to laugh it up.

I think Ms. Campbell caught the self-deprecation in my tone, so before I could ruin the mood, I asked her the same questions.

“Alright, that’s fair…” She giggled and hiccupped. Looking closer, I saw that her cheeks were getting redder. Was the alcohol getting to her already?

She told me  about the university she went to and some of her experiences there. She also told me of her relationship with her family.

“I get along great with my father, but not so much with my mother. I ended up working with her at Hayes because my father believed it would make us closer. Well, let’s say that’s not going too well.” She smiled wryly, stirring the ice in her drink. “It’s been a year already, but I disagree so much with her methods of education that I think it’s making things worse.” She sighed heavily with a pouty look. “But hey, I like teaching, so it could be worse.”

We kept talking, and when I realized it, it was 11:42 PM. “Crap, is it already this late? I might need to call a taxi…” I muttered.

Ms. Campbell eyed me seriously for a moment as if pondering something. Then, she spoke.

“No, don’t do that. Tomorrow’s Saturday, so stay at my place tonight. I’m not letting you go home alone with alcohol in your body and I’m too drunk to give you a ride,” she said with her kind smile.

I swallowed. “Are you sure?” I was a little taken aback. I’m not lying when I say I wasn’t expecting anything more than hanging out. I like Ms. Campbell, but I didn’t feel the need to rush anything. I was perfectly willing to let the AMA work its magic naturally and see where things went. But this offer was…

“Yeah. It’ll be worse if something happens to you and they find out you were out drinking with me.” She grinned mischievously. “I just hope you’re not thinking of doing anything naughty.”

My shaky smile betrayed me. “W-Why, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Yeah, right.” She shot me a knowing smile, not believing it for a second.

We left the bar and walked for 5 minutes until we reached her apartment complex. We went up to the third floor and entered her place. It was small but comfortable. Enough for one person and a few guests. The living room was spacious enough to welcome at least 4 people and 6 at most. She had a sleeper sofa in it that she started preparing for me.

Between the two, we were spreading the blankets over the bed when the most amazing thing happened. I felt like giving a wordless thanks to every glass she drank tonight, because they apparently made her lose her balance and she fell on top of me, making us both crash on the bed with a yelp in a very clichéd but very appreciated  situation.

Ms. Campbell was on top of me, apparently dizzy and having difficulties getting up because of it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, drowsy. “I think I drank a bit too much.” She laughed nervously as she looked at me, her face so close to mine I could feel her breath.

“It’s okay. Are you hurt?”

She shook her head and immediately regretted it. “God, I shouldn’t have done that,” she said, laughing.

We both moved to get out of that situation, and my hand accidentally brushed against one of her boobs in the struggle. I was about to panic and apologize, but she said nothing of it. Eventually, Ms. Campbell rolled over and was now lying next to me on the bed. Her body touched mine, her face was not more than 10 cm away and, for some reason… We were both staring at each other, silently and unmoving. All I could hear was the sound of her breathing and my heart thundering in my ears.

That night…

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Chapter 13: A promising morning.

…We fell asleep there and then.

It seems the alcohol had its way with me, too, because sleep took me without warning. It would’ve been a terrible waste of an amazing little accident if the same hadn’t happened to Ms. Campbell.

When I woke up, she was still right there with me. What’s more, we were both awkwardly wrapped under the blankets, which was interesting because I clearly remembered we fell without those on.

I was awake, but I tried my best to not move a muscle. My mouth was completely dry and I was dying for a glass of water, but I was more than content with drinking the sight in front of me. Ms. Campbell slept peacefully, even smiling every once in a while. I hoped she’s having a nice dream and dared to wish it somehow involved me, but that might be asking too much.

I don’t know if it was seconds, minutes or hours before she woke up, but when she did, I was surprised to see her… unsurprised and with a calm smile.

“Good morning, I guess?” she said groggily.

“Good morning,” I greeted back.

“I’m sorry. You must’ve slept terribly.”

“Best night of my life, if I’m being honest,” I said  with a smile, but leaving any joking tones out of my voice.

“And I have all my clothes on, so I’ll believe you were a gentleman.” She chuckled. “How are you feeling? Any signs of a hangover?”

“No. Just very thirsty.”

“Me too, thankfully.” She sighed with relief. “Come on. Get up and get a glass of water. You can take a shower while I make breakfast.”

I nodded and did as told. Even now it’s hard to believe that happened, but I really did spend the night with my teacher, took a shower in her bathroom and had breakfast with her in her apartment. All signs pointed to a night of passion, so it’s actually kind of funny that nothing happened.

When I got out of the bathroom, dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, of course, Ms. Campbell took her turn. Couldn’t stop my mind from drawing pictures of her naked form under the water spray of the shower, so to take my mind off of those thoughts that threatened to make my dick hard, I took out my phone. The icon of the AMA reminded me to check her score again, so I did it immediately. When I opened the app, I saw something new had appeared.

[Campbell, Emma - Affection Score: 76 / Love Score: 14 /Lust Score: 11]

There were two new progress bars. One, in pink, was labeled “Love Score” and another one, in purple, was labeled “Lust Score”. Shocked, I started thinking about the meaning of these new features. Their appearance by itself revealed that Affection, Love and Lust were considered different variables. What’s more, the fact that there was now a number on the new ones, meant… Did it mean that Ms. Campbell had developed feelings of love and lust that were not there before? I looked through the App’s glossary for more information.

‘Love Score: Gives a numerical value to the amount of romantic affection a person holds for you. It appears only when the person starts developing these feelings for you. For reference, most teenage couples go steady at scores of 25 to 35 and most happily married couples have scores ranging from 55 to 70 points. Should a person reach 100 points, they’ll be completely devoted to you.’

‘Lust score: Gives a numerical value to the amount of sexual desire a person feels towards you. A person does not necessarily need to have developed romantic feelings to feel lust. For reference, most sexually active individuals fluctuate from 40 to 60 points. This score is the most prone to heavily fluctuate, as sexual desire raises or drops depending on the person.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Ms. Campbell got out of the bathroom wearing tight denim shorts and a tight-fitting  long-sleeved T-shirt that pressed beautifully around her chest area. I stared long enough for it to be noticeable, but if she saw me, she said nothing. Then, as we ate breakfast, thinking of those scores made me consider something.

Should I ask if she wanted to continue hanging out? I wanted to, but I also didn’t want to overstay my welcome. Maybe this was enough for now. Yeah, it was enough. We could hang out again some other day.

…

But it was a Saturday. Would we have to wait another week? Not to mention those new love and lust scores HAD to mean something.

“Hey, I was wondering…” I began despite my better judgment. “Am I being too pushy if I ask again if you want to watch a movie with me?”

Ms. Campbell giggled. “Listen, I only said no to the movie because we would definitely get caught by other students there. I had fun last night. It almost felt like I was back in university.” The nostalgia in her voice was noticeable. “I haven’t had a date since my second year there, now that I think about it. I never thought my next one would be with one of my own students.”

Hah! So it DID count as a date!

“Say… Why don’t we watch a movie here? Unless you have something else planned for your Saturday.”

My chest could’ve burst from happiness. For a brief moment I wonder which score influenced her decision, if she would’ve still invited me to stay if the love and lust scores weren’t there. Then I forced myself to stop that train of thought. 

While the app puts an admittedly useful numerical value on feelings, people are not computer programs. Feelings were more than a number. That was something I couldn’t let myself forget.

We put the bed back together and turned it into the sofa. We both sat there in front of the TV, covered by a blanket due to the coming winter chills. Ms. Campbell browsed through the streaming website’s movie selection and decided on… a horror movie.

Huh. Interesting.

“You’re not scared of horror movies, are you?” she asked me with a teasing grin.

“Me? Please! It’s daytime and I have a blanket! I can take it!” I joked. Truth is, they do kind of scare me, and that’s the point of horror movies.  It’s only the jump scares that I hate.

“My, how manly!” She laughed, clearly in a really good mood. Maybe I could take things even further?

We watch the movie in silence, and there was a small hope inside me that the clichéd scene of the girl being scared and seeking comfort in the man happened right on that couch, but unfortunately, Ms. Campbell was a tough trooper and was smiling excitedly as she watched, covered by the blanket and hugging her knees. So much for that little hope. If I wanted things to escalate, I would have to make the move myself.

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Chapter 14: Trying and failing to be subtle.

And… I tried. I really tried but totally failed to be subtle about it.

As the movie went on, I slowly scooted closer and closer to my beautiful, kind teacher, until eventually I was about 10 cm away from her. My first thought was to do that thing where you stretch your arms and hug the girl beside you, but that was too much for me. I didn’t have the courage to be so intentionally obvious.

I noticed Ms. Campbell repositioned herself and stopped hugging her knees, so I tried to search for her hand in order to casually brush my fingers against hers. In my blind search, I accidentally brushed against her bare outer thigh and my heart started beating faster in panic.

“Are you uncomfortable?” she casually asked me.

“I’m fine,” I answered, sitting up straighter. “It’s just that the movie is good at building suspense.”

“Right? I didn’t have high hopes for it, but it’s looking good so far.”

Still trying to play it cool, I waited a few moments before resuming my search. When I unexpectedly found her hand, my fingers brushed lightly against hers and it was me who got startled. That told me I didn’t have it in me to make a move and was about to give up. But something amazing happened.

Ms. Campbell grabbed my hand, interlocking fingers with me and scooted closer to me, leaning her head against my shoulder and not once taking her eyes off the movie.

“You’re not fooling anyone, you know?” she said.

Shit. Busted.

Still, after saying that, she took my hand and guided it to her bare ankle and left it there, still leaning against me.

Not willing to let this chance escape, I slowly started caressing her leg, starting with a soft massage on her ankle, going further up to her calf, enjoying the sensation of her soft skin, until finally reaching her toned thigh. Ms. Campbell let out a content sigh as I gently caressed her, going from outer to inner thigh. I had to resist the temptation of going further up and reaching her crotch.

Now, this might come as a huge surprise to you all, but this was actually the farthest I’d gone with a woman. Shocker, right? Well, that is if I don’t count my first kiss with my first girlfriend, which I don’t. I’d rather forget about that whole mess. The point is that my heart thundered in my ears, my face burned, I felt lightheaded and I was thankful to my jeans for trying with all their might to restrain my erection.

My body went cold for a moment when Ms. Campbell started moving, but I was both relieved and thrilled when I saw her reposition herself with her head resting on one armrest of the sofa and both legs over my lap. I took that as an invitation to touch her other leg, too.

After an hour and a half, the movie ended but Ms. Campbell didn’t move or say anything. I continued the leg massage, the room now completely silent. Her skin felt great against my fingertips and I tried my best to make her feel good by applying the right amount of pressure to her toned muscles. She didn’t have athlete-level legs, but she definitely did some kind of workout. Yoga, maybe?

“You’re not subtle at all, you know that?” Ms. Campbell finally said, eyeing me with narrowed eyes.

“Neither are you, Ms. Campbell,” I answered. 

Accepting my invitation, taking me to drink at a bar, letting me stay over at her place… She obviously made the choice of sleeping with me in the same bed since she had put the covers over us at some point. She could’ve gone to her bedroom at any point. She wanted to continue hanging out just as much as I did, suggesting I stay to watch a movie. It was all pretty obvious in retrospect, but I know never would’ve acted on it if not for the AMA.

“You’re not going to run your hands all over my legs and still call me Ms. Campbell,” she told me with a small smirk. “Call me Emma. And yes, I haven’t been subtle, but I’m very happy to know you’re either a gentleman or very innocent. I’m okay with both, honestly.”

“I’d like to think I’m the former, but I’ll admit to being the latter.” I smiled wryly. “This is the farthest I’ve ever gone.”

“Really? Well, we’re only here because you had the courage to ask me out, so give yourself some credit.”

“Yeah, I’m shocked, myself. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I’d ask a teacher out on a date.”

“I always believed there’d come a time when a student would ask me out, but I never thought I’d accept.” She smiled and sat up, moving closer to me, leaning against my shoulder and holding my hand again. “We really shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, losing her smile, frowning.

“Do you regret this?” I asked her, caressing with my thumb the hand I was holding.

She shook her head. “I don’t, but… I’m worried about what comes now. I don’t want to make things worse for you.”

Make things worse?

Hah.

Impossible.

With my free hand, I gently cupped her cheek and turned her head so she was looking directly at me.

“With how bad things have been and how happy I am right now, there’s no way you can make things worse for me.” I leaned in and lightly pecked her lips. Emma’s eyes widened at the sudden contact and she caught herself taking her fingers to help lips.

“Everything’s been improving since you started to help me. School, my room… This! So I’m sorry, but I can’t really help having a huge crush on my beautiful, kind teacher.”

Emma bit her lip, looking very conflicted. “David…”

“See, you’re already calling me by my first name, too. There’s no way we can go back,” I interrupted her. “I don’t want to go back,” I added with a pleading whisper. I leaned in and pecked her on the lips again, then twice, then thrice. The fourth is a kiss that lingered for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. Her full, soft lips were amazing. I wanted more.

And almost without warning, Emma gave me more. She released my hand and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her and meeting my lips in a hard kiss. I flinched at the suddenness of it, but soon did your best to match her enthusiasm, using my now free hands to hug her around the waist and pull her even closer. 

Her huge chest pressed against me and it felt heavenly. Then, taking the lead, she tried to slip her tongue inside my mouth. Without giving it a second thought, I let her in. She started exploring the inside of my mouth as our tongues shared a wet, passionate first dance. Hopefully the first of many.

We both moaned into the other’s mouth, relishing in the warm contact. I tried to take things further by slipping my hands under her t-shirt, gently caressing her toned waist and stomach. Taking Emma’s louder moans as a sign of approval, my hands slowly started to roam further up until they were at the base of her breasts.

“You are one naughty student.” She broke the kiss, breathed heavily and gave me a teasing grin. “We just had our first kiss and you’re already going for my boobs?”

“Maybe I got a little carried away, but tell me you don’t want it and I take my hands away.”

“Oh no, mister,” her teasing grin grew wider as she took a hand to her back and suddenly her bra dropped to my lap. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

Being given full permission, I started feeling her up, heaving her breasts on my hands, my fingers running circles along her nipples. I eventually grope them fully, my mind going crazy with the amazing, supple feeling of Emma’s tits on my hands. Her tongue mauled mine and the sound of her moans got me hotter than I’d ever been in my whole life. She was my teacher, a woman at least 5 years older than me, but still we were sharing such an intimate and passionate moment.

“Mmm… you’re a good kisser, but you can do better,” Emma said, temporarily pulling away from the kiss. We both tried to regain our breathing, but my hands didn't stop playing with her nipples under her shirt. “We’ll have to make sure you get lots…” She kissed me. “And lots…” Kiss. “And lots of practice.”

My hands did stop at that, but they still held her giant mound. “Does that mean…?”

Emma sighed with a defeated smile. “Yeah. I know we shouldn’t, but… I want to be with you. I want to be your girlfriend. I really don’t know how you got inside my heart so quickly, but I don’t like the thought of not being with you, especially when I’d have to see you every day at school.”

“You know, this is enough to finally forgive my father’s poor choice of school,” was all you managed to say in the stunned state she left me.

“How about we make it so that you end up thanking him for it?”

I knew then I was always going to love Emma’s mischievous smile.