[TAM: Evening the Odds] Chapter 17. (Patreon)

Chapter 17: The P.E. teacher and the golden duo.

I felt like a completely new man and in high spirits due to achieving the normally unachievable goal of fucking my hot teacher and having her as a girlfriend. I wonder how many young men actually dream of fucking their teacher? That certainly wasn’t a fetish of mine before meeting Emma, but she’s such an amazing woman that I was head-over-heels for her. The fact she was my teacher made it hotter for some esoteric reason. 

The worst thing right now was the feeling of emptiness coming from being apart from Emma. I wanted her here, with me, if only to hold her hand. Seeing her in the classroom was nothing short of torture, knowing I couldn’t be seen looking at her with eyes different to those of a bored student. That morning, she texted me again asking to please not take it personally when she kept a professional face during class and didn’t acknowledge me any more than before. Of course I understood, and good thing I was actually the first to enter the classroom, because her face lit up like a beacon the moment she saw me walk in.

I had to resist the very powerful urge to run up to her, lift her up and kiss her, and instead kept my face and voice tone neutral while I spoke.

“Good morning, Ms. Campbell.”

Emma’s eyes widened, realizing where she was and quickly compose herself, clearing her throat and returning to her teacher persona. Kind and caring as always but keeping a professional distance.

“Good morning Mr. Walker.”

“I brought you a little something as thanks for your help the other day.” It was literally a little something. A small chocolate bar that at most would be seen as me being an ass-kisser or a teacher’s pet. Hmm. Kissing Emma’s ass sounded really nice, actually.

She looked at the chocolate with a small pout that her long hair hid from view and muttered “This isn’t fair.” She sighed. “Thank you very much, Mr. Walker. You didn’t have to.”

Okay, I felt a little bad for teasing her, but decided to justify it as payback for her teasing me all weekend. Not that I hated any of it.

During lunch, I did as Emma suggested and went to look for Ms. Miller, the P.E teacher. I checked her office first, not really expecting her to be there at this hour, but oddly enough I heard voices coming from inside. I knocked and heard the teacher’s voice telling me to go in.

Inside I saw three people. First, of course, was Ms. Julia Miller, sitting on top of her desk with her legs crossed. She was a stunning young woman in her late 20s. She had wavy long blonde hair, a big chest to rival Ms. Owens’ and a fit, curvy body with a slim waist and wide hips. Her ass was out of this world, too. She was wearing black yoga pants and a purple tank top under her black windbreaker.

The P.E. course was actually mandatory here, which was surprising. A part of the school’s program for healthy minds and bodies. But since they hadn’t accounted for a guy getting in the school, I was… Um… I had to practically do things somewhere else, away from the girls. Ms. Miller didn’t like it very much, but it was the headmistress’ direct order.

Still, I guess it was a good thing in the end because I knew I’d be very tempted to look at the teacher’s ass during class. I mean, you can try to be respectful but her butt was TOO perfect. Also, Ms. Miller’s affection score was 9 last time I checked.

“Well! If it isn’t Mr. Walker! Just the person I wanted to see!” Her eyes shone when she saw me, smiling cheerfully at me. “Please, come in. Do you know Emily and Megan?” she asked, pointing to the two girls standing in front of her. They had sour expressions on their faces as they watched me. Seriously, why did only teachers seem to like me?

But yeah, oddly enough, I did know these girls. It was hard not to when they were the star players of the school’s soccer team and everyone seemed to treat them as celebrities. What’s more, I even remembered their affection scores, too.

Emily Miller, captain of the soccer team and Ms. Miller’s younger sister. A tall girl with an athletic, slim body. Her chest was on the modest size, yet still big enough to be noticeable in her school shirt. Her waist and hips were narrow, and while saying she has no ass would be a blatant lie, it was toned enough that it seemed that way when she was wearing her P.E. uniform. Her long, blonde hair was, as usual, tied into a ponytail. Affection score: -18.

Besides her was Megan Grant. Supposedly, she and Emily formed a golden combination out in the field. While they both had athletic bodies, Megan was shorter than Emily, had an ever so slightly bigger chest, wider hips, slightly thicker legs and a plumper ass. Her long hair was a very clear shade of brown bordering on blonde. Affection score: -7.

Of course, saying I knew them when I had never spoken to them would be stupid, so I answered with a short no and the teacher made the introductions. The girls barely acknowledged me.

“You said you wanted to talk to me?” I asked, curious. I was the one who wanted to talk to her, so it was an odd coincidence.

“That’s right. Look Mr. Walker, I can see you trying your best in my classes, but sometimes a person’s best isn’t enough. With your performance, you won’t be getting passing grades with me,” she told me bluntly. And yes, I had to agree. I wasn’t at all gifted when it came to athleticism and sports, nor did I particularly enjoy either. It was the reason I came to talk to her, though my motivation for improvement came from somewhere VERY different.

I heard Emily and Megan trying to hold their laughter in front of the teacher, though they failed miserably. Ms. Miller shots them a look and they shut up.

“I know, which is why I came to talk to you. I was wondering if you could recommend a workout program for me to improve my overall condition,” I said with dignity, admitting my faults and showing my willingness to improve. At least, that’s how I wanted it to look. I had no idea if it actually looked like that.

“Really? That’s perfect then! I have a proposal for you. These two girls are also in a difficult situation. Though in different subjects, they’re also in danger of failing their courses if they don’t do something. P.E. is your only weak subject, right? How about you tutor them? In return they’ll coach you and help in your workout.”

Holy shit, really?

“What!? No! I don’t wanna do that! Why would I help a loser who can’t even do a 10 meter sprint without passing out!?” Emily protested, stomping her feet on the ground.

Okay, that was ONCE and I was sick!

“And how come he gets a choice and we don’t!?” she added. Megan remained silent, nervously looking from the teacher, to me, to Emily and back to the teacher.

“Because he’s in danger of failing one class. You’re both failing three. Each.” Ms. Miller told them bluntly and with a surprising no-nonsense tone. She was more laid back during classes, but it seemed she was a very dedicated and strict teacher when it counted.

Emily grumbled, unable to refute that argument. She glanced at the nervous looking Megan and decided to change her approach.

“Is he even qualified to tutor us? I bet he barely scrapes by in every subject!” Emily said and Megan nodded her head in agreement.

“Considering his entrance exam results were so good the headmistress had no choice but to let him in and that all other teachers praise his results and work ethic, I’d say he’s the most qualified in this school. I’d suggest you do your research to back your arguments. This is why Ms. Owens is worried about your performance in her class.”

Right, we were currently viewing debate strategies in English class. Ms. Miller even called out their fallacy. She was good. She then turned to me with a smile and asked again.

“So, what do you say, Mr. Walker?”

I considered it briefly, then nodded confidently. “I accept. I think this is fair.”

“Are you sure? You’d have to tutor two people in four different subjects,” Ms. Miller warned me.

I turned to the two very annoyed girls next to me. They disliked me, but not as much as many others did. Maybe I should see this tutoring offer as an opportunity to improve their scores. Or to put it in less weird terms, an opportunity to make friends. As such, It was better to start not with what I hoped to gain, but with what I could offer them.

“If you’re willing to accept, I’d like to help. I think I can, at least. I actually have some experience tutoring already.” I then turned to the teacher again. “I did it in high school for a few friends and for my little sister. However, I still think they should get a choice, Ms. Miller. I’m serious about improving my condition, but if they don’t want to help me in return, I won’t get results, and I can’t have that.”

Ms. Miller crossed her arms, contemplating. “I guess you’re right. You’ll gain nothing if they’re not willing to do a proper job,” she agreed. “So, girls. What will it be? I could look for another person, but he has the approval of the other teachers, Ms. Campbell and Ms. Owens in particular. Besides, I doubt I’ll find a single person that can help you with all subjects. That’d make scheduling way more difficult.”

Emily and Megan looked at each other, and as if having a silent conversation, nodded at the same time.

“Fine, we accept,” Emily said, her now suddenly much less hostile. A bit resigned, yes, but still… Success!

“Excellent!” Ms. Miller clapped her hands together and smiled widely. “Let’s get the schedule settled right now!”

After talking with Ms. Miller and Emily, with Megan remaining silent the whole time, we agreed on a schedule that worked for everyone. Both girls needed help with English and Math, while Emily also needed help with Chemistry and Megan with History. I wasn’t a part of any after school clubs, so I was free after 4:00 pm every day, when classes ended. The girls, though, had soccer practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays. As such they would supervise my workout on Mondays and Wednesdays after school, and I would help them study when their soccer practice was over. When I asked if they’d have the energy to study after practice, Emily got angry, and even Megan had an insulted expression on her face.

“Don’t think a little practice is enough to tire us out! Don’t you dare look down on us!”

“I wasn’t, but God forbid I show some concern,” I told Emily. “Very well. tutoring on Tuesdays and Thursdays it is.”

With that perfectly clear and Ms. Miller’s instruction to jog 20 minutes every day, the soccer stars and I left the teacher’s office.

I wondered if I should say something more to the girls or if that little exchange there had pissed them off further. I felt like they were still not happy with the deal and I didn’t want to make things worse, but that Emily thought I was looking down on her for asking that simple question did irritate me a bit. Still… I’d be working with them for some time. I should say something, right?

“Your name was David, right?” Emily asked quickly and firmly, with a tone that suggests the only answers can be yes or no.

I flinched since she caught me in the middle of my own thoughts, but I answered. “Yes.” 

“Let me make things clear. Neither of us is happy with this arrangement.” She pointed to Megan and herself. “But we have no choice. If we get bad grades, we’ll be kicked out of the soccer team. Here at Hayes, grades are more important than sports, so nerds like you feel right at home.” She almost spat those words in annoyance and frustration. “We’ll do our part, so you do yours. We’re not going to be friends, but we’ll get you in shape if you can get us to get passing grades. Are we clear?”

My body stiffened. Her tone, her aggressiveness… It made me uncomfortable. Not just because I didn’t like being treated that way, but because it reminded me of… someone else.

“Okay,” was all I had the strength to say. I wanted to avoid any more friction.

Both girls left, and I made my way to the rooftop to have lunch alone in what time I had left of lunch break. Mostly out of curiosity, I checked to see if this little exchange affected any of their scores.

[Miller, Julia - Affection Score: 21.]

[Miller, Emily - Affection Score: -10.]

[Grant, Megan- Affection Score: -1.]

And what do you know? It did.

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