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Private Tutoring with Ms. Goodwin [irish_texan and Eliara]

Mrs. Goodwin laughs softly, motioning to Aidan. "Aidan you're young, you both are the same age I believe. And she does really like you, I think it would be nice if you talked to her." Mrs. Goodwin says. Leaning back in her chair and folding her hands in her lap.

Aidan was someone that Mrs. Goodwin wasn't sure about. There were times that she was really surprised by who he was and what he was capable of doing and learning at his young age.
 
Aidan nodded, slightly crestfallen. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'll probably talk to her at some point." He stands, being sure to hold his science book so that it hides his erection. "She's a freshman, I'm a senior. Even if I'm only two years older, she's still a freshman. Freshmen are immature."

"Anyway, thanks for the help, Ms. Goodwin. I better get to the end of football practice. See you tomorrow!" Aidan grabs his backpack but in doing so the tent in his pants is momentarily visible and Ms. Goodwin catches a glimpse. Aidan doesn't notice that she saw though, and he turns away and heads for the door.
 
"And that is why I like to go to the football games~" Ms. Goodwin thinks to herself, eyeing the boys large, bulging pants as he walks out of her class. She knew better though, at least she thought she did. A plan was already in motion in her head though, and it would take hte both of them working carefully for it to make sense.

"Aidan?" She says, as he reaches the door to her class. "I finished grading your homework from last night, very well done. You scored very highly as usual." She says, and if Aidan would look instead of a score her phone number was written on the top of the page. "Don't be a stranger?" His teacher quips, before turning to walk back to her desk.
 
Aidan takes the homework and looks at it. His heart starts pounding faster than he's ever felt it before. "Did she just give me her personal phone number?" he thinks to himself.

"No, I won't!" he says curtly, his face turning beet red as he spins around and heads for the door, clutching the homework so tightly that his knuckle turn white.

He rushes out into the hallway, his boner back to full mast. As soon as he's around the corner and out of sight he reaches into his pants and adjusts it, tucking it under his waistband. He looks at the homework assignment one more time to make sure he wasn't imagining it.

Nope. It's really there. "Don't be an idiot, she obviously only gave it to you in case you need help with the homework," he thinks to himself. But that doesn't make sense; the teachers have work phones for that. Maybe it's her work phone number.

Aidan hastily pulls up the school website and heads to the Faculty page, quickly finding Ms. Goodwin's entry and comparing the numbers. Nope. Definitely not her work phone. Not even the same area code. His heart beats rapidly and his thoughts are distant as he changes into his football practice uniform. He's sure to save her number in his phone before heading to practice.

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Once he's at practice, Ms. Goodwin soon leaves his thoughts. The season starts in two weeks; after today, they only have one more non-game Friday. He pushes himself hard during practice, eager to impress Coach.

After practice, he heads to the locker room with the rest of the team and showers, relieved to be washing the sweat and dirt from his body. Once he's clean and in new clothes, he grabs his backpack and leaves school, heading home for the weekend.

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Aidan wakes up bright and early on Saturday, having finished his homework on Friday and gotten to bed early. He's excited to have the weekend free; he hardly ever finishes his homework on Friday.

He gets dressed and makes himself a few eggs, and then heads out to walk to the park. As he did, he pulls out his phone and pulls up Ms. Goodwin's number. He looks at it for a moment, and then puts it away. If she HAD only given it to him for help with homework, he doesn't want to bother her with a "Hey what's up" or something stupid like that.

He pushes the thought from his mind and tries to enjoy the rest of his weekend. But every few hours for the next couple days, he opens his phone to look at her number, always on the verge of texting her but never doing it.

All too soon, Sunday night rolls around and he hits the sack early, ready to wake up for school the next day and do the whole song and dance over again.
 
Ms. Goodwin waited all Friday, Saturday, and into Sunday when she finally broke down and overcame her nervousness. "Am I really doing this?" She thinks to herself, texting a student on her personal line outside of school hours for anything other than school business, if anyone found out it was jail time for her.

"Hey, I thought I'd hear from you sooner. And isn't the guy supposed to contact first?" She send the text out, waiting for a moment before hitting the send button and firing the text off to Aidan. "I hope that wasn't to much, or to little." Vanessa thinks, pacing her small apartment as she waits to see what her student says next.
 
"Holy shit," Aidan thinks to himself. "Holy. Fucking. Shit."

He lies in bed on Sunday night, staring at his phone screen. This is it. Confirmation that she meant to give him her personal number, for personal reasons. For several minutes, he stares at his phone, contemplating how to respond. His heart is racing as he types his reply, and his hands are shaking so much that he makes several typos and has to correct them.

"Hey Ms. G! Sorry I didn't text you; I thought maybe you only gave me your number in case I needed help with homework, haha. What's up?"
 
"Please, it's Vanessa!" She taps into the screen, watching her phone as she sits on her couch with a book in her lap. Vanessa had been reading before she decided to take this step, or she started reading to calm her nerves once she sent the text out.

"He's actually replying~" Vanessa thinks, wondering where it could go from here.

"I guess, what are you up to?" She asks, adding that onto her text from before.
 
Aidan can't believe this is happening. "She wants me to call her Vanessa." He's normally the type to make the first move; his dominant personality means he typically initiates contact. But this is so different from the norm.

She's his teacher. The only thing keeping him from getting outright sexual is his his fear of what would happen if he misread the situation. Usually the fear of rejection doesn't bother him, but he could get in a lot of trouble for making advances on a teacher. He could get kicked off the football team. He could get expelled. He could go to prison! "Shut up, you idiot, you're definitely overthinking this. You aren't going to go to fucking jail for hitting on a teacher."

He starts typing. "Vanessa, that has a nicer ring to it than Ms. Goodwin :)"

His finger hesitates for half a second before hitting Send. He pauses, looking at the screen, then types out another reply. "I'm in bed r n, wbu?"

Normally he doesn't double text, but she did it first. He shrugs and waits for her to text back.
 
"Bed? Already? Don't you kids stay up late these days?" Vanessa texts back to him with a small smile on her face, "Reading on the couch, kind of lonely." She says with a smiley face emoji soon after. She had to admit to herself that it was a relief to be texting him finally, and that it felt good to make the connectiong and know for sure that there was one back her direction as well.
 
"Lonely." Aidan stares at that word, knowing it means what he thinks it means. How to respond?

"Lonely? How could YOU be lonely?" he asks, crossing his fingers that she gets the thinly veiled compliment.

He follows it up with another text. "Yeah I usually stay up late haha but I was tired tonight."
 
"Hey even people like me get lonely from time to time." Vanessa texts back, "Did a lot today to be so tired? Guess I could let you go sleep than." She teases, smiling to herself as she knew more than likely he was going to want to keep talking to her.

"So are you ready to graduate? It won't be to much longer before you're released into the great wide world." Vanessa texts with a smiling emoji
 
"Definitely not ready to graduate yet," Aidan responds, with a laughing emoji. "Can you come teach wherever I end up going to college?"

He stares at his phone for a moment, wishing he could see her. He quickly types out and sends a second text: "Snap me @aidanoconnor"

He watches his phone closely, anxiously awaiting her reply.
 
Vanessa smirks, goofing around as she snaps a quick picture of herself to send to Aidan. "I hope this is the right thing to do, who doesn't like being teased a little?" She thinks to herself, "Okay here you are, your wish is my command." Vanessa says back to him with a winking emoji.

Snapped Picture.

"I hope it isn't to much, I wouldn't want you to lose any sleep tonight or anything like that." Vanessa texts back after sending him a picture.
 
"I'm going to be pissed if I wake up tomorrow and this is all a dream," Aidan thinks to himself as he gazes longingly at the snap until it disappears. He had never seen Ms. Goodwin -- Vanessa -- in such a casual context before. He was enthralled by her cute, flirty expression, and of course he couldn't ignore her cleavage.

She typically wore very flattering but also conservative and professional attire to school. Her clothes made her look good but did not show off anything that business casual wouldn't show off. This snapchat though... Her soft bosom looked so inviting. Aidan was mesmerized.

He quickly shot a snapchat back to her of him lying in bed, and captioned it "Damn girl, you look even better at home than at school" He thought about sending a heart emoji with it but decided to take it easy for now. Gauge her reaction, test the waters a bit before going all in.
 
Vanessa sends a few laughing faces back to him, "What a tease." She thinks, smiling to herself as she flips through her book wondering what to say next, the picture on her phone open to the one he sent her.

"I could say the same about you." Vanessa says back, "Do you look at me much at school?" The words typing into the box, hnging on the tip of her tongue as she teased him a good bit.
 
"What else is there to look at? ;)" Well there's no denying it now. This is unquestionably, indisputably, obviously honest-to-goodness flirting.

Aidan can't believe his luck. "I wonder if I'm the only one or if she just likes to flirt with students," he wonders, fervently hoping it's the former.

Aidan isn't sure if this next text would be too forward, but he was past worrying about that. "If you're lonely I could come over. I'm a pretty good cook tbh so I could make us some popcorn while we watch Netflix."
 
Vanessa smirks, "I think he should..." She thinks to herself, starting to tap at the phone and write out her message.

"Sure, here's my address. Don't get caught sneaking out, alright?" Vanessa texts back, smirking to herself as she knows what is likely to happen when people watch netflix together.

But inside she was happy, happy about these turn of events and that he shared the same feelings towards her that she did to him.
 
Aidan looks calm on the outside. He's screaming on the inside. He quickly googles her address and sees that it's only a fifteen minute bike ride away. He lets her know his ETA and changes into some comfy pajama pants and a white undershirt, just tight enough to show off his athletic physique. He throws on some deodorant and one small spritz of cologne, and then quickly brushes his teeth.

Aidan quietly sneaks out to the garage, his heart pounding in his chest. Luckily his parents' room is on the other side of the house and the garage door is fairly quiet.

Soon he's on his bike and en route to Vanessa's house.

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Google said 15. He was there in 12. Fortunately for him, it was a cool night so he hadn't even broken a sweat. He parks his bike around the corner of her house, behind a bush, and walks up to the front door. He hesitates for a moment before knocking. He hastily tucks his erection into his waistband and runs a hand through his air.

He knocks, and waits.
 
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