Tessa

I knew Miss Mia was not the kind of woman I would ever "end up with" in the long run, but I still didn't want to come off as a goof around her. I'm sure she looked at most of her students as a bunch of kids who weren't ready for the adult world, but I really wanted her to see me differently. I could hear her humming from within the bathroom as I dug out my plaid pajama pants and quickly changed into them. Shortly after that, I located my mouthwash and took a swig of it. After swishing it around, I went to the front door of our room and opened it. Fortunately, no one was outside, so I spat it out on the pavement before closing the door and locking it back up.

"Marcus?" I then heard Miss Mia call from the bathroom. "Are you still out there?"

"Yeah," I called back. "That was just me!" I debated whether or not to tell her what I had just done. She was such a mature woman that I figured she might consider my spitting mouthwash out our front door to be in poor taste. Again, I may have been more comfortable around my radiant Creative Writing teacher after nearly six hours on the road with her, but I still didn't want to come off as a baboon. "I was just looking to see if there was a soda machine outside! I don't recall passing one!"

"I have a bottle in my bag if you need one!" My marvelous mentor called out from behind the closed door. She really was prepared for everything and always seemed to have my back.

"Thanks, but I better not," I tried to make up an excuse since I didn't really want a caffeinated beverage before bed anyway. "Probably not the best idea I've ever had...even if it is the weekend, right?"

I could hear the dazzling woman laugh in that deeply feminine manner she had about her. For whatever reason, I suddenly realized that no matter what side of the bed I slept on, I wouldn't be able to face Miss Mia. If I did so, I was taking an awful risk of poking her with something she wouldn't want to be poked with.

I then turned the main lights in the room off before clicking on one of the lamps next to the bed. I thought about turning the television on, but I didn't want Tessa to think that I was trying to avoid her company by having it on. I would've preferred talking to her any day of the week over watching the "idiot box" as one of my grandmothers so amicably referred to it.

"Sorry that you ended up getting stuck in a room with me instead of your friends, Marcus," Tessa suddenly shouted out to me. "Honestly, I didn't realize people took these tournaments so seriously! It's unbelievable how the hotels were all full!"

"No worries!" I called back to my amazing teacher. "I don't think I'm missing too much by not being with the guys!" And that was the truth. I'd be a fool to want to spend the night with a bunch of other sweaty dudes instead of my fascinating and alluring Creative Writing instructor.

I went back over to where my bags were and rifled through one of them before finding a plain t-shirt that would serve as a good garment to sleep in. I hopefully wouldn't sweat since it was lighter, but I still didn't look forward to wearing it. Don't ask me why, but I just sleep more comfortably with less clothing on. I also have a thing about keeping a window cracked open an inch to let in cool air during the colder months. It just eases me into slumber a little better. I'm weird, I know.

After getting the shirt on, I pulled the covers back on the bed and felt my heart skip a beat. I was really going to share a bed with the hottest teacher in my school. Maybe some institutes couldn't brag about having such babes for instructors, but mine had Miss Mia...and I was going to be lying within inches of her. I kept telling myself this wasn't something I could ever tell my friends about because I knew if word circulated the school, she could probably get in a lot trouble for such a thing...and at the same time, she had been the one who said we should get a room with a single bed to save money. I trembled in anticipation.

Calm down, I ordered myself as I took a deep breath. If I worked myself up too much, I'd begin to sweat...and that was the last thing I needed. I actually debated whether or not to jump in the shower real quick after Tessa was done in the lavatory, but I had done so before our drive, and like her, I kind of just wanted to crash for the evening. I didn't normally fall asleep very fast, but I felt if I threw myself down on the bed at that very instant, I would be out before Miss Mia returned. Maybe that would've been for the best...

As it was, I fluffed the pillows and took a seat on the right side of the bed. I thought about asking Tessa if she had a preference to which side she slept on, but I figured if she really cared about it that much and wanted to be on the right, I could always slide over. I pulled the covers up and tried to get comfortable. I know it probably sounds extremely silly, but I had never been so nervous in my life. Never in all my years had I wanted to impress a woman as much as I wanted to impress her. I had no idea what Miss Mia and I were supposed to talk about before going to sleep.

I kept reminding myself we weren't a married couple and probably wouldn't be talking about the day's events, but I wouldn't have put it past her to ask me about my other classes and if I enjoyed school in general. There was also the very real possibility that she would walk out of the bathroom, climb onto the bed, pull the covers up and look the other way while simply mumbling "good night" and falling asleep right away. She was a professional, after all, so she probably wanted to associate with me as little as possible.

I knew that wasn't the case, though. Miss Mia had treated me with the utmost respect during our entire expedition, and I wouldn't have been surprised if she had crawled into bed next to me and talked to me for an hour or two before we both finally dozed off. Even though I was beat, I wouldn't have minded that at all. I had many female friends my own age, but as I've previously stated, Tessa was one of the most intelligent women I had ever encountered. Since meeting her at the beginning of the semester, I couldn't recall a time I had ever enjoyed talking to a female about things we had in common as much as I did when I conversed with her.

I put my hands beneath the blankets and fiddled with my thumbs. I wondered what was taking her so long in the restroom since she wasn't showering. A fantasy of epic proportions briefly passed through my mind in which she threw the door open and emerged in the skimpiest lingerie imaginable, but I knew that would never happen. The thought didn't stop my penis from abruptly pulsating.

I waited for about another minute that felt like an eternity until the door finally swung open and Miss Mia reappeared in the room. She apologized for taking so long as she walked over to the table and placed the clothes she had been wearing during the drive into one of her bags. Like a teenager my age, she then rounded the bed and jumped onto it in such a way to show that she still had a bit of a kid trapped within her. She radiantly smiled while then flopping onto her right side so she could look in my direction and ask if she was keeping me awake. I chuckled in response and told her she wasn't.

Maybe I should back up a bit: Miss Mia's attire had me growing erect under the blankets, so I quickly moved my hands downward to cover my genitals so nothing would become overtly visible. Some guys may not have been fazed by what the stunning Creative Writing teacher was wearing, but I had never seen something so sexy in my entire life. She had on a pair of red shorts that some women would probably use to go running in, and her top was a lighter shade of red that was a tank top with spaghetti string straps. Again, it was normal attire for sleeping in, but on a woman the caliber of Miss Mia...

I should also emphasize the fact that I noticed instantly that she wasn't wearing a bra. I realized it almost right away when she started walking toward the table because if she had been wearing one, I would've seen four straps...but I only saw the two. Also, as she made her way to her side of the bed, I could clearly see that she was nipping out. As I had noted in her class weeks earlier, I was correct about her concealed nubs being large. I did my very best to avoid looking below her face.

Still smiling and looking like she had all the energy in the world, my incredible teacher placed her hands together and didn't bother getting under the covers. She continued to lie on her right side so she could directly face me as she lifted her left leg ever so slightly in a sexy manner. I wasn't sure if she meant for the movement to look so erotic, but it did...and I did my best to glance downward at it without being noticed.

"So," she finally spoke up, "The first match tomorrow morning starts around eight o'clock if I remember the schedule correctly. It doesn't give us a whole lot of time to rest, but I can set an alarm for six thirty or seven...depending on how much time you want to get ready and grab some breakfast."

I had trouble believing that my amazing teacher didn't know she was affecting me in such a fanciful way. For a second, I almost wondered if she was testing me.

"I suppose it would be best if we didn't show up together," she went on as her smile turned to a frown. "Personally, I would love to be seen walking into that auditorium on your arm, but I'm sure my fellow faculty members would frown upon such a setup. I also wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends!"

"Embarrass me?" I asked in awe. "Are you kidding me, Miss...Tessa? My friends would be sooo jealous!" I laughed for a moment before changing my tune and agreeing with her, "It probably would be best if we weren't seen together, though. I'm not sure how the other teachers who are here would view such a thing."

She nodded even though she seemed to not like the consensus we had come to. She then added, "Maybe we should actually wake up a little earlier since this motel was a little off the beaten path. I already made you miss tonight's matches by arriving late, so I don't want you to miss the beginning of the one in the morning..."

"Not a big deal, Tessa," I inadvertently cut my incredible instructor off. I waved a hand and tried to sound cool about everything as I told her, "If I'm being honest with you, I don't really care too much about the tournament." The moment I made the comment, I instantly felt a little dimwitted. I felt even more foolish when she caught my comment and decided to press me about it.

"You don't care about seeing the tournament?" Miss Mia asked as her brow furrowed. "Why did you want to come out here, then? Was it to hang out with your friends?"

I wasn't sure how bright of an idea it was, but I decided to be honest with my Creative Writing instructor since I knew she would see through any lie I told her. "Actually," I mumbled under my breath as I glanced down at the end of the bed toward my feet, "I really only wanted to come so I could...hang out with you."

Out of my peripheral vision, I could see that Tessa was beaming. "Marcus! I...I don't even know what to say!"

I could hear true jubilation in her voice, but I felt that I owed her more of an explanation as I said, "I just think that you're a very interesting person to talk to, and I thought that if you had any input on my story..."

"Speaking of which," Tessa cut in with a devious grin on her face, "I didn't mention it before, but I couldn't help but notice a striking similarity between your female lead and someone I feel that I know quite well..."

Busted. Awkward isn't even close to the right word to describe how I felt in that moment. Some people say that they're "all thumbs" when they're clumsy, but I couldn't come up with any expression to construe how idiotic I felt in that moment...and I was a writer at the time!

"I thought so!" Tessa exclaimed as she rolled onto her back and let her head fall back on her pillow. She acted like a teenager again when she kicked her bare feet in the air and appeared to be cheering. "I thought that was supposed to be me!"

I was convinced that my humiliation would make me shrivel up into a tiny, insignificant speck in that moment. I'm sure I was red as a beet.

Tessa bounced on the bed in order to end up on her right side once again. She leaned on her right hand and stared directly at me as she smiled and soothingly said, "Don't be embarrassed, Marcus! I'm honored that you would base a character in your novel on me! Especially one of such importance!"

I didn't have the words to respond with. Anything I said was going to make me come off sounding like the biggest fool in the world.

"Oh, come on!" Tessa exclaimed as she sat up and playfully hit my left bicep with the back of her right hand. "It's just a story, right? You have to have a basis for your characters, so what's the matter with using your number one fan for one of them?"

Even though her words were kind, I still avoided eye contact with her. I was thrilled to hear her refer to herself as my "number one fan," but I was still a little flustered.

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" She suddenly queried as she laid back down and turned her attention toward the speckled ceiling.

We had already gone far enough down the rabbit hole that I felt that I didn't have much to lose. "Of course," I responded, my voice nearly cracking.

She rolled back over to look at me again as she asked, "How did you know I have big nipples?"

The fact that someone in Miss Mia's position would ask me such a thing so matter-of-factly came as a complete shock to me. She had every right to do so since I had written about her in such a provocative way, but I honestly wanted to be wiped off the face of the planet in that moment. I had always been kind of shy around girls with the exception of a slight few, but with my Creative Writing teacher - whom I idolized - well, this was just too much. Still, I knew I had to answer her question, and again, I knew I had to be honest or she would easily figure out that I was lying. After swallowing a lump in my throat, I decided to come clean and said, "Well, there was one day in class when it was a little cold..."

My fair-skinned instructor's eyes grew large and she placed a hand over her mouth. I could tell that I had embarrassed her without meaning to.

I wanted to tell her I had only noticed for a second and hadn't stared, but when I suddenly realized that she was still currently nipping out while lying next to me, I used my head to point toward her chest as I told her, "Kind of like now..."

Miss Mia glanced down and could see that her teats were doing their utmost best to break through her tight tank top. Her face practically started glowing redder than the shirt as she reached down and pulled the covers up to her chin.

I wasn't sure whether or not it would be a good idea to laugh. I didn't want her to feel as awkward as I had, so I did the first thing I could think of and made my voice soothing as she had done only moments before. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Tessa! It happens!" I doubted that my proclamation had helped matters.

Miss Mia pulled the blanket up over her head and stammered, "That means the other kids probably noticed as well! Aw, hell!"

I started to chuckle as I grabbed the blankets we shared and started to shake them a bit. "I'm sorry I noticed!" I tried to apologize. "I tried not to, but...well, you don't make it easy!"

My apprehensive instructor pulled the blankets down ever so slightly and mumbled, "What do you mean?"

For the first time since being in the bed next to her, I was able to look Miss Mia directly in the eyes as I told her, "Well, I know this isn't something I should say to you, and I'm probably out of line by doing so, but...well, you must know that you're a hottie, right, Tessa?"

Even with the blankets obscuring part of her face, the dazzling teacher was still red as a tomato. She was acting like she didn't believe my words.

"There's a reason I wanted to use you as the archetype for that character in my story," I told her. "I wanted my lead female to be HOT! I hope my saying so doesn't creep you out or make you feel weird in any way, but when I first started writing that piece, a picture of you jumped into my head right away!" I snapped my fingers as I spoke the word "you" and then proclaimed, "I knew that character couldn't be anyone but you!"

Miss Mia finally threw the blankets back down so they were by her waistline. I did my absolute best to avoid looking at her chest since her nubs were still practically poking through the thin material of her top. "Honestly, Marcus?" She asked with a bit of doubt in her voice.

I nodded to confirm my statement. "Again, I know I'm in no position to say such a thing to someone of your stature, but...well, I hope you don't mind my saying so, but I feel fairly comfortable around you. You're my teacher, sure, but you also feel like...a friend. As you've probably noticed, I tend to base the characters in my stories on people I know because it makes it easier to write about them. I'm sure you noticed that Welch was an elf, and the giant was based on Shatter. When I do that, I know exactly how to describe them, what kind of traits to give them, how they would act in certain situations, how they speak..."

"So, since the main female is based on me and the main male is based on you, will we end up getting it on?"

The awkward feelings circulating through our room continued to bounce back and forth between us. Once again, it was my turn to blush and do everything in my power to hide my face from her. I should've realized the question would come up sooner or later. I debated on pulling the blankets up over my face.

"Marcus," Tessa spoke in a voice barely above a whisper as she leaned a little closer to me, "I'm going to be perfectly honest with you because I know you want me to do so: When I was reading what you've completed so far, I was picturing both you and me the whole time. I was rooting for those two characters like you wouldn't believe, and on more than one occasion, I had to put those pages down and...touch myself."

I popped a full-on boner right at that moment. Between Miss Mia's words and her confession to being turned on by my writing, I couldn't help but become fully aroused in that moment. The fact that she placed a thumb in her mouth and started to nibble on it a bit also probably had something to do with it.

I could feel her hot breath on my left cheek as she went on in a low, sexy tone, "I read that story hoping to come across your main characters making passionate love with the full description that only you are capable of inscribing on a page, but you left off in an area that left me wanting. I realize the story is incomplete, but Marcus...you're such a damn tease!"

My lower lip quivered. I hoped Miss Mia didn't notice it, but if she was looking in my direction, I'm sure what little light came from the lamp made such a movement obvious.

Tessa's right eyebrow suddenly rose as her eyes started working their way down my body. Even though I had blankets covering me, she still looked to be checking me out as she slyly told me, "Marcus, I don't exactly have any concern over whether or not our boys' team wins or loses this sporting event, either. I don't mean for this to sound rude toward your fellow classmates, but I didn't drive all these miles to watch the matches and cheer those young men on. I had my own reasons for coming out here."

I gulped as Miss Mia reached over and put a hand on my covered left arm. She slowly moved it downward as she went on, "Marcus, you are a fascinating man. Some people may say you're still a teenager since you're nineteen, but I don't see you that way: You're a man through and through. I have seen the maturity you exude in school, and the papers I've read that you've handed into me during class have been deeper than many of the novels I have consumed that were written by the 'masters.' You have an intellect unlike any person I've ever come across, and if you don't mind my saying so...you are dashingly handsome!" As she spoke her last sentence, she lifted her hand to my face and ran it over my right cheek. She gave me a wink as she confessed, "I really like what you've done with those sideburns!"