Aiko, #1 (Submission) - Sex Stories

Aiko, #1 (Submission)

... actually expected it to work. I had thought as far as wanting to spend more time with him, but what would I do now? How would I do it?

I realized that I would have to pay attention. I could no longer afford to get lost in the sound of his voice. If this session didn't work out, he might even end it early. Whereas if I did well, perhaps...

"Shall we sit at your desk?"

My head shot up. Somehow, this had never occurred to me. I had expected him to keep using the blackboard.

"U-um," I stammered, "sure."

I returned to my desk, my heart pounding as he took the seat next to me.

"... alright," he said slowly. "I think the first thing we should look at is limits. I think that's been the topic where you've done worst."

Had he really looked at this beforehand? He seemed to have put more time into this than I had realized.

"Yes," I said with some delay, "I honestly never really understood what they are."

The lesson that followed was very difficult for me. Over and over again, my thoughts drifted off, either into sexual fantasies or dread about what the hell I was doing. But every time I noticed it, I snapped back as quickly as I could. Unusually, it was enough. There was only one time when I realized the full extent to which I had no idea what I was even trying to do, that I had to ask him to repeat what he was saying.

It was ironic that he was actually a fantastic teacher in this setting. I had never realized how ineffective it was to teach an entire ...

... class at once, and how much better you could do like this. If the situation had been different, I'd probably really appreciate it.

"... so that comes out at 35 percent, I think?" I asked. When he didn't answer, I looked up nervously.

"Aiko," he said with some delay, "is there a problem at home?"

"Huh?" I made. "Um, no. Why do you ask, Mr. Thorne?"

"Because you're clearly smart enough to understand all of this. We've just covered about half of last year's curriculum in..." He looked at the watch. "... fifty minutes."

"No, everything is good at home," I said. "You're a... um, very good at teaching, Mr. Thorne."

I had wanted to say "a very good teacher", but for some reason, that felt wrong. I wasn't sure why. Because I wanted him to be more than that?

"Aiko, I've been your teacher last year, too. If I'm good at it, why did you lose the thread in the first place? We've covered all this stuff in far more detail during class."

I kneaded my hands nervously, feeling put on the spot. "It's, um... uh, it's my fault. I just have trouble focusing. It has nothing to do with your teaching."

"What about now?"

I winced. He hadn't said something like, 'it seems like you could focus better now'. Had he noticed how hard it had been for me? Or was it just a coincidence?

"Um," I stammered, "I tried... more... I didn't want to disappoint you, Mr. Thorne."

I realized, too late, how inappropriate that sounded.

"... you know, since you took your time to tutor me ...