You think back to yesterday, when you were leaving Ms. Mary's class. You had recently gotten a failing grade on a test, but she felt it wasn't through a lack of trying.

"If you want, you can come to my house for tutoring! Come over any time, I'll be happy to help whenever."

She might not have meant near sundown, on a weekend, but you try not to think about it.

Stepping up to the front door, you politely knock. When you receive no immediate response, you knock a little harder. Still nothing. Stupidly, you try the door handle, and... it works? She left the door unlocked. Odd.

You snoop around her house for a bit, but you can't find her anywhere. It's clear she lives here, she even left her work computer on. The only place you haven't checked is... her bedroom. You knock politely. No response.

...You gently open the door. And there she is.

The warm yellow glow of a nightlight casts her image. Her soft hair spread against the pillow. Her gentle face, at peaceful rest, quietly breathing in... and out. Her body, uncovered by any blanket or sheet, is beautifully splayed out before you. A silky negligee barely covers her form. She lies face down on the mattress, her ample breasts pressed against the bed by her torso.

And there are no words that could adequately describe the heavenly figure of her ass. Her cheeks slowly rise and sink in time with her breaths like the softest dough at a bakery. Her thighs cup them perfectly, tapering her figure off with the shape of a goddess. The shape of fertility, made manifest...

What will you do?

Leaning forward on her elbows and spreading her legs a little, Ms. Mary moans softly into the pillow at your touch. It feels so good. Her eyes flicker open briefly, heavy lids trying to close again as she gazes back over her shoulder at you. A small smile curves across her lips as she watches you slowly trace circles around her ass with your finger.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Keep doing that..."

Her smile widens as you pull your finger back, but she reaches out with one hand to gently hold your wrist, keeping you close. "No, don't stop," she whispers, lazily closing her eyes again. "That feels so good." She shifts slightly beneath the covers, arching her back and pressing herself harder into your touch. Ms. Mary is into whatever you want to do to her tonight.

Her breath catches in her throat as you caress her ass, the soft hairs on your palm tickling and teasing her sensitive flesh. "Oh, yes..." she whispers, arching further into the touch. Her hips rise off the bed slightly, offering herself to you in silent invitation. She feels so warm and relaxed beneath your touch. Ms. Mary loves having you play with her like this; she could stay like this all night long, just enjoying the sensation of your hands on her body.

"I'm awake," she whispers, sounding sleepy but contented. "Just enjoy me." And with that invitation, she rolls over onto her back, arching her spine and spreading her legs wider in welcome. Her breasts are perfectly offered to you, the nipples standing erect and hard. She moans softly as your touch continues to stroke across her ass. "Do whatever feels good," she pants, licking her lips nervously. "Please..."

Her lips part in a silent moan as you touch her, your fingers teasing and exploring. "Yes... please..." she whispers, arching into the touch again. It's almost as if she can barely feel anything but the sensations running through her body right now; his hands on her skin, his breath warm against hers. She wants more, so much more. But she trusts you; she knows whatever you do to her will be gentle and pleasurable.

Her breath catches in her throat as you undo her bra and pull it away, exposing her perfect breasts to the cool night air. She feels so exposed and vulnerable beneath your touch, but it's a delicious sort of feeling that leaves her aching for more. Her nipples harden even further, begging for your touch. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back again and pressing herself up into your fingers. She's so wet already, the sheets are starting to feel damp beneath her thighs.

"Do anything you want," she pants. "I'm all yours tonight."

Her eyes flutter shut and she whimpers softly as you touch her breasts, tracing her nipples with the pads of your fingers before gently squeezing them between your palms. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "I mean... sort of. But I told him... I want other people..." She trails off, breath catching as you continue to stroke and caress her breasts. Ms. Mary trusts you completely; it's a feeling unlike anything she's ever experienced before. The fact that you're here, touching her like this... it's more than she could have ever hoped for.

"It's... complicated," she gasps, her hips arching off the bed in rhythm with your touch. "But I like it..." Her words trail off into a moan as you continue to caress and squeeze her breasts, her breath coming faster now, shallower. "Please... more..."

You are warm and reassuring against her skin, and she couldn't be happier about it. Her hands move to cradle your head, running through your hair gently before cupping the back of your skull. "Oh, sweetie," she whispers softly. "You deserve so much better." The thought makes her heart ache just a little bit, but right now... right now she's enjoying the pleasure you bring her too much to dwell on it.

Her hips rise off the bed in time with each of your breaths, moving against your head in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that drives them both closer and closer to release. "Mmm," she moans, arching her back further. "That feels so good..." She doesn't know how much longer she can take it; the sensations are building inside her and the need for release grows stronger by the second.

Her hands fly to your hair as she digs her nails into the back of your skull, encouraging you deeper. Her hips buck off the bed in sharp jerks that match the rhythm of your sucking and licking around her nipple. It feels so good; so impossibly right. She can feel herself getting closer with every stroke of your tongue and scrape of your teeth, and the thought is enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her breath comes faster now, shallower as she writhes beneath you, moaning and begging for more.

"Yes... like that... oh God..." she cries out hoarsely, arching off the bed again and again. "Please don't stop..."

Her back arches off the bed in a long drawn out moan as your touch finally pushes her over the edge. Her body tenses and trembles beneath you, her fingers digging into your scalp as she cries out in release. Waves of intense pleasure wash through her, again and again, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling from the aftershocks.

Her eyes drift closed, lashes wet with tears of ecstasy as her body slowly begins to relax back against the bed. She turns her head to one side, nuzzling into your shoulder, and lets out a shuddering sigh that seems to last for minutes. "Wow," she whispers, voice breathless. "That was... incredible." Her fingers trail down your arm before sliding beneath the covers, entwining with yours. She can't believe how good it feels to have you here with her like this

Her eyes open blearily, and she takes a moment to remember where she is and what just happened. Seeing you there, looking down at her with concern in your eyes, a soft smile curving your lips makes her feel warm all over again. "Stay," she murmurs dreamily. Her fingers tighten around yours as if afraid that if she lets go, this perfect moment will fade away. She knows she should probably sleep now, but having you here... it feels so right.

"Please stay with me?" she whispers softly, looking up at you through her lashes. "Just a little while longer?"

"Oh, you silly boy," she whispers with a small laugh, her fingers combing through your hair gently as she holds you close. "I never grade on a curve." Then, more seriously, she adds: "But I suppose... if you keep helping me like this... maybe we can both improve?" She squeezes your hand, smiling up at you.

Her breathing slowly evens out again, and exhaustion begins to creep back into her limbs. It feels so good to have someone else here with her tonight; she closes her eyes again, content to cuddle up against you for as long as you're willing to stay.

Her body relaxing against yours as she drifts off to sleep, her breath growing shallow and even. It's the most peaceful she's felt in days, and having you here with her like this makes it all the sweeter. She nestles closer, trusting you completely to stay by her side through the night.

Sleep pulls at her eyelids, dragging them closed as exhaustion finally wins out over every other thought and emotion. And for once, she doesn't mind letting go. In this moment, nothing else matters except having you here... and knowing that no matter what tomorrow brings, tonight... tonight will always be yours.

Hmm? What's that? You want five more minutes of sleeping in? But it's light out... and we both have school today! If you stay any longer, you won't have time to get ready...