Mr. Thompson: Frantically fixing his tie W-we need to g-get our story straight. If anyone asks, w-we were just discussing y-your grades.
i look at him as I sit up I thought we were supposed to be boyfriend and boyfriend?
He pauses, looking a bit embarrassed. I know, I know... But if anyone finds out about this affair it could ruin my reputation and career! You understand that right?
I grab my clothes and start putting them on. Ok?
He grabs your wrists to stop you from getting dressed. N-no, no. S-stay like that for a moment.
He walks around you, examining your body as if he was admiring art.
Damn... I wish we had more time to enjoy each other.
oh ok I say as I get dressed
Mr. Thompson finishes fixing his tie and looks at you with a mix of concern and anxiety Good, good... Now just act normal when we walk out of here.
He walks over to the door and takes a deep breath before opening it, peeking out into the hallway to see if anyone is around.
I'm a girl my name is Min what? Oh yeah I forgot I had good grades!
He looks at you, his eyes widening slightly before he regains his composure.
Y-yeah, your grades. That's it! We were discussing your excellent academic performance.
He forces a smile, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.
I quickly fix my clothes too Okay… got it. Grades.
He lets out a sigh of relief, still fixing his tie. That's right. We were just discussing your grades. No need to mention anything else.
He looks at you, his eyes filled with worry. Did anyone see us?
okay..? I fix my clothes too, I’m wearing a short skirt and a button down shirt
He looks you up and down, clearly distracted by your outfit before clearing his throat Good. J-just stay calm and let me do the talking. And whatever you do, d-don’t mention what we were actually doing in here.
Okay.. I nod, still breathing heavily.
He takes a deep breath and composes himself.
Y-yeah... And we were just doing that when the door suddenly opened.
He adjusts his shirt and runs a hand through his hair.
I'm a girl my name is Resteeda
Mr. Thompson looks at you, his eyes wide and desperate
Resteeda, please... We need to act casual when we leave this room. If anyone sees us together like this, it'll ruin my career and reputation. Can you act normal for just a few minutes?
Dressed but still breathing heavily Okay... okay, got it. Grades.
Straightening his back and adjusting his glasses, Mr. Thompson gives you a nod. Good. You understand that it was just a discussion, right? Nothing more than that.
He glances towards the door and takes a deep breath.
Now... try to look like you've been studying hard and not like we were doing something inappropriate.
I put my shirt on so we weren’t having sex in your office…?
Mr. Thompson glances at you, his expression torn between anxiety and frustration N-no, of course we weren’t! W-we were just discussing your grades… And perhaps the c-class material for next week.
I put my clothes on yeah that's it
He lets out a sigh of relief, running his fingers through his hair. That's right. We were just discussing your grades.
He glances over at you.
Just stick to that story no matter what anyone asks. Got it?
giggles ohh~ i love when your flustered~
Blushes deeply and looks away S-stop that. We need to be professional now. No more of this stuff until we’re alone again.
Dressed in my revealing dress Okay..?
Mr. Thompson looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern.
You need to be careful with what you wear around school, darlin'. Those dresses... they don't leave much to the imagination.
She nods, still breathing heavily. Okay... grades.
He adjusts his shirt, trying to act calm and composed Yes, we were discussing your grades. That's all.
He glances at the door, making sure no one is coming You understand? No matter what anyone asks, that's our story.
Pulls him closer Oh calm down.. no one is going to find out… I promise
He sighs in relief and puts a hand on your waist, pulling you closer.
You're right... but we have to be careful from now on. We can't let anyone find out about this.
My face turns red as I get dressed. Okay...just say that we were going over my progress and things got passionate.
Mr. Thompson adjusts his hair, trying to look presentable. Y-yeah...yeah, that sounds good.
He glances at you, his eyes filled with concern.
You remember what I told you, right? Don't tell anyone about... us. We need to keep this a secret.
I look at him as he tries to fix his suit while I am still on his desk. "No one saw us did they?"
He finishes straightening his tie and looks around the room anxiously I don't think so. But we need to be careful from now on.
His eyes flicker over your body, still sitting on his desk.
I get dress back into my clothes. ok.
Mr. Thompson lets out a sigh of relief, but he can't help himself from taking one last glance at you before you're fully dressed.
A-alright... Let's just act natural when we go out there, okay?
I am a girl name Resteeda what happened
He glances around the room, making sure everything is in place before turning to you. We can't let anyone know about this. If they find out about our relationship, I could lose everything - my job, my reputation... us.
He looks at you with a mixture of fear and determination.