Scott's apartment was quiet when he walked inside. That was no surprise—a college guy's apartment was a dead and silent place at 7:30 in the morning. His one early-bird roommate was out the door by 6:30, and the rest of them didn't believe in morning hours in the single digits.
Scott stumbled a little through the darkness until he found his room. He closed the door firmly behind him, and fell on the bed without undressing.
He was in that same position when his phone alarm went off three hours later.
Scott jerked awake, wiping drool from his face and checking the time. His first class that day was in 40 minutes.
"Hell with that," he said, sinking back down. Erika had kept him up most of the night, and then kicked him out early. He let his eyes drift closed again. He'd be okay missing this class one time. After all, half the reason he took it was...
Scott's eyes shot open, and he jerked upright. He yanked out his phone again, and stared at the app he now had shortcutted on his home screen:
RG. The Relationship Game.
Scott felt a small thrill go down the skin of his back and a stirring in his pants. "No way I'm missing that class today," he grinned. "Not when I've got this."
He immediately slid off the bed and got to the floor, digging around a bit until he pulled out his backpack. More rooting with a hand produced a couple of textbooks and his power bank. He opened his bag, replaced some of the books that were in there with the new ones, and zipped it shut. Then he plugged his phone into his charger, just to be safe, and took a quick whiff of himself. He smelled... he smelled...
He smelled like sex.
Not the worst smell in the world, but it could be off-putting to certain people in certain circumstances. So he quickly stripped down, dumped his clothes in a laundry bag, grabbed his bathrobe, and headed for the shower. Thankfully, no one was using it (for once), and he got in a lightning-fast five minute scrub before he rushed, dripping, back to his room, paused, rushed back to the bathroom to put on deodorant, ran back to his room, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and put a stick of minty gum in his mouth.
He grabbed his bag and phone, checking the time. He still had 20 minutes, and class was a fifteen minute walk away.
Alan strode outside with a grin on his face and a semi in his pants.
***
The Brian Lancaster Language and Reason Building ("the Blurb") wasn't the college's largest. It was a little older: brick and squat where most of the newer ones were glassy and tall, and tucked in to the corner of the southeast end of campus. The inside was also more cramped and winding, with brown walls and grey floors and odd smells. It wasn't exactly a gem.
Scott slid through the glass outer doors and immediately made a right, heading down a flight of steps with a nicely polished but slightly shaky handrail, and down the hallway a ways until he got to a set of double doors. He pushed inside.
The room that held his class was just barely large enough to be called an auditorium. It had the tiered seating, but held probably only about 60 seats. The seats were the permanent, fold-down kind that had cushions with a comfort level slightly less than a theater seat but just a smidge better than a church pew. Its location in the basement kept it at a just slightly cool temperature year round.
Usually, Scott would have ensconced himself somewhere in the middle a few rows from the back, but this time he chose a seat just a couple rows from the front, on the left side. There were already a few others dotting the seats, including one or two girls that he might have paid more attention to were this another class. Others were rapidly streaming in. He settled in the seat, unzipped his backpack, and pulled out his folder for this class.
Japanese 100: Introduction to Language and Culture. It was a two credit class intended to give students a chance to sample what it might be like to take a real Japanese language or history course. It was a trap: just easy and fun enough to fool you into taking a deeper dive to succeeding classes that no doubt jumped the difficulty up to Super Hard half the semester in, and by then you'd invested time, money, and credits into it. Scott had been fully aware of this when he scoped out the class. As long as you knew it was a trap, you wouldn't fall for it, and get easy language credits.
He'd come for the credits, but stayed for the instructor.
On cue, the side door of the auditorium opened, and she walked in.
"Minna-san, ohayou gozaimasu," Lydia Sato smiled. That smile was so cute, the students couldn't help but given her an enthusiastic, "Ohayou gozaimasu!" in return.
Lydia, or as she prefered with her students, Sato-sensei, wasn't even a year out of grad school. Her nose was a tiny button, and her hair was a gorgeous flowing wave of blue-black. She always wore bright lipsticks, mostly pink or red, but otherwise only used subtle hints of makeup: dark, perfect arcs of eyeliner and only the tiniest hint of foundation. Really, she didn't need it much.
"I hope you all had a great weekend," she continued, her eyes sparkling with excitement in a way that put kittens and puppies to shame. "We have plenty of things lined up for class today, though, so we better get cracking."
She had the eye of every heterosexual male and most of the females from both sides of the fence as she turned and started to write on the chalkboard. She made an adorable little straining sound as she stretched to write as high as she could. Scott leaned in to watch.
Lydia wasn't just cute. She always wore very reserved business suits and dresses, except for the occasionally slightly short skirt that showed off pale legs that looked superhumanly smooth. But you could just tell, from glimpses and slight movements, that her stodgy wardrobe was attempting to hide a small but incredibly tight ass, a tiny waist, and a pair of tits that were about a size larger than you normally see on her body type. Whether they were real or not was a hotly debated topic.
And Scott intended to find out.
As Lydia continued to write, pausing occasionally to talk in detail on the plan for the lesson, Scott pulled out his phone and missed the little "RG" icon twice in his excitement. Once he'd managed to thumb it, the Relationship Game booted up, and he set the filter to Proximity. Sure enough, his screen grew crowded with names of students around him. But he was close enough it only took a bit of scrolling to find "Lydia Yue Sato" among them.
He tapped on her, and her status line read: "Instructor/Thinks you are one of her cute students."
Scott felt his heart start to pound a little. Well, that was already a pretty good start. He double tapped her name, and looked at his options. He had all his Points for the day (six) still to use, as well as both Exchanges and three Randoms.
He dismissed the idea of using a Random immediately. With all his reserve moves, he might be willing to take the risk if he wasn't in the same room as her. But if he had another Angela incident, he wasn't sure how fast he could Point and Exchange his way out of the situation before she planted something sharp in his guts.
Scott's finger hovered over Points for a moment. She was already in a good spot with him, so it wasn't hard to imagine that it wouldn't take too many points to improve their status into something more... intimate. But he hesitated.
Points definitely didn't seem like the thing for anything short term. They were labeled as "permanent", after all. As hot as he was to find out how she looked under her suit, Scott wasn't sure pursuing a long term relationship with an instructor at his college, either romantic or sexual, was a good idea. He wanted in her pants, but he didn't want her fired or himself in too much trouble.
So he went with his first instinct from this morning, and selected "Exchange" instead. Lydia had stopped writing, and was now walking slowly across the auditorium front, asking questions and pointing to raised hands. He kept an eye on her as he changed his filter to Favorites, and selected one of the two people there:
Mariah Knight.
Her status had changed just a little since yesterday, but only for the better. It now read: "Secret sex friend\Kinda craving another taste of you."
Scott licked his lips, his thumb hovering over the confirm button. But first he glanced up. Lydia had nearly walked to his side of the room, scanning over the crowd as she spoke. Just as her eyes settled on him, he jammed down on "Confirm".
This was his first time actually watching when he made a change. There was nothing overt about it. Scott might have missed the signs if he weren't looking for them. But when Lydia met his eyes, she paused just a bit longer, and her irises got just a bit wider. She gave him a small smile that, while still cute, was just a few degrees saucier, and her hips shifted slightly. She pulled back a lock of hair, and her mouth opened as if she might say something, but instead she straightened to call on a tall girl raising her hand in the row in front of Scott.
"Excellent," Lydia told the room when the girl had finished speaking (Scott honestly didn't even hear her over his throbbing anticipation), "Thank you. Now, I want all of you to get out your text and read a little passage. Yes, I know," she said to the slight groans, "but doing it in class avoids doing it for homework, right? It's not very long, and it will be good for our discussion. I'll be walking around if you have any questions."
There was a reluctantly assenting rumble, and a mass shuffle of backpacks and books. Scott got his out also, leafing to the correct page as she started to walk down the aisles. He didn't read anything, though: he stared right through the text, waiting as he listened to those soft footsteps coming closer.
"Any questions so far, Scott?" Lydia asked, bending down next to him.
"Uh, not quite," he said, meeting her eyes, eventually. He may have stopped a couple other places on the way.
Her smile had the tip of her tongue moving behind her front teeth, just for the barest moment. "Well, make sure you read it carefully," she told him. "But I do have about 45 minutes right after class and before my office hour, if you have questions we didn't cover." She bent a little closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "And if you make it there quickly enough, sugoi ecchi na koto yatte ageru kamo."
