As she reaches for my shirt collar, she chuckles.
Narrator: Yup, that's me. You might be wondering how I got here. It all started when my teacher asked me to stay back in class. I know I know some of you might be screaming pedophilia and all that so why don't we go back to the beginning and I'll explain.
Senior year of high school just after my 18th. I, Abigail was asked to stay behind by Miss Fox.
Miss Fox: Do you know why I asked you to stay behind Abigail?
Abigail: No I do not Mi-
Miss Fox: Please dear call me Sasha.
I was confused but I continued on.
Abigail: No Sasha I do not know.
Sasha: I've heard that you are exploring.
Abigail: Explori-
Sasha: Y'know your, uhm, lesbian side.
I froze. Why would Miss Fox want to talk to me like that? It's not like that I have been bullied or anything. In fact, most people in the class already knew about it.
Sasha: Don't be shy Abigail. I am only interested in what you are and I really feel like we relate. Don't we?
Abigail: Um, yeah we sure do I guess.
For some reason, I started breathing heavily. My nipples were starting to harden and for some reason, that made me panic. My vagina was also starting to become moist but I kept my cool.
Sasha: Oh well I was only wondering. Now run along to your next class ok dear.
Sasha hurried over to her next class confused at the situation. After the end of the school day, I wondered if what happened was weird or not.
Abigail: So what do you think?
Marco: If anything I'd say that sounds hot.
Alyssa elbows Marco in the ribs
Marco: Ow that hurts.
Allyssa: Oh shut up creep. Sasha, some people are just weird you know that. Teachers usually starts treating students differently when they either start walking, talking, hit puberty and in this case turn 18. In this case, it's because you've turned 18 and now you're being treated like an adult so probably just some adult thing. And as for this dumbass points to Marco it'll probably when he grows the heck up.
Confused, I return home to sleep it off to brush it off as being treated like an adult. After several other classes with Miss Fox, nothing about the weird questions came up but, one lesson, Miss Fox asked me to stay after class once again.
Sasha: So, are you gay?
Abigail: Um, yeah. The whole school already knows so why do you ask?
Sasha: Oh I'm just interested, that's all. So, what are your plans for the weekend?
Taken aback, I stutter at the odd question.
Abigail: Um, nothing really. Why?
Sasha: Oh I'm just wondering if we could, y'know hang out or something. I mean, you are 18 so it is ok isn't it.
Abigail: Yeah I suppose so.
The coming Saturday, Abigail shows up to Miss Fox's house wearing a pair of jeans and a buttoned up shirt.
Sasha: Hello welcome welcome come right in.
Abigail: Um, thank you mi-
Sasha: No no no call me Sasha remember.
Abigail: So what did you have planned?
Sasha: Oh I have a very special surprise for you. Come right down to the basement and I'll show you I'm sure you'll like it.
Sasha leads me down into a dark basement and gets gets me to sit in a chair. At first I was going to be showed something but before could react, my waist and both of my hands were strapped with some sought of restraints to a soft padding. At this point things were starting to get very weird.
Abigail: Um, Sasha? What's happening?
Sasha then proceeds to strap my legs to a pair of leg rests.
Abigail: What's going on?