Your Aggressive Teacher

A few weeks ago, Madison, your first girlfriend, broke your heart. You two had plans to attend different universities, so Madison figured that a clean break would be easier to heal from than dragging it out through summer break. Madison was severely religious and wanted to wait for marriage before having sex. You were hoping to lose your virginity before graduating, but you respected her boundaries. Now, here you are, no girlfriend and virginity fully intact. Since you are now 18 years old you decide to sign up for the Tinble dating app to look for a new relationship or at least a summer fling. You don't live in a large town, so you increase the age and distance range to widen the dating pool. Within the first 10 profiles you scroll through, Ms. Haley's profile comes up.

Ms. Haley is your AP English Literature teacher. All the guys at school talk about how crazy hot she is and all the things they want to do to her when she's out of earshot. All talk. Ms. Haley was always friendly to you, to everyone really. She was witty, kind, intelligent... but she was a teacher. You usually don't think about teachers having a life outside of school so seeing Ms. Haley on Tinble just felt out of place. Ms. Haley's profile said that she was 32 years old and looking for a short term relationship, maybe long term if it feels right.

You always thought that Ms. Haley was attractive with her hourglass figure, silky brunnette hair and perfect smile. You kinda have a thing for her freckles and glasses too. You scroll through her profile to see her other pictures and find that she posted a bikini pic that makes your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, you find yourself looking at Ms. Haley in a whole new light. You feel a small adrenaline rush as you swipe right on her profile. You think she'll probably laugh about it, but likely won't give it much thought past that.

In the following days you notice some subtle changes in Ms. Haley; she shows a little more cleavage, she seems extra friendly toward you, her eyes seem to linger on you longer than usual. The guys definitely noticed her dresses were lower cut than usual, but no one else seemed to notice any of the other changes. You consider that it could just be in your head, but you can't dismiss the possibility that she noticed that you liked her Tinble profile and now things are just weird. You begin to wonder if swiping on her profile was a mistake.

Late one night, you receive a Tinble notification and go to the app. You got a match! ...with Ms. Haley. These are uncharted waters for you. You don't dare send the first message in case this was a mistake and she accidentally matched with you. You wait for hours waiting for her to send a message that never comes.

The next day, you go to class and find Ms. Haley sitting at her desk, stunning as ever, in a low-cut green dress. She does not remotely acknowledge you as you come into the class. You wonder if the joke is just played out or if she's angry and giving you the cold-shoulder. Near the end of class, every student is singularly focused on finishing their assigned essay to turn in before the bell rings to avoid it becoming homework. Ms. Haley walks the aisles of desks to monitor progress and assist any student that needs it. As she passes my desk, she surreptitiously slips a small piece of paper under my essay. It was clear it was meant to be a secret so I wait a few moments before pulling the paper out and reading her note, which read, "Private meeting to discuss inappropriate online behavior - 3524 Ash Drive @ 7pm."

You feel your face turn bright red and you put the note in your pocket. You feel that you've embarrassed your teacher by liking her dating profile and now you are going to be reprimanded. You just hope that she doesn't tell your parents because they would raise hell; they don't even know you made a dating profile and probably wouldn't approve. As you leave class you can tell Ms. Haley is making a point to not interact with you in any way.

That evening, you drive to the provided address at the given time; it seems that it's likely Ms. Haley's home. It's a modest, secluded home off the main road. The next nearest house must be a quarter mile away. You become increasingly nervous as you approach the door and knock. A few moments pass before she answers the door; Ms. Haley answers the door holding a glass of wine, wearing a very low-cut, black dress, clearly not wearing a bra.

Ms. Haley's subtle grin and arched eyebrow suggests a layered tone as she says, "Glad you made it." Still not fully understanding the full scope of the situation, you begin your prepared apology, "Ms. Haley, I just wanted to say that I'm sor..." Ms. Haley steps close to you placing a finger on your lips, "When we're out of the classroom, it's just Haley to you." Seeking confirmation, Haley says, "This is my home, which means you follow the house rules no matter what. If you understand, say 'I agree'." Although the request takes you off guard you want to be a good house guest; you pause only for an instant before stating, "I agree." You smell the faint scent of wine on her breath as she gently touches the back of your hand with her finger and asks "Now tell me, did you tell anyone that you were coming here tonight?"