The Relationship Game Ch. 02

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."

Scott only had the vaguest notion what the words had been, but since Lydia had stared down at his crotch, clearly sizing up his hardon as she said it, he had a pretty good idea as to the gist. She looked back up at his eyes, and gave the tiniest little bounce of excitement. "Don't be late."

She gave him that smile again, about ten degrees hotter than the last time, and moved on.

Scott couldn't claim he paid very good attention to class after that. When it ended and Lydia had excused herself, saying she had a short meeting to get to, he counted off a blood-pumping 60 seconds before he bolted up and followed.

***

Lydia's office was on the third floor of the building. Scott had only been there once, but thankfully it wasn't that hard to find. It was one of a row of them that checkered the hallway, so he just had to keep moving along the line of doors until he spotted her name. Unlike most of her coworkers at the same level, Lydia's was one of the few that didn't have a second name on her placard that would indicate she shared the office with another instructor.

Scott tapped on the door, softly, and his hand had barely started to lower when it sprang open. Lydia peeked through the opening, her tilted head the only thing visible. She smiled.

"Scott!" she bubbled. "Good to see you, come in." She pulled the door open a bit wider, but not much more than he could just slip through, and shut it firmly behind him. Scott got a brief glance around. It was a cramped little place, barely room for a couple shelves, a computer desk, and a trash bin.

But he didn't look at the room for long. Something else caught his attention.

Lydia had lost her suit coat somewhere, and her white blouse was open on top by about five more buttons than normal. It gave a generous view of her cleavage and just a tiny strip of the top of her bra. It might have been Scott's imagination, but he was pretty sure her skirt was hiked up a bit, just high enough to show off where her thigh-high nylons left off.

She stepped right into him, looking up at him with a smile and trailing a finger over his chest. "So, have any questions from class?"

"Uh, not that I can think of," Scott replied. He twitched to run his hands down her, but he wanted her to make the first move.

She smiled, leaning into him deeper and pressing her tits into his chest. "I see. What then, I wonder, could you have come here for, then?"

Lydia started to grind her pelvis into him, letting out a giggle. "Well then, I suppose I could give you a... cultural experience."

She reached up with both hands, grabbing his face and tugging him down toward her. She kissed his lips softly. She lingered there a while, giving Scott a chance to feel the silky smoothness and wonder how much lipstick he had on now. Then she turned her head a little, and lightly started to work her tongue into his mouth. He started to eagerly reciprocate, but she pulled back a little, hovering just out of his reach. She smiled, and then leaning forward again, sucked his tongue into her mouth, working it loudly and wetly without her lips touching his.

Scott ran his hands down her sides, reaching for a more interesting area, but she reached down and grabbed his wrists. Her hands were tiny compared to his, but gripped him firmly even as she kept working his tongue inside her mouth and sucking loudly. She came off of him with a slight pop and a line of saliva connecting them for a moment.

"Mmm," she said, giving him a sultry smile, "oishii."

Scott blinked. "Lydia, what—"

She put a finger on his lips. "'Sensei' to yonde."

He stared, his mouth opening.

"Sen. Sei." she said again, leaning in closer.

After a moment, Scott repeated. "Sensei."

Her smile bloomed into a grin. "Yoroshii." She looked down at his crotch, licking her lips. She cupped his package, hefting it as she stared up into his eyes. She lightly touched his scrotum with the tip of her finger, circling one testicle and then the other, and then trailed up to his cockhead, tracing the edge of his urethra. Then she reached up with the other hand, running her fingers down his chest to his waist as she got down on her knees. With a quick move, she fished out the drawstring of his shorts, undid the knot, and had them down around his thighs.

She gave him another 49 degree celsius smile. "Shitagi ga nai ne. Nanika kide shitanda kashira..."

Scott's mouth worked. "Sensei, I don't—"

"Wakaranakute ii no yo," she purred, cutting him off as she took hold of his shaft with her forefinger and thumb. He wasn't pornstar big, but Scott looked like it compared to her hands. "Sore nishitemo ii ochinchi motte irun da ne." Her eyes flashed back up to his face again. "Suite hoshii?"

Scott hesitated. "Uh..."

"Kotai wa 'hai, sensei' desu yo."

Scott's brain worked furiously. "Er... hai, sensei?"

Lydia's cute face broke into another wicked smile. "Yokarou." She pointed his dick toward her mouth, and using just the tip of her tongue, started to wet the edges of the mushroom head. Little by little, she worked her tongue all up and down his shaft again, pausing to circle on his ballsack or his tip, and as the moisture built up, began to slowly, firmly stroke his shaft. Finally, she put her lips on the tip. Scott could feel them stretch across his girth, lock around the ridge of the cockhead, swirling with her tongue in a way that made him twitch a little.

She sank down on him until he was just an inch or so in her mouth and sucked harder, her hand jerking him in long, smooth motions, moving gradually up and down the upper half of his shaft with her mouth. She moaned slightly, her eyes closed and an expression like she was slowly melting a piece of chocolate away in her mouth. Then she looked up at Scott, and eyes twinkling, sucked his dick in further and further until he was most of the way inside her mouth and throat.

Lydia started to bob on him, but she was in no hurry. She sank down smoothly, stroking the shaft, fondling his balls, and then up again. Over and over and over, like she was luxuriating in having his penis in her mouth. She rose off of his member with a soft slurping sound, and giving him another impish smile, unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way.

It fell away, and a moment later, the bra followed, sliding off of her. Her tits were shapely, very tight and well rounded, possibly even larger-looking without the bra. But even as he reached out to cop a feel, she grinned, grabbed his dick in one hand, pulling it up, and squeezed her face between his legs and up into his crotch. Then he felt her tongue, wet and warm, circling his anus.

"Holy shit," he said.

Lydia's face pressed in closer to his ass, delicately swirling and working with her mouth, rimming him. Her hand kept jerking up and down on his still saliva-drenched dick, but she took her time about it. It seems like it took several seconds for her to squeeze from his tip to his base and back. All the while, her mouth was exploring every portion of skin around his asshole.

Then she shoved her tongue up inside him. Scott jerked, but she didn't even pause. His instructor just kept swirling, flicking, jerking, and tongue fucking him.

By the time she slid away, Scott's anus was dripping and wet, and his dick was absolutely rock hard. Lydia stood, and reaching for his shirt bottom, pulled it up over his head so it came off inside out. Then she ran a hand up and down his chest, feeling his pecs and stomach. The other hadn't stopped milking his dick. Suddenly she bent over, and grabbing his ass, started to suck on his right nipple. This made Scott squirm a bit. He'd never had a girl suck on him there; it was always the other way around.

Her breasts were pressed against his stomach, and Scott could feel the hardness of her tiny brown nipples poking at him. He reached down and managed to mash them a little, squeezing them from the sides with his fingers. They sure seemed real to him. But then, he was pretty sure he'd never done a girl with fake ones.

Lydia's mouth sipped on him a moment longer, and then popped off. She gave him a shit eating grin, and tisked softly. "Warui seito nan da ne. Oshioki ga hitsuyou mitai."

Then suddenly grabbed him behind the knees, and pulling with her hands while she pushed with her shoulder, brought him quickly to the floor. Scott managed to slow himself a little, but still wobbled, flailing so he didn't fall flat on his back.

Lydia stood and stepped over him. She pulled her skirt up until it was wadded at her waist. Her hipster panties were white and silky. They also had a big, dark wet spot all down the middle.

She turned, bending over and showing off her ass for him as she pulled her panties down. It was a little smaller than he liked, but it was tight and totally unblemished. He only got a moment more to stare at it, though, because Lydia turned back to him again, and squatted down over his crotch. She was now only wearing her stockings, shoes, and the rumpled strip of her skirt around her hips. She reached down and grasped his shaft, aiming the head so it lined up with her lips.

"Saa," she said, mouth open a little and her breathing coming faster with anticipation. "Oshioki no jikan da."

Then she sank down, little by precious little, onto his achingly hard dick. Lydia had the smallest pussy Scott had ever had the pleasure of entering— he could feel the pressure on his tip where he bottomed out, just barely, and every inch of him was wrapped tightly inside her.