Arisa's first week of school part 8

Arisa turned the shower on and waited for the temperature to rise. She blew out a sigh as she thought of how her mother was reacting. She was ok with her daughter dating her teacher, who was also their neighbor for crying out loud.

She was almost afraid of what her father might say. Her mother was the more serious person in the family while he was more of a practical joker. She could only imagine the shit she’ll have to take when he got home.

She stepped into the shower and felt herself relax. A shower always helped her relax when she felt stressed.

‘I need to figure out what I want,’ she thought as she adjusted the shower head to spray her while she sat on the floor of the shower, ‘maybe until we know each other better he can drive me in a car instead of his bike. It’ll definitely cut down on my getting aroused from the vibrations.’

She sat there for a few minutes thinking until she decided, ‘Ok I’m going to take this slow. Rides to school and home and maybe a date a week. After one or two months I may see about escalating this but until then I’ll keep things small. No making out, no romantic walks, and definitely no more dinners with my parents.’


Next door James was thinking the same thing as he sat on his deck. ‘First off I should swap out the bike for something less intimate to ride.’ He pulled out his cellphone and made a few calls when he was done he had a new vehicle in his driveway.


The next morning when Arisa woke up she got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Her mother kept smiling obnoxiously at her and giggling. She ignored it and finished getting ready for school. She grabbed her backpack, went outside… and saw a Porsche Cayenne sitting in the spot of James’s motorcycle.

“The bike was a little to intimate,” James said from behind her, startling her, “Also this way you can piss off those cheerleaders even more.”

“Sounds fun,” Arisa said, still a little startled.

“Well, let’s get going.”

They got in the car and Arisa couldn’t quite believe that she was in a Porsche. It had real leather seats and the dash had more buttons than Arisa’s mothers entire car.

The ride was smooth, and Arisa cursed it for being so short. When they parked James turned the engine of and turned towards her, “Arisa look, you’re my student, and until that changes we can’t pursue any kind of relationship, no matter what that evil aunt of yours says. So until the turn of the semester let’s just stay friends, ok?”

“Ok, but just remember… never call my aunt evil in front of my mother. Sure she may have a wicked sense of humor but my mom will kill you if you insult her family.”

“Fair enough. Let’s get to class”