I could feel Aerin's troubled gaze staring down right at .
"How long does it take for it to usually go away? Have you tried doing sothing to get rid of it? Maybe so physical activity or a cold shower?" she asked, obviously referring to my erection which her hand accidentally brushed against earlier.
This entire situation is only possible because of the countless harmless interactions that has happened between us over the years.
Otherwise, there's no way that she would ever believe that a boy my age could possibly remain clueless about this matters. However, she knows . She knows my family, my friends (or lack thereof), the isolated environnt I grew up in, and only nowin the cityhave I been truly exposed to what a 'normal' life should be like.
She has gone as far as kissing right in my lips once and has let massage her bare body in several separate occasions. Never once have I shown anything even remotely close to having vulgar thoughts. When you consider all these little factors, the unbelievable reality suddenly starts to look plausible. Of course, the idea of being a reincarnated person is sothing that would never even cross her mind.
Even then, the idea of a completely sheltered boy is much more believable than a reincarnated person. So right now, she thinks that she has a very good grasp of my character, and her own mory serves as proof of that.
"No..I usually only wait for it to go away on its own," I answer, feigning ignorance.
However, it won't. Right now, my mind is filled with nothing but the most lewd and debaucherous imagery possiblefantasies of having a threeso with mom and Celine: both of them giving a blowjob, one wrapping her lips at my shaft while the other lavishes attention on my ballsall to ensure that this erection wouldn't fade away.
Laurel has been gone for quite a while, so who could possibly be causing this erection? Surely, it can't be the woman has been giving providing with affection and physical contact that went beyond the boundaries of a typical teacher-student relationship, can't it?
Once she realizes that, then she would know that simply waiting for it to disappear wouldn't happen, because she's the reason it's happening in the first place.
However, my ssage has yet to go through to her head as she said, "Would you like to help you practice so relaxation techniques? If you want, I can maybe get you to talk to soone who specializes in performance anxiety?" she asked.
I feel like she's trying to avoid the matter with my erection altogether, and hoping to focus on the 'anxiety' that I displayed earlier. But how can I let her just sweep it under the rug like that? She's been leading on for years, purposefully making actions that will make any ordinary boy fall stupidly in love with her, and she thinks she can get away with just kisses and hugs?
If it's my anxiety that she's so worried about, then I'll give her one way she can fix it.
I understand to so extent what I an to hermy unrivaled talent, my quick thinking, and most importantly, my hopeless admiration for her. If she's not dumb, then she would be able to see just how bright the future that lay ahead of is, and as long as she plays her card correctly, then she might be able to 'wrap around her finger'.
I'm not soone she'll simply give up on without a fight.
When faced with the possibility of getting such a bright young talent, a little social anxiety is practically negligible. It's sothing that could be worked on. So if she wants to remain as her little adorer, then she has to work a little harder for it.
"N-No, there's no need. I'm fine..I'll do better nex" I say, continuing to downplay the extre display of nervousness I showcased earlier however, she cut off before I can even finish my sentence.
"No, it's not." she said, gently cupping my face with her hand. A worried look is plastered across her face, "Riel, I want you to know that it's okay to feel nervous and anxious. It's a natural response to stress and pressure."
"But if it's causing you to feel uncomfortable or overwheld, we can work together to find ways to manage it," she says softly, a pair of sapphire-blue eyes locking into mine.
"No, I'm fine teacher" I shake off her hands. "I wasn't nervous or anything . It was just a one-ti mistake, it won't happen again." To emphasize my point, I purposefully palm my crotch through my pants, as if attempting to ease the discomfort that wasn't going away. Aerin's sharp eyes catch this little action, and I know she notices.
If it's my music performance that she's so worried about, then let's focus on that. She won't be moved until she's convinced that this untad arousal is severely hampering my musical ability. Still playing the role of a student that doesn't want to burden his teacher any more than he already does, I brush her worries aside and hover my fingers over the piano.
What better way to showcase mistakes by playing a difficult tune?
Thus I start playing a lody again, this ti I play one of my more demanding compositionsone that took Aerin by surprise when I first played it and earned her admiration: Liszt's La Campanella.
However, I added a little tremble to my hands as it danced around the piano keys, the mistakes weren't too glaring but it was a far-cry from my usual flawless standards. Notes were sotis a quarter of a beat too late, sotis it was a beat earlier, and then mistakenly pressing unnecessary keys.
The difference was subtle, but soone as skilled as Aerin definitely noticed it.
"No, Riel, stop it," she asserts, forcibly taking my hands off the piano. "You're not fine, I can see it. Tell honestly, is sothing bothering you?" she worriedly asks, all the while, I catch those split-seconds where her eyes briefly drift down towards my dick, assessing the evident tent forming there.
I grit my teeth, appearing to hesitate about revealing the matter.
Seeing that, Aerin pressed further. This ti however, she maintained a safe distance, trying not to provide any more stimulation for .
I took a deep breath, grappling with the decision of whether or not to divulge the truth. The intensity in Aerin's eyes made it clear that she wouldn't let evade the issue any longer. 'Reluctantly', I decided to open up, hoping that she would understand.
Finally, I decide to open up, my voice barely above a whisper. "Teacher, it's... it's about these... these feelings I've been experiencing lately." I stumble over my words, my cheeks flushing with embarrassnt. "It's like my body has a mind of its own, and it's becoming harder to control," I pull up my shirt, revealing the hard-on pressing against the fabric of my pants.
Aerin's eyes widened, biting her lips in response. She maintained her safe distance, aware of the effect her proximity had on . "Why? Is it bothering you?" she asked gently, her voice filled with compassion.
"I don't know why, but lately, it seems to happen uncontrollably, even at the most inconvenient tis." I muttered, my voice barely audible. "Whenever this happens, I just can't think straight. I can't focus because my head is filled with.. with" I didn't continue my words.
"Filled with what?" Aerin prompts, her curiosity evident.
Blushing, as if recalling sothing embarrassing, I decide to bring up a specific mory to prevent her from shutting down with statents like 'we must maintain proper boundaries as teacher and student.' "I keep replaying in my mind the ti you kissed on the bed..." I trail off, averting my eyes.
Aerin is montarily speechless after hearing my confession, but I'm not finished yet. "And for so reason, the monts when I was massaging you also keep playing in my mind..." I add, my voice trailing off.
After bringing up all the dirt I have on her, she couldn't deny what the issue is any longer. Her actions were the reason for my sexual awakening and now it was interfering with my thoughts because I didn't know any way to release this built-up tension within .
Unbeknownst to , Aerin felt a small wave of relief wash over her when I made the decision not to disclose this issue to my mother. Because if I were to explain it to Lucielle the way I had just explained it to Aerin, she was certain that she, Aerin, would be banned from coming anywhere within a 50-ter radius of .
What ca afterwards was probably the longest half-a-minute silence of my life. Aerin considered lying, however, if I were to ever ask anyone else about these matters, her lies could easily be exposed and the my trust towards her would be damaged as a result.
Thus, she decided to tell the truth.
Finally, Aerin's expression softens and she nods understandingly. "Riel, I want you to know that what you're going through is a normal part of growing up. It's natural to have these feelings and sensations. It's called an erection, and it's a natural response for boys your age. It happens due to certain stimuli or even for no apparent reason at all."
I feigned innocence, furrowing my brows as if trying to comprehend her explanation. "An erection? Stimuli?" I repeated, pretending to be unfamiliar with those terms. "But why does it happen? And why can't I make it go away when it does?"
Aerin's empathy was evident as she delicately addressed my questions. "It happens because of changes in your body, Riel, as you grow older. It's a sign that you're maturing. As for making it go away, sotis it disappears on its own with ti, but there are also strategies you can try, like distracting yourself with other activities, simply waiting it out, or" her voice trailed off.
"I... I didn't want to trouble you with this," I admitted, adding a tinge of guilt to my voice. "But it's been causing so discomfort, especially in situations like earlier. Sotis it even hurts when it lasts really long. I was really worried that it might've caught a disease"
Aerin let out a strained smile. Talking about erections isn't sothing that anyone is really used to.
However, hearing say that it sotis hurts caused a little worry to appear in her face. Being a mber of high society, she has heard many rumors and scandals, and is aware of the many problems that n can potentially face in the bedbeing unable to get it up or never lasting for more than a minute. In addition, this world currently knew less about the role of hormones, nerves, and tissues, in cases like erectile dysfunction.
Thus, Aerin beca more worried about the potential repercussions that this could cause if things were to continue like this.
"Sweetie... I..." Her mouth went dry, and she swallowed hard, steeling herself for the task at hand. "I'll help you, okay? Just this one ti. I'll teach you how to handle it when you experience these... urges."
Her commitnt to my well-being was unwavering, but little did she know of the extent of the intimate journey she was gonna embark on. Maybe she had imagined offering comforting words, showering with affection, perhaps a few tender kisses here and there is all it will take to string along.
The reality, however, surpassed her wildest imagination.
With a deep breath, she extended her pale, trembling hands towards , caressing the bulge in my pants. "Does it... Does it hurt?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.
She moved her hand, tracing the contours my throbbing shaft through the fabric. With both care and slight reluctance, she began to stroke and caress my cock, her gentle touch sending electric shocks through my entire being. The thin layer of fabric was the only thing separating her delicate hand from my bare shaft.
Instantly, my arousal surged.
Before, it had always been just touching and massaging her body. Never had Aerin given anything more than a kiss or a hug. But now, the dynamic had finally shifted, and it was her delicate hands that found their way to my throbbing cock. The best part is, there's only genuine care and concern in her face as she did so.
"It feels strange, teacher" I remark as if feeling a new sensation for the first ti. "I.. It's never felt like this before."
Aerin stared at the look of wonder and anticipation in my face, as though I was being introduced to a brand new world. My reaction might be 'innocent' but as an adult, she's fully aware of what she's actually doing.
She realized just how much of a scandalous and borderline criminal act her current actions aregiven the difference in status, wealth, age, and the power dynamics in play. The revelation of our actions could shatter her reputation irreparably, casting her into the depths of societal condemnation.
"" Her lips parted slightly before she bit down on them, concern and guilt etched across her face. She looked like she was about to say sothing but held back on it, continuing to delicately caress my shaft through the fabric. She wanted nothing more but to get this over as quickly as possible.
"Let's move to a better spot," she suggested.
Currently, the two of us were seated side by side, sharing the small piano seat. There was little room for movent and there was nothing to lean on, forcing us both to sit upright. "You go to the sofa," she said as she stood up and checked her drawers, looking for sothing.
When I plopped down the sofa, Aerin ca back holding what seems to be a bottle of fragrant oil.
Naahh..is that how she thinks every guy masturbates? Oiled up and slippery? That'd be such a ss to clean up afterwards How do you even explain it, if soone were to knock on your door suddenly? Your glistening hands and the fragrant sll would be such a giveaway. I can usually just do it dry.
"Teacher, what is that for?" I asked, looking at the bottle.
Without sparing a glance, Aerin gracefully lowered herself between my parted legs, her focus solely on the task at hand. "You'll soon discover its purpose," she replied, her voice laced with the sa tenderness as if she was just teaching music, like she does all the ti.
"For now, sweetie, I need you to lower your pants. Allow to show you do when your little companion here becos hard like this again."
The temptation to swiftly comply with her request was strong, yet a part of yearned to savor this long-awaited mont, to seize the opportunity and leave a lasting impression. It was not enough to simply lower my pants; I want her to be the one to lower it herself, to see my growing dick for the first ti.
"Wha-?" I stamred, pretending to be taken aback. "Mom always told it's improper to show my... um, penis to other people."
Aerin's brows furrowed, a mix of surprise and annoyance flickering across her face. She let out a sigh, her patience tested. She was just about to open the bottle of oil, ready to lather her hands with the slipper substance.
"Riel, just listen okay?" she replied, her voice tinged with a touch of exasperation. "It's important for to guide you and help you understand your own body. There's nothing improper about it when it's part of our learning process."
"But" I continued refusing. Still, my resistance only fueled her determination.
"Don't be stubborn now sweetie.." she said, her voice slightly annoyed. "Let's get this over as quickly as po eh?" Without further ado, Aerin leaned forward, her hands reaching for the waistband of my pants.
As her fingers expertly unfastened the buttons and pulled down the fabric, a rush of anticipation coursed through . Once the waistband was lowered enough, my dick sprung out of its confines, the cool air brushed against my exposed skin, heightening my senses and causing a shiver of delight to go down my spine.
anwhile, Aerin's gaze was fixed on my bulge as she unveiled it herself, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight before her. But what she saw left her montarily stunned, her breath hitching in surprise. Though I was young and my manhood still in its developntal stages, its length and girth were far from modest.
"W-What? My nephew's isn't this..." she murmured under her breath, but my ears were still sensitive enough to pick up on it. The realization of its size seed to have surpassed her expectations.
As I shifted my gaze to Aerin, a grin spread across my face, relishing at the brief sight of her dumbfounded expression. Her face, always so composed and intelligent, for a second looked stupid, contorted in a mix of shock and confusion, her mouth hanging open mindlessly.
"Damn... hahaha... that caught off guard," Aerin chuckled uncomfortably, her laughter laced with a hint of embarrassnt and disbelief. "What on earth is your mother putting in your food..."she muttered under her breath before nervously reaching for the bottle of oil, her hands trembling.
Her once-assured deanor had crumbled, but she still attempted to maintain a faade of ntor as she continued, her voice slightly shaky, "Alright, uhm... I'll... teach you how to handle this, I guess..."
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