"Unknown: Could you have sex with me?"

I finish the shower, my cell phone vibrates on the table, and I get this message from an unknown number. It must be something Robert would do. He loves these pranks.

"Me: Is this a joke?"

Seconds later, she says:

"Unknown Number: No, I'm serious."

My vacation has just started.

I have just showered, I haven't even put on my clothes yet, and I have to get these little jokes from Robert in the afternoon. I know he is my brother-in-law and thinks he is funny, but I will not admit it now.

If he is trying to get me to fall for this nonsense so that he can show Melinda the screenshots later, he is dead wrong.

"Me: Okay, Robert, you've had a funny time now, so let me get dressed."

"Unknown Number: Wow. Does that mean that you have no clothes on?"

"Unknown: That's good to imagine."

I ignore.

"Unknown number: Sorry. I shouldn't have missed the point."

"Unknown: And I'm not Robert!"

Unknown: So what? Do you accept or not?

"Me: Look, if it's not Robert, fine. But whoever you are, I'll tell you I'm not in the mood for jokes like this."

At least I don't get an answer confirming my thesis that this is just another of Robert's pranks.

I know I am a biology teacher since I was 24 years old has awakened an interest in hormonal teenage girls, as I know all the girls in high school are.

And even today, at the age of 30, I know from the way they look at me from time to time that I still have some effect on them. Many don't just stare and practically insinuate themselves to me. I have heard and read many things. And I know maybe this message could be from one of my students. The hard part knows how she got access to my phone number.

I end up letting it go after the answer doesn't come. I get dressed and throw myself on the couch. Today I'm not even going to prepare dinner.

I'm just going to order a pizza.

After turning on the TV, I lie down and realize I am on vacation.

A month in my house without laptops, tests, meetings, and nothing reminds me of work.

I have a smile on my face.

...

The pizza arrives, so I have a smile on my face.

I open the Coke, pour myself a glass, and get a slice of pizza, mozzarella, my favorite. Just as I'm about to eat, my cell phone vibrates with the arrival of a new message. I think it's from Melinda, but no.

Unknown: I haven't given up on the answer yet.

I pick up my cell phone and type it quickly:

"Me: Look, you who says it's not Robert? I'm already in an appointment."

"Unknown: I know. And what is this insistence that I am this Robert?"

"Unknown: Look."

''Image''

"Unknown: Do I look like Robert?"

"Damn it!"

I'm speechless now. I run my hand through my hair. These girls are getting more and more appealing. She just sent me a picture where she is wearing only pink panties with her hand covering half of her boobs. It's hard to resist and not look.

"Me: But what was that?"

"Unknown: A nude. I think."

"Unknown: Damn, I don't usually do this kind of thing, but you weren't taking me seriously."

I take a deep breath. It could get complicated for me. This girl could be one of my students, but the problem is that I can't recognize her. So I'll gather some information before doing something about it.

"Me: Okay, tell me what you want."

"Unknown: I already told you."

"Unknown: I want to have sex with you."

"Me: Alright, what's your name again?"

"Unknown: I know what you are thinking. But I'm not one of your students, teachers Andrews. My name is Shane."

"Me: How did you get my phone number, Shane?"

"Unknown: When you were talking to Miss Dawson. She put her boobs in your face."

"Me: ?"

"Unknown: I know you remember her from the school where you did a lecture on sexuality this afternoon."

"Unknown: I followed both of you. At first, I was going to find your phone number in the principal's office, but I heard you tell it to Miss Dawson."

"Me: So you also heard me tell her I am engaged to be married, right?"

"Unknown: Yes, I did."

"Unknown: haha"

"Unknown: But I also heard you say that your fiancée is taking a course and will be away for two months."

"Unknown: so my proposal will benefit both of us."

"Unknown: :)"

"Me: Where are you going with this?"

"Unknown: I already explained that I want sex."

"Me: But why with me?"

"Unknown: Because you seem to understand the subject very well."

"Me: If it's just sex, why not with someone your age?"

"Unknown: Because I am a ******, boys of my same age are all idiots and would ruin everything you know what to do. I would love my first time with you."

"Me: Wow."

"Unknown: And as I said, you didn't embarrass me by talking about sex in front of me."

I take a deep breath and try to see what I can do. I type back.

"Me: This conversation is pointless. What can I do to make you forget about it?"

"Unknown: Easy"

"Unknown: Have sex with me!"

I take another deep breath. What am I going to do now? How can I solve this problem? I look at the picture she sent me, run my hand through my hair, and leave it on the back of my neck. My fingers run along my neck as I try to think of a way out of this without doing more damage.

This girl seems determined, but I'm afraid of what she will do, maybe something stupid. My educator side tells me to take it easy until I can get around the situation and make her realize how impulsive she's being.

"Me: All right."

"Me: I'll think about it. I will let you know what I decide."

"Unknown: That's good."

"Unknown: I hope you accept."

She doesn't say anything after that.

I don't know what I do to make her change her mind. A girl doesn't need to start their sex life that way and needs to see it like I do.

I need to show her that.

"What the ****!"

I lean back against the couch and stand there for a while looking at the pizza, which is half-eaten now and will stay that way because I'm not hungry anymore.

I look for something interesting on TV to forget the last few minutes.

I don't know what disturbed me the most about this whole thing, if it was the fact that a girl offered her virginity to me out of the blue, or that picture, or if all this disturbance has to do with the fact that I haven't had sex in almost two months.

Melinda and I are not in the best phase of our engagement of more than four years.

She is a lawyer for a multinational company.

I would say full-time because we are not finding the time to go out, talk or even see each other.

I know we talked about it when she took this job a year ago, but I didn't think our schedules wouldn't match this way.

Which only gets more complicated for me when something like this happens.

I remember some girls sitting in a front corner who giggled when someone asked a question.

Maybe this girl was among them.

I also remember Miss Dawson earlier today.

She has a perfect pair of boobs.

But I'm not the type of guy to have affairs I never had.

I hope to keep this promise.

I decide to call Melinda. I want to get this feeling of guilt away from me for something I didn't do wrong.

"Hi, honey."

"Good evening."

She laughs and says:

"Thomas, it's 1:00 in the afternoon here in Tokyo."

I always forget that it's been almost a week since she traveled.

I hear some Japanese conversations in the background. Melinda says she needs to hang up because she is on duty hours.

I say:

"All right."

She seems to understand my disappointment and says:

"It's going to be a short time."

I answer back:

"I know."

She says:

"I'll talk to you later."

I preferred when she said: "I love you."

But she is a little rushed, so I say:

"Okay."

Back to the TV, a movie that doesn't hold my attention, and my cell phone. My fingers go to the gallery to see the last picture I got. I wish my blood wouldn't focus on one part of my body, but it does when my eyes are on that picture again and visualizing every inch of this body of a young woman I don't even know.

I throw my phone a safe distance away before I do something I will regret later.

Not only that, but I sleep on the couch my back makes it clear I will have a bad day if it's up to them.

I arrive home from school with my dad.

After greeting Shelly and Benjamin my younger brother, I go straight to my room. I spend some weekends at home in their company, but this is different now.

I am on vacation and will only back at school for my long-awaited graduation in a month.

I lie on my bed and remember his mouth uttering every word as he looked at us. I remember when he walked into the classroom, his hands holding the papers,his face,everything about him.

Claire once told me that when you feel that, I will be horny.

I don't remember ever feeling this way about any guy I have seen.

I'm one of the few ****** girls in high school.

I'm so tired of it.

I want to know what it feels like to have this sex that they tell me about on the nights when we have a slumber party hidden from the principal of the girls' boarding school where I study.

I hardly ever get many chances to go out with people my age. I do it is to go to church on weekends with my father, Benjamin, and Shelly.

She is my father's new wife.

She is the one who should destroying a family to start her own.

My life is the way I said.

I have met several guys my age and other ages, but I have never been horny to any of them.

I've kissed a few boys, but none aroused anything like that in my body.

But he explained something about it in class today.

It's the pheromones that make people like that.

It's not my fault that my body wants him.

It's just something natural I need it.

I want so badly for him to agree to do this for me.

Now that I have Professor Andrews' phone number. Mentioning his name gives me goosebumps.

I need to work up the courage to send a bold and shocking message like Claire, my best friend, suggested before we said goodbye she left for France this afternoon.

After dinner, I swear I will work up the courage to do that.

...

I waited all day yesterday for an answer from him and nothing. I was about to give up when I get a message of him. I don't answer right away.

I don't want to seem desperate, although I have already did.

"Professor Andrews: I already have an answer."

"Me: That's great."

"Me: I hope it's a good answer for me."

"Professor Andrews: It certainly is."

That guy is handsme, the kind you lay your eyes on once and create a thousand fantasies about him just by looking at him. And when he started talking in that velvety voice, I almost melted. I would never have the courage to make this proposal to someone I knew, but it was different.

I had the courage.

I can't get this wonderful man out of my head. I want it to be my first time with him.

"Me: So tell me."

"Professor Andrews: I think we'd better forget you made me this proposal."

Oh no. Am I going to have to appeal again? I've never sent a nude in my life.

I was so embarrassed sending that one, but I don't know how to convince him anymore.

"Me: Why?"

"Professor Andrews: Because I know for sure, and even if you don't think so, this would all be better with someone your age and with whom you are in love.

Otherwise it won't be as exciting as you think.

Unfortunately, I realize that I won't be able to convince him. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up.

I have to find another way. I decide to accept that for now.

"Me: All right."

"Me: Sorry if I disturbed you."

"Professor Andrews: You didn't get in the way at all."

"Professor Andrews: Take care :)."

"Me: :)"