Be faster next time

Norman was about to knock on the door but stopped his gesture at the last moment.

"Damn, what am I doing here ?!"

He always held in his hand the little envelope that Francoise, his former French teacher from college, slipped on his bag, when he crossed her two weeks before at the supermarket. Inside, a picture of a gorgeous young woman with this message "Call me the next Youth Day" and her number.
Despite this very attractive invitation, when the day came, Norman didn't dared to call. After all, it was "Madame Later", his old French teacher whom he had always found intimidating and whom he and his friends hated at the time. He could hardly imagine it today as a girl he could fuck. Lying on his bed, he once again looked at the picture she left him ... and began to masturbate before stopping abruptly.

"Shit, Norman, why are you here, masturbating in front of a picture, when you could have the real one ?!"

Françoise didn't live very far from his home. So he ran to her house and, after one last hesitation, knocked on her door. All the consistency that Norman then gathered went up in smoke when the young Francoise opened the door practically naked.

"Norman?"
"Madame ... I mean ... Françoise, I'm coming ... for the invitation!"

With a stiff movement he held out the envelope.

"Uh ... that's nice, Norman. Gosh... I should be careful not to give too much at once"
"Huh ?!"
"Listen ... They're already two inside and ... I don't think I can handle three guys at once, you should call next time. And... be faster!"
"Françoise, are you coming back?"

A man's voice called her behind.

"I'm coming," she replied, "Well, see you later, Norman!"
"Yeah ... see you later, Madame Later"

Yet that day, Norman was persuaded. He would never come back to the door of his former French teacher. At the moment, he felt more intimidated in front of her than during all his schooling.