Hazel Moore, recalls her time with her flute teacher, Ms. Emma Vaunt, and the intense sexual tension they experienced. She recalls the stolen glances, the grin on Ms. Vaunt’s face, and the promise of learning from her. Hazel cries over her fingers, recalling the first kiss, the groping of her ass, and the tongue on her pussy. As she comes down from the high, she questions if these memories truly happened or if she succumbs to one of her fantasies.