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The late afternoon sun blazed over the back yard, turning the pool into a shimmering sheet of glass. In the room off the patio, the air conditioner did little to cut through the mounting humidity of the afternoon. Nor did it do anything to cut down on the tension that was building between my son’s college tutor and me.
He was a brilliant and focused grad student. He was sitting hunched over a stack of textbooks, reviewing my son’s latest essay. The man was the picture of academic discipline; but today, his focus was fraying. From across the kitchen counter, I watched the way he adjusted his glasses for the tenth time, and the way his eyes darted toward the sliding glass door led to the patio.
“You look like you’re losing the war with… Hamlet?” I said, leaning forward to try and read the paper upside down. My blouse hung low, showing ample cleavage. I looked up in time to see his eyes dart away from the show I’d inadvertently given him.
I smirked and walked behind him, lightly pressing against his back to look over his shoulder at the scrawled papers beneath him. The scent of citrus and musk enveloped me.
Tantalizing Tutor
The late afternoon sun blazed over the back yard, turning the pool into a shimmering sheet of glass. In the room off the patio, the air conditioner did little to cut through the mounting humidity of the afternoon. Nor did it do anything to cut down on the tension that was building between my son’s college tutor and me.
He was a brilliant and focused grad student. He was sitting hunched over a stack of textbooks, reviewing my son’s latest essay. The man was the picture of academic discipline; but today, his focus was fraying. From across the kitchen counter, I watched the way he adjusted his glasses for the tenth time, and the way his eyes darted toward the sliding glass door led to the patio.
“You look like you’re losing the war with… Hamlet?” I said, leaning forward to try and read the paper upside down. My blouse hung low, showing ample cleavage. I looked up in time to see his eyes dart away from the show I’d inadvertently given him.
I smirked and walked behind him, lightly pressing against his back to look over his shoulder at the scrawled papers beneath him. The scent of citrus and musk enveloped me. I kept my touch light, but noticeable.
“The arguments aren’t… uh, very strong,” he stammered, his breath hitching as I placed a hand on the back of his neck and toyed with this hair.
“Perhaps we could work on making them stronger.” I murmured. I let my fingers graze his scalp as I tugged his hair lightly.
He froze. The ambitious, articulate tutor was gone; replaced by a young man acutely aware of the potential of the situation shifting.
I leaned in closer, my lips inches from his ear, watching a single bead of sweat track down his temple.
“The pool is a wonderful way to reinvigorate your faculties and help you change your perspective,” I whispered, “And I find that once you stop trying to work on something consciously, you actually make progress on the problem.”
He finally turned, his gaze meeting mine with a mix of trepidation and sudden, burning realization. The quiet of the kitchen was now a coiled spring, waiting for one of us to let go.
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