"Oh c'mon, please, Mr. Jones?" my fourteen-year-old student whines, giving me a pleading gaze that's sure to fell many a man in the next few years of her life.
"I told you before, Hannah, it's not appropriate for me to make house calls and show favoritism like that—if you need extra help learning the material, I'm happy to work with you after class or refer you to a dedicated tutor."
"But this stuff's soooo hard, and you're way smarter than any old tutor I'd be able to find..." As she says this, the teen tries to lean into me only to be stopped by my gentle redirection to an empty seat.
"Be that as it may, I just can't give you the kind of one-on-one help you need without getting in trouble with my superiors."
Pouting and crossing her arms before standing up, Hannah seems to think for a moment and then brightens, turning back to me. "How about just today then? You won't get in trouble if I don't tell. I just need a lil' bit of help with this homework, and then I'll be good to work the rest out myself!"
I'm not blind to what Hannah's trying to do—I've known for the past six months that she's had a massive crush on me. Still, she has been having problems with a lot of the material in my class, and it's not like anything's going to happen with her parents around; I'd be remiss not to try and help a struggling student. "Alright, Hannah, but just for today. If you need more help outside of school hours, you're going to have to work with a private tutor, okay?"
"Okay!" she says with a beam, giving me a quick hug and dancing out of the classroom looking far too pleased with herself.
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I don't even manage to get in two knocks on her door before Hannah swings it open, giving me a radiant grin that causes my mouth to dry up and my throat to tighten. "Hey..." she says, taking my hand and leading me inside. I'm all too aware of my student's current attire—she's wearing a sheer pink nightgown that barely hides the things it should be covering. I don't want to think about it, but I'm almost certain she's not wearing a bra underneath it either.
"Where are your parents, Hannah, I thought you said they got done working by five?"
Continuing to tug me deeper into the house, Hannah giggles, "Yeah, but they're on vacation all this week..."
God, this little vixen is going to be the death of me. "Hannah, I shouldn't be alone with a student unless her parents are around too."
"I won't tell if you don't," she says with another giggle, releasing my hand when we reach the door to her bedroom. "C'mon, all my books and stuff are in my room." Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I follow the teen into her bedroom, my eyes immediately falling upon the unopened box of condoms on her bed. If there was any doubt about what Hannah has planned for our "tutoring session", the carefully positioned package atop her pink comforter has dispelled it. I want to make up an excuse to leave, but the words don't come out, and instead I follow Hannah to her desk, taking a seat in the extra chair beside her own.
"So which problems have you been having the most trouble with?" I ask, desperate to prolong the charade and leave my student's house with my honor intact.
"Let's see..." she muses, reaching to the back of her desk for this week's worksheet. In the process of this movement, her ass tilts toward me and her nightgown hikes up to reveal something that sends chills through my entire body—she's not wearing any underwear. Sitting back down as if nothing happened, Hannah points out a problem to me on the worksheet, the faint sparkle in her eyes telling me the eyeful I just got was no accident. "I don't know how to do this one." If she's going to pretend like nothing happened, then I will too.
I spend a few minutes working Hannah through the problem, unable to help myself from stealing a couple of glances at the bare skin peeking out from beneath her nightgown. Once she seems to have a handle on it, she pushes the worksheet away, letting out a loud sigh and resting her head on my shoulder. "Hannah?"
"Yeah?" she murmurs back, feigning innocence.
"Let's get back to working through the homework problems, okay?"
"Nah, I don't wanna," she whispers, nuzzling my neck with her cheek.