Studying.

As soon as she left I put a hand to my head, groaning. This was so far off my plan, and I I wasn't sure how I was going to readjust. There was no way Mrs. Villines knew that Kat was going to do that, right? I guessed, she seemed a little coy and embarrassed about the entire subject, but still...

I was just being paranoid. I needed to get my mind off the subject somehow. Off the thoughts of that soft hand forcefully gliding down into my shorts and woman-handling my-- no, no! This was what I was trying to avoid. I could feel my member hardening, and I shifted my legs around to get my mind off of it.

No one had ever made me feel that way before. No one had treated me with that much confidence, or had known me so well just from looking at some stuff I'd written. She must've been really good at psychology. It wouldn't have surprised me if she was top of her class, she seemed so powerful, and beautiful...

Agh! There I went again! I shifted my legs some more, groaning slightly as I fought to keep my thoughts in control. I'd never been impacted by a girl so quickly, so hopelessly... God, in love.

I hated myself right then. How could I be so stupid, falling in love with a girl I hardly know. Am I thinking with my penis? No, no. It wasn't just the way she took control and... fiddled with my member.

It was more than that. It was the movie she picked, the way she dealt with my inhibitions, the way she comforted me and helped me feel okay with everything that was happening. It was something I'd been lacking in my life up until that moment, and every thought in my brain echoed the sentiment that this relationship wasn't something to be held in disdain.

I decided I was dwelling too much on all of it. How terrible would it be for me to decide I really do love her, only to find out she was just having a good time, or messing with me, or...

The only way I was going to get out of that cycle of thinking was if I put myself to work and distracted myself. I got up from the edge of the bed, going to my backpack and digging out some papers. I took them over to my desk and begin to work on some homework a professor had given me in advance. I was ahead in most of my classes, but I still feared that I'd fall behind if I got lazy with even one assignment.

It didn't take me very long-- it was just a two-page essay-- and when I finished with it I moved on to my next assignment on the roster. I blew through it in fifteen minutes, then got to the assignment I'd been dreading. It was Economics, one of the few classes I was actually struggling in. I just wasn't a math person.

I knew logically that I should've started with the monster I didn't want to do, but I couldn't help but put it off. I cracked my knuckles and got a bottle of water, wanting to do anything I could to procrastinate.

I sat at my desk for a good five minutes, just staring at the material. Why did all math classes give out homework that's fifteen problems long? Oh, that is, 'fifteen' problems long. There's 1-15, but also 1a, 1b, 1c, and so on.

I knew I was just being nit-picky to continue avoiding the actual work, but I thought it was fun. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. I glanced at the clock and it said 8:17pm. There couldn't have been a better time for Kat to show up! I called out, "Come in!"

The door opened and she sauntered in, eyes lighting up in approval when she saw what I was doing. "Look at you, all proactive. What are you working on, Adam?"

"Oh, just ah, Economics. It's kicking my butt." I smiled nervously, rubbing the back of my head. I was nervous to unveil to her my inequities about math, but she didn't seem to hold judgement at my blank pages, looming over my shoulder.

"Ohh, nice. That's my wheelhouse. I'd be honored to tutor you sometime. I wouldn't want anything to happen to that cute butt of yours~!"

The comment drew a blush to my face, but other than that I was honored by her offer. But would she be too distracting? Should I have accepted her generous proposal?