She takes the help and encourages him

When he mentioned the additional tuition, she looked up at him and felt her lips buzz with a half-smile. "Jeez, Sir, you make me almost want to do badly on the test..." She said in a tone that left room for any interpretation, leaving it unclear whether she was kidding, being casually flirty, or genuinely coming on to him.

Her little flirty joke didn’t go unnoticed. Still, he didn’t know what she meant by it. Or, at least, he didn’t want to assume anything. He immediately regretted not coming up with something a bit more definite. If she were to do well on the test tomorrow, it’d be great, but she wouldn’t end up spending time with him. And his urges and sensations put his own pleasure before her well-being for the moment.

Once more, she sighed. "I'm sorry to be taking so much attention away from other things you could be doing... I'm sure you have a busy life. I feel so stupid..." She looked in the direction of her feet in slight shame, though her gaze was unable to pass beyond her own chest and the folder which still shaped them better than any push-up bra could.

“No, no, no, you’re not stupid. Don’t say that”, Buddy again tried to cheer her up. With her head down, he could do that and stare down her chest from that angle. His mind instantly went back to the view she had given him earlier of beneath her skirt. The mental image was gone from his mind, and it suddenly felt like he lost his wallet all of the sudden. Buddy couldn’t believe the side of him that he was suppressing. This girl clearly was stressing out about her grades and feeling stupid, and he couldn’t stop thinking about that little tuft of natural red pubic hair he could’ve sworn he had witnessed earlier.

She made sure to keep her head down long enough as he comforted her to allow him the reward of an uninhibited stare. Only then did she look up at him, her eyes still misty, but putting on a brave face. To any observer, it could easily have seemed that he was the superior in this situation, with his tall figure towering over her, his arm framing her gentle form. Yet to Hannah, it felt like she was having him eating out of her hand. "I appreciate you offering your own time... Though I can't imagine your wife being happy about you spending longer hours here at school..." Her tone had steered right back into the waters of suggestivity, before she left a clear pause to give him time to correct her. She already knew that he was divorced, but she was excited to see how he would react, and she wanted to know whether he had a girlfriend.

“I’m divorced, now, Hannah. There’s no one you’d be keeping me from. So my students are the most important people in my life right now. And besides, the extra time spent here won’t cost you a dime.”

Hannah sighed once more. "Believe me, if I could afford private tuition, I'd totally go in for that. Especially for an important test like yours tomorrow... But with the college fees being so high, there's no way I can get someone on top of that to help me study for tomorrow." Anyone who listened might have sworn that her intonation had been slightly off, as she put an unexpected emphasis onto "on top".

Buddy was speechless for a moment, but ultimately played it off and let his mouth do the talking before his mind had had too much opportunity to let that mental image emerge from Hannah’s comment. “Don’t feel bad. It’s important to me that my students get all the help they need, so I really don’t mind helping you out if you really need it. Distraction-free study time and a private tutor for the low low price of diddly. You can’t beat that price with a stick.” Buddy joked in the corny manner that only a teacher could.

“What do you say? Will you accept my help?”, Buddy asked, as if in a tone where suddenly she was the one doing him a favor.”