"I need to think about this."

You find everything that has been said over the past few minutes incredibly sexy. But, god damn it, you are supposed to be her tutor. You sigh and sit back in your seat, frustrated and confused by the direction this whole conversation has taken.

"Look," you say. "My own feelings notwithstanding...I can't tutor you if you don't want to be smart. It's like that old adage about a lifeguard trying to save someone who won't stop struggling, except that person's doing it by accident. You'd be actively fighting me."

"A-dodge...?" she murmurs.

Yes. It's sexy, but it's also frustrating and a little infuriating because you know she actually knows that word, god damn it. Still she'd much rather play this role than acknowledge that. And the idea of a girl willing to play that role is...no. God, control yourself. You need to put your own house in order before you decide what you're going to do with her.

"So, the final deal is: you have every right to not want to be smart," you say. "It's just really hard for me if it's my literal job to make you smart. We have our next session next week, and in the meantime I'm going to decide what to do. Is that fair?"

She nods her head almost furiously. "I'm, like, so sorry."

"It's fine, it really is," you examine her bouncing chest at the furious nod. More than fine. "Let's reconvene soon, and in the meantime I'll see you around campus."

"Great!" she squeaks out. Then, abruptly. "One last hug?"

You stand up as she practically glomps you. This time, you feel the full weight of her breasts on your chest. Your hand goes down, very faintly, and lightly touches her ass. She lets out a murmur. You break away from her, though, before things get too heated. Holy crap, is she willing. Yes, you have a lot of options to consider, and just fucking her is looking like a surprisingly valid one.

"I'll see you later, Madison," you say, as you head out the door.

"Like, see you too!" She says. "In English or Math. Don't forget to talk to me!"

You close the door behind you and examine it, as well as yourself and your feelings. You can't remember the last time you felt so conflicted. As you walk back to your dorm, your hands in your pockets, you have daydreams of obscene things that you could easily get away with doing to Madison.