Freezes, unable to close the door or speak

Xander locked up. As big and tall as he was, the teen couldn't have felt smaller. Xander couldn't make himself tear his eyes away from Dr. Ivy's, having learned what she was up to. He could feel that cock twitching, again, and often. It was happy with what he'd found despite his embarrassment for doing it. And for being unable to close the door or say anything that would smooth everything out. He was just frozen in his youth, his inexperience, and his already growing anxiety.

It appears he'd gawped just a few moments too long, watching Dr.Ivy's ecstatic face shift her glance from her computer screen to the doorway, making eye contact with Xander. She didn't scramble to stand up or scream for him to leave much like a teen boy would, she just stared for a moment, and sighed, clicking a couple times at her computer, she leant forward at her desk, evidently peeling her panties back up, before clearing her throat, readjusting her glasses, and standing, once again looking towards him.

"I suppose we best start our session then, Xander, since you're not going to let me finish. Take a seat." she said, seemingly unamused, holding the door for him, staring daggers at him, somehow making him be the one to feel embarrassed about this.

Soon, she makes her way to the armchair opposite the couch he's to sit on.
"So... what's been happening?"