Training and Tutoring

Brendan arranged to have the first tutoring session on Saturday. The next day, Thursday, his belief was confirmed as he stopped time for two seconds instead of one. It still wasn't enough to do anything with, but he would still use it every day, even if he didn't use that time for anything, and eventually he'd be able to do it for longer. On Friday, he waited until the end of the day to use it, and counted out three seconds. His instinct had been right about the way it increased, and on Saturday, he would be able to stop time for four seconds.

Cici walked into his office, and they sat down across from each other on the table. She asked him questions, which he answered, and then she would scribble them down into her notebook. He tried not to stare down her shirt, but it was impossible for him to tear his eyes away. "I have a question about something you talked about in class." Bent over her notebook, her loose top flashed a glimpse of her nipple at him. He couldn't take it.

"I'm sorry, I just received a text." he said, and pulled out his phone. "Don't worry, this won't take any time at all." He navigated to the camera app. He took a deep breath, and stopped time. She froze, and he moved with purpose, reaching across the table, and pulling down her shirt and bra. He took the picture, and lifted her clothes back up, a moved back to his previous position. A moment passed, and she moved slightly.

"I'll be right back." she said, and stepped out. She headed to the bathroom, where she readjusted her bra. It had shifted a little, becoming uncomfortable. When she came back, Brendan was smiling and waiting for her. They continued talking about math for the rest of the hour.

Brendan sat in front of his computer at home, and pulled up the picture he had taken. She was smiling softly as she looked head on into the camera with her head slightly tilted, as though she didn't care that a man had just pulled down her shirt and exposed her beautiful breasts. It was sexy as hell, and it didn't take him long before he was stroking himself as he stared at it. A few minutes later, he came, and closed the image. What had he done? Secretly taking pictures of his student and masturbating to it? He deleted the picture, and told himself that he wouldn't do it again. The next day, he wished he had the picture again. He watched porn, but he only came when he imagined Cici, and it wasn't nearly as intense as when he had done it with her photo. He wondered what it was? That it was someone he knew? The taboo of doing it with a student? Or maybe it was just her?