Yasmin

You're curious about the strange 'spiritual' vibes Yasmin has mentioned, and you wonder if you can 'synchronize' with her to get math problems right?

You wave as you approach and sit down next to her. She looks up with her large, moon-like eyes. Her face is dreamy in multiple ways, it's as if she's in a dream, and it's also dream-inducing.

"Hey Yasmin," you say. "I was wondering if we could use our...y'know, spiritual link for this test?"

She nods slowly and makes room for you to sit down.

You work with her on the test. Admittedly, you are not feeling the 'connection' she mentioned before. But you switch off and help each other with the problems well enough. Soon, you find yourself struggling with a particularly hard problem. Out of nowhere you feel something on your leg. It's her hand, grabbing you. Her lips brush against your ear.

"You are capable. You are intelligent. You are here, in a place for students who have passed High School math, and passed basic college math. All the knowledge of how to solve the problem is already inside you. You just need to recall it."

And as if she is casting a spell, the answer seems to be conjured out of you. You jot it down before it disappears from your mind.

"Holy shit," you say, aloud.

"Words of affirmation are underrated," she says, with a smile. "Everyone calls them 'hippy-dippy nonsense' until they actually help."

There's some humor in her tone. A sort of self-awareness that you didn't pick up on before. She's not crazy, she's just a believer.

And is it wrong that the feeling of her hand on your thigh, her breath whispering against your ear like that...it kind of sets off something inside you? You're hard, now, but you could really swear that it's almost more than that.

And then you see that she's looking at it. Your erection.

"Hey," you say, trying to brush it off. "Uh...let's stay focused on math class."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, it's only natural," she says. "It seems that your sexual energy is very pent up though. I could help you with it, some time."

As casually as if she were offering to help you clean up around the house. You think about her ass, how much energy you'd like to release on that. But you have to be sure. You set the test aside for a second.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" You ask.

Her dreamy smile is unflinching. "A lot of people don't have their sacral chakra in balance right now. It's overactive due to lack of use, from quarantine. Personally, I feel it's true for me, as well. We can help each other."

It's the strangest come-on you've ever heard. It also makes you think of your experiences here, in general. You think of how hard Emma has been flirting with you. As well as the way you've seen girls looking at your muscles. Maybe it's not just woo-woo. She has...a way of phrasing it, but what she's talking about is real.

Before you can think of how to respond, the time for the test abruptly ends. Mister Ketchup has moved on to talking about the syllabus like any other teacher, and class progresses without event. You don't have another opportunity to talk to her.