Page 15 of Teaching Cayden

“I’ve got a copy of the last test. We’re going to go over it together. Each problem you get right, I lose something.” She waved her hands up and down in front of herself. “Every one you get wrong, you lose something. Sound good?” She lowered herself down beside me.

“I didn’t really plan for this.” I chuckled. “I’ve only got enough on to miss four problems before you’ve got me naked.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m a good teacher then, huh?” She laughed as she straightened her top and handed me the test. “Let’s start with the first one. Show me how you’d start it and I’ll show you what you should’ve done.”

“You’re so sure that I got it wrong, aren’t you?” I narrowed my eyes as I studied the problem.

“I graded your test, Cayden.” She shook her head as she pointed to the paper in front of me.

“Right.” I nodded as I went to work. I was able to get about three quarters of the way through before I got stuck, and I watched as she waited for me to give up and ask for help. “Here, Miss Smarty Pants.”

Addison laughed as she took the paper from my hand. “It’s not that I’m smarter,” she started before she paused and looked at my work. After a few moments she looked back up, “Well, maybe I am.” She sighed before she began marking through some of what I’d written. “Right here is where you went wrong. You have to isolate this first. If you do that, then this is easier to finish.”

I listened intently as she drew arrows on the paper and artfully explained what I should have done. She made it sound so easy, and I knew skipping those tutoring session was a big mistake. If I’d just swallowed my pride after that first kiss, and done what I’d been doing, I’d be passing with at least a B right now.

“Let’s see it.” She smiled as she placed the pen down on the table.

“See what?” I was so lost in listening to her talk, that I’d completely forgotten her rules to this session.

“Take something off.” She motioned to my shorts, but I wasn’t going there yet. We’d never finish if it started that way.

I smiled as I reached up and tossed my hat to the side. I ruffled my still damp hair with my fingers before I dared turn in her direction.

“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she grumbled.

“I know.” I winked and her eyes went straight to my lips. “Next.” I reached for the test and began working on the next problem. Problem number two, I’d gotten right, so I flew through this one. I think Addison remembered that I got it right too because her mouth turned down when she scanned over it and realized that it was her turn to disrobe.

“You got this right the last time,” she mumbled as she reached for the tie in her hair and tugged it out. As her brown locks tumbled down to her shoulders, I scowled. “What?” She narrowed her eyes as her lips pinched together. “You took off your hat.”

“So you like to play dirty, huh?” I ran my hand over the stubble on my chin. “I see how it is.”

“Well if I took something like my shirt off, you might not be able to concentrate. I’m doing it for you.” She lifted a shoulder before pointing back to the test. “Get crackin.”

I started working on number three, but this was one of the ones I was totally lost on. I tried to remember what she’d said about the first one so I could use it on this, but I was coming up blank. “Just admit that you’re lost,” she whispered right next to my ear.

“I can’t focus like this,” I muttered.

“Like what?” Her head tipped to the side as she moved closer.

“Like this.” I turned to face her, completely giving up on the test and coming mere inches from her delectable mouth. I could feel her breath fan across my face as her eyes flared. We were there. We were at that point where we either stopped this, or went all in. No one would interrupt, and we had privacy.

Her eyes dipped to my lips as she sucked in an audible breath before her arm reached out and shoved the table back. In the same motion she pulled her legs under herself and rose up on her knees, causing me to lean back. My neck rested against the couch, and before I knew it my willpower snapped.

My mouth met hers in a fiery kiss as her left leg swung over my hips, putting her heat right over my now hard dick. “I can’t do this anymore,” she panted as she pulled back slightly.

“Do what?” My eyes remained closed as I silently told myself to calm down.

“Resist you.” She leaned back in, this time pressing her chest to mine. “I’ve tried, and I just can’t do it anymore.” She ground her hips down onto my lap as she snaked her hands around my neck and pulled at the hairs at the nape.

“Fuck!” I hissed. “Me neither.” My hands went for her hips and pulled her closer as she ground down again. Her finger ran through my hair as I tilted my head and plunged my tongue into her delectable mouth. “What are we doing?” I pulled back. Fuck, I sounded like a girl.

Addison went stiff as her head snapped back. “What do you mean, what are we doing? I thought you wanted this.” Her lips pursed as her hands left my hair and she crossed her arms over her now heaving chest.

“I do. Oh god do I ever want this. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page before this goes any further.” I scrubbed my hand down my face as I sighed. I sounded like such a pussy at the moment, and I hated myself for it. I just don’t think that Addison understood how much was at stake for me. “I don’t think you understand what I’m risking here.”

“You?” She scrambled off my lap and stood up. As she paced in front of me, she scowled. “I’m a TA. Your TA. I could get formally reprimanded for this. I could lose my TA position. You think I’m not risking anything here?” She spun to face me, and I saw fire in her eyes.

“I get it.” I swallowed. “I promise I get it, but I’m risking a lot too. Your brother is the president of my fraternity. He could kick me out for this, and like you said, you’re a TA. I could face academic suspension or worse because I could be accused of cheating or worse. What if we get caught and the dean kicks me out of the department or something?” I was beginning to realize why I’d been resisting her all this time. We both had so much to risk, and for what? What if this didn’t work out?

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