Jerry watched closely as May-Jane solved the algebraic fractions right in front of him, then he scoffed for the umpteenth time.
"Did I solve this correctly?" She beamed up at him, smiling at him.
"No," he shook his head in negation, then took the pen from her hand, turning the book to him.
She watched him quietly again, the pleasure of watching him soaring wide like the wings of a eagle who was scouting for his prey. She was only sixteen years old but she intently liked this twenty-four years old man who was her mathematics tutor.
Jerry was a fine, dark headed tall man with handsome, masculine look. His jaw was strong, long stretchy line of hairs coiled down to his chin, creating a slight beard. When her parents had told her about him, she was furious. She told them that she wouldn't like the idea of a tutor, she was tired of them tutors, she wanted freedom from the very bondage of an instructor or teacher.
But when she saw him, her heart bubbled with excitement. Her taste in him surged the interest she held towards him. He was her type, not one of those boys in her classroom. She could do with the age difference, it doesn't matter to her at all.
Jerry turned to look at her, meeting her grey, unique eyes, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Yes," she smiled in such a shy state, then took the pen from his hand. Their hands slightly brushed that she bent her head, smiling again. Then, she repeated what he had shown to her previously.
Jerry watched, surprised, "So, you have been lying to me?"
She giggled, "I wanted you to look at me," she bit the side of her lower lip sexually.
He only scoffed when he was this act from her, "Do you know what you are doing?" He asked her.
"No," she said in a drawl.
"You are distracting yourself from the main purpose,"
"What purpose?" She asked him.
"This," he showed her her textbook, patting the page of the opened textbook.
She frowned slightly at him, "I can solve it.....,"
"Then, why don't you solve it earlier on?" his voice rose in a flare as he interrupted her.
"I am sorry, " she whined.
She began to solve more exercises, he sat back on the edge of her bed, watching her. He knew that she was deeply interested in him, and he literally cared less about that. He only wanted to do his job. He didn't like the way she was behaving around him, so carefree as if she knew more about the world than he did.
She was pretty, average height, fair skinned and far full breasted for her age. Today, she had selected a different outfit for him to notice her fine, long legs and the size of her breasts. He will blame her parents and not her. Her parents were usually not around. Asides the maid who was always working in the kitchen, she lived alone in the massive house. She had a younger brother who was living with his aunty in town since her parents were usually not around.
May-Jane was in her senior sophomore year, she had this carefree attitude that she could have whatever she wanted. She pushed the book at him, slightly pissed at the way he had flared up at her. He remained calm, trying not to explode. He was struggling with so many temptations here but he wouldn't dare give in.
As he marked and made corrections to her exercises, he couldn't but make a remark or two and finally had to give her her usual assignment.
"Are you leaving already?" She asked him as she collected her book from him.
He only nodded as he stood up, taking his cross bag with him. She joined him, standing up hesitating on her next act.
"What is wrong?" he asked, watching the expression on her face.
"I wanted to tell you this for a very long time but I couldn't," she started, fidgeting.
"And what is that, May-Jane?"
"I like you. I like you so much that I feel my heart would explode whenever we meet like this, Mister Jerry," she said to him awkwardly as she looked down to the floor.
He was struck, she finally confessed. He couldn't think of anything reasonable to say to her. If it were one of those ladies out there, he would have been pleased at such a confession. But this was different, May-Jane was just a girl.
He coughed, "Well, that is good to hear. I do hope that you like all your teachers in school the same way you do like me," he said to her, acting ignoran to her actions.
"No! Not that way!" her eyes were forced to look at him.
He was also forced to remain there, his legs were unable to leave, unable to flee like Joseph of old. He met her brown coloured eyes.
"I do not know how to explain it but ....," She stopped halfway, coming closer then leaning in as she shut her eyes. She stood on tiptoes as her lips reached his lips.
Her lips were soft as cushion, the kiss was just a light one yet it spoke volumes. When he met her gaze again, she was grinning from ear to ear.
She had won him over with just a mere kiss, now the rest was up to him. Scared to his bones, he shrank backwards, recovering from the shock of the kiss. He swung his bag over his shoulder and left.