The Tutor

Olivia Johnson (Straddling)

You remain motionless, completely stunned about what just took place. You never thought that you would actually go through with it and only in your wildest dreams did you think that this delicate flower, your "Juliet", would ever repay the kindness.

Her small soft lips draw away from yours. The beautiful young girl leans back, still straddling your lap, and then wraps her arms around you. You kiss the top of her head, entirely unsure of how to proceed.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, pulling away so that you can see her eyes through her cute rose-pink glasses. Her hair is a little mussed but otherwise flawless, the deep brown strands tied together into a ponytail, as is typical for her. You feel your heart flutter at her innocent question.

“Yes, sweetheart. Just, uh, I didn't expect you to kiss me.” Her face reddens slightly, and she ducks down as if embarrassed. “It's okay though." You tell her. "It's more than just 'okay'." You think to yourself. "I mean you don't owe me anything, and you don't have to like me back just because I'm your tutor; but like I said, I really really like you... even though I know I shouldn't.” You gently cup her cheek, her warm skin making your fingers tingle.

She smiles softly. “You said you liked me in the boyfriend/girlfriend way, so I thought that meant you wanted to kiss me." she whispers shyly with a twist of her lips.

"Oh, I did. I really did want to, but I wasn't brave enough to actually go through with it."

"I'm brave." She says confidently with a broad smile.

"You sure are, sweetie." You chuckle, brushing a strand of loose hair out of her face.

You notice the clock in the corner of your eye.