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I type carefully.

Me: You need to study.

Maggie: I am studying.

Maggie: Unfortunately, my brain has added “your voice” to the syllabus.

My cock gets harder. Fuller. I shift my stance, one hand braced on the edge of the counter.

Me: Careful.

Maggie: See, that.

Maggie: That is not helping.

What the fuck am I doing? This doesn’t feel like tutoring anymore. Suddenly I’m filled with the urge to…

I shake my head. No, I can’t let myself go there.

Me: Where are you?

Maggie: At my desk.

Me: Sit back.

The dots appear immediately, then stop.

Good. She feels it too.

Maggie: That was very bossy for an anatomy review.

Me: Sit back, Maggie.

This time there’s no reply for almost thirty seconds.

My jaw tightens.

Then: Okay.

One word.

My cock pulses.

I look toward the bedroom and do not move.

Me: Put the pen down.

Maggie: Done.

Me: Hands on your lap.

Another pause.

Maggie: You are aware this is no longer about nerves, right?

Me: Yes.

Maggie: Good. Just checking we had both arrived.