Dirty Little Schoolgirl Stories #7 - Scene 2

Khloe couldn't stay in her chair. Books open, mind gone. Steve watched her bounce one knee, then the other, trying to remember what subject came after algebra. He rubbed his face. Her parents paid for him—fifty an hour—and she still drew hearts on her notebook instead of answers. When she finally leaned across the desk, skirt riding up, and said, "You’re the reason I can’t concentrate," her mouth tasted like cherry lip balm and every mistake he’d already made. He knew better. Every excuse stayed on his tongue. His hand caught the back of her neck anyway, pulling her closer while the rest of him came undone.