The day is stretching, sun at its golden hour resting in the middle line of the horizon, bright rays reflecting through the glass intensifying its beam, it should be closing hour, but here I sat still  tutoring math to the little boy beside me. Judging by the slouching demeanor, his energy is thinning just as I fight to keep my eyelids open.

For what felt like the hundredth time I lift my glasses to run my hand down my face, rubbing my eyes to focus in the process, Lending aid to teach my most favored subjects is a privilege, but it's apparent In this moment the love for math is one - sided, normal.

"Find the x." I groaned the same thing for what seemed like the eightieth time, probably was.

Irritation creeping in on his facial expression as he leans his body back in defeat. I sighed, "Maxwell, you can do this come on you had it good the last time."

"The last time was different,"

"How so?"

Peering down to him I watch his Puffy cheeks blush as he furrows his brows. I knew I lost the battle when he ditched the pencil to cross his hands, think quick ahmed, or his mother will be very upset.

Ms. Osmun didn't train a quitter. Since he can't use the problems given, why not create his own? in thought my eyes scan the spacious dining room, carefully picking something worth the thought, for a moment it's nothing but luxury decorum; detailed light colors matching with the walls.

Until I spot a controller resting on the floating white shelf underneath the mounted television.

I raise a thick brow, an idea conjures up, "Maxwell?"   

Still in his irritated mindset he looks up to me, strands of his strawberry blonde silks brushing his face.

"What games do you play?."

His brows suddenly relaxes at the relatable subject, "Minecraft?" he softly mutters finding the relevancy.

Interesting, "What is minecraft?"

A beam creeps into his eyes, "It's like a world I can create, with my own village and people and -" His voice drowns out as I linger in my thoughts, devising a mathematical scenario,  Though I am not accustomed to games they all have one thing in common, whether in battle or puzzle it's all about finding.

The sound of the door clicks open, in the midst of his enthusiasm he hadn't heard it.

"How do you create these worlds?" I question coyly prodding for him to search deep in his brain. The sound of keys gently being placed on a counter, a shadow reflects on the dark screen of the television until dark strands of here emerges just at the tip of the corner, peering in on her son.

"I summon them from my inventory."

"But first?"

He searches intently, playing back the game and instructions in his mind, "But first I need to find them!"

"So once you find them you need to bring them where?" He is nearly there.

"I need to bring them back to my home to build."

Green eyes full of joy poke from the counter, eyeing me red faced before diverting her attention back to me.

"Bingo, so your a player here and you need to gather food and animals and resources on the X" His eyes follow every move of the Pencil, "But the X is all the way over here and I have too much animals"

"Those are numbers" he corrects with a chuckle.

Bashfully slapping my forehead, "Oops"

"I mean numbers, I need to get rid of all of these numbers, they cant fit into my little home."

"You need to subtract those and bring that X over." He beams happily ripping the pencil from me.

Making eye contact with his mother in achievement while he writes away, sloppy but correct, reciprocating she softly claps, eyes glossing with a reddening face trailing her eyes down my chest.

"Done." Maxwell beams, shoving the paper right into my face. Blurred from my glasses at first until they align, the problem was solved.

Raising our palms in the air to slap them together, "Alright!"

The celebration cuts short with soft claps, a crystalized voice bestows unto the kitchen "Alright" his mother rejoices stepping in, "You two are having way too much fun."

Rounding to the table to greet his mother, "Look! my minecraft are going to have a feast" once again shoving the paper too close for comfort, strands of her midnight hair falls downwards as she glances down.

"Rockstar", "Go put this in your backpack and have some free time. We need to Let Ahmed go"

"No, I want to do more." He protests.

I could wipe a tear from that statement.

"Next time, now go on." Like a deer he prances around heading straight for his room upstairs.

A moment of silence as I gather my belongings, "You have really done well with him" she smiles, gently walking towards the table, stars dancing in the corner of her eyes.

I shrugged, "I am happy he is learning, I know he could do it."

"I picked the right tutor." She huffs, porcelain complexion faintly turning red around her shoulders, I force my eyes not to linger on her aqua green dress accentuating her slender curves, she suddenly steps in closer and I catch a glimpse of her pebbled nipples through the thin fabric, no bra.

I swallow.

"Oh here." Slim arms extend to me, a folded hundred dollar bill rolled in between her fingers. Thicker than usual.

"Thank you" I smiled, accidentally touching her fingers with mine feeling a shiver in her palm.

My hunch was correct, rolled neatly into one at least seven hundred dollar bills, a generous amount considering it's twice as much as what I charge. "Oh wow - Mrs. Axe this is -"

"Don't say anything, it's a bonus, please accept it."

Even with that it was still too high, but when life gives you Lemons, squeeze every last drop. "Are you sure?"

"For what you have done for him -" She huffs stepping closer, heels clicking the ground. "It's not even enough to express my gratitude, he is now at the top of his academics, thanks to you."

"Hmm, oh uh - oh wow," Realizing she is inches from me, the erected nipples poke out in my peripherals. "All I did was lead, it was up to him to follow." I shrug Clearing my throat trying to put some distance.

Green eyes lingering at my physique through the grey plaid dress shirt, stepping closer, "Well - " a change in her breath, body language slowing with a heat. "I hope you can help me out in the future."

"With what" I chuckle nervously feeling the table behind me as the distance between us closes in, no where else to turn to.

"Mmmm, you're a very earnest man, I'd like you to come by one day and take care of a little problem I have." Something was oddly familiar about this behavior, the heat, those stars, shivers and that breathy voice lacing with a heavy seduction.

A light bulb clicks, the other night, that barista.

Is Maxwell's mom trying to seduce me?

A panic shoots through my veins, nipples gently grazing against my broadened chest, so soft, a rich sweet scent makes me swoon, I can't force out words, Realizing it to late than I feel fingers trailing up arm.

"Uh -"

Seductively she giggled at my trembles, trailing the manicured acrylics down my arm, I can feel glands of sweat building "Mrs. Axe -" I whispered. Goosebumps awakening at my sensitivity, if she keeps this up the blood will rush to my -

"Shhh" she gently huffed, deep intent eye contact as the fingers graze down my abdomen, self control slipping but I force an attempt latching onto her wrists, gently but firmly. Sucking in a sharp breathe to the sudden grip, a look of shock before she smiles sinisterly licking her lips, does she like that?

"Mmm" She moans, fuck she does like that. My grip tightening around her wrists trying to move them away from the band of my dark khakis. The point I needed her to grasp, wasn't grasping.

"Mrs. Axe please," my strenght out doing hers, an annoyance slowly building up leaving me to tighten my grip harsher when she is suddenly on her knees.

"Mrs. Axe!" on cue the bedroom door above closes, small feet descending down the steps hastily.

"Mom, can we go to Kevin's house?" Maxwell screams rounding to the corner of the kitchen in time to see his mother on her feet standing at the end of the table.

Face still flushed as she clears her throat "Yes of course" she swallows in capable of looking at him.

An awkward tension as he peered between his mother and I, My cue. "Um, I'll see you soon Maxwell, your going to do great." I cheese hoping he wouldn't catch the crack in my voice. I feel her glare on my back leaving until I am out the door.

Deeply I inhale the fresh cut grass outside, regulating my pulse and heart rate from what almost just happened, was Phil correct with these hunches? No way, Mrs. Axe would have never done things like this before, I come here almost all the time, torturing their sim for years, never picked up a vibe like this.

lingering on behind the door, I stare into the faceless sky hoping the wind would reduce the swelling down below when someone pulls in on the driveway.

Just when I calmed my pulse, it restarts all over again. In the middle of the driveway In his Grey Bugatti Centodieci, head perked out in the windows with a cheshire smile, "Ahmed!" he exclaims, baritone voice echoes in the neighborhood.

Fucking hell. "Hi Mr. Axe."

"Just wrapping up? c'mon man I just got here." Energy full of enthusiasm, I just couldn't look at him anymore.

"I got a test coming up, but I'll be around soon."

Just when he was about to say something the garage opens up, with a nod he waves positioning his car to enter, I await until his car is fully submerged inside before sprinting off the lawn.

***

I shouldn't be too hard on myself, I didn't initiate anything, but the feeling of her fingers were soft and seductive I couldn't help myself but imagine.

The cooler in the gas station cools the sweat racing down my temple leaving an itchy feel from the cold sweat on my plaid dress shirt. It didn't help the sticky cold but it definitely helped me down below, removing my glasses to cool down damped strands of hair on my forehead when looks from the cashier at the register put me in an awkward position.

In distaste the man eyes me, eyes coated with questions of my sanity. Clearing my throat I grab a water bottle slipping my glasses back on, I should be used to awkward situations by now but each look is always different.

"Hello."

"Uh, find everything ok?"

Was that a joke? "Yes" I cheese diverting my attention to the store across the street.

The man's attempt at conversation faded in the background when a vision caught my eyes, in the peak of glowing hour from the sun; a white knee length dress against the shimmering bronze of her skin, like staring at the brightest star she stands out in the crowd. Braids in a neat bun, voluptuous figure. A beauty even when she stands In one place looking at her phone.

"Buddy, hello?"

Im shook back to reality, meeting the glare of the man before me, "Oh uh I'm sorry."

My Wallet entangles in my jacket pocket, occasionally shifting my eyes back and forth to not miss the sculpture in front of me. My irritation was climbing and so was the cashier's, no other choice.

"Keep the change" I screech, slamming one of the hundred dollar bills onto the counter, beelining to the door. It never occured to me I didn't even grab the water bottle.

Still in her own world, focusing on her phone she never noticed me approaching until a loud horn of a car jolted her bones.

"You out of your damn mind!" The man rightfully roars at me, him and four other drivers that had to slam on their brakes, steam arising from the scuff marks off their tires.

So entrapped by the Goddess I wondered without even thinking about my own life, Jay walking right into traffic.

"Fucking move!"

"Ahmed? Please get off the streets." The sound of my name roll off her tongue, gracing the wind, glossed eyes of worrisome.

Blaring his horn "Move!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Raising my hands in surrender stepping away hastily.

Cruel names spews as they drive off angrily.

"What were you thinking?" She seethes looking into my eyes.

Good question; about you.

"Uh just a lot on my mind." I shrugged looking away from her soft gaze.

"Well, stay alive for tomorrow" she huffs. "I hope this weekend has given you time to collect yourself?" Without verbally saying it, I knew what she meant.

I want to rub my nape but fear she'll notice the dark wet stains under my arms. Coincidentally of all places I run my dream girl in front of a ... raunchy store.

I gulped looking away, trying not to focus on such matters nor the arousing Lacey undergarments displayed on the mannequins. A strain in my pants glancing down at the bag hooked in her slender fingers.

The store advertised on the outside, was Ms.Osmun shopping for Lacey bras and panties?

"Have you been studying?"

I shake from my wonderment from her clear sultry voice, the clothes on my skin threatening to squeeze the life from me. "Uh, yes, yes I have." I lied.

"Good! I hope you're back to normal and that our star mathlete is back."

My skin on fire, at any moment I could pass out from the amount of blood rushing to my head. Sure enough my skin is giving it away. Like a fool I babble, can't morph any words to speak to the Goddess.

What should I even say? Should I confess my love? No she might send me to another class or file a court case against me. Teacher and student Romance is forbidden, But when they hire teachers with her beauty and grace they might as well hook me in handcuffs now and burn the key to ashes.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

Fuck, I took too long. "Y-yes!" I give out to Harshly. "Tomorrow for sure!"

Those juicy lips stretch to a wide smile, goodness she could punch me in the gut and I'd beg her for more.

"Then I'll see you then, have a goodnight."

Water leaks from my mouth watching her figure walking away, small waist Massive hips. Ass swaying side to side.

An elder woman walks by me just as Ms osmun rounds to the corner pit if sight, the elder woman's eyes raking down my body until she sucks her teeth in an appalling manner, it was then I noticed my manhood fully erected threatening to tear through the zipper.

Fucking hell.