Tales of Elsbeth Two Lessons Taught
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It was Saturday. I was tutoring Cal today. I put on a little pastel dress and thongs and a touch of make up. I arrived at his house at 11.30. I knocked. He answered the door and grinned easily. He leaned on the door jamb. Cal was 6’4’’, with a huge build and messy dark hair and eyes. He gave me one of his bone crushing hugs. “That’s enough, Cal,” I said, attempting to pry him away, but of course, I couldn’t make him do anything.
He jogged upstairs to his room. “My parents are out,” he called. “So I was thinking we could just chill today. I’m doing pretty well, yeah?”
I frowned as I entered his bedroom. “You mean you want your parents to pay me for babysitting you for an hour while you play World of Warcraft? I don’t think so, Cal.”
“What would you rather do?” he asked. He rolled onto his side and winked at me.
I rolled my own eyes. Cal was in his first year of university. He wanted to take a gap year and travel around Europe but his parents were rabid for him to go to a good university.
“I’d like to revise for your exam.”
“Boorrrring,” he said.
“Cal, you want to do well, don’t you? Otherwise you’re going to end up working at McDonald’s your whole life and you wouldn’t like that, would you?”
“As if,” he snorted. “My parents are loaded. As if I even have to work. Or finish uni.”
“Just because your parents are wealthy it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do something meaningful, Cal. I really don’t like that attitude. And if I hear you saying something so bratty and arrogant again you may come to regret letting it leave your lips. Do we understand each other?”
He thought about it for a second and smiled at me. The kid could get away with murder with that smile. I felt my self smiling back.
“Such a little manipulator,” I muttered, with affection.
“So I could get anything I want?” he asked, standing up.
I put my hands up. “Not this again, Cal.”
“I don’t get why you’re so resistant,” he said matter of factly. He picked up a lock of my hair and played with it. He placed his hand under my chin and stroked my lip with his thumb. My stomach leapt.
“Stop,” I said quietly.
“Say please,” he instructed evenly. Amusement kindled in his dark eyes. His unnaturally mature dark eyes.
“Stop,” I repeated, more forcefully, meeting his eyes.
“Stop, what?” His grip on my chin tightened. I wanted him to lean down and kiss me so bad it hurt. Panic set in and I needed to get away, now!
“Stop, please,” I crunched the words out.
“Sir.”
“Sir,” I added reluctantly.
He released my face and smirked down at me. My eyes widened as I realised what had just happened. “Cal! Inappropriate! That was NOT okay. Any of it. Bad Cal, bad!” I shoved his chest. “You are a teenager, I am an adult, and I am your teacher!”
“And?” he answered blandly. “I seem that innocent to you?” He reached his hand out and patted my head, emphasising how damned big he was.
“You’re eighteen.”
“It’s legal,” he replied coolly.
“It doesn’t mean it’s moral.’
“Moral… Do you think the police are going to break down the door if we kiss?”
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