I switch off the engine of my baby blue Vespa, and kick the stand, parking it on their driveway. “Seems like the house,” I say to myself, hopping off the scooter. I toss my helmet into the seat compartment and brush my hair with my fingers while looking at the small mirror.
Walking up the steps of their porch, I readjust my black tank top and my light-wash jeans. A little casual for tutoring a child at their home, but it’s a nice autumn day, and it’s the weekend. I press the doorbell and wait.
Tiny footsteps come running from the other side of the door, and the knob twists open.
“Hi, Miss.” The boy waves.
“Hey, Lucas. Ready to get studying? Is your dad home?” I look down, with a grin on my face. The kid has a silly green and purple dinosaur T-shirt on, and striped pants.
“DAD! SHE’S HERE!” He turns back and yells.
The door immediately opens wider, “Yes I know Lucas.” He glances at him and then at me. He’s in his mid-30s, his hair is brushed neatly, his white tee fits his athletic frame, and his khaki jeans sit well on his waist. “Miss Young. A pleasure as always.” He gestures for me to enter with a warm smile. If I don’t know any better, he looks genuinely happy to see me. “Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.”
The house is cozy and tidy, save from the few bits of Legos that are scattered on the wood parqueted floor. The side table by the doorway is piled high with stacks of newspaper and letters. He walks me into the kitchen, which looks like it had been cleared down for the purpose of my arrival. “Apologies for the mess, Lucas and I did our best to clean up for you. Feel free to use the kitchen as you wish, Lucas has all of his assignments ready.”
“No need to apologize, Mr. Stevens. And thank you.” I take off my backpack and unload the stationery on the kitchen counter, showcasing the pencils, colorful markers, and lesson plan books. “Should we get started on your math first?” Lucas groans, but nods nonetheless. “We can use the sparkly rainbow markers to write with. Want to try them?”
Lucas shyly nods and grabs the marker from my hand, and I start reading out the instructions and explaining the task. Mr. Stevens pulls up a stool next to me and observes the way I break down the addition and subtraction for his son.
As we study, I could see his gaze, moving from the exercise sheet, onto my body, tracing my cleavage, to my shoulders, to my neck. I smile back at him, and he immediately looks away, blushing but also smiling to himself.
Nothing much really happens, except for the small little glances that we exchange. Time flies quickly, and before I knew it, it was time for some afternoon snack. Mr. Stevens pulls out an apple juice box and some string cheese, and Lucas runs off with it, speeding off to go play with some Legos.
He sets a can of orange soda and a pack of fruit snacks in front of me on the kitchen counter, “I think we deserve a snack break too.”
I smirk, “That’s kind of you, Mr. Stevens.”
“Oh please just call me Matt. You’re at my house. On a Saturday. It’s fine.”
He chuckles, and it made me let out a small laugh. “Alright, as long as you’ll call me with my first name too.” I smile, clicking the can open and pushing the straw in.
“Sarah…” He says my name as if he’s trying to savor it, letting it hang in the air. “Okay, tell me. As I said, it’s a Saturday, do you not have more interesting plans other than teaching a child math at home?” He glances at me, sipping from his soda can.
“I like teaching.” I shrug. “Plus it’s not like I have better things to do. Teaching doesn’t really allow me to have other hobbies.”
He lets out a “tsk”. “Oh come on. Surely you don’t just tutor all weekend for fun?”
I fake an offending eye roll. “Fine. I like to veg out alone on my couch, watch reruns of my favorite show, and drink beer.”
Matt laughs, his eyes twinkling and creasing on the edges. “Not you too! That sounds like my weekend.”
“I thought the moms would be all over you, blowing your phone off with messages and play dates,” I smirk, and swirl around my orange soda and take a sip out of my straw.
He blushes. “No way. I’m not like that. I’m a mess. I mean you obviously can see that.” He rambles on, “Plus the dating scene for single dads are rough.”
“Oh come on, you’re a kind person, a good dad and… I bet the ladies love orange soda and fruit snacks.” I pop one orange-shaped gummy in my mouth and leave to look for Lucas, resuming the tutoring.
In this half of the tutoring session, Matt doesn’t stay and watch, but he does come in from time to time to check. It’s now the fourth time he enters the kitchen, but this time, he finally lingers. “Ms. Young… Do you want to stay for dinner, with Lucas and me?” He purses his lips and squints like he’s waiting for a car to run over him. “It’s the least I- We can do for you.”
I look away, trying to hold my laugh, and quickly turn back at him, and then Lucas. Lucas looks at me with pleading eyes. It’s probably been lonely and boring for him to eat alone. “Sure, I’ll stay. But…” I close the books and clear the kitchen space. “I’ll stay if only Lucas and I can help make it.”
He grins widely, the apples of his cheek a little flush, and probably sighs in relief. “Of course.”
Spaghetti and sweet Italian sausage in red sauce. Matt chops the onions, and well, to be fair I’m not doing much help but I’m making Lucas count the spaghetti, which keeps him busy. And as soon as Matt got the cooking on the go, Lucas and I picked up the rogue Lego pieces on the floor and set up the table.
And just in time, dinner is served. Matt asks about what Lucas is like in class, what teaching is like, and in return, I ask about his job and his interests. Occasionally Lucas jumps in the conversation and directs it to discuss dinosaurs but as soon as his belly is full and he is done pushing around the remaining pasta on the plate, he yawns.
“Are you tired buddy?” Matt asks, and Lucas nods, rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry Ms. Young but I think I have to put Lucas in bed.”
“Oh okay should I-”
He quickly adds. “But please wait, it’ll be really quick. I’ll be back.”
I nod and give him a small smile. “Of course.” The both of them leave to go upstairs and to occupy myself, I decide to clear the table and rinse the dishes off.
“Oh gosh, Sarah-” He suddenly speaks. I jump, not realizing he is already back in the kitchen. “Sorry. You shouldn’t have done the cleaning up.”
“Well, it’s the least I can do,” I smirk, echoing what he had said earlier about dinner.
He opens the fridge and pulls out a half-opened bottle of wine. “Wine? To thank you for everything.”
“Obviously.”
We walk to the living room and sat on the couch. We dink our glasses of wine and take a sip of the red.
“Sarah, thank you so much. For… Well, everything, really.” Matt looks at his feet. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an evening this pleasant.” He looks back at me, his eyes glimmering under the dim lighting of the room. “I guess they’re right what they say about good company.”
I lean in, grinning, “Hmm, what do they say about good company?”
He closes the gap between our lips and kisses me deeply. He cups my cheeks and pulls me in close. The kiss is passionate and was what all that banter made it out to be, but he pulls away.
“I’m sorry, Sarah. I-” He scoots away. “I shouldn’t do this. You’re my son’s teacher.”
I give him a thin smile, but I have to admit to myself that I’m a little disappointed, but I keep it to myself. “I understand. If that’s what you want then… Kiss rescinded.” I scoot back as well. “I… I’ll head home. Thank you for the dinner.”
He nods but doesn’t reply. I get up and head to pick up my bag at the doorway but he calls out. “Wait.”
I stop dead in my tracks, and he approaches. He towers above me and looks at me deeply. “Sarah I’m sorry… I can’t just forget about that kiss,” He leans again for another kiss, this time a little messier, and more erotic. He grabs my waist, and his hands travel to my ass, giving me a little raise upwards. We finally pull away, this time he has a huge grin on his face. “Can I take you out for dinner instead?”
I gaze at him, “What if you come over, we stay in and you use that money for a babysitter?”
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