I realised a little too late that she had left her bag in my chair. So, there I was, standing like a fuckin’ eejit outside her door.

The sound of footsteps pattering on the staircase came from the other side of the door followed by a key twisting in the lock, and then she was there, standing in front of me, obliterating any notion of walking away.

“Hi, Johnny," she said in a breathy voice, staring up at me all wide-eyed and lethal. "You're back."

Yeah, I was back. And up in her room in basically record time. Helping her with fucking math.

I foolishly allowed my eyes to wander off the copybook she was furiously scribbling on, where they then proceeded to trail over her body.

She was still sitting cross-legged and facing me, but she was leaning forward, working hard on a sum, which caused the string top she was wearing to droop, giving me a glorious view of her braless tits.

Sweet Jesus Christ. I loved tits. And tits that belonged to this girl were even more appealing.

They were small and perky with rosy-tipped, pebbled nipples. She was just so fucking beautiful. I was instantly hard.