He miserably sat back down at the table waiting.
When Becky walked back in a few minutes later, Jake just stared down at the table. She quietly sat down opposite him, picked up her pencil and started working again. After a few minutes more she began asking math-related questions, and their session continued as if nothing were amiss.
. . . . . . . . .
When Becky ran out her front door to bring her neighbor the eggs she was in such a good mood. She really enjoyed her time with Jake (unlike some of the other tutors she’d had) and was a little pleased at the thought of him waiting in her house while she ran an errand.
When he first started tutoring her, she figured she had a little crush on him, but knew he was much older and she didn’t even know much about boys, having spent so much time with her mother. She always found them a bit too interested in big boobs and sex and didn’t understand why the world seemed so shallow. So she was content to have a mini crush on the “older-man,” safe knowing nothing would become of it.
Just as she stepped over the edge of the driveway, her foot slipped on a rock, and windmilling her arms for balance, Becky dropped her bag of eggs.
She looked down for a moment, shook her head at her clumsiness, grabbed the now leaking sack and ran back into her house.
She had left the front door open and so right when she reentered the house she knew something was weird. She should have been able to see Jake. Figuring he must have gone to the rest room, she continued into the kitchen, but something she saw out of the corner of her eye made her stop and look down the hall into her room. She blinked not comprehending what she was looking at.
Jake was standing at her dresser, with a pair of her panties held up to his face with one hand, and rubbing himself with the other! She just stood there staring for a few seconds when he turned, and she was sure he was about to pocket her underwear when he saw her. He then froze, replaced her clothes and then walked back into the kitchen apologizing.
Becky had no idea what to do, she had no idea what this meant! So she simply got the new eggs, delivered them next door, then sat down and started doing her math problems again.
. . . . . . . . It was almost time to go and Jake had to say something. He knew it wasn’t right to leave without saying something.
“Becky.” . . She looked at him for the first time since the incident.
“Yes?” She asked quietly.
“I’m so sorry by what I did, and . . . I just want to let you know I’m sorry . .. .” he tailed off lamely.
Becky started to speak, but then stopped herself. “It’s ok,” he said. “What did you want to say?” He figured he’d see this through.
“Why?” She asked. “Why were you in my room? Why would you take . . .those?”
“I’m so sorry Becky” Jake let out, sure he was in deep trouble. He put his hand over his face, waiting for what was next.
Becky looked up at him, and saw how miserable he looked. “Jake, I’m not . . . you’re not in trouble . . but I just don’t understand why you were touching my . . .clothes.”