As I make myself scrambled eggs, I wonder what she eats for breakfast, given her complete lack of culinary skills. Has she ever had s’more Pop-Tarts? Bet she’d like them, being a chocolate fiend and all. Rich people probably don’t eat Pop-Tarts. They eat those fancy toaster strudels. Then again, she does have a pantry full of ramen noodles. My mind drifts to thoughts of bending her over her kitchen island, which I suspect is the perfect height, and pounding into her from behind.

At the gym, I wonder how she keeps her trim figure. Is she a runner? Yoga maybe. Please God, let it be pole dancing classes. Fuck me. Now my dick is hard in a room full of sweaty dudes.

Flipping through TV channels after dinner, I pause on some black-and-white flick and wonder if she only watches old movies. She didn’t react to my Scarface impression. Maybe she’s never even seen it. Maybe we can watch it at her place while I fuck her on the couch. Then eat some Pop-Tarts.

I may have been thinking about her all day, but I’m proud to say I resist the urge to text her. She’s probably still pissed anyway. I was kind of a dick. I jack off again before bed, picturing taking off her little pink cotton panties with my teeth. I wake up the same way I fell asleep, smelling her on my pillow and yearning for the warmth of her. I jerk off a third time in twenty-four hours to dreams about what I want to do to her body. This is getting downright pathetic.

Nothing seems to work. Lying in bed Sunday morning with my heart racing and my cock still sticky, she’s all I’m thinking about. This is fucking weird. I’ve never been this hung up on a girl before. Of course, my dick’s never been stuck in purgatory this long before either. Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but abstinence makes the cock grow harder. When I agreed to this stupid sex tutor shit, I didn’t realize how much of a fucking torture the tease would be.

I need to fuck Elizabeth before I go insane. I’m a starving man staring at his favorite meal, luxuriating in the aroma of what I can’t have. I remind myself that I’ll fuck her soon enough then it’ll be fine. That’s all this is, a momentary obsession. Fuck Devin and his Bo Peep bullshit. I’m not that kid anymore. Soon she won’t hold any more allure than any other girl I’ve fucked and walked away from. I just need to have my fill of her first.

I give up trying to hold back and shoot her a text. Maybe we can add sexting to our trip around the bases.

Me: How’s that homework i gave u coming?

Goose: Homework?