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There was silence. Or, rather, since there had in fact been nothing but silence for some time, there were no words on the screen.

Then Tessa read something that excited her deeply: "What would I see if I were with you now?"

Her heart started to beat much faster, and her fingers started shaking a little once again.

"You'd see a very messy bedroom," she began.

"I don't mind a bit of mess!"

"And you'd see me lying here on my bed with my laptop."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

"Dressed comfortably?"

That leading question again! Only this time it was her teacher that was asking! Tessa knew she would have to answer, particularly as it was the same question she herself had posed earlier.

"Well, I've got a white blouse on," she began, "but it's kind of comfy, 'cause not all the buttons are done up!"

"I'm intrigued," her teacher wrote.

"Yes, and I've got a blue pleated skirt - it's a bit on the short side!"

"How lovely!"

Without fully realizing it, Tessa had begun to move in a slow rhythm back and forward with her hips, so that the front of her skirt was rubbing regularly against that pillow between her legs. With a little help from her hands, the skirt had ridden up a little, so Tessa was able to push her panties directly against the pillow. The stimulation was only mild, but in combination with her teacher's words it had caused her breathing to deepen and quicken considerably.