The Tutor

by Kailin Gow

  “I want you to know how much I love you,” Chase finally said, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. “I want to take care of you, make you my princess.”

  I hope I can say I love you the same way you love me, I thought.

  “I know,” I replied.

  “I still can’t believe that I have you all to myself now and that we’ll be living together and going to Harvard together.”

  I smiled, trying to be as enthusiastic in my heart as Chase was in his words. Don’t get me wrong, going to Harvard was a huge deal for me.

  Chase must have picked up on my reserved response. “I promise you, I’ve changed. I won’t be by the fraternity house as much because I won’t be lonely—I’ve got you to come home to. We’ll be together so much, without any interference. With you there, I’ll have all I need.”

  I adored his words and they impacted me to my very core. He knew what to say and I kissed Chase back. If it was one thing Chase was good at, it was seduction. He had taught me about sex and was the one I’d lost my virginity to. He was all I ever knew until we broke up last summer.

  I felt the familiar, strong hands of Chase slipping under my yellow sun dress. They landed on my ass and squeezed it softly. He put his lips by my ear and murmured, “You look so hot in this dress but you know that, don’t you, Tay.”

  “That’s…”

  “My words were stopped mid-breath as he continued talking. “We don’t have to leave right now. I could take you right now, Tay, and your parents wouldn’t even know it.”

  “Chase,” I said, feeling my heart race slightly, “we’ve never done any of that at my parents’ house.”

  “Because you wouldn’t let me,” Chase replied, his smooth voice replaced with one that couldn’t hide the bitterness. “We’ve always had to go to the lake house or to my place, but you let that filthy Salvatore touch you here, didn’t you? I can only imagine how much you two did together under this roof.”

  “Chase, please don’t go there,” I said, feeling a lump in my throat. It was definitely guilt.

  His voice changed back to the smooth talker in an instant. “I want to take you here, too. Make your last memory of living here one with me. I want to fuck you so hard that you don’t even remember anyone else ever touching you.”

  His words disgusted me. “Chase, my parents are waiting outside to say ‘goodbye’ to me before I go off with you to college. We can’t. Not right now.”

  Chase let out a frustrated breath. “Alright, but when we get to our apartment, you won’t get to see the campus or any part of the Boston area for days. I’m going to keep you in that apartment and make love with you from morning tonight, rocking your world so hard that you won’t even be able to stand after a bit.”

  I laughed at his animated vocalization of what he wanted to do to me.

  He responded by sliding his fingers from on my ass to under my panties and pressing them against my pussy, making me instantly throb and become wet in the folds. How did he do that? I tried to remain focused on what had to be done. “We’d better go.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Before I could answer he slid his two fingers inside my willing and wet pussy and nearly made me moan so loud that I feared my parents would know what was going on.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” I barely said. It wasn’t convincing, to say the least.

  Then, as quickly as he’d started, Chase pulled away. “As you wish, my princess. But I promise you endless days of pleasure with me from now on. Because this,” he placed the two fingers that had just fingered me, into his mouth, and sucked on it. “Is not enough for me. I need to taste all of you.”

  I was speechless.

  He reached down and grabbed my bags and opened the door, his head jerking back to me afterward and he asked, “Ready?” and winked.

  I quickly adjusted my panties and dress. “Yes.”

  I walked out the door to find my parents waiting by the entrance.

  “I’m going to miss you so much, Taylor,” my mom said.

  “I’ll miss you, too, but I’ll be home for plenty of visits. You’ll see.”

  “Take care, sweetheart,” Dad said.

  “I will. You take care of yourself, Dad. Call me immediately if you need my help with anything. I’ll be back in a flash. First’s come first.”

  Dad hugged me tightly and it made me feel like he thought he was seeing me go for the last time in his life.

  We all walked outside and Chase loaded my luggage into the back of the Mercedes GL550 SUV.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “I am,” I said. I was excited and nervous.

  Chase pulled out of my driveway and we took off on our seven hour drive to our new apartment and our new life.

  Chapter 1

  It was a really fun road trip to Harvard and I immediately felt like the way Chase and I had been back in high school when we were first dating. He’d drive me everywhere and we’d talk and laugh, having so much fun and talking about the future. There had never been any bumps like what we had this past summer in those conversations. We lived and we learned from what happened, though. Now, we were starting our relationship anew and it was going to be better than ever because we understood each other a great deal better. And honestly demanded that I acknowledge that I’d made mistakes, too, not just Chase. We had both been guilty in our behavior this past summer.

  Chase began talking about all I had to look forward to but my thoughts drifted off. I was happy and grateful for the opportunity I had but in a way, I didn’t have a choice in the entire path my life was taking at that moment. I was in a unique position where my actions could make everything right for a lot of people, my parents being the most important.

  Over the past three months, I’d nearly ruined my father’s business, my family’s name, Chase’s family name, and everyone’s expectations of me because of a brief, albeit amazing, summer fling with Salvatore.

  I have to make this right, I thought. There’s no other choice.

  Chase’s future in politics depended on me making this right. He had to make this right and so did I. Then there was my family’s legacy, which was everything to me. I was last in line for the First’s that worked with the import business and that meant that a lot of responsibility fell upon my shoulders. They’d worked too hard for too long to have me come and ruin it for them in a single instant, a bad decision. Nothing had been handed to them the way it had to so many others. They worked very hard to earn what they had, sacrificing much in order to gain more.

  “Tay, where are your thoughts at?” Chase asked.

  “I…oh, sorry. Just nervous,” I replied.

  I glanced over at him and saw he was scrutinizing me. He was afraid I was thinking of Salvatore. I could tell. Indirectly, I guess I was.

  We pulled into an apartment complex that was definitely luxurious and high end—not the place that most students would ever be able to afford to stay.

  Chase jumped out of the SUV and walked around, opening up the door on my side. “I can’t wait to show you the place,” he said. “I had you in mind when I found it.”

  What does that even mean?

  I really didn’t know what to say so I smiled. Chase has been acting overly attentive to me as of late—so sweet—that I felt as if it was too much. It didn’t seem sincere and that made me feel uncomfortable.

  “Chase, you didn’t have to do that. This is our place and like I’d said before, I could have gotten my own place or even stayed at a dorm. It would have been okay.”

  “Tay, you are staying with me. We are a team and you are here because of me. This is the least I can do. We’re together now and that means in every way. I am committed to you and want you to realize that I mean what I’m saying. It’s going to be you and me together. That’s the way it’s meant to be and that’s the way it’s going to be. I love you—never forget that.”

  I still couldn’t say a sincere ‘I love you’ that meant the same thing as what Chase said to me
and he knew it. I think that’s why he told me so often, hoping to get me to break down and say it. He needed to hear it badly and that startled me a bit.

  Being led by Chase, we walked into the lobby of the luxurious apartment building and I felt like I was some sort of celebrity or elite person but I wasn’t. I was just me and I was feeling like the princess that I was being reminded I was.

  “How many students live here?” I asked. I knew it was a ridiculous question because the place was obviously not meant for college students, rather the rich and swanky.

  “Not many. You deserve better than the campus environment, though,” he said to me.

  But I like the thought of the campus environment, I thought. Oh well, he’s just trying to treat me special. I’ll figure it out.

  We made our way up the elevator which opened up to our apartment. I couldn’t hide my surprise. I looked at Chase, my mouth half hanging open.

  He grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I thought you would like that. We have our own private elevator.”

  “Chase, we’re college students …”

  “From privilege families. Why shouldn’t we live the lifestyle we’re used to just because we are in college?”

  “It’s just so extravagant,” I said.

  “You’ll get used to it, Taylor. When you run in certain circles …”

  “You sound just like your father.”

  “That’s not so bad. Maybe I want to be like him,” Chase said. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be like your own parents, is there?”

  “I didn’t mean anything bad by it, Chase. It’s just that…is that what you want?”

  He didn’t answer me. Instead, Chase pushed me into our apartment and the elevator doors slid shut behind us.

  The place was stunning, like it was ready for a photo shoot in Architectural Digest or some publication similar to that. It was fully furnished in modern luxury and made it look like I’d already achieved a great many successes in life, which certainly was not the case.

  I was trying to take it all in and Chase came over and cupped my face in his hands and spoke into my ear. “I want you,” he said.

  He began kissing me and pressing his body hard against mine. He wasn’t wasting any time.

  “No tour first?”

  “I’ll show you each room as I fuck you in it, Tay,” he said. “I want it to be like it used to be when we were together. I’m sorry I ever hurt you and I’m going to make it up to you. I missed you so much when I was here. When I went back home and realized you were…were…”

  His voice cracked, showing so much sadness that I immediately felt bad about what I’d done to him. “I’m sorry,” I said. It was simple but I didn’t know what else to offer.

  “I just want you to be happy. Don’t you like the apartment?”

  “It looks amazing,” I replied softy. I could see that he was really trying to please me and although I didn’t trust him yet, I wanted to trust him again. I couldn’t stand the thought of living life with a man I didn’t trust. My defenses slowly crumbled and Chase sensed it, too.

  He was practically lifting me up off the floor as he pressed into my body with his pelvis. “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment, Tay. All summer, and then when we got back together, and we couldn’t do it at your parents’. I need you…I’ve waited long enough.”

  Chase lifted my dress up and tore my panties right off in one quick motion, releasing the small strings that held them together. It was rough and aggressive but so stimulating to me. He kept on talking, telling me what he wanted and I could tell that he wouldn’t settle for less than getting what his heart—or hard-on—desired.

  “There’s just us now and we have this place all to ourselves. It’s our playground and I’m going to take advantage of having you in every room, in every way I can.”

  He pressed his lips against mine and kept his chest pressed against my body. Then his one hand reached down and he unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor. I felt his hardness pressed against me, making me breathe faster.

  My chest was heaving, moving in and out from the excitement, and feeling his length pressing against my abs made me feel so good, so desirable. His fingers reached down and found my nub, as they were able to do so masterfully, and he rubbed it masterfully until I was moaning.

  “Chase, oh Chase,” I whispered, my voice shaking from the built up anticipation that was in me. It felt so good, I could hardly talk. “Take me now…please,” I begged.

  “That’s right. No one can make you feel like I do, Tay. No one!” he pressed harder on me with his fingers.

  He guided me over to the couch and bent me over the edge of it, thrusting into me from behind. “You’re mine, Tay. Mine!” His hands wrapped around and squeezed my breasts. My dress was still around my waist but I didn’t care. Each thrust built me up and felt so good, I was open to whatever he wanted to do. The connection was raw and sexual…it was what I longed for.

  “Oh,” escaped my lips as I had a heavy, convulsing orgasm and right after, Chase had his release.

  We stood frozen in time for a moment and then he gently guided me up and turned me around, looking at me with a satisfied grin on his face. “That was incredible, honey.” He kissed me gently.

  “I agree,” I said, placing my hands on his chest, which was still in his polo shirt. “I think I’m going to like it in Boston.”

  “I’m going to make sure of it,” he said. “Well, I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you look around and familiarize yourself with everything. You can take one when I’m done.”

  At first I thought I should be annoyed that he didn’t offer for me to shower with him or at least go first but it didn’t matter. I did want to look around and I suddenly felt a bit awkward, like sex was what defined us and not the emotional connection. A little separation would be good so I didn’t feel forced to say the three words that Chase seemed so eager for me to say.

  I got my dress back on and once I heard the shower running, I began to walk around and look at everything. The apartment was really amazing and I felt it was too indulgent but like Chase reminded me: we came from families of means—especially him—and this was how our life was going to be. I had best get comfortable with that.

  Physically that felt like the way we used to be. That’s good, isn’t it?

  I didn’t feel as satisfied emotionally as I did physically though and longed for that feeling to return. Was it lost forever? I hoped not or it would be a very long life I was in for, certainly not the one that I’d dreamt of having with Chase just a year ago. Then I thought of Salvatore. It was unavoidable, I supposed but his face and body flooded my mind. I could recall the way he made me feel in such detail—satisfied both physically and emotionally. I’d never been myself more than I’d been with him once I gave myself permission to do it. It had been wonderful and sadly, it had been short lived. Worse yet, Salvatore was a risk I couldn’t afford to take any longer.

  Hopefully the memories of his touch, his smile, will fade over time.

  Chapter 2

  Chase was true to his word with me and we barely did anything aside from having sex and eating for the first two days in Boston. When my phone rang, I saw that it was my mother.

  “What do you think of the city?” she asked eagerly.

  “It’s fine, I guess,” I replied. I obviously couldn’t state that I hadn’t seen much more than the apartment.

  “What about the apartment?”

  Now that was something I knew all about. “It’s beautiful…almost too much for a college student.”

  “You’re always so modest, dear. It’s exciting that you have opportunities to have such a wonderful college experience and not have to stay in one of those loud, trashy places. Don’t you think?”

  “Yes,” I said. There was no other answer to give.

  “What are you doing today?”

  “I’m going to a social at Chase’s fraternity to meet his friends.”

  My voic
e must have sounded nervous because Mom caught on. “You’ll be okay, honey. They are going to love you and the past is the past.”

  Was that more for her benefit or mine?

  “Of course.” I decided to change the subject. “I’m eager for classes to start. That’s what I really am set to dive into.”

  “You’ve always loved school and studying so much. You get that from your father. Me…I was always more fond of socializing.”

  “I definitely know that,” I said, laughing. My mom really did know what was happening all the time. She thrived on being in the center of anything juicy or scandalous…unless it involved me, of course.