The blouse would cling to her and show off the tits she always tries to hide. Her nipples would bud erect underneath her wet clothing.
I pumped a bit faster and stifled a louder groan.
I would yank the soaking wet shirt off her body to see drops of water roll off her cleavage, barely contained by a sexy and soaked bra just as she takes me into her mouth again.
I gripped myself with a bit more pressure and let out a long, low breath. I pictured her in the Tutoring Center.
She’s wearing another tight, high-neck blouse, but she’s sitting across from me. She’s clearly annoyed, but her hands are toying with the chestnut brown hair she keeps in a tight ponytail. She slips off the hair tie to let the large tress flow freely over her shoulders. She’s glaring at me before looking around and dropping her pencil, cheeks red as she ducks down to retrieve it. Instead of returning, I feel her hands on my knees under the desk.
My breath hitched in my throat as I pumped faster and harder.
I pretend to study and work on whatever problems she assigned me while she takes me into her mouth, hidden by the desk.
I sucked in a deep breath, pumping hard and fast until I shot my orgasm out toward the drain on the floor.
I stood in the shower, panting, for a couple minutes. I was surprised I was able to come so hard from my imagination alone. Even though I thought she was sexy as hell I wouldn’t have imagined jerking off to a blowjob fantasy about her in the showers, much less coming so quickly. I smirked as I finished washing up.
Now I really couldn't wait to go to tutoring.
I walked into the Tutoring Center to the sweet relief of air conditioning. I let out deep breath and dropped my bag at my desk before making a beeline to the restroom. I looked at my reflection to make sure there wasn’t any sweat stains on my light green blouse. I flattened the collar of the blouse and fussed with the topmost button, settling on leaving it unbuttoned the way it had been. After all, it didn’t leave anything more than a part of my neck revealed.
I walked back out to grab my schedule and sat at my desk to look it over. That was when I saw Landon’s name on my schedule again. He would be my last student of the day.
“Oh, shit.” I breathed out, suddenly feeling all hot and bothered. My cheeks and chest were burning. I felt increasingly uncomfortable about it. I must have looked like a bright red sore thumb. I quickly went into the break room to down a cup of water before refilling it and taking it back to my desk.
“Everything okay?” Stella asked as she arranged some papers at her desk.
“Huh?” I was caught off guard. I took a sip of water and nodded before dropping down to my seat and placing the cup on a coaster I had bought at the local thrift shop. Stella eyed the coaster and smirked. She always teased me about being the only one anal enough to actually bring in my own coasters to work.
I, however, was too busy trying to mask my discomfort by joking, “Just Landon Bryce scheduled again so I guess I can use that time to catch up on my schoolwork.”
“Catch up on schoolwork? What, did you fall behind your own intense schedule?” Stella laughed. She knew me all too well. My definition of falling behind was not being ahead by at least a couple days. It was a study habit I picked up when I was younger, but it intensified since my mother fell ill. Despite being busy working and being my mom’s only care taker, I found a way to keep to a rigorous study schedule.
I shrugged off Stella’s comment and took another sip of water before getting ready to work with my first student. I had two scheduled before Landon and I had to keep my mind clear for them. There was no way I would jeopardize my job for some crazy fantasy I had about a dumb jock. I shuddered, wanting to push the memory of my little fantasy session as far away from my mind as possible.
I took another sip of water before deciding I needed to slow down or else I would need to take an impromptu bathroom break during one of my sessions. Good thing I was disciplined and professional enough to get through my first two sessions easily. As much as I hated it, time flew by. I doubted he would come by, but I was dreading the hour nonetheless.
When 3:59pm hit I was stunned to see none other than Landon Bryce walk through the front doors. My heart skipped and stumbled. My nails dug into the palms of my hands. I could feel my cheeks start to burn again from annoyance and embarrassment. All I could think about was when I pleasured myself thinking of him. Judging by the way I felt, the headlines from my imagination might as well have been true.
I quickly finished my cup of water and immediately regretted it. Now I wouldn’t have anything to drink during our session and I figured that was when I would need it the most.
“Good afternoon,” I forced myself to say in the most pleasant tone I could muster. He dropped down in the seat across from me. He gave a nod and slouched down momentarily before sitting up straight. He placed his elbow on the desk and rested his head on the palm of his hand, tilting his head slightly and observing me with his startlingly green eyes.
I gulped. I needed to be as professional with him as I was with any other student. This guy was used to being treated differently and I didn’t want to be another person to placate him in the least bit. To me, he was just another student. Just an everyday normal student…
This was going to be difficult.
I pulled out his file and handed him a quick list of topics with examples I had drawn out for what should have been our first session.
“I compiled this based off the academic information that was submitted to me,” I paused and looked at him. I gripped the folder tighter in my hand when we made eye contact, but was determined not to let him know he was having any kind of effect on me. “It is completely confidential, of course. I’m sure you know.”
“And?” he asked indifferently.
I took a second to let his blasé comment slide off my shoulders. Now I remembered how much I had hated his attitude and figured I was right to think his personality ruined any sort of attractive quality the he might have had.
“I like to start by creating a plan with my students based off goals we’ll work toward. I see you need to keep a minimum 2.0 GPA as an athlete, but you’re having some trouble-”
“Look,” Landon cut me off. He leaned forward on the desk and stared straight into my eyes, looking bored. “I told you before I was just going to come until my grades got up, right? So make whatever plans and goals you want, all I care about is getting Coach off my back about being benched.” He leaned back in his chair and pulled out a stick of gum, shoving it into his mouth and chewing it obnoxiously.
I clenched my eyes shut and drew in a breath. Thinking he would be a big challenge was obviously an understatement. He didn’t even care about learning or getting better, all he cared about was getting signed off so he could keep playing. Even though my mother warned me not to be quick to dismiss people like him, I couldn’t help but think he really was nothing more than a dumb jock too drunk on fame and arrogance to care about anything real. It was beyond annoying to me that I was the one that had to work with him.
“Fine,” I told him curtly, “If you don’t want input on your plan, it’ll be entirely up to me.”
“I did give my input.” He was now talking to me as if I were some stupid kid who wasn’t getting a simple concept. “My input is this,” he said slowly, “I want you to do whatever you need to do so I can meet the minimum GPA.”
“With minimal effort, of course,” I muttered under my breath. I stopped and looked up at him, surprised by my own forwardness. From the look in his eyes I knew he had heard me, but it didn’t seem like he cared much. All he did was shrug and continue chewing his gum.
I reached across the desk to grab the paper I handed him earlier, feeling uncomfortable when I saw his eyes wander down to my breasts. I cleared my throat and sat back, holding the paper in front of my chest as I looked over it. His lowest grade was in his English Composition class, but I noticed he had a rewrite of his first term paper due that could boost his grade co
nsiderably. I pulled out a copy of the paper he had submitted. It was a draft of mish-mashed information that amounted to nothing. It was no wonder he’d gotten a failing grade. After looking over the prompt I handed him a worksheet on breaking down questions and providing answers with evidence.
“I’ve never had this assigned in my class.” He pushed the paper back toward me, but didn’t let it go, instead meeting my gaze and slightly arching his eyebrow. “Seems you’re trying to work me a bit extra.”
I pushed past the very obvious and gross sexual undertone, “You need practice picking out proper quotes and facts to support your claim in the paper.”
I expected a blank-dump-jock-stare, but instead he glanced down at the paper with a quick look at my breasts. He answered the first two vocally, picking the perfect quotes for each. I was shocked. Was he not as dumb as he let on? I took the paper from him to put it away so we could take a look at his draft even if there wasn’t much to salvage from it.
“Take a look,” I urged him.
“Someone likes to be in control,” he breathed as he reached out for the stapled papers. I noticed his large hands and tried to steady my breath as I briefly thought back to my little fantasy. I wondered what they would feel like on me. He flipped through the pages, barely skimming each one, and then looked up at me.
I could feel my cheeks starting to grow warm. I hated it. His comments, noticing his hands, and now the way his green eyes were so intensely staring into me were all stirring up feelings that made for an uncomfortable situation. Our session went on with him constantly saying something implicitly sexual no matter how much I tried to get him to focus on schoolwork.
Eventually, I found myself playing into his little game by unwittingly feeding him lines to work with. "The best way to start is to break it down into sections. Don't worry, it's not really that hard."
He chuckled and tapped the desk with his index finger. "Well something else is hard.” He stopped tapping his finger and slowly rubbed his lips together, taking a quick glance at my breasts again.
My breath hitched in my throat and I found myself wishing I wore a blouse without buttons, perhaps one that didn’t fit so tight. “Many students think studying will eat up a lot of unnecessary time, but it’s not really that long and it ends up being a good thing anyway,” I kept going, trying my best to ignore him and avoid eye contact.
“Ooh-ho,” he said with a chuckle, “It definitely is a good thing it’s long.”
“That’s not…” I felt my cheeks burning red and I excused myself to get a cup of water. I threw it back with one long gulp and instantly got more, trying to calm down in the break room before going back out there with him. Working with him was nothing but a warzone of dick jokes and sexual innuendoes.
How he managed to get me so irritated and strangely turned-on at the same time, and in such a short amount of time, was beyond me. Either way, it was something I needed to keep under control. Even if I couldn’t stop him from making his childish comments I could keep myself under control.
When I sat back down we only had ten minutes to go, during which I tried to get as much done as possible. By the end of the session we managed to break his term paper down into chunks so he wouldn't end up rushing to finish it at the last minute. After our first real tutoring session I realized he was a lot smarter than his grades or behavior would suggest.
As soon as he walked out the door I opened my blouse a little bit.
It was going to take a few minutes for me to cool down.
The following day I did something at school for the very first time—I set foot in the library. I had even skipped that part of the school tour thinking there were better areas to explore than an old building with even older books inside of it. I was quickly confused at navigating the many book stacks and wings of the library so I went to the main desk to ask for help, embarrassing as it was. I was embarrassed enough not to relish in the way the young lady’s eyes failed to mask her star struck look at helping me out. Normally I’d think I was the highlight of her week, but I was too busy to care. I needed to get to where I had to go as quickly as possible. She showed me a laminated map, explained the system as efficiently as possible, and told me where I could find the books I needed.
I thanked her and headed down to the book stacks below ground level. The book I needed was further back. I noticed it was much quieter down there than where I had just been. When I turned into the aisle to search for my books I nearly stopped in my tracks.
There was Ivy sitting down at the end of the row, on the floor surrounded by a pile of textbooks and binders. I smiled but quickly hid it, not wanting to chance her seeing something genuine from me. She didn’t notice me so I had a chance to take a look at her. She was dressed casually. It was a little surprising because I just assumed she always dressed like a nerdy professional everywhere she went. But there she was, wearing a little spaghetti strap tank that was barely able to contain her large breasts.
My eyes were glued to her cleavage for a moment before I noticed her hair was piled in a haphazard knot at the top of her head. It wasn’t quite like I had envisioned her in my fantasy, but damn she looked good.
I briefly fantasized about sinking my fingers into that tangled mess of a knot to guide her head as she sucked me off. I let out a short, low groan at the thought and gave myself away instantly. She jumped straight up when she saw me standing there looking at her. She straightened up and awkwardly tugged her shirt up in an attempt to cover her breasts up better, but there wasn’t enough clothing there to do the trick. Just the way I liked it.
I didn’t care to avert my eyes until I saw her shift uncomfortably. I looked at her pink cheeks and then into her eyes. She was quite cute when caught off guard. I smiled, not because I was glad to see her, but because I was right in thinking she had great tits.
She was still sitting, although now very upright and clutching a book open over her chest. I walked over to her with my typical smirk and stood above her. I said a few curse words inside my head. If she hadn’t covered herself up with the book it would have been a great view. Even so, her long legs were outstretched and looked shapely in her tight jeans. That was something else I could appreciate about her.
One thing was for sure– Ivy was hot and I could only imagine how much hotter she would look naked or without her uptight personality. Then again, her uptight nerdiness was what made her so irresistible.
That thought caused me to shift and hold the sheet of paper in my hands over my crotch. I didn’t want to risk letting her see anything.
I took a step forward to lean over her and see what she was doing. She bit her lower lip and cast her gaze downward at one of the books in the pile in front of her. It was obvious she was working on some sort of research. I noticed she had an outline very similar to the one she suggested during our tutoring session.
“So you make use of your own tips,” I muttered, finally breaking the tense silence between us.
She gave a start again, looking up at me and clutching the book tighter to her chest. “Um,” she responded.
I smiled in amusement, nodding toward her notebook. “Looks familiar,” I clarified.
“Oh!” she said with a small giggle, which she quickly stifled behind the palm of her hand. It caused the book over her chest to slip down, tugging slightly at the neckline of the tank top and revealing a bit more cleavage. There was no way I could hide my appreciation of the slip. Ivy’s cheeks turned bright red as she quickly clutched the book with both hands again. Her eyes darted about everywhere except toward me.
I suppressed the urge to burst into laughter. I had never been around someone so awkward. At the very least, it was the first time I thought someone like her could be so sexy and cute.
“So this place is like your second home?” I teased, looking at the fort of books surrounding her. It was obvious she set up camp in the secluded corner a while ago and had no intentions of leaving any time soon.
“No.” She looked up at me with
my single sheet of paper, “Do you ever take anything seriously?” It was an obvious jab at me as a student. The difference between the two of us was as clear as the mountain of books Ivy had harvested versus my sad sheet of paper and inability to find my way around the library.
I crouched down and stared straight into her eyes. “Oh, you have no idea what I can take seriously,” I practically whispered. I was going to turn my seductive charm all the way up.
I watched her as she shifted a little bit on the floor, awkwardly looking at me and then back at her mountain of books.
“Okay,” she said.
I leaned down a bit, “I take our little tutoring sessions seriously.” I spoke in my typical suggestive tone of voice.
She arched her eyebrow, “Is that so?” She made her disbelief quite evident.
I nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact for even a second. My lips gradually curled in to a smile, “Only because you’re so cute.”
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