He grabbed my hand and yanked me inside, my body slamming into his as he kissed my lips. He ran his hand down to my ass and gave it a little spank.
I yelped in surprise.
His eyebrows scrunched as he looked at me. I could practically read his mind– he was smartly asking if I liked that. He already knew the answer; I most certainly did.
“Ready to study?” I muttered against his lips. I put forth my best effort to sound dead serious.
“Only if you can motivate me,” he replied suggestively, pushing my hips forward against his. I suppressed a little moan, but couldn’t hold back my giggle. Landon ran his hand up my side toward my breasts, but I placed my hand over his to stop him, shaking my head.
“Alright then,” he told me, “How about a little game to get things going?”
“I didn’t come over here to play.”
“Oh,” he laughed, “I think that’s just a straight up lie.” He grinned when I scoffed at him, but didn’t retaliate. “Fine. We’ll call it an incentive tool then.”
“As your tutor,” I whispered as I pressed my breasts against his chest, “I approve.” Landon groaned and kissed me roughly, moving back to pin me against the wall. Almost instantly, the heat between us grew unbearable. I could feel it moving too fast and knew we were already losing track so I pushed him back, shaking my finger reprovingly.
Landon grinned and gave in, “Alright, alright. So how about for every question I get right you have to take off an article of clothing.” He looked at me and smirked. I had very few things to take off, even down to the flip-flops I had on.
“And what if you get something wrong?” I asked in a sultry tone, reaching out to tug on the belt loops of his jeans. I bit my lower lip, eyes lighting up as I tried to give him my cutest face ever.
“I’ll take something off then.”
I laughed and turned to walk to his desk, but suddenly went to his bed instead. I pulled my bag up next to me and told him to hand over his study guide so I could start with the questions. I smiled when I took the paper from his hands after he sat on the chair. I saw he had been using the markings I taught him during our tutoring session to keep track of how well he knew things. He was also highlighting and adding extra information for reference.
It was one of my proudest moments. Somehow I had broken the most stubborn man on the planet.
“See? I do listen,” he joked.
He was watching me carefully with a smile as I looked over his notes. I looked up from the paper and smiled back at him. It was a genuine moment, one that further blurred the lines between me being his tutor and being something much more. I had no clue what we were doing, but it didn’t keep me up at night. For now, I was perfectly fine enjoying the moments I shared with him. It was completely out of character for me, but so was everything involving Landon in my life.
I purposely picked a question he had marked as a difficult one. “This was an act of the Parliament of Great Britain. It accompanied the repeal of the Stamp Act in 1765 and the changing of the Sugar Act.”
He glared at me. “That’s not fair.”
I shrugged, “Any question on here is fair game as far as I’m concerned.”
Landon shook his head and took off his shirt, admitting he didn’t have a clue what the answer could be.
“The Declaratory Act.” I read off the answer with a smile as I stared at his sculpted arms and perfectly formed six-pack. I gulped; I wanted to run my fingertips over the deep lines etched in his skin, my tongue following behind until… I shook my head.
My imagination was already taking off. Landon must have seen it in my eyes because he was smirking far too smugly. I cleared my throat and found another question, one marked with the symbol for extra practice.
“These are legal documents that allowed soldiers to search homes for smuggled goods. What are these legal documents called?”
Landon glared at me again, but he thought on it for a moment. “Writs of Assistance!”
“That’s right!” I said as I stretched out my long leg and casually kicked off my flip flop with a smile.
“Oh, come on!”
I giggled and shrugged, making it a point to run my hand back up my leg before placing it on the paper I was holding. I found a third question, one that was marked as him knowing it.
“This was the group formed to organize protests to the Stamp Act?”
Landon stared me dead in the eye and responded incorrectly, “Liberty Squad.” His hands were already working on his jeans so he could undo and take them off.
“Well, now you’re just getting them wrong on purpose. Its Sons of Liberty.” I chastised him with arms crossed.
He snickered, “No way for you to prove it.” He started rubbing himself over the fabric of his boxers, not once breaking eye contact with me.
I cleared my throat and started to ask the next question, but was unable to keep my voice from shaking. I could already feel the nervous tingles bubbling over inside of me. The way Landon was staring me down as he rubbed himself over his boxers made it hard for me to keep composed. He answered wrong again and took off his boxers, showing me his rock hard shaft. It was already throbbing and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. I already knew how he tasted and felt inside of me. Now that was all I could think about.
Landon gripped himself and started rubbing it up and down, his gaze having moved down to my cleavage.
“Next question,” he told me gruffly. I was brought back to my senses and I asked another easy one, only this time he got it right. I took off my other flip flop.
“Next.”
I asked a harder one, but he still got it right. I reached down and took off my shorts to reveal my pink panties, now practically soaking. Landon smirked. “Next.”
I purposely picked an easy question. I was too turned on to keep up the charade of this being productive. He answered correctly. I paused, surprising him by taking off my panties.
“Guess it’s working,” I joked.
“Well, I’m plenty motivated,” he smirked. He started to pump his shaft a bit faster with his eyes fixed between my legs. I purposely sat with my legs just open enough for him to appreciate the view. I watched him continue to jerk as I started to touch myself.
“Fuck,” he muttered at the sight. That was all I needed to crawl forward and straddle him in the chair, kissing him desperately. I pushed down, both of us groaning from the friction caused by our bare skin. I pulled off my shirt and dropped it to the floor.
“Con - dom,” he managed to choke out.
“Oh,” I paused, but I was too turned on. I ground my hips down again. “Just fuck me,” I told him, reaching down to grab the base of his shaft and position his head at my opening. I dropped down and felt him fill me all the way. We both moaned loud, kissing to swallow each other’s sounds of desperate pleasure. I started to bounce up and down rapidly, gripping his shoulders so tightly my nails dug into his skin.
“You are,” he sighed against my neck between heavy breaths and groans, “A fantastic teacher.” He licked my neck and kissed me, grabbing onto my waist as he pushed his hips up to penetrate me deeper. I practically screamed into his mouth, my hand immediately moving down to rub my clit. It only took a couple minutes of rocking up and down on him before my entire body tensed up and shook. I bit down on his shoulder in a failed attempt to stay quiet as my orgasm ripped through my body.
“Fuck,” he warned, “I’m about to come.” He pulled me off and pushed me back onto the bed, quickly climbing over me just in time to orgasm over my heaving breasts. I loved the scrunched up look of pleasure on his face as he hovered above me.
After we both cleaned up, we sat half-naked on his bed enjoying the cool air filtering through his balcony doors.
“You know,” I said, “I’ve been learning too.” He turned to look at me curiously so I started to rattle off some of the football knowledge I had been studying. His face instantly lit up.
“You know what this means, right?”
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I shook my head. He gave me a swift peck on the lips and cradled my face between his hands, “I can't wait to see you in the stands at Homecoming tomorrow, cheering me on.”
“I need to go check on my mom,” Ivy said not long after she started to get dressed. She slowed down for a moment when she saw the disappointment in my eyes. She knew I wanted her to stick around, lying naked in my bed and possibly going for round two. But I knew she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t spend all night with me again.
I remembered how worried she was the last time and how the guilt had eaten away at her. Her mother was depending on her and even if her mom assured her it was okay to go out and live her life, Ivy couldn’t just make that change from one day to another. It probably made her feel selfish and irresponsible. As much as I wanted her to stay with me, I admired her strict dedication to her mom. Ivy was truly a loving and caring person. But still, it was worth a shot to try and get her to stay with me. I wanted nothing more than to have her by my side.
“Come on,” I said sweetly. “I really like having you around,” I admitted. Ivy looked at me, completely caught off guard. I didn’t expect her to actually stay. All I was doing was expressing my desire for her not to go. I was just being honest—with myself and with her. It was something I had never done with a girl after having sex with her. These so called ‘feelings’ were totally uncharted territory for me. It made me feel vulnerable, which was something I didn’t like.
“She’s all alone,” Ivy said worriedly.
“It’s great you take care of her,” I told her sitting up, “But there’s such a thing as looking out for her too much. She can still take care of herself and I’m sure she wouldn’t want your entire life to revolve around her. Besides, didn't we rush to check on her last time and she was perfectly fine?”
She took a deep breath before finally relenting. She knew I was right about all of it even if it was hard for her to come to terms with it. I was shocked that she actually decided to stay. Maybe I really did mean something special to her. Maybe she didn’t want to be away from me just as much as I didn’t want to be away from her. She climbed back in bed and curled up against my body, head resting on my chest. I didn’t bother to put my clothes back on and she didn’t either. I put my nose to her hair and drew in a deep breath as the two of us quickly fell asleep.
“So are you really ready for that test?” It was early morning and that was the first thing out of Ivy’s mouth when we first woke up.
I laughed, “That’s really what you’re thinking about now?” Ivy shrugged, paused, and then pressed her lips to my chest as she breathed in my scent. “I am,” I told her, “But I would have never been ready for it without you.”
“Oh come one, we barely studied today,” she objected.
“Maybe, but you’ve still helped me in general. The methods you taught me to study and the motivation you inspire make all the difference. You really are amazing.”
“I’m just a tutor passing on techniques I know,” she muttered.
“It’s not just the tutoring, you’re smart and strong. You’re independent. You do more than I can imagine anyone doing. And you handle it well. I can’t even,” I paused and Ivy looked up at me. “I just can’t even imagine how incredibly difficult your home situation is, but look at you. You’re so selfless and caring and dependable. I’ve never met anybody like you.”
“Oh,” Ivy muttered. I hoped that I wasn’t making her feel awkward with my shower of compliments. “I don’t think I’m all that selfless.” She said, eyes cast down.
“What? How can you even think that?”
“Well, I’m here right now, aren’t I?” She pulled away from me, clearly agitated. I looked at her trying to figure out what to say next. Ivy stood up and quickly got dressed, “I need to go.”
I jumped up off the bed. Disappointment was already starting to course through me. Like always, my first instinct was to turn to anger. I hated that about myself.
“Ivy!” She stopped dead in her tracks, but didn’t turn to face me. “I just want to be with you, dammit. You know, I’ve never wanted to actually be with a girl before but how can I be with you if you won't spend any time with me?”
That was the breaking point for her. She spun around in a flash, “Oh! So I’m supposed to just feel flattered that the superstar football player is interested in me? And because of that I’m just supposed to screw off on all my responsibilities?” She looked behind me and saw her bag on the floor. She walked over to snatch it up before turning to me and going on, “You’re so fucking selfish! You’re still the same, spoiled prince whose daddy has given him everything so he can’t possibly understand we don’t all live that kind of life!”
She was seething.
I nearly gasped at her with a red face. She had gone too far. “Ivy, look–”
She held her hand up and cut me off, “Has it ever even occurred to you to say thank you to your dad? Do you even know or care about quality time with him? I’m sure it’s all about what he can give you; seeing as how when things don’t go your way you just lose it. You think I’m too invested in taking care of my mother only because you are incapable of understanding what it is to be a good son. What makes you think you can be a decent boyfriend?” Ivy shook her head and stormed out.
I was red in the face with my hands and jaw clenched tight. My heart was racing a million miles an hour. I couldn’t believe what she had just said.
I went out on balcony and took deep breaths until I finally calmed down. I dropped down to sit in the chair and look at the sky. It was hard to admit it, but she had a point. Up until now I had taken everything for granted. In fact, I barely even liked to deal with my father.
“Shit,” I muttered as I stood up and walked back into the bedroom. I was going to call him for the first time.
He was surprised to hear from me. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I quickly answered. “How are you, dad?” There was a moment a silence. I knew he was trying to make sense of the sudden phone call and interest in what I had to say. Then he talked a little about his new hobby of photography.
“You did always love taking pictures of us. Are you thinking of starting a side business?”
He laughed, “I’m done with business, son, but I’d consider taking on some freelance photography just to keep myself busy.” I listened intently, noticing how happy he sounded as he went on about his new hobby. He told me little anecdotes in a tone of voice I was unfamiliar with. I realized there were dimensions to my father I had never noticed before. I always considered him as my dad responsible for taking care of me, but now I was realizing he had a full life beyond his children.
I was always too self-absorbed to notice it.
“You know, dad,” I started, “Maybe Coach Kingsley will be cool with you getting some shots of the Homecoming game tomorrow.”
He was thrilled and I ended the call on that note, feeling happy in an entirely new way, but guilty at the same time.
I hadn’t been a good person, practically my whole life. Ivy was the one who showed me that.
And now she had just left me in fuming anger. My selfishness had finally pushed her away.
I only hoped I hadn’t pushed her away for good.
I walked across campus in the same clothes I wore the day before. I was angry and regretted spending the night at Landon’s. I put my responsibility to my mother on hold, only to get in an argument the next morning. I was certain everyone could tell I was doing a walk of shame through campus and prayed to every god in the universe that I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew.
“Oh no…” I whispered underneath my breath the moment I saw Stella.
She quickly fell in step with me. “Oh-ho-ho,” she teased, “I see someone seems to have run out of clean clothes.”
I shot her a look. I could feel my face blush with heat. I didn’t want to talk about Landon, especially not after the heated argument that left me storming out of his house. I knew better than
to think Stella would miss the opportunity, though. In an effort to disguise my personal relationship with him, I soon started babbling happily about how he had improved his grades and how glad I was for it. I also went on to say how relieved I was that I wouldn’t have the Coach breathing down my back and hold me personally responsible for the prized athlete being benched.
Stella lit up with a cheeky grin, "And how would you grade him in the sack?"
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