Another chance for success

[ToolmanTim]

"The problem isn't that he's dumb, far from it," the older woman told you as you both stood by the notice peg board at the local supermarket. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans with a large purse slung over her shoulder, her two five year old twins were playing nearby and was pushing a full shopping cart.

She'd stopped and inquired when she saw the paper you were pinning to the cork peg board advertising yourself as a local college student who was looking to tutor in the neighborhood.

"See, at the start of his junior year Tommy was valedictorian of his class and never missed a play try out." The woman shook her head. "And then he hit his growth spurt last Christmas. He's probably the biggest kid in school now, he joined the wrestling team and won the state championship last year. This summer he went out for football and he plays the centerfielder position. He's got college scouts talking to him everyweekend and I'm so glad we won't have to pay for his college, but there's a problem."

The woman looked over at the twins and told them to come play closer to mommy. Then she returned her attention to you.

"Tommy doesn't care about his classes anymore. He's not doing homework and skipping classes. He says he's not doing drugs, and he admits to drinking in the off season, which isn't that bad, I had a few drinks at parties when I was his age, but don't tell him that." The woman shared a conspiratorial wink. "He thinks he's going to be in the NBA and play football for a living, and he probably is, but if he gets injured or, heaven forbid, in a car accident, well then he won't be able to play and without an education... I don't want my son to have that life."

"Mr. Svenson is in Iraq right now, otherwise he'd handle this with the switch. Tommy isn't quite as big as his daddy yet. But I've tried talking sense into Tommy, but he's young and popular for the first time and doesn't want to listen. So I was thinking that, well, I was hoping you could help." You start to reply but Mrs. Svenson cuts you off.

"It's just that you're a very good looking young woman and he's, well, virile. You wouldn't have to do much, just wear something, uhm, well, lowcut." Mrs. Svenson blushed.

"I'll pay you double your going rate. It won't take more then a session or two. He's a proud boy, like his father, and once he remembers how much he loves being the smartest person in the room I'm sure he'll take to scholastics again without needing a, ahem, marketing plan from his mother. We can start tonight if you want I'll get the other kids out of the house."

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Tommy stood at the door, six foot seven inches of scandinavian muscle. He had curly brown hair that came down to his neck and bright blue eyes. He was dressed in a t-shirt that was a little tight so it could showcase his sculpted chest, and jeans that were loose on him. He didn't want to restrict bloodflow to anything vital.

"Come on Mom, I was going to go over Steve's house. I've already put the trash out and I'll do the dishes when I get back tonight."

Mrs. Svenson called down from upstairs. "No, I told you I hired a tutor for you. They'll be here shortly."

"Mom I don't need a tutor," the 18 year old giant replied.

"You bring home a report card with all C's and one A in Gym and you expect me to believe you don't need a tutor."

Tommy moved to the bottom of the stairwell. "That wasn't a report card it was a progress report. I'll turn that around in no time, don't worry."

Mrs. Svenson appeared at the top of the stairs with the twins in tow. "You'll never turn those grades around by going out with your jock friends."

Tommy moved out of the way as she started down the stairs. "Mom, its friday night, I can study Saturday and Sunday."

Mrs. Svenson tapped her son's chest with her forefinger. "You can study Friday night too. Or do you want me to tell your father about this in my next email?"

Tommy sighed, his whole body seemed to deflate. He shook his head. "No mom," he replied drearily.

"Now, the twins are staying over a friend's house, Johnny is out with your cousins and will be sleeping there tonight. I'm taking Samantha and Rick to dinner and then to see that new Transformers movie. We probably won't be back until 1 am. Take advantage of this situation and get some studying done. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes Mom," Tommy grumbled.

"Good." The doorbell rang. "Get that, its probably your tutor." Mom headed into the kitchen with the twins.

"Yes Mom," Tommy said loudly and grumbled, "probably some bucktoothed science geek from the university who's idea of Friday night is watching Monty Python and playing World of Warcraft." Ironically, two years ago that was Tommy's idea of a good Friday night.

He opened the door and his jaw dropped. He was looking at a beautiful girl.

"Uh, Hi," Tommy finally managed.

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OOC: Closed for Prissy Kytten.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara Sinclair
Age 20
height 5'8
36-25-36
Long curly dark brown hair, honey colored eyes.

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Amara had thought long and hard about the offer, being a student and paying your own way through school was tough and she could use the money so when push came to shove she decided to take the lady up on her offer.

It was this that had landed her on the door step of the nice suburbain home on a Friday night after class. Looking around she quickly took out her compact to double check that everything was as it should be.

Rubbing her hands down her black skirt and tugging her red tank top down to touch her belt line she figered this was as good as it got. Stepping out of her black 2000 Mustang pulling her bag with her she walked towards the house. Her heels click click clicking as she walked up the drive. Double checking the house number she reached out her hand and rang the door bell, waiting for and answer.

Then the door opened standing there was a tall and yes very hot athletic boy about 18yrs old um virile his mother had called him. Well she had been right, however Amara was here to tutor not take advantage of his um "virility".

Sticking her hand out she said "nice to meet you I'm Amara"

 

[ToolmanTim]

Tommy took her hand reflexively, shaking it gently. From his current vantage point, being a foot taller then Amara, he could pretty much see right down her red tank top. He felt an erection starting and the only thing he could think was, "There is no way this girl plays world of warcraft."

"I'm Tommy," he finally said after shaking her hand, "uh, come on in." He bowed slightly from the waist and motioned Amara into the house with his right hand. "You must be the tutor?"

 

[prissy_kytten]

"I'm Tommy," he finally said after shaking her hand, "uh, come on in." He bowed slightly from the waist and motioned Amara into the house with his right hand. "You must be the tutor?"

"yeah I am and thanks," I follow him into the house and quickly look around, noting that it was a fair size house and it looked like a home, not just a place to live.

"So um where would you like to study, I usually study in kitchens but if you would be more comfortable somewhere else that would be cool to."

I casually look him up and down, he was hot but, nothing I couldn't handle. I smiled and waited for his response.

 

[ToolmanTim]

As Amara sugested the kitchen a child's squak came out of that room. Mrs. Svenson appeared in the hallway, a smile on her face.

"I see you two have met. We'll be out of your hair in just a moment Amara dear. I'll leave you alone so you can do whatever you need to do to get that lump behind you to study."

Tommy rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm not a lump Mom, and I can study fine on my own."

Mrs. Svenson had already ducked her head back into the kitchen. Starting with the twins and moving up her other five children exited the kitchen and walked out the front door. "Oh really? I'll just leave your report card on the table then so Amara knows what she's dealing with, ya over sized lump." Tommy sighed and stared at the ceiling, feeling the blush from his humiliation fill his cheeks. Mrs. Svenson caught Amara's eyes and gestured primping infront of a mirror. "Whatever it takes Amara." She winked at the tutor and turned around, following her children out of the house and shutting the door.

 

[prissy_kytten]

I watch as she exits, with her children in toe leaving me and Tommy alone in the house, just us and the books.

I glace at the end table seeing his report card sitting there but intead of walking over to it I walk towards the kitchen.

"You know what a report card says isn't everything, even smart people get ba grades sometimes, it just means they stop applying themselves to their studies."

In the door way to the kitchen I stop and wait to see if he is behind me. I smile at him wanting him to be comfort able with me.

"Is that what happened? Did you just stop applying yourself to your studies?"

With him behind me I walk into the kitchen noticing that there was an island in the middle I decided to drop my backpack there, pulling out a stool i sat down and waited for him to join me.

 

[ToolmanTim]

Tommy's eyes were focused on the report card sitting on the table. He knew that he hadn't really earned the "C"s that had flowed evenly across his classes. If they'd been objective he should have straight "F"s. He'd been skipping classes, and hadn't done a lick of homework since his first game. Despite what you see in after school specials, it takes an exceptional athlete to get that kind of cooperation from teachers, and Tommy was one of those athletes. He was already closing on the league's sack record and the season wasn't half over yet. People had wanted to do nice things for him and he let them.

He was a little ashamed though, when he thought about his grades. He looked up from his grades to catch Amara's skirt flaring up giving a hint of upper thigh as she twirled around to face him. This girl was pretty, like the cheerleaders. It was incongruous that she was a tutor. She smiled at him and he smiled back, shyly.

He blinked at her question, had he stopped applying himself. Tommy felt about 3 feet tall, like he was back in kindergarten. He shuffled his feet and looked at the floor, which looked rather ridiculous on his six and a half foot frame. Whoever heard of a bashful giant?

"I don't know," he finally answered, quietly, "maybe."

He followed Amara into the kitchen, standing across from her his great height gave him the advantage of being able to see down her tank top again. He felt his penis harden, not realizing that when his cock throbbed it was very obvious in his fairly tight pants, and uttuerly unaware that his crotch was directly in Amara's eyeline.

He sat, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands.

"I guess we should get this over with."

 

[prissy_kytten]

He looked so said and depressed at the thought of studying, according to his mother he had once enjoyed books and work, apparently his foot ball had gotten in the way of the habits he had in earlier years.

Reaching into her back pack she pulled out some note books, a pen and some other stuff, not quite sure where to stop, according to his mother he was behind in all subjects.

Tapping her pen on her lip she wondered what to do first, where to start, how to get his interest, should she take his mothers suggestion and tempt him into studying?? he was not bad looking and he showed potential but was that really the path to take??

"So Tommy what subject should we start with, did you have a favorite before you started palying?"