Eric was excited. Today was Saturday, and in his mind it was the best day of the week. For other 18 year olds just finishing high school, Saturday would be a day of hanging out and partying, but for Eric, he would be at home, sitting in the kitchen, doing schoolwork.
The reason for this was every Saturday Eric was tutored by a beautiful woman who insisted very early on that he call her Raven, since it was what everyone called her.
And so Eric sat, nervous and excited and worried all at the same time. Late last night there was a big blizzard, so bad that it forced his parents to delay their flight back home from Quebec until Monday. So, Eric was nervous because he was going to ask Raven to spend the night so that they could have two days of tutoring (for which he'd of course pay extra), excited that the woman was coming anyways, but worried that she might not make it through the streets.
Eric had flirted with Raven right from day one, which earned him some very stern and serious looks and verbal backlashes, but she -did- smile and blush when they first met and he told her she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Eric didn't flirt as much as he did initially, but every once in awhile he'd compliment her looks or her laugh or her personality.
Running his hands through his thick, black hair, Eric again made sure that he thoroughly combed through the entirety of his shoulder length hair. It was something he was quite proud of, even though some of the guys at school kidded him for it.
The girls, most of them anyway, loved it. He had the face to pull it off, very fair and soft skin with slightly feminine features, but he worked damn hard in the miniature gym his family had down in the basement. If anyone accused him of not being a man, they were clearly blind. He was tall, almost 5'10'', and weighed 150 pounds with a well sculpted body. Eric was no greek god in a statue, but he had learned long ago that girls like abs, broad chest and shoulders, and strong arms.
Eric even wore a pair of his fancier clothes, still nothing more then street or school clothes, but they were more expensive and looked very nice on him. Especially his black t-shirt, although it was getting a little small. Of course, that's why he chose to wear it, to further flaunt his body in front of Raven.
"Where is she?" Eric finally said aloud, checking his watch and seeing it was nearly lunch time.
The reason for this was every Saturday Eric was tutored by a beautiful woman who insisted very early on that he call her Raven, since it was what everyone called her.
And so Eric sat, nervous and excited and worried all at the same time. Late last night there was a big blizzard, so bad that it forced his parents to delay their flight back home from Quebec until Monday. So, Eric was nervous because he was going to ask Raven to spend the night so that they could have two days of tutoring (for which he'd of course pay extra), excited that the woman was coming anyways, but worried that she might not make it through the streets.
Eric had flirted with Raven right from day one, which earned him some very stern and serious looks and verbal backlashes, but she -did- smile and blush when they first met and he told her she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Eric didn't flirt as much as he did initially, but every once in awhile he'd compliment her looks or her laugh or her personality.
Running his hands through his thick, black hair, Eric again made sure that he thoroughly combed through the entirety of his shoulder length hair. It was something he was quite proud of, even though some of the guys at school kidded him for it.
The girls, most of them anyway, loved it. He had the face to pull it off, very fair and soft skin with slightly feminine features, but he worked damn hard in the miniature gym his family had down in the basement. If anyone accused him of not being a man, they were clearly blind. He was tall, almost 5'10'', and weighed 150 pounds with a well sculpted body. Eric was no greek god in a statue, but he had learned long ago that girls like abs, broad chest and shoulders, and strong arms.
Eric even wore a pair of his fancier clothes, still nothing more then street or school clothes, but they were more expensive and looked very nice on him. Especially his black t-shirt, although it was getting a little small. Of course, that's why he chose to wear it, to further flaunt his body in front of Raven.
"Where is she?" Eric finally said aloud, checking his watch and seeing it was nearly lunch time.
