Teaching and Aiding (closed)

[shizzz]

Lance grumbled as his professor handed out the midterms

Biology was killing him, he thought to himself as the 5'10 dark haired freshmen looked at the 48% super F he had just gotten. This was bad. Biology was killing him and he couldn't afford to fail. His parents might cut him off of his dictetionary funds.

Suddenly his head snapped up, so caught up in his self loathing that he almost missed

"My new aid will be available for tutoring if you need" she said. And Lance didn't realize there had been an aid

"There is a sign up sheet up front. Leave
Your contact info and she will
Reach out to you"

Lance bounced out of his seat, his lithe muscular frame darting through the crowd headed out and write done his info

This might just be his saving grace , he thought to himself as he gathered his things and left, ready to cut loose on the weekend. He had a Kegger to prep for in his frat. Rushing was the best! And probably the reason for his failing. (That last thought barely registered at all )

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Stepping over yet another passed out frat boy Rebecca really regretted wearing a skirt. It was a tight pencil skirt that went below the knees so it was completely respectable but that wouldn't matter if one of the frat boys looked up from the floor.

She hobbled in her kitten heels past the garbage and late house guest. Up the stairs and to the left. Her professor had assigned his 5 worst students to her. The first 4 were from the sorority from across the street. All four of those girls had gone on and on about this party the day before how it was going to be a blast.

She needed every student to at least pass the class. If they did then all she had to do was hand in her thesis paper and be done with this crappy school. She had always been a cast out. Tutoring the popular kids should make her feel supior but it didn't .

Even as she stood knocking on Lances door she still felt a twinge of envy. She pushed her glasses further up her nose, huffed and knocked harder on the door. She never got invited to parties. 4 years at this school and it was the first time at this frat house.

She wasn't unattractive. She had shoulder length blonde hair, light blue eyes and an hour glass figure. The problem was she didn't do makeup, her clothes were over sized and covered everything. Her glasses took up half her face and when she was deep in thought her ex said she had "resting bitch face."

She knew she could get more if she tried but school and work were far more important to her. She had a few friends but they were the sit at home and play video games type. None of them were the partying kind and she'd never really gotten the chance. They had agreed to 10am so he could sleep in. Apparently he didn't give a shit about her time.

"Last chance asshole." She muttered under her breath and pounded on his door.

 

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Lance groaned, his eyes partially opening, blinking away the night, only to be assaulted by the sound of someone pounding on his door

He slipped free from his sheets, his head throbbing he stumbled to his door, not bothering to dress or cover up, he opened it wearing only his boxers. His tall well defined torso on display, and the well toned muscles of his abdomen.

"Damn!" He said roughly, but his eyes met a mousy little blond, and then his plans slowly came back to him

"I mean hi!" He said with a fake grin

"Come on in your my tutor right? ", he asked a she opened the door to the mess of a room

"I'm lance. What was your name again?" He asked half stumbling over empty beer cans

"I think I got my stuff over here"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Had she walked in to a dorm room and seen him, Lances awesome physique may have been more enticing. She had seen half a dozen equally as attractive men half naked, drunk, and passed out in the room down stairs. She was actually disturbed wondering why they all had so little clothes on.

She walked forward pinch lipped eyeing the room. It was a total cluster. "No wonder you're failing. There isn't even a place for you to study." She sighed realizing he'd asked her name. They had just been talking yesterday.

"My name is Rebecca, Lance." She said curtly waving her hand around. "Where do we sit? Part of being able to study means having a place with no distractions." She tapped her foot rolling her eyes at the poster with two naked woman making out.

He was lucky enough to have his own room as a freshmen and he couldn't even keep it clean. She'd have killed for her own room back then. She had spent hundreds of hours in the library. She'd touched way more books than beers.

She wrapped her arms around her biology book feeling the knot in her stomach growing. If she didn't get him to pass she couldn't pass. She glared at him over the top of her chunky glasses. The girls had been easy enough to convince to study. She felt confident in them. Lance was a flashing warning sign she'd love to avoid.

She knew part of her disgust was her envy of his party life. His ability to be carefree. She was a scholarship kid and didn't have that luxury. She pinched the bridge of her nose waiting for a place to sit. Gears worked in her head of how she could get this half naked man to pass bio class.

 

[shizzz]

He grumbled a non response about the state of his room

"I just work on my bed" he told her as he turned to face her, really seeing here the first time. Glasses, mousey, hugging her books with a blouse that didn't fit and a skirt that came close

"My computer is over there" he said as he gestured to a desk that was covered with, well really a wide variety of things.

"I know I'm failing Rebecca, but that's why your here" he said as he turned back glancing around until he saw his pants from last night and he tugged those on

"Your gonna help me so I don't have to worry about my parents sweating me" he told her, as he buttoned up his pants then fell back on his bed

"So tutor, biology away" he said with a grin that only an over privileged frat boy can pull off

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Rebecca's appearance was misleading. Her curt and quiet demeanor often came off as shy. She wasn't shy at all. She had her fun in her own ways. Never would one of her ex call her submissive. She never lost a fight even if she was wrong. That was probably the biggest reason she had so many ex's . This fight however, seemed lost from the start.

"What a waste of space." She said quietly staring at his desk but fully intending it to sound like she meant him. She took her arm and pushed everything off the desk onto the floor.

Nothing seemed to break but she'd made an even worse mess and she doubted he wanted most of that on the floor. She rested the biology book on the center of the desk and turned to him with her eyebrow raised.

She locked eyes with him daring him to get pissed off. "I'm not here to do your work Lance. It doesn't matter to me if you fail." Total lie but he didn't need to know that. "If you care about your grade you'll get your notes, sit up, and pay attention."

She stayed rigid half expecting him to tell her to fuck off half hoping hed listened. She was insanely dominate in personal and private life. She wasn't great with finesse but no one ever complained if they went along.

 

[shizzz]

"Jesus!" Lady, he cried out as his, ok well it was mostly trash, joined the other trash on the floor.

He sat up, running his hands through his hair

"Fine! Ok" he said as he let his eyes roam around. He finally spotted his backpack under some clothes. He slowly produced a notebook and turned to a page the was blank. It was also the first page of the notebook

"Alright. Here are my notes" he said as he reluctantly settled back into the bed, eyeing her where she sat at his desk

"I'm not sure where my book is though. Can't you just tell me about it? Your supposed to know all of this already aren't you?"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

'Fine! Ok'

She barely suppressed a smirk. That's it, dance monkey. He was teachable he just needed discipline. She dated guy like that once.

She stopped congratulating herself when she saw he had a blank notebook. Literally a quarter of his grade was notes. Her mouth open she couldn't speak for a mintue.

"No notes means no matter how hard you work you'll never made it past a b. Add that to your last two failed test unless you hope on the ball there's no way you can pass."

She glared at him. He was everything she hated. Lazy, cocky and he got to love life. The only time she got to live things up was in the bedroom. 3 months single and 4 months from graduation her nerves were shot.

She could feel herself ready to snap. She took a deep breath throigh her nose and calmed herself. "Lance." She cooed and gave him a smile. Different tactic time. "Maybe you should consider dropping out. I know how hard being popular is on you. Maybe if you had less classes you could focus else where."

She kept a sweet, fake smile on and batted her eyelashes. If he dropped out she wouldn't fail because of him. If she had her way she'd make him a straight A student begging her for more. There wasn't enough time and she didn't know how easy he would be to break. She was going to try the easy route first.

 

[shizzz]

He could see her head spinning when she saw his notebook. The deep breath she took was impressive, and it led his mind down other paths, as he wondered how much of the fluff in her loose shirt was just baggy air and how much was soft titty?

"What?! Ha!" He said with a smile

"I'm gonna pas so I can keep loving the sweet life. I don't need a B I just need a D-" he said with a grin

"And there is no way in hell I would drop out. Even if I am gonna fail I am gonna ride this sweet baby all the way to the end. If I drop out my folks will be pissed. Id rather go out with a bang then get my head chopped off before the end of the semester. All the parties and the honeys " he said with a grin, absolutely clueless to how much of an asshole he sounded

Hell he was so self absorbed he didn't notice the switch in her tone

"If it's such a big deal to you I guess you got your hands full!"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Before she could answer someone turned on music. It was muffled but it still shook his room. She closed her eyes and groanrd. Opening them she glared. Last tactic.

She slid to her feet picking up her books. "I'll just let your professor know you have no intentions of working with me." She shrugged and headed towards the door. "I'm sure I could convince him to give your slot to someone else. His class is booked I'm sure someone could use the space."

She had an idea of how she was going to make this work. First she needed him to want it more than her. She was fine with non traditional if the goal got reached. She was willing to lengths he couldn't imagine.

 

[shizzz]

Hie head began to throb as music began to beat through the house

"Really?" He asked himself in a voice to quiet to be heard by Rebecca

"Wait what?!" He said as she suddenly popped up, eyeing the door. The sudden change in her position had him wondering about what was under that blouse again. But suddenly her words registered.

"No no, wait. I mean come on give me a chance" he said, feeling the tides of the encounter shift

"Why don't we go somewhere that you think would be good for is to focus" he said, reaching over to grab a shirt

"You gotta at least give me one session before you toss me" the prospect of trying to line up another tutor was too daunting. And despite his bravado of one last farewell, he really wanted to do another 5 or 6 years of this whole college thing

"Come on. We go wherever you think is best. I'll bring my notes" he said with his most winning smile

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Hook, line and..... "My place." She said keeping her smile in check. "It's off campus." She opened the door and winced when she was hit by the music
Anyone with a hangover was going to kill that guy.

She walked out not seeing if he was in tow. If he didn't follow quick then he'd have to find his own ride there. She had a two bedroom apartment. One room was for sleeping and yhe other was her office. Well, it looked like an office. Instead of paper clips and binders the drawers were filled with toys and tie ups.

Even if the tactic was a total bust she was going to have some fun. She had been feeling high strung lately maybe it was time for her to enjoy some party time. She got in her car actually smiling. She waited til Lance got in. All Lance needed was the ability to concentrate. She could help him with that.

 

[shizzz]

"Uhh ok" he half muttered before she had left his room. He stumbled around tossing in some shoes before trailing after her

On his way out he had to chuckle at the aftermath from the night before. Of course all that could continue for years if he could keep his shit together.

It was while trailing after her that he realized she had a very nice curve to her hips, and the backside had a certain bounce to it that made him once again curious about what was under the stern teacher facade

He hopped in her car, any real small talk was related to the class.he tried to fill her in on his knowledge as of that moment, which once again, made for very little small talk.

Soon he was following her into her apartment

"Nice place" he said as the door closed behind him

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"Thanks." She said tossing her keys to the kitchen counter and resting her purse next to it. She had kept their conversation simple not looking to get to know Lance he just didn't seem like someone that could handle silence for long.

She had him follow her to her office. It was a simple set up. A decent sized writing desk was dead center. She'd laid naked on it more times than she could count. It was completely plain but had a comfortable rolling chair that went well with it. She motioned for him to sit.

The rest of the room was sparse save for a small black leather love seat, a barstool and a coffee table. Most of her toys were in the small linen closet the room had. She didn't have up pictures or decorations.

She sat out her book to chapter three. Hus test was on 3-7 she had gone there hopping to access his notes and just tell him what to study. Clearly that wouldn't be enough. She slid open the thin drawer in the center of the desk. Inside it was pens, pencils and nipple clamps. She didn't react simply grabbed a pen and slid it shut.

He might not know what nipple clamps were but the other drawers had toys he was bound to know. Two on the left of him and two on the right she figured she could get what she wanted from him with out them but they were there if she needed them. She moved her stool next to him. It was about the height of the desk.

She pulled her skirt up slightly before sitting so the material was above her knees. She sat next to him her knees spread open just a bit. He couldn't see anything but she knew it would start his gears going.

She took off her glasses and again slid open the middle drawer to flash the clamps. She rested her glasses inside. She only needed them for distance. Sliding it shut she tapped on the book "write the sentences in bold and leave 5 space underneath each one. Your professor always asks certain questions on his test I'm going to show you how to spot things you'll need."

She sat up straight and motioned him to begin wondering how long he could stand silence and one task. "If you need a drink let me know. It gets hot in this room some times."

She blatantly began undoing her blouse. Three buttons down it was obvious she had a tank top on. She stoped there leavng three buttons done. It seemed like a subtle way of keeping cool. The notable thing was her breast were huge. Her cleavage was barely contained in he bra and tight tank. She wore it, and the loose tops, to cover how big her breast were. She only brought the ladies out when she was desperate.

 

[shizzz]

He followed her up to her place, a little caught off guard by how clean and stark it was. It was the complete opposite of everything he knew about college life

She had him sitting down and before h knew it the book was opened up and he had a pencil in hand

What had that been on her drawer, he wondered as he looked at the bold print he was supposed to copy. He felt a little strange with her sitting on the stool next to him, but as he turned to ask a question his eyes got caught on her thighs.

She had said he could get a drink if it was hot. Then he shifted his gaze up, and swallowed hard as she got a little more comfortable, a massive line of cleavage becoming very very apparen. Holy shit it seemed that he had been very very wrong. She didn't just have some good curves. They were great!!

"A drink" he said clarifying, finally jerking his eyes up to hers, his pencil idle in his hand

"I am fine right now. But what's this?"

He asked as he pointed to a sentence. It was one of his favorite moves. They lean close to read, you get a great view down their shirt.

"I'm not sure what it means"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Rebecca smirked. When she was younger her mother always said woman mature faster then men. She was easily five years older then him. Add maturity rate then he probably had 10 years of this flirtation to catch up on.

She slid open the middle drawer again. She left it open this time as she put on her glasses. She rested one Hand on the back of his chair the other on his desk. She opened her legs just a bit more before bending her arm to read the book. She could feel her tank and bra pulled down dangerously close to exposing her nipples.

She started to read. It was pretty self explanatory. She kept reading though wanting to give him a chance to enjoy the sight. She just had to make him horny enough to make a move. She took a deep breath her chest swelling and she continued to read the rest of the page.

 

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He held his breath as she shifted to get a look at the book

Two full, fuller then full, breasts heaved at the neckline of the tank top she wore under her blouse. He swallowed hard as he imagined just how soft and heavy her tots had to be. Hell how big we're they?

He felt his cock beginning to stir as he lost himself in the sight of her cleavage, completely forgetting she was only reading a bit

He kicked his lips as his attention to biology became very very sincere

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She turned her head when she finished the sentence. Peering at him over her glasses "those are d's Lance. To pass this class we are aiming for a C."

She took her hand off the back of his chair. Holding his chin gently she turned it to the desk. "Answer questions 1-5 and I'll lose another button on my shirt." This was extra credit work that the teacher had offered for students who needed a grade boost.

Add this too the fact he was going to have to actually read the book to answer the questions he might actually have a chance at this class. She leaned again. This time her lips just half an inch from his ear "do it with out complaining and I'll take the button down off completely." She gently trailed her tongue over is ear lobe. She'd be damned if he wasnt going to learn something.

 

[shizzz]

D's, he thought to himself, double or triple? But he didn't have the audacity to ask. He was still in shock

Then she leaned close and took his chin in her hand. He barely kept his jaw from dropping as she details shed reward system

This was something he could get behind. He turned his head to the book, then he felt her hot breath and his cock twitched a she tried to imagine her in a tight tank top

His response, was typical of a man

He flew through the questions without a signal word, the sensation of her tongue on his ear throbbed in his memory as his clock throbbed with lust

A few more minutes of silence and he put his pencil down. 5 questions answered. He turned the sheet towards her so she could see his work. He prayed it was right and that it would be good enough to see her blouse on the floor. Well she would probably hang it up or something, but the idea was the same!

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She again leaned over to review the questions. She ticked and undid the last of her buttons. "Not quiete." She pointed to one of the questions. "That one is wrong. Correct that one and do the next 5 questions. Read carefully, next mistake won't receive any." She turned to to him with a smirk. "Rewards."

She sat up straight backed motioning for him to continue. The shirt was open showing her ample breast and thin waist. Nothing was really being covered any more but it he wanted the rest he had to get the shirt from first.

She eyed the freshman slowly. His dark hair was a mess but even hung over he looked yummy. She resented and desired him for that. She kept her mouth shut though and waited for him to return to work.

 

[shizzz]

He was shocked.

What had he missed. But soon that was out of his mind

"Damn" he whispered as her buttons slowly came undone. Her chest was caught by a tank top that barely fit. Her bioples were plane to see through the taught fabric

"No rewards?" He said as he never lifted his eyes from her chest.

Then he double and triple checked his answers before turning his head back to her

"Done " he said confidently

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Rebecca reviewed his work slowly. His confidence was cute and we'll earned "good! Seriously just double checking your work can give you an advantage."

She undid the last two buttons and slid the loose shirt off. She let it fall to the floor. Tapped his book "the next 5 questions Lance." She said playing with the zipper on her skirt. She kept her eyes on him. Such for play was making her horny.

She let her heels fall to the floor. She sat back and rested her delicate feet on his thigh. She rubbed her knees together letting her feet apply gentle pressure up his leg. He was having problems studying because of distractions. He needed to learn to get work done first then play. He had to wrap his arm under her legs to get to the desk to write.

 

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It just want fair, he thought as she sat up, peeled her shirt off, then began to harass his thighs.

But if this was a game he was gonna win

"I think I got it" he said after about ten minutes of ing prong her feet, and ignoring the growing erection in his shorts

God he was hot, and that top had him aching to see it peeled off!

"You are the best tutor yet. Best motivation I've ever had " he said with a grin

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She didn't respond to comment instead she hopped off her stool. Standing between his legs facing the desk she reviewed his work. It was all correct. He had answered several of the questions better than she expected too.

She unzipped her skirt incredibly slowly. She let the skirt fall to the ground. Her little black panties barely contained her heart shaped ass. She bent forward and pulled a packet out of her book. She stayed stretched for a mintue knowing how close she was to his face.

She got out of the way and motioned to the packet. "Practise test. Get an 80 or you don't pass my class." She bent forward her mouth just inches from him "and I don't play with failures."

She got out of his way completely. His test wouldn't be open book like this but she had nicked next week's exam even if he barely scratched by now when he got the test next week he would know all the answers. She was desperate.

 

[shizzz]

"Holy shit" he whispered as she peeled her skirt free, her ass just inches from his face

He wanted nothing more than to pull her down on his quickly swelling cock. But he wasn't completely sure where this was going. It was too good to be true

Her breath in his ear had him getting harder with every syllable.

"Got it" he said in a gruff voice as he tackled the next set of problems as though his life was at stake