Tutorly Screwed (Closed)

TheRPGuru

Literotica Guru
Joined
Dec 31, 2015
Posts
932
Chris Jones was a typical nerd. Smart with the learning, dumb as bricks with people. Okay maybe he wasn't that bad. But his interests fell into line of video games, books, comics, and Dungeons & Dragons. None of these things made him a very cool person. But fuck it, what was cool away? So what if the cool guys got to hang out with all the school's hottest girls? So what if they drove kick ass cars, and got blowjobs under the bleachers.

Chris Jones thought he was a pretty cool guy. He had a level eight Rogue in his D&D game, and that meant he was strong enough to backstab and kill an Ogre. So if that wasn't cool, then he had no idea what cool was.

Of course being a fairly smart guy, Chris knew exactly what cool was. He also knew he was the shining example of how not to be cool. He would never have the hot girlfriend, the fancy car, or the buckloads of friends all voting him prom king. Instead Chris had his little circle of fellow Wizards and Warlocks, and that was all he needed.

The bullying could stop.

But otherwise he was pretty happy with things. Besides with his grades, he was a shoe in for any college he wanted and once he became a rich ass doctor, the hot girls would quickly come a running. So let those stupid jocks have their moment in High School. Chris was playing the long game, and he knew all the rules.

He was sitting after school with a couple friend playing a friendly game of Magic the Gathering, checking his watch carefully. He was tutoring someone today, though he didn't know who. All he got was a note sticking out of his locker to please meet after school in the Library for math help.

"Hey Chris, we're going to Denny's to get food and play more, you in?" His friend Trevor asked.

Chris shook his head, "I can't, I gotta tutor someone this afternoon."

"Oh well, okay. Text when you finish, we might still be there." Which was true. When the gang all went to Denny's for game night, it was usually a very late affair that ran for a stupid amount of hours. Which meant that they would still be there long after Chris me whoever left him this note.

He grabbed his stuff and packed his deck into his backpack before shuffling off toward the Library, hoping that he wasn't walking into a prank like the last time. He really should stop falling for these things.

http://www.nerdlikeyou.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Nerd-Style-Five-Ways-To-Maximize-Your-Social-Nerdery-Opportunities.jpg
 
Linda Lee, 18, HS "it" girl

According to the yearbook committee, eighty percent of the high school found Linda Lee perfect, eighteen envied her and the rest didn’t care for her. Those two percent were the nobodies, who had no interest in high school activities, making friends or anyone else at all except for their books, games, or online chats. You know, the stereotypical antisocial nerds, geeks, and or emo-kids. Even without them, Linda was voted to be the Most Perfect in her senior class.

Linda didn’t quite feel the same way. Yea, she had many friends, caring parents and a healthy household with above average income. She was cheerleading captain, involved in many clubs and headed to a prestige college ---maybe. She was outgoing, approachable, humble and most importantly, not a drama queen or snobbish bitch that was usually portrayed in high school tween movies. So what was un-perfect about her? Many, if you asked her.

But, the most bothersome at the moment was her grade in Calculus. Ironic, eh? The world had claimed Chinese are best in math… Guess Linda was too Americanized. Regardless, she intended to keep up with that stereotype. Besides, she needed to bring her GPA up or else she must kiss her college good bye. Unpretentious as she was, she didn’t want the word to get out that an Asian needed help in math.

After some investigation and undercover work, she found someone who was supposedly a pretty decent tutor and excel in math. Chris Jones. She had never heard of him even though he was a senior in the same school as her. Ironically her little brother heard of the guy. Apparently he was a guru in some sort of magic cards game and a stealthy thief of some dungeon. Yea, it was all Greek to her… It didn’t matter. The most important was that he could help and most likely had no one to blab about her getting help to. So win-win.

*

Linda went to school extra earlier and snuck a note in this Chris’ locker. She had chosen the library because she knew it will be deserted after school. Also, well, you know, who actually goes to the library anymore? She made a few fictitious detours after the school let out. When the hallways were empty, she headed to the rendezvous spot and headed straight toward the back table right behind the rows of ancient encyclopedias. She waited with a hoodie pulled over her head and shades shielded her eyes. The place was eerily quiet and fittingly empty.

Operation: Get Nerdy was off a good start!
 
Last edited:
Chris didn't see anyone as he first entered the library. The halls had mostly emptied and only a very few stragglers remained, but even they were clearing out. Leaving Chris alone in the Library, or so he thought. As he stepped further into the dusty book room, he heard shuffling down one of the aisle.

Sighing he set his stuff down on the table and looked around. "Alright if you guys think it's funny to try and jump me, be warned I know Kung Fu." He said loudly, his eyes darting around the room trying to spot the prank before it happened.

What he didn't expect was someone to actually need his help. Most people who needed help, just came and asked him for it. He usually got ten bucks per session, and everything was gravy. This secret meeting was shady and weird. "Hello?" He called again. "ALright I'm leaving, I dont wanna get gangraped today. Thanks though!" He grabbed his stuff off the table and turned to leave.
 
Her eyebrow rose underneath the shades when she heard a voice. He was speaking gibberish. It made no sense to her. He was weird… Hey, weird…could it be him? she thought and then decided to investigated.

She tiptoed but stayed behind a shelf, peeping over the books. She caught him looking around like a frightened kitten, a very adorable one at that. Is…he…? Could it be him? she contemplated.

Just when he picked up his stuff, she croaked, “Hey. Hey, wait. Chris, is it?” She slowly crept out of the shadow, pulled of her shades and hoodie.

“Greetings. I come in peace.” She threw up her hand, conjuring a Vulcan salute. Even to herself, her speech sounded strange. She had her little brother to thank for that. This was supposedly how you talk to gamers. Silly but hey whatever worked. She needed to be on his good side for both tutoring and secrecy sake. “I left that note. Call me Linda.”
 
Chris raised an eyebrow at the pretty Asian girl that appeared from behind the bookshelves. An Asian needed his help...in math? Now he knew this was a prank. Shame too, she was a cutie, equipped with a perky set of chesties.

Chris looked around. "You need help in math?" The you can out with emphasis, almost accusatory emphasis. "Is this a prank because this smells like a prank. Look Linda, pretty name by the way, I have already spent my lunch money and I cut all my underwear so that they shred if someone tries to give me a wedgie. So any prank you and your friends have planned won't work." He rambled on quickly.
 
You need help in math?”

"Oh, here we go," Linda groaned and rolled her eyes. She knew exactly why he finds it hard to believe. Nine out of ten would.

“What? Prank? No. I’m seriou…Wait, wait. You’re wearing holey underwear?” She was surprised and confused with a touch of amusement. Her head crocked sideway and eyes stared at his crotch. He was definitely an oddball.

Her finger pointed firmly at him. “Shh. Shh. Look. I mean what I said. Here.” She pulled out two Lincoln bills from the back of her*skinny jeans. “No prank. No friends. Keep this between us, okay?” She held out the payment with a pleading smile. She stared right at his doubt eyes behind the glasses. He had this Clark Kent vibe and look to him; she found him cuter by the minute.
 
Last edited:
Chris looked at the money she held toward him, then back at her. The look in her eyes was a serious one, pleading almost. That was hard to fake, and Chris felt his wall crumble. He sighed and motioned her toward the table, slipping his backpack off his shoulder.

He took the money, because he was a jew and jews didn't turn down money, stuffing it into his bag before he pulled out a notebook. "Alright Linda. Tell me what you need help in and I'll see what I can do for you." He said, gesturing for her to sit across from him as he took his own seat.

"Keep in mind math is all about knowing the processes. If you know HOW, the numbers or equation you are solving mean nothing." He told her.

Chris was a Wizz at making things simple. As such he became a fantastic math tutor, because if his ability to simplify things to people who couldn't quite get the official jargon.
 
"Awesomeness." Linda grinned with a sign of relief when he took the money.

She sat across from him with her book bag in the chair beside her. She pulled out a notebook and the heavy math book as he rambled about the simplicity of math.

“Okay, Yoda.” As her brother advised her to address him as such. “Let’s start with derivative. How do you find when a slope is zero?” She flipped to the problem section of the book and slid it across the table to him.

After a few second, she randomly and curiously asked, “Giving wedgie is still a thing?”
 
Chris glanced up as she asked about wedgies. "Don't ask." He said simply. Then he flipped through her book and began explaining how to solve the math. He gave her a brief but very simple explanation. Twenty minutes later he was standing behind her, looking over her should while she solved problems he gave her. Every once in a while he reminded her with hints.

By the time she was through the first few problems about forty minutes from starting the lesson, Linda showed much more understanding of what she needed to do to solve problems. Chris smiled, always proud when he was able to get through to someone and see them breaking through a mental block.

"See? Easier now isn't it?" He asked her with a smile. As he tutored Linda, he began wondering if she was single. Then he wondered what she would look like naked. Then he wondered if he would ever get to have sex in his life.

Fuck he hated being a nerd. It was girl repellant, especially pretty girls.

He shook his head and blinked, "Think you feel better for your chapter test now?" He asked.
 
*

*

“Don’t ask,” he said.

Linda scoffed and rolled her shoulders. “Sure thing.”

She hung onto to his every words. His explanation made it all sounds simple, at least much simpler than Mr. Corden class. She was surprise she understands the problem and can find the answer correctly.

She looked over her should and shot a smile up at him when he asked. She confessed, “Now it is.” She joked when he mentioned the chapter test, “Yea, a little. My brain hurts though.”

She leaned back and slouched, propping the back of her head on the top of the backrest. She stared up at him. “I envy how you know this crap right of the bat. Where have you been in all my high school years?” she teased and chuckled.
 
Last edited:
Chris shrugged not understanding what any other guy would take as obvious flirting. "Probably in some corner playing Magic." He said simply. Then he moved back around to his stuff at the table and began packing up his things.

"Well Linda I believe I have taught you all I know my padawan. I think that will be it unless you have some other questions." He said with a half smile making a joke out of her earlier Star Wars reference.

He glanced at her, letting his eyes fall over her body briefly. She seemed fit and perky and the thought of her body made his pulse race a bit. He blushed and jerked his gaze back to his backpack quickly.
 
Oblivious that their idea of magic isn’t the same, she requested, “I love magic. Show me your best trick sometime.” She also missed his Star Wars reference since her brother didn’t bring up the padawan term.

She sat up straight and caught his eyes wandering and cheeks blushing. Although she wasn’t promiscuous, she knew how boys drool over her body. She had to be fit for cheerleading. She didn’t call him out and packed up her stuff instead.

“No question right now. In case I do later, mind giving me your number?” She fished out her cell phone and slipped it across the table. She then got up and headed for the door. She dropped by his side, gave him a good bye hug and reminded him, “Keep this between us. Same time tomorrow?”
 
Chris rolled his eyes at the Magic joke she made. Or didn't make. Clearly she didn't know what he was talking about and he hadn't expected her too. So he heated his backpack onto his shoulder and walked with her to the door.

What he didn't expect was the hug. He tensed as she hugged him from the side. Her scented perfume or lotion whiffed into his nose, filling him with a womanly girly scent thay caused his balls to tingle.

Same time tomorrow? But he already taught her everything, what else did she need? He didn't understand, but her smile and her hug compelled him to nodded, "Yeah okay. Sure." He told her, offering a gentle smile.
 
Did he cringe? she pondered, releasing him from the hug. Linda wasn’t shy about hugging. It was just a sociable thing to do. His reaction was adorable.

She planned to run all her homework by him to ensure they’re correct. They counted 40% of the overall grade. Every little bit would help so she was taking any chance.

She put her disguise back on and told him bye. She made sure the coast is clear before she slipped through the doors.

The rest of her evening was typical and uneventful. The next day she went to school in her cheer uniform. The players and cheerleaders had to wear their uniform on game days. She was gathering things at her locker with a few other girls next to her when she noticed a familiar face passing by.

Before last night, she wouldn’t have noticed the blond nerd in the sea of teenagers. However, he stood out today. His nerdiness was definitely growing on her. He was one of the few who spent a whole hour with her without hitting on her or getting into her pants. She mastered the art fending those off without offending them, but it was refreshing that she didn’t have to do that with him.

The warning bell rung and everyone began to scatter. The girls exchanged hugs and then she walked off her class by herself.
 
Chris went about his day as he normally did. But there was one thing that felt different. He saw Linda around campus more than usual. Or perhaps he was just noticing her more today now that he knew who she was a little better. The only girl to ever give him a hug, had shown up wearing her tight little cheer uniform today. It looked good.

During class Chris found himself daydreaming about Linda. He imagined coming to the library this afternoon to see Linda leaned back against the table smiling at him. As he walks in, she reaches down and pulls her skirt up revealing her tight, bald little pussy.

He jerked before things in his fantasy could go to far. It was jarring, as he had never had these thoughts so strongly before. Yet something about Linda really made his balls want to fuck. Maybe he had....what did the racists call it? Yellow fever?

After school Chris made his way to the library, showing up well before Linda this afternoon because he didn't care who saw him enter. He sat at the same table from the day before and pulled out a comic book to read.
 
Linda got to the library the same method she had used yesterday. There was no disguise today though. There were a handful of other cheerleaders with long black hair like hers. If anyone claims to recognize her, she could say it was a mistaken identity.

She was surprised that Chris was already there. She sneaked up behind him and bent forward. Her chest was lightly pressed against his back. She teased by his ear, “Hey, Chris, what you’re reading there? Dirty magazine?”
 
Last edited:
Chris jumped as she spoke into his ear. "What!? Fuck!" He cried dropping his comic and jerk in back as if she had bit him
He spun toward her quickly, and suddenly found her lips against his by accident. His eyes widened and he froze. He kissed her! What the hell did he do? Jerk away? No that would be dumb. We're those her breasts against his back.

He pushed away carefully. "Sorry Linda. God wow.." He licked his lips, tasting her still there. It was awesome.

"Jeez don't scare me like that though." He stammered quickly. Hoping she wasn't mad about the accident. Oh shot was his dick hard now?
 
Linda expected him to jump but didn’t anticipate the whole commotion. He was quick. She was taken by surprise. Next thing she knew, their lips touched. She didn’t pull back. Instead, she moved slightly toward him, pressing against his rougher yet warmer lips.

She didn’t straighten up until he had pushed away. She chuckled softly at his remark and the way he licks his lips. Strawberry lip gloss was her favorite flavor and color.

“My bad. Next time I’ll let you finish your business first,” she apologized sarcastically. “Speak of that, shouldn’t you.” Her eyes dropped down and finger pointed at the bulge between his legs. “Take care of that business.”

She meant to tease him and then let it go but she was astonished at the tent’s size. Her eyes couldn’t move away. She bit her lips while wondered if the illusion was real. “Do you keep a sock in there?” she asked brazenly. “You can tell me, Chris. Your secret is safe with me, you know,” she reassured him, messing with his mind and ego a little bit and hoping he would want to 'prove her wrong.'
 
Chris blinked and looked down at the source of her giggling tease. His eyes widened as he saw his erections tenting his pants. Quickly he covered himself with his hands and turned away. "Sock? No what are you even....no! Don't you need study help or something?" He asked trying to think of things that would make his dick go away.

"I didn't mean to kiss you. I'm sorry I don't like to get startled." He explained. His legs shifted as he tried to work his erections down.

There was a small part of him. A very small part. That wondered if she was teasing or if she was really impressed by his dick. He dismissed the thought, she was only teasing him. For all he knew he had a small dick compared to other guys. After all he was only like eight inches. Which was nothing compared to the porn stars he had seen.
 
Linda laughed. His stammering and coyness were too cute. She couldn’t resist teasing the guy some more. “You said you wear holey underwear yesterday so who knows what other unconventional things you have in your pants.”

She stepped toward him and then veered off to the chair to his left. Setting her bag down, she reassured him, “Don’t worry about. It was just a kiss, not like virginity or anything. Hey, iIf you don’t want to be startled, don’t read porn in public next time.”

She pulled out her homework and pinned it to his chest. She leaned in a little closer to him. “Will you double check my answers, big guy?” She winked. For some reason, she liked seeing him fluster and a little helpless with her playful insinuations.
 
Chris suddenly felt like she could see right through him. He chuckled weakly as she slammed her homework into his chest and made a virginity comment. "Yeah totally not that. What kind of guy do you think I am? Jeez." He said, turning away so she wouldn't see him turning red.

He held up her paper, before moving to the seat beside her and sitting himself down. He went over the paper, nodding at each problem she got right. "Pretty good Linda. You forgot to carry your remainder over on problem seven. But other than that everything looks pretty good." He turned to her. "You are good at math." He teased.

He sat back, which let him look at her in that outfit. He never looked at a cheerleader up close, but dang those outfits looked good on girls. He blinked and shook his head. "You want me to give you a problem?" His voice drowned as he eyed her. "Err I mean some more problems?"
 
Linda took her seat next to his. The white skirt rose, covered barely half the length of her upper thighs. She watched his profile as he looked over her homework. Her eyes couldn’t help but looked down at his trouser a couple times. A warm sensation simmered between her own legs as she curiously imagined about him naked.

His voice bought her out of the trance, “You forgot to carry your remainder over on problem seven.”

“Really?” she huffed in disbelieve. She leaned closer to him to get a better look at the paper. Her hand casually rested on his leg. Her chest rested on the table, pushing her b-cup breasts upward and revealing more cleavage. “Oh yea, I see what you’re talking about.”

She looked back at him over her shoulder when he teased. “I have you to thanks. You’re a pretty good tutor, Chris Jones.” She smiled and squeezed his leg gently.

She sniggered when he stammered. She dramatically joked, “Noooo, not another math problem. We’ll cut it short tonight.” She pulled back, looked through her bag and then groaned, “Oh crap. I forgot my wallet.”
 
Chris noticed the way her tits swelled as she leaned against the table to look at the math problem he pointed out. Damn she had a rockin body, he wished he would be able to have a girlfriend with a body like her's one day.

Chris snapped out of the gaze of her chest when she suggested they stop early tonight. He jerked upright and felt his thigh tingle when she squeezed him. "Oh yeah sure." He leaned back from the table, wondering why she was touching him so much, but enjoying it too much to complain. He never had a girl so willing to touch him like this, and he was going to let her do it as much as she wanted.

When Linda swore and said that she had forgotten her wallet, Chris merely shrugged and waved it off. "Don't worry about it Linda. I didn't do anything but check some answers. Not even a problem." He told her with a smile.
 
Linda was surprised at his answer. Boys in his situation would had taken an advantage of her by now. He definitely took the high road. Maybe he didn’t find her attractive. Or maybe he was just that shy. She was curious which one is it.

“Still, it doesn’t feel right not paying you. How about,” she bit her lips, “I give you a kiss this time and we call it even?”
 
Chris looked at her, "REally!?" He gasped, blushed and turned his head to clear his throat. "I um.....Linda I mean....you don't have to do that. I just...a kiss really?" He asked his voice getting hopeful. "Like what kind of kiss? A peck on the lips, or choke me with your tongue?"

He turned beat red and hung his face. "Sorry. I don't...I mean I haven't....I never got to kiss a girl before." He sighed. "I feel stupid now."
 
Back
Top