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The Tutors, Part One, by Ann Douglas
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
-THE TUTOR-
- part one-
by Ann Douglas
"Hey Stevenson!" Called out the booming voice of Roger
Craig, the Captain of the Football Team. "Heads up!"
Scott Stevenson looked up to see a spinning football hurling
through the air, heading right for him. Dropping his books,
the sandy haired teenager attempted to catch the pigskin.
Only to fall flat on his face while running for it. Then to
add injury to insult, the ball hit him in the head as he laid
there.
"I told you Rog," Said Bill Mathews as he picked up the ball
off the grass. "Never send a dweeb to do a man's job."
Laughing and tossing the ball into the air, Mathews
immediately started walked back to the practice field.
"You ok, Scott?" Roger asked as he helped the smaller boy to
his feet. "You want to go see the Nurse or anything?"
"No, I'm fine." Scott said discouragingly as he readjusted
his glasses which had fallen off in the fall. "I thought I
had it."
"Hey no sweat," Roger said. "We all can't be jocks. You're
muscle is all in your brain. To tell the truth, I'd trade the
MVP award to get half your grades."
"Yeh, right." He answered as he picked up his books.
"Well, I better get back to the game," Roger said as he
turned and began to follow Bill. "You hang in there."
Scott just nodded. All his life he wanted to be an athlete,
the center of attention. The guy who got the girls. Instead
what he got was a hundred and five pound body, nearsighted
eyes, and a complexion that on a bad day resembled a pizza.
There was a plus side to his life. His straight A average
made him the third ranked student in the Senior Class at
Robert Kennedy High School. He already had a full scholarship
to MIT lined up with all the perks that entailed. Yet he'd
trade it all just to have someone look at him as something
other than a nerd, just once.
Watching the Football Squad resume the game, Scott figured he
should've been nicer to Roger. Of course he had only been
nice to him because of all the help he'd given him in
chemistry the last semester. If it weren't for his tutoring,
Roger would've been kicked off the team.
Quickly loosing interest in the game, he set out once again
for the Library. Someone had left him a note asking to meet
him there to discuss the possibility of his tutoring them in
history. The name on the note had been all smudged, so he
wasn't sure who had left it in his locker.
Reaching the steps of the Library, Scott swore under his
breath. This wasn't his day. First the Football Team, now
them. Sitting on the top step were three members of the
Kennedy
Rocketeers. Four time winners of the State Cheerleading
Championships, there was no more stuck up group in the school.
If you were a hunk, they might take the time to chat with
you, even if you weren't on the Football Squad. Losers like
Scott Stevenson, they just ignored like they were a lower form
of life.
When he'd been a junior, he had once
tutored one of the girls before him. Jenny Martin was every
young man's perfect fantasy. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and
an incredibly formed perfect set of breasts. She was a 5'4"
Goddess.
After four grueling months of keeping her one step ahead of a
failing grade in calculus, the Tutor had made a humiliating
mistake. He'd accepted all the friendliness and interest
she'd shown him as real, real enough for him to get the
courage to ask her to the Junior Prom. Worse he had asked
her in the school cafeteria in front of a table of her
friends, Rocketteers all. Immediately she had burst into
laughter, asking how he could ever think she would actually go
on a date with a geek like him. The laughter was quickly picked
up by her friends and then from the surrounding tables. It
had been one of the low point of his young life.
Stopping at the edge of the last step, he took a second look
up at Jenny. With her were Maria Diaz and Candy Lewis. Maria
was from Puerto Rico. She had beautiful brown skin and long
black hair. Her figure was nowhere near as good as Jenny's,
but you couldn't convince her of that.
Standing with her back to him was Candy Lewis. One of the
few back students at the school, Candy had coal black skin and
short black hair. She always wore bright red lipstick which
gave her mouth an incredible erotic look. If Candy were to
buy an ice pop, every guy in sight would stop what they were
doing to watch her eat it. Over the last year her breasts had
undergone an unusual growth spurt so that she was now about
the same size as Penny. A fact that Penny preferred to
ignore.
Nice as they were to look at, he just couldn't deal with
their taunts today. Whoever was waiting for a tutor was out
of luck. With that he turned and started to walk away.
"There goes your old boyfriend, Penny." Maria joked as she saw
Scott.
"Fuck you!" Penny said as she looked over and saw Scott.
"Maybe you'd let a freak like that touch you, I'd sooner turn
lesbo."
Both girls laughed. Candy suddenly excused herself and
jotted down the steps.
"I'll catch up with you later at practice." She called out
as she disappeared into the small crowd.
"Might as well head home." Scott though to myself. "This
day's shot to hell."
He'd gone another ten feet when he'd heard someone calling
his name. He stopped and turned, but didn't see anyone who
could've called. Candy Lewis was running across the quad but
surely it couldn't have been her.
"Scott, wait up!" Candy shouted.
"What the hell does she want?" Scott said to himself.
"I'm glad I caught up to you." Candy said as she skidded to
a stop.
It took a few breaths for her to regain her composure, giving
time for Scott to watch as her chest heaved in and out after
her exertion. Bitch she might be, but she had great tits.
"What can I do for you, Candy." Scott asked.
"Didn't you get my note?" The black girl asked. "When I saw
you at the library I thought......"
"You sent that note?" Scott asked, cutting her off in
mid-sentence.
"Of course, I wanted to talk to you about helping me with
the report for Mr. Grogan's class." She said, flashing him a
sexy smile. "I'm on the verge of failing history, and no
history grade - no graduation. I'm not looking forward to
spending my summer in school buried in useless dates and
boring facts."
"If you'd pay more attention, you'd find that history is like
a great adventure story." Scott retorted. "It can be
interesting and fun."
"Yeh, right." Candy said in a uninterested tone. "But the
fact remains that I have to pass that class. What ever you
get paid for tutoring, I'll double it. Just help me write
that paper."
"Help you?" Scott said in a voice that said he was getting
quickly annoyed. "Don't you mean write it for you?"
"Ok, triple then, and a hundred dollar bonus if it gets me an
A." She said, sure that he'd accept.
"No, thanks." Scott answered to her dismay.
"What.......?" Candy sputtered. "You're turning me down?"
"I've have my fill of tutoring Rocketeers." Scott said and
started to turn away. "There are plenty of guys who'd bend
over backward to help you." He added.
"None of them can write a really great history paper." Candy
exclaimed.
"Well then I guess you're out of luck." Scott said in a
voice that told he was now more than a little annoyed.
"Wait!" Candy cried as she grabbed his arm and pulled him
back.
"Hey!" Scott cried back as he pulled his arm back. "Can't
you Rocketteers take no for an answer, you certainly can give
it as one fast enough."
The young man couldn't remember the last time he was this
angry. Not taking the time to think about what he was saying,
he lashed out in anger.
"I wouldn't write that paper for you if you offered to drop
down right here and spread your legs for me." He barked.
Candy didn't immediately react. In the few seconds of
silence that passed, Scott thought about his angry words and
felt suddenly guilty. Candy really hadn't ever done anything
directly to him. She hadn't even been at that lunch table
last year. He'd taken his rage at Penny and the Rocketeers in
general out on her for no reason. He was about to apologize
when Candy finally spoke.
"All right." She said.
"What?" Scott said, sure he had heard her wrong.
"I said all right." Candy repeated. "If that's what it
takes, it'll be worth it to get out of summer school."
Scott stood dumbfounded, he couldn't
believe what he'd heard. One of the most desirable girls in
the school had offered to fuck him in exchange for a lousy
history paper. A paper he could write in an hour. He found
his heart racing and his dick getting hard at the thought.
"Who knows, might be fun popping a guy's cherry?" Candy
remarked. "I never did that before."
"I'm not a virgin!" Scott shot back.
"Well, I guess that doesn't really matter." Candy said. "So,
do we have a deal?"
Scott thought about it real hard. The press of his hard cock
against his jeans made it hard to think logically. He kept
looking at those bright red lips. What would it feel like to
have them wrapped around his dick.
It was true he wasn't a virgin. Yet the fifteen minutes he'd
spend with Judy Anders last spring hadn't been all that
memorable. He'd spent about ten minutes playing with her
small breasts before putting his cock in her, missionary
style. Five minutes later it was all over. She seemed rather
bored through it all and when he'd tried to get a blowjob out
of her, she'd called him a pervert.
"Well do we have a deal or not?" Candy repeated.
Scott was about to say yes, captivated by those big lips and
what they could do. Then he remembered how he had been
tricked before. How Penny had been so nice and sweet to him,
then turned back into super-bitch the minute her exam was
over.
"On one condition..." He answered.
"Condition...?" Candy asked.
"That's right." Scott said as he took a deep breath. "I'll
write the paper, in fact I can have it for you by tomorrow so
you can rewrite it in anyway you want. But it comes prepaid.
Not COD, not charged. You'll get your passing grade in
history, but I'm not going to guarantee an A paper. That's
going to depend on the grade I give you."
Candy thought about it for a few minutes. It was obvious to
Scott that she had hoped that she would somehow be able to
trick him out of the paper. Now it was take it or leave it.
"I guess I don't have a lot of choices." Candy said in
surrender. "But this has to be between you and me. I don't
want anyone to ever know about it."
"Hey who'd believe me?" Scott said with a smile. For the
first time today he felt like a winner.
They quickly discussed details and it was agreed the sooner
the better. Scott's parents were going to be away for the
weekend, so Saturday night would be perfect. Scott could
hardly wait.
As Candy walked away, Scott's blue eyes were riveted on that
round black ass as it swayed from side to side. A quick
calculation told him that in just under 52 hrs and ten minutes,
that black tail would be his.
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