My Sexy Literature Teacher 3

The doorbell rang, piercing through the heavy fog of my exhausted slumber. I groaned, rolling over and burying my head under the pillow to block out the intrusive sound.

It was far too early on a Saturday morning for any kind of disruption to my precious alone time.

"Jack, honey," my mom called from the hallway, her voice carrying through the thin walls of our small house. "Your tutor is here. Get up and come greet her please."

Tutor? I thought groggily, my brain still not fully awake. Mom had mentioned something about hiring someone to help me catch up in my courses, but I hadn't paid much attention.

School was the last thing on my mind when I was dead tired from staying up all night gaming.

Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled towards the stairs. I was still in my pajamas, an old t-shirt and sweatpants that were grey with wear.

My hair stuck up in every direction and I hadn't shaved in days, the scruff on my jaw itching against my palm as I rubbed at my eyes.

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