I Kissed My Tutor Novels & Stories

Fact two: He’d climbed through my window, held my face with a shocking tenderness, and given me my first kiss. Which one was real? The homophobic jock or the patient, albeit arrogant, tutor? How could both exist in the same person? A groan escaped me as I trudged towards school. He was a walking, talking contradiction, and he had effectively short-circuited my ability to think about anything else.

I was glad that we could pick off from where we left, still be friends easily. I made it to my stop, and she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, a quick, casual gesture before we parted ways. “See you after class?” “Yeah,” I replied, distracted. My eyes flicked inside the class I had to go into, down the hall, and my schedule. In a second, I freaked out as soon as I recalled. This was Stacy’s class. I nodded to Nattie, gave her a half-hearted smile as we kissed goodbye, and turned toward the classroom.

I did meet Eva. The sound of someone knocking on my back door snapped me out of my daydreaming about what I'd seen my new client doing a year and a half ago. I got up, went to the door, opened it, and was delighted to find that my visitor was a lovely young lady named Kass. She lived just down the street from me, and I'd known her for ages. During her senior year in high school, she wasn't doing well, and I wound up tutoring her at her mother's request. I didn't intend for it to happen, but we wound up becoming lovers and have been seeing each other occasionally ever since. She often dropped by in the afternoon.

Like he owns me which is something I will not have. Straightening my back, I kept my chin up and exhaled. "My books are over that table. Since you're here, let's get started we don't have all day." My response caught him by surprise, his demeanor shaped into just that. Surprise. That bad boy aura, talks of kisses, hard kisses, they usually have all the girl squirming and soon after begging for him to touch them. It didn't work on me. It doesn't work on me. "Do you still need me to tutor you?"

"Therefore, I have assigned you a student tutor. I have already given him your number, so he will contact you to arrange your tutoring sessions.'' I mentally groaned. It would probably be one of those nerds again. Last year, during my tutoring, my tutor, a definite nerd, would always get carried away on the fall of the Roman Empire and wouldn't shut up. Like who cares about that anymore? When I finally couldn't take any more of it, I flicked him the finger then walked out. When I'm pissed, you wouldn't want to get on my bad side. Not many people have seen that side of me because they know better. Realizing that Ms. Raymond was staring at me with my eyebrows raised, I nodded politely, then ex

“Watch it, smartass. But seriously, I’m impressed. You’ve been different the last couple days. More focused. Less of that constant attitude.” I shrugged, shoving a strand of damp hair behind my ear, feeling my cheeks heat up. If only she knew the real reason I was suddenly such a “good student” was because my hot-as-fuck tutor had me bent over my table, spanking my bare ass red and finger-fucking me until I gushed all over my chemistry notes. “Guess the tutor’s methods are working,” I mumbled, biting my glossy lip. “Well, whatever it is, keep it up. I like this version of you, Kassy. Less eye-rolling, more actual effort.” She ruffled my hair like I was still a kid, then started pulling stuff

Forever. Just have to hope no one is ever the wiser. “I’m sorry, you think you’re taking me on the road?” She flops over onto her back and I’m momentarily hypnotized by the bounce of her tits. “What about my classes? I can’t just drop out of school.” “Tutors.” I palm one of her breasts, rolling the nipples gently between my knuckles and her lips pop open, taking in a rasping breath. “Female tutors.” “Oh…” Eyes beginning to glaze, she drags her bottom lip through her teeth, arching into my touch. “You’re the jealous type?”

❤️ Timothy' POV ❤️ I walk towards the classroom I always miss once I'm away, that one into which I know I'll be able to see the girl who brings a lot of weird feelings into me. I step towards the opened door but was stopped by a colleague. "Hey, professor Timothy, sorry to waste your time right now but I need to let you know that I talked to the director about the project...." he keeps on speaking to me as I'm nodding to his explanations.

“Your girl?” Apparently, the surrounding tables heard that bold declaration and began whispering amongst themselves. I wanted to just vanish in that instant. The boys looked even less surprised that I was. Infact, they were grinning. “That's not true,” I nudged Evans. “I'm just his tutor. And i haven't even said yes to it yet!” I stared at him, hoping he would agree to wipe the wrong idea off their minds. Instead, he leaned into my ears, “I'm not sure your student should know what you taste like, tutor.”

I kissed Ivan! My phone buzzed with an incoming text and I reached for it absentmindedly. My thighs clenched at the message. Unknown number: “We'll be home soon. Wait for me at the mansion.” I should say no. After all he'd done, he didn't have any right to demand anything from me but that kiss… I wanted more of it. I typed back. Mom, I'm so sorry. Me : Fine. I'll be waiting.