I Kissed My Tutor Novels & Stories

Isabella's pov; After a week of tutoring, "I heard your exams are coming up soon. Have you begun studying for the exams?" Mr Martinez inquired of me over breakfast. "Yup! Furthermore, the tutor is very nice and attractive. I look forward to seeing his face every day. Whatever he says, I'll do it right away, so he can reward me for each task I complete." "What are you blabbering about?" Big Brother smacked on my head.

When they submitted the assignment, the tutor wore a deriding smirk looking at her drawing. “You drew Mark Tremont huh? You usually act reserved, but now it seems that you’re just like most girls. A few of them drew him as well but yours is the best. You have a photo? Share it.” The tutor was a woman nearing her thirties. Unmarried, ill-tempered, and infatuated with Mark Tremont, she babbled about him with the other students every day.

I murmured under my breath. As my classes ended for the day, I started to get worried about how the tutoring session with Jesse would go. I packed up my things, feeling a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. I wanted to speak to Isabella, but she was totally avoiding me. I wondered what exactly Kevon had said to her to make her this mad at me.

'Oh, so now we made love after a long time, he can now read my mind? "Okay. I accept." I muttered and focused back on the empty desk. "You talk like you have a choice." He scoffed before leaving. I rolled my eyes with a smile across my lips. • During After School Tutoring • I sat at the first row while Keiran was sitting at the second row right next to my seat. There was no one else but just the both of us and of course, the teacher. She seemed nice. Completely not how I imagined her when Keiran first tried to make me jealous.

Callista began to mimic her tutor's lead, moving her clit forcefully and enjoying the sensation it gave. As their wet pussies moved over one another, Callista began to kiss Krista's foot, and leg. Planting passionate, wet kisses against her tutor's skin, enjoying the taste and the added oral sensation to accompany her titillated pussy. Krista followed Callista's lead, sucking on Callista's toes and kissing the bridge of her foot. And they continued to grind into one other. Their motions became faster, their kisses to one another's legs more passionate. Callista felt that indescribable feeling building again. She looked across at Krista and saw her tutor's beautiful face, scrunched in tension

I didn't want him to think I was part of the girls ogling him. "Guys, can we just forget about him and change the subject? It's already bad enough that I still have to tutor him after school today." I ate a piece of my fries but it tasted like plank in my mouth, I lost my appetite and just kept playing with the rest of the food. +++ As I walked into the class for the tutorial, Jake was already sitting there waiting for me. I hardened my face as I walked towards him. He better not try to kiss me today or hell would break loose.

Again. She wanted professional. She said it clearly, more than once. Professional, River, we are professionals, and I pulled her into a storage room and kissed her like that conversation never happened. Like none of it mattered. And she still wants to tutor me. Like the kiss didn’t happen at all. I groan and drag both hands through my perfectly placed hair, ruining it completely.

I didn't bother hiding my disgust at those words. There's no way I’d ever go out with a guy like that, he’d cured me of my crush completely. Sure I was plain and on the bigger side and I wasn’t exactly his type, and everyone would probably say I would be lucky to be with a boy as great and handsome and popular as him… "But I'm not one of them. I'm here to tutor you. Both of you, actually.” As soon as he heard the word tutor, his face changed into a panicked, fearful expression.

My fingers itched to trace it. "Me? You're the one who can't keep his eyes off me." I uncrossed my legs slowly, flashing my soaked lace panties, the cool air kissing my wetness. His eyes dropped down, pupils blowing wide, making a low groan rumbling from his throat. "Admit it, Prof. You want to taste." He gripped the desk on either side of my hips, caging me, his breath hot on my neck. “Focus, Kelly. Here's the deal." His knee brushed mine under the narrow space. "Private tutoring. My apartment, Tuesdays, 7 PM. No distractions."

he said once he got to our seat and walked out like that. “What the hell were you thinking when you called him that?” Odette asked and I opened my mouth to talk. “Just go, don’t keep him waiting,” she snapped. I nodded and immediately ran out of the class, I caught him with him. “Kingston!” I called and he stopped walking. “I’m, I’m really sorry, I wasn’t...” “Your class starts by 4pm today,” he cut me off coldly and I swallowed. Did I make a mistake wanting him as my tutor, or why is he cold? Or is he offended by me calling him a tiger? Which is it?