I Kissed My Tutor Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was twisting everything. Kai stilled in front of me, his back rigid. For a moment, I thought he would defend me. I thought he would say what truly happened. But when he finally spoke, his words cut deeper than any blade. “There is nothing between us,” Kai said, his voice devoid of all the emotion I had seen just seconds ago. His eyes were unreadable, the warmth gone. “This is Aria, one of my tutors. That is all. There is no relationship between us.”

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."

Vincenzo kissed him deeper, his tongue sinking into Wade's sweet mouth. Wade clamped his teeth down with the intention to bite Vincenzo's tongue. But Vincenzo anticipated that move and nibbled on his lips instead, eliciting a soft gasp from Wade. Then Vincenzo broke the kiss, staring into Wade's eyes with lust and desire. The pleasure from the kiss was too intense that Wade stopped struggling. It was unlike anything Wade had ever felt. In highschool, he had kissed his girlfriend but it didn't feel like this. With his heart threatening to fly out and flushed cheeks, Wade gazed back at Vincenzo.

"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

I ask, with clear confusion in my voice. "To help me" Answer with obviousness. "Do you want me to help you study?" I inquire, beyond the baffled. "Yes. . . " nods, "I have tried to study alone but I learn more when you teach me" Explains. Does he talk about that? I thought. . . Damn it. I feel all my blood accumulating on my face, for sure it was like the colour of a ripe tomato, so I prefer to avoid her gaze and direct mine towards the table.