Tutoring The Player Novels & Stories

He warned before leaving. "Mr Robertson." I run after him "Yes-" "Jocks are the worst." I whined. "And his all yours." He patted my back. "I don't want him." "You picked tutoring not me, so deal with it plus don't judge a book by its cover, maybe your experience together will be great besides you don't have an option." he smiled and left. "Hey nerd, sit by the benches, I'm still practicing." Gavin told me. "We'll start this tutorial thing when I'm done."

He continued “You can start studying and training from Monday. I assigned you a tutor to come to your room from nine to twelve, after which training will start in one of the training rooms from four to seven” I couldn’t contain my excitement as I smiled automatically “Great! I am so looking forward to Monday” “I am so happy you are excited about this. Jake is going to be a great tutor for you since he volunteered at his high school as a tutor for the past two years. He just graduated, and when he said that he wanted to take a year off before going to college, I told him about you and he happily accepted the offer to tutor you” My smile dropped “Jake?” I asked in shock.

Bex had been doing this for ten years, the practical work of preparing young players for environments that would feel overwhelming until they didn’t. She was walking Petra through the hall when she saw Tariq at board twelve. Twelve years. He was setting up pieces for a practice game with someone she didn’t recognize, and he moved the way he’d always moved over a board, with the specific economy of someone for whom chess was physical as much as mental, the pieces placed rather than set down. She kept walking. She got Petra oriented and settled and made notes about the morning’s preparation and ate a conference hotel breakfast that tasted like conference hotel breakfasts and told herself she w

“Oh, Hannah, come on. He is a fresh meat for God's sake. Just tell him.“ I felt sorry for him. We were his kind just a year ago! Like it was yesterday, I entered this hallway with Hannah holding each other by hands, hoping we will make out of this mess where not just students, but the professors is trying to find classrooms. It seems like Hannah remembered that too because her face softened. “Write down. -A- means the classroom is in right way. -B- means left. From 01 till 05 is basement. We are having bunch of dead guys there on which we practice. “ She giggled when she saw how he looked at her when she mentioned dead bodies. She continued to talk and that hot nerdy guy started writing it a

Yeah, well, being around you does that to me. "Just like being with you, even thinking of you, makes me as hard as a crowbar. Why do you think I always lectured from behind the podium in your classes?" His eyes followed her pink-tipped fingers as they combed through her curls and slid between her labia. She dipped two fingers into her vagina, then swirled them around, distributing the cream over the surface of her lips and clit. Then very slowly she began to massage her clit with the tip of one finger. Her other hand held her lips wide for his viewing pleasure. Galen rolled on a condom, then pumped himself as slowly and lightly as he could manage. "Now the toy."

and the minute he found his true son, he dumped him into the arms of a bastard. "Welcome Hunter. And luckily for you, we have a football captain, and the student president right here in this class… Theo Morrine?" The teacher called out. Theo had broken his gaze from me as he smiled instantly, standing to his feet, approaching me. Each stride sending thrums of pleasure into me. "Theo would introduce you to other lecturers, show you all you need to do and tutor you for the first two months as you transferred late." "Tutor me?" I asked, hating the sound of that. She nodded almost immediately, still smiling, having not the slightest idea of the tension stilling between her and I.

“I know you’ve had… personal challenges this past semester, but your GPA remains exceptional.” I swallowed. “Thank you, sir.” He nodded slowly. “Because of your performance, we’re assigning you as a tutor for a special group this term. You’ll receive extra credit toward your scholarship requirements.” My heart dropped. “A tutor?” “Yes. You’ll be working with some of the university athletes. It’s an honor and a necessity if you want to maintain your scholarship.” I clenched my hands at my sides. “I… I really wasn’t planning on—”

Landon's POV "Coach Hayes, can you help me with my shooting technique?" I looked up from the clipboard where I was planning today's practice session and smiled at twelve-year-old Marcus Rodriguez, one of my most dedicated players at the Sacramento Community Hockey Center. "Of course, Marcus. Let me see your stance."

And now, it's my time to roll my eyes at her, knowing I'm about to hear another one of her sexual escapades. “Mav Tanner. Engineering Department. Soccer Team Captain and Striker. 6’2”. Totally ripped and totally sexy.” I should have known… Can't say I'm surprise that she knows Tanner. I mean they're both populars in the campus, so their paths will eventually cross, but I didn't know that even my best friend was not immune to his charms. “From what I’ve heard he is a player. And not just in soccer.” I warned her but then she smiled at me. Her devilish smile, that I knew she was about to do some thing really crazy.

“What about them?” “I can help you,” I pressed, feeling a surge of renewed hope. “I can tutor you. Your grades are slipping, aren’t they? You could lose your spot on the team. I’m good at this, Kael. I can get your grades up. I’ll make sure you keep your scholarship. I’ll make sure you don’t lose everything you’ve worked for.” He remained silent, his gaze unwavering, studying me intently. The silence stretched, tense and heavy. I held my breath, waiting. This was it. My last shot.