12 comments/ 46096 views/ 5 favorites Tutor for a Day Ch. 01 By: gunshotglitter77 He stood in the doorway blocking it with his body. He leaned, relaxed as if he owned the not just hallway but, the entire school. I stood just outside the classroom waiting, praying for him to move, but he didn't. He just stood there staring at nothing, taking in everything. He smiled at some giggly girl who asked him to move. "You're in my way Mikey", she said. Her face flushed, her eyes avoiding his glance. "My bad", he said, flashing that heart stopping smile again. She hurried past him as if the building were on fire. I knew the panic that she felt very well. He was an easy 6 feet with a medium build that was easy to see even through his baggy shirt and loose fitting jeans. His skin was a creamy color that was neither pale nor tan, but with a slight pinkness made him look more innocent than he was rumored to be. Michael had shoulder length jet black hair than hung in loose spirals as if the angels had roller set his hair in Heaven. He had the longest eyelashes that I had ever seen on a man. His eyes slanted slightly, just enough to keep others guessing at his derivation. If one dared, they could look at his eyes, but they were such a clear, bright, startling blue that most people didn't look directly into them. I guess that most people would say that he was beautiful, well at least everyone that I knew, saw or heard of thought that he was gorgeous. It wasn't just his looks that made students and teachers stop and stare. It was the way that he moved. He had a grace that was beyond his 18 years. He was not awkward or clumsy. He practically floated through the halls. There was none of the usual teenaged shuffling, no, he moved as if every cell in his body was in perfect accord with the universe. I had never seen him stumble, trip or drop anything. He didn't drag his feet, but his step wasn't noticeably bouncy either. I swear, he glided, and to my mind, he always moved in slow motion. Mikey, as everyone affectionately called him, or Miiikkkeeeyyy, always wore a wallet chain that dangled down his leg, near his near. Never in my life have I wished to be a linked metal chain more. Most people would expect him to be conceded and cocky since he constantly had girls and guys telling him that they wanted him, but I never saw even a glimmer of boastfulness in him. He was humble, almost to be point of being insecure and he was really nice to everyone, from the most popular, to the geekiest. You would have thought he'd have an entourage of worshippers to follow him around and heed his commands, but he was basically a loner. His loner status only added to the mystic and charm that made most of the school sick with want for him. He was still standing in the doorway when the bell rang. Why is he just standing there? I thought. I had no choice, I had to walk past him and soon, or I would be late for class! So I took a deep breath, pushed my glasses up on my nose and attempted to pass. Just as I tried to slide past him, he spoke to me. "Hey Tia, can I borrow a pen?" I was floored. He said my name. Pen? Suddenly I couldn't remember what a pen was. My stomach knotted instantly as I tried to clear my mind but then I made a big mistake. I looked up into the blue jewels of his eyes. He was smiling. I was frozen. A dull thought in my mind returned, pen? I vaguely processed that the two plastic things in my hands were pens. "Here", I said, opening my sweaty palm to him. His hand touched mine as he took the black pen. "Thanks, I'll give it back to you after class", he said. And there was that smile again with the flash of perfect white teeth. Class was hard. I could not concentrate. Mike sat two rows away and in the front. I spent the entire class staring at the back of his head, watching tendrils move slightly as he took notes. Right when Senor Mario was conjugating past tense verbs I started to fantasize. I thought about what it would feel like to kiss Mikey and what his mouth tasted like. I decided that it tasted like cherry since that was my favorite flavor. By the time that the bell rang again, I was naked in my mind and giving Mikey the best brain job of his life. My panties were soaked. And there he was, at my desk to return my pen, and he was talking to me again. I must tell you that it is very difficult to hold a conversation with someone after you have spent the previous half hour imagining them in lewd sex acts. All I could do was look at the floor as the shame burned into my face. I couldn't concentrate on a single thing that he said. The heat of his presence was burning a whole straight into me. "Hey, are you okay? You look sick. Do you want me to walk you to the nurse?" He whispered. My brain was screaming for me to look at him or say something. My mouth was stuck, my stomach was churning double time and the insides of my thighs quivered. I managed to mumble that I was okay and just really hungry. I told him that I didn't think that I would be able to make it until lunch with no food. I was aware that my hands were continuously tucking my hair behind my ears as I spoke. Nerves, pure nerves. "I get like that sometimes too, he said as he opened his backpack and grabbed something out. "Here, eat this", he said, handing me a granola bar. "It will hold you until lunch." I almost cried, really, how freaking sweet could he be. I mumbled thanks as I took the bar from him and our hands touched again, making me shiver slightly. I wanted to leave so that I could be early for my next class, but he was still standing by my desk staring at me. "Oh, here's your pen and thank you. I always lose all of mine." He held the pen out to me still assaulting me with his warm smile. "Keep it", I said. "I have plenty." He smiled and tucked his hair behind his ears. I nearly fainted from the sexiness of that movement. "Um, Tia? This is going to sound weird considering that we don't talk much, but Senor Mario suggested that I ask someone in the class for help before the final. He said that I should pick someone who takes their work seriously and someone who really understands the material. So, I was wondering if we could maybe study together? I know you probably think that I am just some stupid jock wannabe who tries to get people to go their work for them, but I'm not! I have been really trying hard in this class and I have never, ever asked anyone to do my work for me. He looked down at the floor, completely flustered. I just sat there silent, not knowing how to respond to his outburst. "I just need some help" he continued. "Real help, not someone who will do the work for me because they thing I'm good looking." My mouth would have been on the floor if I wasn't frozen to my seat. My brain commanded my mouth to move and say the following: "Of course I will help you, meet me in the library after 7th period. We can go over a few things and see what you need help with." I don't know how I was able to say it, but I did. He thanked me again and said that the granola bar would help me. I watched him as he walked out of the classroom and I felt his heat and warmth go with him. My day was a blur after my encounter with Mikey. Talk about being distracted. I walked into the wrong class three times that day and left my back pack in the class twice. Everything that anyone said to me was a jumble of mush. The only thing that I could hear was his plea for help replaying in my head. He asked me to help him! No one would ever believe me. Of course I ate the granola bar that he gave me. I ate it slowly, letting each bite turn to mush in my mouth before swallowing. I also saved the wrapper. There were five minutes to go in the 7th period when I had a total panic attack. I realized that I would be alone with Michael and I would have not choice but to talk to him. The final bell rang and kids rushed from their classrooms with the usual post school day zeal. I on the other hand, had to drag myself from the bathroom stall where I was hiding. Maybe he would ditch the study session or have to reschedule, that would have been great. I would be off the hook at least for the day, but when I rounded the corner and looked through the double glass doors of the library, he was there. He was standing by the information desk reading the bulletins. I stopped and watched him as he mouthed the words and used his finger as a guide to read the flyers. He looked completely adorable! He must have sensed me watching because he looked up and saw me staring. I was caught, there was no way to deny that I was staring, but he didn't say anything he just walked over to me. "Thank you so much for coming, I was afraid that you would think I was dumb for asking you for help and that you would bail on me". His eyebrows furrowed slightly when he said this, making him look really serious. "What would make you think that I think you're dumb. I don't think that you are dumb. Everyone needs help sometimes, everyone!" I tried to use my words to ease his ego, but I just felt really stupid. I didn't know how I would be able to be alone with him without him seeing my hand shaking or hearing my heart pounding. And how, oh how would I be able to explain the drool coming from my mouth every time I had to look at him? This was my dream and my nightmare and it was coming true. He reserved a study room which was no more than broom closets with desks that measured approximately 4x4. They didn't even have PC connections. There was a standard wooden desk and two chairs as well as a lone window that faced the football field. We had a clear view of football practice but I wouldn't have cared if the National Hunk of Burning Love team was out on that field, my whole world was in that room. The tight configuration and the fact that we were there to study meant that we would probably touch before the session was over. Oh my heart, my chest, my head. I suddenly had a throbbing pounding headache. The pounding in my temples matched the drum of my heart and the room began to spin. "You have that sick look again", he said as I flopped in the chair to keep from hitting the floor. "Did you eat lunch?" "Yes", I mumbled. "Well do you need a soda or a snack or something, I have one if you want it." He pulled a diet soda and a bag of potato chips from his back pack and opened them. We both glanced at the "No Eating or Drinking" sign and laughed. I drank some of the soda and ate a few chips while he got settle next to me and pulled out of his books. I was sitting as far from him as I could and keeping my eyes on the desk as not to stare. "Do you feel better? You look at little better", he said while peering down at me and trying to look into my downcast eyes. "Yeah, a little", I mumbled again, feeling completely stupid. Why couldn't I just sit there and talk to the boy like a normal person. He was going to start to think that I was crazy if I didn't get myself together. "I'm hypoglycemic so I have to eat like every 2 hours or I will get completely nauseous and dizzy, kinda like you just did. You should have your doctor check you out. They wrote me a note saying that I can have food in class and everything. It's a sweet deal. You really should see someone. I mean, you don't want it to get so bad that you pass out, right?" He was really concerned about me and I just couldn't form the words to tell him that my "condition" wasn't medical, but emotional. I couldn't tell him that he was the cause for my "sickness". So I just agreed with him and said that I would talk to my doctor. "Well I guess we should get started", he said after and awkward 2 minutes of silence. He scooted his chair closer to mine and slid the Spanish text book toward me as he leaned in. I could smell his scent when he moved closer to me. It was a mixture of cologne, strawberry candy and his natural odor, which combined with the heat of his body near mine made me feel dizzy again. We began the stud session with masculine and feminine nouns. I quickly realized that one of his issues was one that most people have when studying romance languages. He confused the articles that went with some of the nouns. I showed him some of the tricks that I used to remember exceptions to the el and la articles and we made reminder cards for him. It was strange, but once we started talking about schoolwork, I was able to focus and my nervousness faded some. He was on my ground now. An hour had flown by once we got in the groove and we were both reluctant to stop. He was a willing student; he listened closely to what I said and took notes. We progressed well and he was really grasping the concepts, but by the end of the second hour we were both mentally drained and starving. At the tale end of present tense verb conjugation he put his head on the desk and sighed loudly. "Tia, I need a break, I'm going to barf if I don't eat soon and my ass is getting numb from sitting here. How do you study like this for hours and hours? You are really focused, I can see why you get such good grades." He turned his head to look at me from beneath his folded arms and I thought this must be what he looked like when he was little. I just stared at him for a moment memorizing the cute puppy look on his face. My trance was broken when he grabbed the soda can and drained it without a second thought to the fact that I had been drinking from it as well. "Um, sure, we should probably call it quits for today anyway. I know that I can be a bit of a drill sergeant at times, I just get in the mode and the hours fly by. See I'm an absolute hardcore dork." I shut myself up and this point because he was just staring at me and I felt myself starting to ramble. "You are not a dork! You are very smart and intelligent and I wish that I had the focus that you have. You really should put yourself down like that. You are a good and wonderful person, never let anyone tell you different!" He was sitting straight up looking at me like he wanted to smack me. "You know", he continued, "You remind me of my mom..." As a side note this is not something that a teenaged girl wants to hear from a guy she is in love with. My displeasure with the statement must have shown because he started to back peddle. "No, not like you're old or anything, but your personality is like her. She's so smart and amazing but she has the worst self esteem ever! She is always down on herself and taking everything that everyone says about her to heart. And I hate it. I just want to scream at her sometimes. Fuck what other people think, just fucking be yourself!" So he's screaming at this point, and I'm just sitting there with no response. He put his head back down on the desk and sighed. "I'm sorry about that, I just get really pissed when I see wonderful people wasting away with self hatred. I hate when I do it to myself as well. It's just really stupid. Look, I'm starved and I so owe you one for helping me like this, so how about we go and get some dinner, my treat?" I wanted someone to shoot me in the face so that I would at least be able to blink. He wants to take me out to dinner! My mind was screaming. Okay so I had to calm down and think. Think of exactly what to say and how to play this. Play it cool, Tia, real cool. Act like you could care less that he is gorgeous and you want to do filthy things to him. Stop staring at him with that stupid look on your face. Move your mouth, say yes, yes to whatever he wants to do from this point on, no matter if it will compromise your morals and make you hate yourself later. I was able to force a weak "sure" from my lips. I also told him that I needed to call my sister to let her know that she didn't need to pick me up since he was going to take me home. I left my sister a text to let her know that a "friend" was going to bring me home later and Mikey and I gathered our stuff and walked out into the parking lot. It was 7:00 and the parking lot was almost empty except for a few teachers cars and some of the maintenance staff. I was glad that there weren't any students outside because I didn't want him to feel embarrassed about being seen with me. He didn't say much until we were in the car. He just kept looking at me, not smiling, or anything, just looking at me blankly. Finally when he started the engine of his 98 Camry, he said, "I didn't know that you had a sister. Does she go to school here?" As a note, no one knew that Tasha and I were sisters. We had the same mother and father and the same last name, but we certainly didn't look related. Tasha was petite, and cute. She had big hazel eyes, long dark brown hair which was always fly, and a body that was made for seduction. She was a diva. I was not. I was the chubby to her slim, the dork to her diva, the garbage to her goddess. When people found out that we were truly blood sisters, they usually laughed and told me that I got the short end of the stick in the gene pool. Tasha was a doll about the whole thing really. She always took up for me and had gotten into quite a few fights with people who insisted on picking on me. In short she was the beauty, so I had no choice but to be the brains. She never called me ugly and she wouldn't let anyone else do it either. She did however call me fatty on those rare moments when we fought. My only rebuttal was to call her stupid. "Yeah, my sister goes here, she's in 11th grade, I know that you know her, everyone does, Tasha Simmons." "Wow, that's your sister, I never would have guessed!" Here we go, here comes the "What happened to you" comments, and "How did you get so fat if you both have the same parents". "What is that supposed to mean!" I said with my defense mechanism all ready to go. "No, I'm not even saying it like that, it's just that you two are so different. She's loud and kinda wild action, and you aren't. And she dresses kinda um, provocatively, and you don't. She's is always in the halls hanging on someone's shoulder and you like to hang out in the library. You guys are different, not in a bad way, just really different." "Oh yeah and you forgot to mention that we look different too. Yeah, my sister is really pretty and I'm not, right? And she has lots of friends and I don't, right. And she has been to the prom 3 years in a row and I don't even know if I am going to have a date ever, right." Okay so at this point I was getting hysterical. I really wish that someone had been there to slap me and tell me to shut up, but there wasn't. I wanted to cry and that made me even angrier. I felt my face getting redder, I was holding my breath to keep from screaming at him and he just looked at me. "God, Tia, I am sorry if I hurt your feelings in any way. I didn't mean it like that! Not at all, actually I don't really care for your sister all that much, I don't like girls that feel like they need to hang all over guys to get attention. She tried that with me last year and it was a major turn off. Then she told everyone that I must be gay since I didn't respond to her advances. I thought the whole thing was stupid and immature. I was trying say that I think you are a way better person than your sister. You don't flaunt yourself around and force yourself on people, you just keep to yourself. I like that. I like you." Okay so by this point we are close to the restaurant, but I wanted this ride to go on forever. He likes, he said he likes me! My mind was doing flips and so was my heart, but I was conflicted as well. He likes me, but he's saying bad things about my sister. "Don't talk about my sister like that! You make her sound so one dimensional, like she is just some dense slut, she's not, you don't know her, and you don't anything about her. She's is confident and yeah, she likes to show off, but she's beautiful, she can do that. Where do you get off saying that you don't like her? You had one encounter with her and decided to write her off as a bad person, that's pretty shallow of you! Tutor for a Day Ch. 01 My desire for him was fading fast. I started to get madder and madder the more that I though about it. He was judging her and he didn't even know her. It was pretty pompous of his to tell me that he didn't like my sister, that's my sister and I'm not going to let anyone talk about her, especially not some guy! " "You know what?! Stop the car. I can't sit here and let you talk about my sister like that. Did you think that I was just going to agree with you? Did you think that I wouldn't go back and tell her what you said! Why would you even think that was cool?" "Um, I am really fucking this up, aren't I? I really did not mean to say that like it sounded, but it's the truth, your sister is not the nicest person. You are much nicer. I didn't mean to offend you with what I said, but it's true. She spreads rumors about people and makes fun of people. I don't mean to make her sound like anything, but I am only telling you what I have witnessed. Please don't be mad at me, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I just..." His words faded into nothing as we pulled up to Duncan's Diner got out of the car. We were both silent as we sat in the bright red booth and stared at the menus. I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't want to be mad, but I felt like I had to defend my sister, she would have done it for me. But on the other hand, some of the things that he said about her were true. And there were lots of people who told me that they didn't like her, but they were mostly girls so I figured that they were just jealous. We sat in silence, only speaking to order drinks and food, each of us stuck inside our own heads trying to figure out how to break the ice. Luckily, Mother Nature had mercy on us both, because right when the waitress came to bring our orders, the sky cracked open and it started to pour down rain. "Wow, look at that!" He said while pointing out the window like a little kid. "Whoa, it is pouring like crazy", I said, forgetting for a moment that I was supposed to be mad. "Damn look at those two, caught in the downpour." We both laughed at this couple running across the street laughing and holding hands. Both of them were completely soaked, but they didn't really care. They ran under the restaurant's front awning for shelter. When they were safe under the awning they grabbed each other and began a passionate kissing session that made both Mikey and I blush. We were both silent again, staring at the kissing couple, watching their tongues dance inside each other's mouths. "Have you ever been kissed like that?" Mikey asked in a hushed whisper. "No, never", I answered before I could think. "How about you? You ever been kissed so passionately that it made your knees buckle?" Whoa Tia, where did that one come from? Of course I started blushing instantly and began concentrating on dipping my fries in ketchup. "No, me either", he replied, while never taking his eyes off of the couple outside. "Nope one has ever kissed me like that." He sighed and turned away from the window. "Are you serious?" Of course I blurted this out before I could stop myself. I was in shock that no one had ever kissed him that way. He was gorgeous and could have any girl that he wanted and I am sure that they would have done anything dirty little thing that he asked, but he was sitting there telling me that he had never been kissed truly passionately. "I don't believe you! You have probably kissed tons of girls, and you are telling me that you have never felt passion like that with any of them. Yeah, right". "What makes you think that I have kissed a lot of girls? How many girls have you seen me with? None, right? You want to know why? Because I have only ever loved two girls in my life and one them is my mother. The other one, well we ended badly two summers ago, but she never kissed me like that. She never made me feel like she wanted me, desired me. We just used to..." Then he stopped talking and returned to staring out the window. The kissing couple was gone and the sun was peaking back through the clouds. I was so mixed up, I was still mad about the things that he said about Tasha, but I felt so sorry for him as well. What did he mean that she never made him feel wanted? What kind of twisted girl was this that would let a guy like him go? And what exactly was he about to tell me about what they used to do? I noticed suddenly that all of my anxiety about talking to Mikey from the previous days, months and years was fading. I had set up this image in my mind that he was untouchable, but now that I was sitting here with him, I saw that he was so vulnerable just like me, and it made me want him really, really badly. "Tia, I really am sorry about the things that I said about your sister, I just didn't know what else to say, I don't know how to talk to you. You are so smart and have it together. I feel really stupid sitting here right now talking about kissing and old girlfriends. You should just put me out of my misery and tell me to shut up. I really didn't intend for things to turn out this way. I really am not an asshole who goes around insulting people's family." He laughed a little, but he was sad too. "I know that you aren't an asshole, I know that you probably didn't mean all those things the way that they came out. I know that Tasha gets under people's skin sometimes, but she is my sister, and I love her and wouldn't have her change for all of the money in the world. She loves me just like I am, she protects me and watches out for me. Sometimes I feel like I am the little sister and she is the big sister. I call her my big little sister." After that we were talking again and laughing. I told Mikey that he should just talk to me like he would talk to anyone else, I was no different. He however insisted that I was different and that instead of hanging my head down, I should be proud of it. I wanted so badly to ask him about his ex and what they did together, but I just couldn't work up enough courage to do it. We ended up having dessert too, hot fudge sundaes and I tired my best to eat like a lady, but I ended up dripping hot chocolate down my chin and on to my shirt. "I am such a slob sometimes", I said as I wiped fudge from my chin and smeared the stain around on my shirt. Mikey watched me, but he wasn't laughing at my joke, he was staring at my boobs! I blushed again when I realized what he was doing. "What are you looking at, mister? Are you oogling my boobs you perv?" Of course I was laughing when I said this and totally didn't mind that he was looking. "Oh god, I am so sorry", he said, "but you have a fudge stain right by your nipple and I can't stop looking at it. I..." His voice trailed off again as I looked down at my nipples, which were sticking straight out in full salute, and sure enough there was a fudge stain right next to one. I got up quickly and ran into the bathroom. I stood there staring at my self in the mirror as I tried to clean the fudge stains off my shirt. My face was still flushed from constant blushing and my nipples were still sticking out straining against my shirt. I knew what was going on. His staring at me like that had made me horny. Or should I say hornier, because I was already horny. I was afraid to go back out to my seat. He would see my nipples. He would know. Then I thought, hey it doesn't matter, he doesn't care about you being horny, nothing is going to happen. So I went back and sat down. He had paid the bill and asked if I was ready to go. Oh no, I made him uncomfortable. So I just sucked up my feelings and prepared for him to drop me off at home. As soon as we got in the car it started to pour down raining again so when he pulled up to my house, which was only two blocks from the diner, he suggested that I wait in the car until the rain stopped. I couldn't look at him knowing that I was so aroused all of a sudden, so I looked out the window. "You have fudge on the side of your face", he said and he reached over and gently wiped the smudge off of my cheek. I wanted to melt into the floor, my nipples got harder just from that one touch and the wet stain in my underwear spread. I shivered a little. He didn't remove his hand after the smudge was gone, he continued to stroke the side of my face. I didn't move an inch or breathe. Oh my god! He's touching me! "Tia, look at me." His voice was different, softer, deeper, sexier. I was afraid to look, because if his face looked as lustful as mine, well then we were in trouble. I turned to him and he licked his lips. I looked away from him quickly, but he tilted my face towards him again and then he leaned over and...Kissed me! His lips were so soft and his tongue was moist and gentle not forceful. He used his tongue to caress the roof of my mouth slowly over and over which sent shockwaves down my thighs and to my privates. I was going to grab him and just hold him close to me, but he pulled away. "I'm sorry Tia, I don't know why I did that, I just...the chocolate on your nipple well I...it...it made me so horny. It's been so long since I've felt like this, since I've wanted someone, since I've kissed someone. I wanted to tell you that I liked you for a while, but I didn't know what you'd say. You always seem so above everything and I didn't think you'd be into me, but today I got to be close to you and see in your eyes and I think that maybe you want me too. If I am wrong, feel free to slap me for kissing you like that. If I am right, then kiss me again." Okay so, pause right here while I pick my entire jaw up off the floor. No, I was not dreaming, this really happened, he really said this. Of course I kissed him. Softly, slowly just like he kissed me, my tongue repeating the same movements that he used. My body moved on it's own to touch his face and feel his hair. He moaned when I finally touched him, the sound vibrated in my mouth and my thighs quivered. We kissed like that until we were sucking each other's breath and were panting for air. As we pulled away from each other we looked and both of our faces were nothing but passion and fire. I just sat there for a moment staring at him and the swelling bulge in his pants. He made no attempt to hide it. He was too busy staring at me. Now that he opened this secret box, I felt like I could ask him about his ex girl. "Mikey", I said as he took my hand and began kissing each finger and up and down the back. "Was your ex the first girl that you were ever with? I mean had sex with?" "Yeah", he said in between kissing my arm. "But she didn't love me, so it didn't feel very special. I didn't feel very special." "So you're saying that it wasn't good? You didn't enjoy it". Although I couldn't imagine sex not being good for him, what woman wouldn't crawl across hot coals to please him? "No, physically it was very good and she showed me a lot of things, but it wasn't special, not emotionally. Like, I didn't feel like she was making love to me, it felt like she was just going through the motions, like she didn't want to do it. I don't think she enjoyed it, but it wasn't because I didn't try. I mean she came a couple times, but there was not peace or joy about it, no love, just sex." "What do you think went wrong?" I was only able to mumble this because he was kissing my neck and down to my breasts and I could hardly breathe. "Well I think that she only did it because she was breaking up with me and knew that I didn't want to be a virgin anymore, so she gave me some pre-breakup sex to ease the blow, but it didn't. The break up still hurt, I really loved her. Or at least I thought that was love." He started sucking my nipples through my shirt and running his teeth lightly across them. I shivered violently then and moaned. "Where did you learn that, from her?" I moaned and gasped for air as wetness leaked down my legs. "Oh, I learned this from my brother. Oh and this too", he said as slowly slid his hand under my skirt and between my legs. He rubbed my private place over my panties and felt the wetness that had been plaguing me all day. "Wow", he said rubbing his finger over my most sensitive area, "you are soaking wet, I can't wait to put my tongue inside you." The words made my skin jump, "tongue inside you". I knew what that meant, but everything was glazed over at this point. I looked out of the window as he slid his fingers inside my panties and massaged slowly back and forth across the slickness. My skin was hot and aware of everything that he did. I was dazed and trying to remember exactly how we ended up making out in front of my house in the rain. I was sweating and moaning a little too loudly as he put a finger inside and used the others to rub my clit, I realized that we were outside where anyone could walk by and see me with my legs cocked open. "Oh Tia, you're so tight. Are you a...virgin?" I was pulled from my haze by his comment. "No", I laughed. "Why, were you hoping that I was?" "No, the only thing that I am hoping is that I can be with you soon." He slid another finger in, stretching me more. His finger work was starting to feel really, really good, but then I noticed my next door neighbor standing in her doorway staring at the car. I panicked. "Mikey, we have to stop, my neighbor is looking down here. She might see and tell my parents that I was making out in a strange car in broad daylight." This hauled him back to reality as well. He pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean. Then he kissed me again and said, "see, you taste good too, just like I thought". I was suddenly sober and thought about what was happening. "What are we doing here", I asked. "How did we get from barely speaking, to make out buddies in one day?" "I don't know, I have been wanting to talk to you for a while, I just didn't know how but when Senor Mario told me to get help with class I thought that would be the perfect excuse to get close to you. I have been dreaming of kissing you all school year and once I did, I couldn't stop. And now, well I want to do all of the things we do in my dreams." Slobber was coming out of my mouth at this point. "Why, why do you want me?" I said, but I was really only supposed to think it, not say it. "Why now? Where were you when I was lonely and dateless and ate lunch alone and didn't go to any of the dances because I didn't have a date? Why not tell me then! I want you to Mikey, but I'm confused, why me?" "Because I think you are beautiful", he said as he caressed my face. "And I may never get this chance again in life. We're graduating soon and I wanted to tell you how I felt before we both go away to school. I will be honest, I didn't expect to end up making out so soon, but you are so sexy and I want you so bad right now. No, I can wait until you are ready, but just let me kiss you." Now, I had two options, I could keep asking questions or I could go with the flow. The rational side of me said that this guy was just playing head games and wanted nothing more than sex and that was bound to get my feelings hurt. Miss Rational also said that I should stop now and not have sex with him because I didn't really know him. I mean he could have something or get me pregnant or my parents or sister could come home. Or what if he hurts me physically? But that was Miss Rational talking, now her arch enemy Miss Horny was telling me to go for it, just take the boy to your room and do the do. Miss Horny echoed what Mikey said, I may never have this chance again. I had better take it now. I was so stuck in my own head that I hardly registered that Mikey was kissing me again until I felt his kiss deepen and his tongue probe with more force. I noticed my neighbor was still staring into the car. "Let's go somewhere more private", I said to Mikey as I nodded towards my neighbor. Mikey smiled and bolted his car down the street before I could get my seatbelt back on. We kissed and fondled each other at every stop sign and light. We were both so worked up that Mikey was trembling and I was on the verge of tears. We got to Mikey's in 10 minutes, but it felt like 2 hours. He said that his parents were out for the evening and that his brother was away at school, so we had the house to ourselves. The knowledge that we would be all alone made the knot in my stomach tightened. I still had so many questions floating around in my head but every time that I tried to ask one Mikey would kiss me and it was the perfect way to shut me up. I don't remember any details of the house from that first visit because it seemed like a blur until we reached his bedroom. I was able to gather that it was big and well kept inside and out. We kissed our way up the stairs and across the threshold of his bedroom. It was very clean, his bed was made, his books and papers were neatly stacked on his desk. He was frantic, kissing me and pressing his rock hard groin into me. He was so aroused that his lips were quivering. I wanted to take it slow, make it last, I didn't know if I would ever be able to do this with him again. I was trying to force my mind to focus so that I could remember every detail. "Slow down", I said. "I'm not going anywhere, we have lots of time." He already had his hand up my skirt again, playing with my clit, making my knees shake. "I just want you so bad, I've been wanting you, dreaming about you, I can't believe that you are really here." I just stood there watching him watch me while he slid two and then three fingers inside me. He was opening me and I was squeezing him. My knees finally buckled and I started to slump, but he held me and withdrew his fingers which were dripping with my juices. He stood in front of me and removed his shirt in one deft movement. I stared up at his smooth, hairless, perfectly carved chest and abs and let my eyes wander over him for a moment. "You're perfect", I whispered, more perfect than I thought". He didn't say anything, he just slowly unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans revealing his thick, full erect 7 inches sans underwear. My mouth watered, never have I ever wanted to suck a guy off more in my life, but I was frozen. I just sat there staring at his thickness and the heavy looking testicles which I was sure were to the point of bursting with creaminess. My face was so flushed and I couldn't move, but I didn't want to take my eyes off of him. He pushed his jeans down and off of his hips and used his hand, still slick with my wetness, to slowly stroke himself. He moaned, I squirmed, my body was achy and feverish, my vagina quivered. "Touch me Tia, please", he moaned through his clenched teeth as he continued to stroke his cock. "I can't", I whispered. "I..." my voice cracked, my face burned scarlet with shame, want and desire. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest, then he placed his hand on top of mine and used it to guide me across the terrain of his skin. I found it hard to breathe as I felt his skin quiver at my touch. He held my hand over his nipples and I felt them harden as my fingers ran over them. "Don't stop", he said, "pinch them, suck them". His eyes were closed, he was lost in a private ecstasy. I reached up and pinched both of his nipples simultaneously. He groaned and shivered as his legs gave slightly. "Lay down on the bed and get comfortable Mikey". "Okay", he said, with his eyes glazed over, he was limp and dazed. He lay on the bed and slid down between his legs and came face to face with the object of my fantasies. "Mikey, it's so hard and big, and soft. I want to kiss it. Can I?" I was teasing of course and making sure to blow my breath on him with every word. I wasn't waiting for him to answer, I licked the head of his cock and sank my mouth down on him as far as I could. I didn't really know what I was doing, but this is how it always went in my dreams, so I just followed my instincts. I took him deep until I gagged. He clutched the covers at his sides and moaned loudly and I moved my mouth up and down on him and used my hand on his shaft as I had seen the girls do in the dirty movies. Tutor for a Day Ch. 01 "Is it good?" I asked in between sucks. "Yes, oh, yes". He breathed. I sucked him slowly and squeezed his cock harder with my hand. I felt his whole body tense and shiver like a mini seizure. "I'm going to come, Tia! Please, please, please." I moved my mouth from him and stroked his cock as come shot up out of him in spurts and his body shook violently. He cried out loudly in a long series of ohs and ahs as the last of his fluids ran down my hand. I had never seen anyone come so hard and been able to be that up close and personal. He covered his face with a pillow and I just sat on the floor between his legs trying to figure out what to do with my messy hand. "Um, Mikey, can I have a towel or something to wipe off?" He didn't answer me right away, he just lie there still and lifeless. I thought that he had gone to sleep. I was about to call his name again when he removed the pillow and I saw the tears in his eyes and his red, flushed face. "Mikey, what's wrong? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" "No, Tia, you did everything just right, too right. I just didn't want to be over so soon. It wasn't supposed to be over so quick. I wanted to please you and show you all of those things that I do in my dreams, but I just made a fool of myself. I feel so stupid." I lie down on the bed next to him and wiped my hand off on his shirt. I put my face close to his and kissed his nose and cheeks. "Is that what all these tears are for? You don't have to be embarrassed about that. It's not a big deal baby, we can go again as soon as you are ready. That is nothing to be upset over." "It's not just that", he said while wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. "It's just that I, it was overwhelming, being here with you is so intense. I just feel like I'm going to explode or implode and the only way that the feelings can come out is through tears. I know, you probably think that I'm a total wuss, but I don't know what else to do. I really like you and now that you are here in my bed I just want it to be good for both of us." "And it will be good baby, it already is, we can just take it slow, okay? We'll go slow this time. We were both so amped up before, but now that the tension is released, we can relax and enjoy it." I was massaging him as I said these words and he was kissing my neck and breasts. He continued kissing down my body and removed my shirt and bra in the process. He sucked my nipples until they were hard and throbbing and then he moved down to remove my underwear. "Tia, I need you so bad. You don't understand!" But I did understand, because I needed him too and knowing that he wanted me so bad made me crazy. He licked me slowly over and over using the entire surface of his tongue to lap from my opening to my clit. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey". His name became a song in my head. I felt the explosion building in my belly and spreading through my loins. "Oh oh, I think I'm coming", I moaned. I came right after that and I was shocked by how my body quivered all over and the delicious pleasure that radiated through me. Mikey licked the juices that spilled out of me. I was so sensitive after my orgasm and ready to feel him inside me. We were so in sync that he already knew that what I wanted. He moved up my body and on top of me and kissed me. I could feel his hard cock close to my opening, he rubbed it up and down my slit. He pushed the tip of his penis inside me and I felt us both shiver from the skin to skin contact. My mind was gone, I didn't even care that he was inside me without protection. I just wanted him to keep going. All of our health class lessons and statistics were suddenly lost. I moved my hips to push him deeper inside me. He went a couple inches deeper and held himself still. I felt my insides stretch to fit him. "Tia, baby, I can't believe it. I can't believe it's finally happening. You feel so good". He pushed all the way inside me then and held completely still letting us both adjust to the shock of full penetration. He hovered over me and stared into my face. I felt the tension in his arms as he supported most of his weight on them. I wanted to tell him that this was my dream too, but I couldn't even talk. I couldn't breathe. I just lay there under him and concentrated on how he felt inside me. I memorized the pain in my loins that mingled with the satisfied feeling of finally having him inside me and the feeling of fullness. My insides were clenching him without my permission, my body had a mind of its own and was going to do what it wanted. He was just lying still on top of me and I was waiting for him to move. My body craved movement, friction and thrusting. My hips started to move against him on their own, riding him from the bottom. He let me move beneath him for a while but he stopped me after a couple of minutes. "Hold on we should stop. We can't do this like this, I need to get a condom. I'll be right back." He pulled out and got up and left me; I felt his absence the same way that I had in the classroom earlier that day but only worse because I was empty inside and out. I saw him kick his pants off of his feet as he walked out of the room. I noticed that all of the questions in my head disappeared and it was quiet in my brain. It was body that was screaming. I started to rub my clit in anticipation of Mikey's return. It felt as if he were gone for hours but it was only actually a minute or two. He returned to find me in full masturbation mode. I was so into it that I didn't care if he watched me. He lay down on the bed next to me and opened the condom and put it on. I watched him put the condom on and it made the blood rush to my head as I thought of feeling him inside me again. I realized that my fingers were never really a substitute for the real thing. Mikey pulled my hand away from my vagina and sucked my fingers. He moved on top of me and penetrated me in one thrust. I cried out against him and I noted the change in the feeling. I could feel the condom inside me, not his skin. Something unknown in my body yearned to feel him without the condom, but I knew that this was not a good idea. Condoms were the right thing, especially for unwed teens. He was moving inside me with slow deep strokes. The slight ache inside me turned to pain as he thrust deeper and pushed his weight against me but I didn't complain. I wanted to relish every sensation even the uncomfortable ones. I wrapped my legs tight around him and grabbed his butt. I could feel the muscles of his ass flex with each thrust. I looked up at him for a moment as he looked down at me and we were caught in each others stare. The beautiful ice blue of his eyes was even more mesmerizing than before. We locked eyes for a moment that seemed to go on beyond us and it hit me that this is what making love was. It was to be caught inside the other person's mind, to see inside their soul. I saw myself when I looked into Mikey's eyes, but not the me that I would see in the mirror, this was a different me. She had to same face and body, but this me was beautiful and sexy, irresistible. "Is this how you see me?" I didn't mean to say this out loud, but there it was hanging in the air between us. "Yes, I have seen you this way since the first day. You are perfect. None of those other girls could hold a candle to you, not your sister, not anyone". Suddenly neither one of us could talk, the feeling that sucked us in became overwhelming. Mikey started to tear up again and I felt myself starting to get choked up as well. I closed my eyes and tried to focus, but the pleasure started to over take me as well and soon I was crying. Yes, tears and all, in fact I was bawling and he was too. Our tears mingled as we kissed and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm stirring in me. I started to move my hips in tandem with his movements. We were both thrusting faster as if we were racing to the finish line. Mikey opened my legs wider and pushed my hips up higher which allowed him to penetrate me deeper. I moaned and grabbed his back as he thrust harder, his body slamming against mine, and rubbing my clit with each movement. The bed springs squeaked loudly under us and the headboard banged against the wall in a steady rhythm as he thrust wildly into me. My vagina was clenching, my skin was quivering, my toes were curling and I was shaking. I knew that I would orgasm soon and in some part of my brain I got sad because it would be over. My focus was gone, everything became a blur. Mikey was lost in his own struggle with desire and release. Every inch of me was electric fire, my muscles locked and the fireworks in my head exploded as the wave of orgasm crashed down on me over and over and over. Mikey looked at me, he watched my face screw up and melt into a look of total shock. My body went slack as it attempted to recover from my orgasm. Mikey slowed his movements for a moment to allow me to regain consciousness. I started laughing and I can't tell you why, but when your body experiences something so intense it is kind of a shock and I didn't know what else to do but laugh. He smiled down at me and started moving again. It seemed as though my body was sucking him deeper inside, like it wanted to be permanently joined with him. I massaged my hands up and down his back to his butt as he moved. His movements were slower and more controlled but I could still feel his body starting to tense and shake. I lie still and really felt the way that his muscle quivered inside me and the way that his whole body locked against me as he came. I was sure that if he hadn't had the condom on I would have been able to feel his come inside me. I was saddened by the fact that I couldn't feel it, had never felt it. I felt Mikey's weight crash against me as he collapsed on top of me. I could still feel him tremble slightly as he buried his face in my skin. "That was better than I ever thought it could be, better than in my dreams. I want to do this everyday, all the time. I will never be able to lie in this bed again without thinking about making love to you, screwing you. I'm awake, right? I mean I'm not sleeping, you are here with me. This did happen." I just stared at him for a moment. He was worried, I could see it stretched across his face. "This is real Mikey, it really happened. We're here togther in your bed and we did make love. I can't believe it either but I can bet I will believe it tomorrow, well at least my body will." "I hurt you, I'm sorry, I didn't want to but I couldn't control it, I tried to be gentle, but my body took over and started doing things for me. I can make it all better later though." He smiled and kissed me as he pulled out and walked on shaky legs to the bathroom. I lay there looking around his room and I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that we were supposed to be study partners. I was breaking the main tutor rule. Don't have sex with your tutee. The questions in my head returned too. How did I end up in his bed? And would have more time to do it? Would we do it another time or was this just a one time thing? Would anyone ever believe that I sexed Mikey? I was pulled from my version of 20 questions by Mikey calling my name. "Tia, come here for a minute. I want to show you something". It wasn't until I got in his bathroom that I realized that I had to pee really bad. He was sitting in the bath tub as I danced my way to the toilet. I had been so stuck in my own thoughts that I hadn't noticed the water running or heard the soft music playing. I sat down on the toilet just in time for the burning, stinging feeling to hit me full force. "Ow, it hurts. I forgot how it feels after." Please note that I am sitting on the toilet in front of a boy that I was afraid to even speak to a few hours earlier. Ain't life funny like that. "Come here", he said as he held his arms out to me. "A nice soak in the tub will relax you and make it better". "Okay, just let me wipe and flush first." I sank down in the deep tub and fit right between Mikey's legs. The hot water and lavender bubble bath made me relax instantly, or was it him? We sat there in silence and he massaged my shoulders and back. My body enjoyed his attentions so much that I lie back against him and dozed off for a moment. I dreamt of us making love on his bed again, only this time both sets of parents walked in and watched. They all had popcorn and 3-D glasses and they gave us both a stand ovation when we climaxed. I was stirred from my sleep by the sound of water sloshing around. I opened my eyes and saw that Mikey was asleep as well, his head was cocked to the side and his arms dangled down the sides of the tub. I didn't know how long I had been sleeping but my hands and feet were wrinkled and pruned. "Mikey, baby, wake up. We fell asleep." He roused at the sound of my voice and smiled before he even opened his eyes. "I'm so tired," he said. "Tired but relaxed and happy, you know?" "I think that I should probably go now, it's getting late." I looked out the window and saw that it was getting dark out. "Well stand up and I'll wash you off and then we can have a snack and I'll take you home." I stood above him in the tub with my legs straddling Mikey. He took the washcloth and lathered it up. He started at my feet and soaped them as I lifted each so that he could wash them. We didn't talk, I don't think either one of us knew what to say. He washed up my legs inching closer and closer to my sacred place. I opened my legs more the higher that he washed. This was not something that I was conscious of at the time, but it happened. He soaped my upper thighs gently and I felt the yearning in my body increase. I couldn't believe it but I wanted him again. I looked down at him as he looked up at me. I watched him gently, slowly soap my pudenda. I winced a little since I was still tender. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I hurt you." He was very tender as he washed between my legs my pubic hair. He moved and stood up front of me to wash my upper body. I couldn't believe how he washed and caressed in between my fat rolls. He was not repulsed by them in the least. He pinched my breasts when he got to them. My body quivered again, remembering our previous session. Mikey kissed me deeply and whispered, "Turn around." I obeyed without a second thought and he repeated his washing process starting at my feet and working his way up. He soaped in slow circles around my butt and he inserted the washcloth between the crack. He pressed his finger in my opening and got the tip of his finger in. I winced again. "What are you doing?" I said as I looked back at him and noted his devious smile. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. I had to try it, I've always been curious. I probably should have asked first, huh?" "Um, yeah, that would have been nice. You can't just go around sticking your finger inside of people uninvited. How would you like it if I jammed my finger in your butt without asking?" "I would love nothing better than for you to do that. Just jam it in there. I don't care." He was laughing "Okay, I'll remember that for next time." It slipped out of my mouth before I could think. It just felt like a natural thing to say. I couldn't look at him after that. I was afraid of what I would see in his eyes or of what he would say. "yeah, next time. I would love for there to be a next time and a next time and a..." He kissed me then, right on both of my ass cheeks and up my back and on my neck. He turned me around and kissed my lips and eyelids. He started massaging my breasts, rubbing the soap in. "I'm all soapy, I need to rinse off." He pulled away and began dipping the washcloth in the water and rinsing my skin. Every time he went to wet the washcloth he kissed my lower legs and thighs, soon he was licking between my legs and making my legs buckle. "Mikey, we can't, I have to go. I have to get home, we don't have time". I couldn't protest anymore after that because my words got lost in the pleasure of my body. He ate me until my orgasm was near and I had long forgotten about going home. He stopped right when I grabbed his head a started pushing his head deeper. He pulled away from me, stepped out of the tub and walked back to his room. I followed because my body willed me, forced me to go. When I got to the doorway of his bedroom, he was already lying on the bed waiting for me. "I'm cold, come warm me up." He said as he held him arms out to me like a child. "You look too cute for words right now." I leapt over to the bed and into his arms. He was freezing and his skin was slightly damp from the rain. I held him tight feeling his cold skin touch mine. He shivered a little. "Poor baby, you're freezing, come under the covers and we'll get us both nice and warm." We bundled up under the covers like little children and lie there quiet for a while listening to each other's breath and heartbeats. "You are so soft and you smell so good, I love the way your skin feels, it's so smooth", he said while caressing my thighs. "You'd better stop it buddy before you get me all worked up again". "Mmmm", he moaned "I would love nothing better than to get you all worked up right now." He ran his hand between my legs and to my wetness pooling there. "You are so wet, you want it, don't you?" He kissed me then, deep full throttle on the tongue. "Tell me that you want it, tell me that you want me inside you, say it." He stroked my clit gently while simultaneously sucking my nipple, driving me crazy. I noted that he was talking dirty now and it made me hot. "I want it baby, I want you, I want you inside me , please!" "Mmmm, I want you too sweetie. It's all that I have been thinking about all day. Being with you, touching you, smelling you, feeling you, tasting you. I love it, it's my new drug." He kissed down my body moving lower with each phrase until he reached my quivering clit. "Can I lick you all clean, you're so messy down here?" He did lick me until I was a shaking quivering ball of flesh. I came hard from his tongue. He watched me recover from the throws of my private ecstasy, his eyes filled with lust. Everything was a blur as my heartbeat struggled to slow and my senses drifted down from the heavens. He laid close to me, out bodies barely touching and slowly began to stroke his cock. Watching him jerk off turned me on. He was teasing me, tormenting me with his desire and need for me. His cock was a beautiful, rock hard rod that curved upward toward his belly. It was thick and seemed to get thicker with each movement of his hand. I reached out to touch him, caress his chest. He moaned as I pinched his nipples. I could see how aroused he was, pre-cum leaking from him like a faucet. "See what you do to me?" He whispered. "See how you make me need you?" "I want to please you", I said. "I want to make you cum so hard. What can I do to please you? Whatever you want, anything." I knew that this was a brave offer on my part and rather bold and hasty, but I was caught in the moment, and I knew that he wouldn't ask me to do anything that would make me uncomfortable. He would take no pleasure in that. "Put your mouth on me", he said. I slid down his body slowly kissing and licking a trail past his sensitive nipples and following the dark patch of hair to his pleasure center. I took the tip in my mouth and sucked his pre-cum clean. "Oh, honey", moaned through his clenched teeth. "Don't stop". He caressed my head gently. I expected him to force me, but he didn't, he just stroked the top of my head and ran his fingers through my hair. Even as I took him deep into my throat and felt his hips flex in anticipation, he never forced my head down. "Tia, baby, I'm so close, stop, before I cum, I don't want to, too soon". He was really close, his whole body was tight, tense, poised to release a flood of cum, but I stopped when he told me to. I let him rest and recover for a few moments, without touching him. "Why won't you come in my mouth?" I asked and then I realized that I sounded like a total slut. I blushed instantly and hit my face in the pillow. He laughed softly and took my face in his hands. Tutor for a Day Ch. 01 "Don't ever be embarrassed about sharing your desires or fantasies with me. If you want me to come in your mouth, tell me. If you want to try it, we can, but I don't think that you would like it." "How do you know whether I will like it or not, do you know what it tastes like?" He looked me in my eyes and kissed me. Then he whispered in my ear, "yes, I know what I taste like, I have tasted my own come before. A couple of times when I masturbated I tasted it, I just had to know what it was like. It's a little salty, a little sweet, a little tangy. I like the way I taste." His revelation made me hornier. I probably should have been turned off by it, but I wasn't and that scared me a little. "Have you ever tasted another guy?" I asked as I noticed him stroking his cock again and staring at me. I was afraid that he would get mad at me for implying that he was gay, but he just smiled and answered me. "No, I haven't ever been with a man in any way like that." "Would you ever want to? I asked, noticing that I was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. "I don't know. I have thought about what it would be like to kiss another man and have him touch me, but I like girls, I wouldn't want a relationship with a guy. I just wonder what they feel like sometimes." His honesty was shocking, comforting and arousing all at once. I kissed him again slowly, taking care to thrust my tongue in and out of his mouth in a sex type motion. He moaned against my lips and pushed me back against the bed. He spread my legs and lay between them, still kissing me. He blindly reached in the nightstand next to the bed and got a condom out. I watched as he ripped open the package and slid the lubricated Trojan over his rod. My insides shook with anticipation. I needed him inside me, to feel his weight on me, to hear him moan and grunt with release. He positioned himself to enter me and leaned down to kiss me again. "Nice and slow", he whispered. I tensed a little when I felt him push against my opening. I was still very sore from earlier. He pushed the tip in and stopped. I felt him shiver slightly and moan. He waited a few seconds before pushing a few more inches inside me. I could feel myself stretching as my inside tried to adjust to his thickness. There was a surge of pain and he thrust the remaining inches inside slowly, gently applying more pressure. Once he was completely inside me he lay still for a minute or two allowing us both time to adjust the feel of our bodies together. It felt like he got harder, bigger once he was inside me. I was achy inside but I needed him inside me so badly that I didn't care. "You feel so big inside me Mikey, bigger than before. I feel you in my stomach, I feel you stretching me." He started to slow, shallow thrusts while I talked. "Is it too much, baby? Am I hurting you?" He asked, pleasure and concern joining in his gaze. "No, I just feel so, opened, but it only hurts a little. Just don't push too hard okay?" "I won't baby, I won't. I want to make you feel good. If I do something that hurts or doesn't feel comfortable, tell me, promise me, you'll tell me." "I will", I said, but I felt a pressure building in my guts, right where he was thrusting. It was pressure spreading out into warmth. I felt my muscles contracting around his slightly sending a vibrating pleasure through my belly down my spine. "That feels good, just like that". I put my hands of his ass to guide him to the right spot. "Right here", he said as he thrust deeper into my pleasure spot. My muscles clenched harder around him and the shockwaves of pleasure followed. "Yes", I moaned. "I feel you baby, squeezing me with that tight little kitty every time I hit that spot, feels good, huh?" he said as he attacked my spot with stroke after slow, deep stroke to my cervix and g-spot. I was no longer in control of my body, my inner walls and muscles spasmmed at an alarming rate. I quivered against Mikey and wailed nonsense sounds and words. I felt like the room was upside down and there was nothing I could do. The pressure in my belly was building and red hot fire that is radiating all over my body. I feel my body locking up as my millionth orgasm comes. "Mikey!", I screamed in a panic, "stop, stop it's too much, I can't, I can't." I was whimpering like a child. "It's okay Tia, look at me, it's alright baby, just let it happen, let your body have it's pleasure." With that he quickened his thrusts and my body locked from my eyelids to my toenails and...I came harder than I ever had before. When my muscles finally unlocked, I cried like a lost kid. Mikey held me and kissed my tears while he was still rock hard inside me. "It's okay, it's okay" he whispered as he caressed my face. We stayed still like that until the last sobs left me. "You didn't finish", I said. "Don't worry about me. It makes me feel good to see that you had such a fantastic orgasm. That was more than enough for me". He smiled and kissed me as he pulled out. "No, that is not fair. I should please you the same way that you please me. I want you to come in my mouth right now." I could see that just hearing me say the words turned him on. He pulled off the condom and kneeled in front of me with his hardness right against my face. I took him in my mouth just as I had done earlier but this time I took extra special care to make sure that I put as much of him deep in my throat as I could. I deep throated him 7 or 8 times holding him there until I gagged for air. He moaned and moaned my name until it was unrecognizable. I felt his body tensing and I knew he was very close. He started to pull away, but I held him inside my mouth as his body convulsed and the first jets of come hit the back of my throat. He flexed and pumped his hips a little as shot after shot of come when in my mouth. Some began oozing out of the sides as he shot faster than I could swallow. The jets slowed and stopped as his body continued to spasm and contract. I sucked the last few drops of come from him and released him as he slumped over and collapsed on top of me in exhaustion. Once again we had shocked each other to silence. He stared at me for a while and I realized that our bath time was in vain since we were both covered in sex funk again. "I need to eat again, I am completely drained. You must be hungry too." He said as he got up from the bed and started towards the door. I would have loved nothing more than to stay the night with him but I knew that was impossible. I pulled myself from the bed as well and began picking up my clothes from the floor and dressing. "Let's have a snack before you." He was being so causal about the whole thing as if we had actually spent the evening studying and not screwing each other to oblivion. "Okay, but I need to go home right after or my parents will be pissed." And that was all we said to each other. We were silent as we ate our peanut butter and jelly and on the drive to my house. I began to wonder if it had all really happened. I mean maybe I just daydreamed it all and the day really ended after we left the library. Maybe he dropped me off at home and I took a nap and just dreamed about making love to him. But the ache between my legs and in my thighs told me that it did happen. I could almost still feel him inside me. I wanted to tell him that he was great, that I really, really liked having sex with him, but we were awkward now. We were more awkward than before we started talking. We were both stuck inside our own heads and I had a fresh batch of questions plaguing me. Did he like it? Did he still like me? Does he think that I am a slut? I mean I did and said all of those nasty things, he probably thinks that I am a total whore. Will he just act like normal at school tomorrow? Will he talk to me? He didn't even look at me until we pulled up to my house. I noticed that the living room lights were on. They were probably about to have dinner. My sister was probably on the phone and my little brother was most likely playing video games. Life was normal in my house and here I was about to walk in completely different. I was a woman now, wasn't I? He turned to me and kissed me slowly, passionately. He looked into my eyes and started to say something but then stopped. He just stared at me for a long moment so much that it made me turn away from him. "Tia, thank you for helping me with Spanish. I had a wonderful time with you. Um, I'll see you in school tomorrow, okay?" Then he got out of the car and opened my door to let me out. That was it. He acted like we weren't even together in the heat of passion just a few minutes before. I'll see you tomorrow! He didn't even offer to call or give me his number. I got out of the car and started to walk away, anger was showing on my face. I felt tears start to well up. He grabbed the strap of my bookbag and pulled me to him to hug me tight. "Tia, I just don't know what do to now or what to say. Everything is the same but so different. I just don't know what to do." He was nearly sobbing and squeezing me tighter. "Don't do anything." I said as I pulled away from him and walked up to my house. I didn't look back but I heard his door slam and his car peel off my block. I realized that I wasn't in trouble when I walked in because no one even asked me where I was. They had just assumed that I was at a late study session and that was all. I didn't want any dinner. I took a shower and went straight to bed. I slept like a log until 3 am when I awoke from a dream of a million tongues licking me all over. I was sweating a shivering when I woke up. I felt the tenderness between my legs and remembered my day with Mikey. How would I ever be able to look at him again? What would I say to him in school. I decided that I would just play it cool. If he didn't say anything, I wouldn't either. Maybe it was just one of those things, a jump off. Maybe he didn't like me as much as I thought, maybe it was just a one time sex thing. Don't catch feelings I thought. I ended up repeating that to myself all night as I replayed and analyzed everything that Mikey had said to me. I ended up staying awake until my sister's alarm went off at 7 am. I had contemplated playing sick and staying home, but I wanted to see exactly how Mikey would act now that things were different. I got dressed and rode to school with my sister as usual but everything was different. Everything that my sister babbled about seemed stupid and trivial. My breakfast tasted bland and even the sun seemed a dimmer shade of yellow. What's wrong with me? I thought. By the time that we got to school I was sure that I was going to go to the nurse and get a pass to go home. I couldn't be there, not today. I couldn't walk those same halls and see those same people when everything about me was different and I certainly couldn't go to Senor Mario's class and see him. No, I would fake sick and go to the nurse right after homeroom. That was the plan. I went to the nurse's office with my "stomach cramps" story in tact. She let my lie down on the cot through first and second periods but when I tried for third period she saw through my rouse and told me to go to class. She checked my temperature, which was perfect and signed my hall pass. Shit, shit, shit third period, Spanish! Mikey! No! I seriously considered cutting, but I had never cut a class in my life and I wasn't going to do it in the tale end of my last year. I rounded the corner to Senor Mario's class with my stomach in knots. I did not want to see him. Maybe he didn't want to see me either and decided to stay home, that would be terrific, but no dice. There he was standing in the doorway the same as the day before, but this time he was scanning the halls looking for someone, me? I watched him for a moment and realized that I wasn't breathing. He was as beautiful as before, even more so because I knew what his skin felt like, his kiss, I knew how he felt inside me. I felt as though I were melting as I looked at him. He turned his head in my direction and smiled slightly. The warning bell rang, I had no choice but to go to class and in a replay of yesterday's events, I would have to walk past him to do it. I walked up and stood at his side. I wanted to simply slide past him as if I were invisible, but that was impossible. He was staring at me as I squeezed past him. I made sure to make my body as small as possible and press myself into the opposite side of the door frame, but my efforts were in vain because our hands grazed as I passed. The shock of our bodies touching made me shiver, that one touch brought all of the feelings and pleasures of the previous day flooding back to me. I froze for what seemed like forever, I stood there staring at him, the air between us was loaded with questions and longing but we said nothing. The same giggly girl from the day before pushed past me while grinning at Mikey. I used her as a shield and moved past him and on to my seat. I sat down and took out my books as the final bell rang and I noticed him still standing in the doorway. I locked eyes with him again and didn't not turn away, instead I looked at him and saw his fear for the first time. The world froze and the space between us seemed more than a few feet, more like a universe. I wanted more than anything to go to him to heap my questions on him, but I was glued to the seat unable to think as I watched him walk away from the classroom.