Becky Rose held her midterm math test. The F was circled in red as though she could miss the fact that she sucked at math. She had no idea why she needed algebra to be a Dietician, but it was required and she was failing miserably.
"Goddammit!" She exclaimed dropping the paper to her side.
She looked around for an answer as though someone might be posted at the exit of every lecture hall in case someone failed. It seemed like a good idea to her at the time...
Becky trudged her way to the student center to speak with a counselor. She needed help soon or she would fail the entire class. Matt Stone was only a year older than she but his twenty seemed much more mature than her nineteen.
"How can I help you, Becky?" Matt asked as she stomped into his office.
"I need help!" She cried, thrusting the paper out for him to see.
She slumped into a chair in front of him and looked away not wanting to see his disappointment.
"Wow, I thought you were doing good. What happened?"
"I failed, I suck at math, I suck at life, and I suck at everything else!"
"Well, you're here now! You don't suck at asking for help!"
"That's like literally the one thing it sucks to be good at!"
"Have you thought about a tutor?"
"Oh my god, could you?" She asked secretly hoping he'd agree.
Becky had the biggest crush on Matt Stone. She even wrote her name out Becky Stone several times in various notebooks to test the sound and look of her potential new last name. Matt was studying to become an aerospace engineer, he was really smart and good-looking.
"Not me, I'm way too busy with everything I've got going on."
"Like who then? I don't know anyone else!" Becky said slumping back in the chair.
"My buddy Terrel does tutoring. He's super smart. I could give you his number if you want."
"I'm desperate, anything will help I'm sure!" She said pulling her phone from her bag to enter the number.
Becky dialed the number as she strolled to the bus stop. The line rang three times before he answered. She explained her situation, discussed her goals, and decided to meet for an assessment later that night.
Becky had to run home to tell her parents the good and bad news.
"I'm failing math Mom, but I've got a plan!" Becky said handing the midterm test to her mother.
Becky's father was in the living room with a cold beer in one hand and a remote in the other. He usually only interacted with her when he needed something from her. It was her mother she had to convince to pay for a tutor.
"Yeah, and how much is this going to cost us? We're already pretty tight as it is Honey. You might have to get a job to help out some!" Brenda said shaking the failed exam.
"Well, he'll be here in thirty minutes. I'll let you know what he says okay?"
Becky snuck up to her room to get ready. It wasn't that she didn't feel cute enough already, she just wanted to make the right kind of impression about her needs. She needed to pass her math class, but she didn't need to spend a lot on tutoring. She didn't want to have to get a job to pay for it all if she didn't have to.
Becky brushed out her long red hair then pulled it back to keep it out of her face. She wasn't a natural redhead, she just found she got more attention with red hair. She touched up her makeup and added a little more blush to hopefully give the illusion of innocence.
She swapped her jeans and white button-down blouse for yoga pants and a tank top. She skipped the bra and panties to display her assets and hopefully give her better access. Her large teardrop-shaped breasts strained the fabric on her chest, and her black yoga pants stretch so tightly across her juicy ass that she could just make out her ass crack. Her ass was what most guys noticed first, and as long as this guy wasn't gay... he'd notice it too.
She heard the knock on the door and checked her phone. He was right on time, not a minute early or late. Becky could hear her mother talking to someone and then the door closing.
"BECKY, YOUR FRIEND IS HERE!" her mother screamed in a shrill voice.
"Jesus Christ Mom, she whispered, checking herself in the mirror again.
"COMING MOTHER!" she yelled back.
Becky gather her math books and trotted down the stairs. She could see Terrel sitting at the kitchen table. He was a good-looking man, well built and dressed as though he'd just come from the office. His dark curly hair was cut short on top of his head. All of that was secondary to his eyes.
Terrel's gray eyes stood out the most. She tried to take him all in but her eyes were drawn to his and she couldn't look away.
Becky dropped her books on the table and sat down next to him. She couldn't take her eyes off of him and offered her hand for a shake.
"I'm Terrel, it's nice to meet you," he said holding her hand a moment longer than he should!
"Becky, but I guess you knew that..." she said letting her hand linger a bit.
"So, let's figure out where you're at and what we need to work on okay?" He said handing her a test similar to the midterm she'd just failed.
Becky was lost, so completely lost but she'd forgotten Terrell was even sitting there watching her. She jumped when he touched the small of her back and told her to stop what she was doing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..." he said pointing at the problem she was fighting with.
They locked eyes and she couldn't look away. It was as though he was peering into her soul, searching out her deepest secrets and desires. His pupils expanded as his iris contracted. The colors shifted through a spectrum of greys and blues. She was lost in his eyes.
"Does that make sense?" he asked.
"Um... not really," she said noticing his eyes wandering down to her breasts.
