My Favorite Tutor

All character over the age of eighteen.

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I'll never understand how I seem to find myself in these situations. A few minutes ago, I was minding my own business, grabbing my textbook for my next class and then, wham!

I'm sprawled out on the floor.

My eyes took a minute to adjust before Bentley came into focus standing over me. He quickly donned a somewhat passably innocent face as the crowd of students and teachers in the hall all turned to witness new drama. Ever the thespian, Bentley managed to convincingly win over our audience with his outstretched talon, pulling me up from the floor.

"Hey man, you alright?" He asked, not even caring enough to hide his smug grin. "You need to be more careful. Haha. These floors are real slick, ya know?"

Mrs. Pritchard, the vice principal, strode through the crowd like a woman on a mission, but stopped short thinking it was all just an accident. "All right everyone! Get a move on. Class isn't going to wa..." The bell rung, interrupting her speech, signaling the onlookers to scurry away.

Bentley released his overly tight grip, staring over his shoulder to smirk at me as he walked off.

"You okay George?" Mrs. Pritchard asked.

I couldn't help myself. "You know that was all bullshit right?! Ugh. Mr. Freaking Popular."

"Language George!" Mrs. Pritchard chastised.

I didn't care anymore. Nonsense like this was more normal than I could tolerate anymore. "One of these days, I'm going to fix this shit. None of you seem to want to. It sucks and I'm tired of it." I started walking off without waiting for a reply.

Mrs. Pritchard followed hot on my heels, maintaining the pretense of chastisement even though she saw the signs the same as I did. "If I have to tell you one more time George..." She left it open ended, stopping a few feet from my next class.

"I know. I know." I faced her once more before walking into the classroom, "Language." I scoffed, skulking through the door.

That was the way my life went. I kept a low profile, not because I wanted to, really just because it kept me sane. But even still, shit happened.

So I kept to my mantra, "be at peace, until peace isn't an option."

Bentley made me think twice, mind you, on more than one occasion, but every dog has his day. He'd stepped on my toes more than once, so now it was game on, and this girl was just the start.

I reminded myself not to go off for the second time as his tutor/victim/fucktoy, Bethany, coughed again, pushing past the gagging sensation of my cock lodging itself in her throat.

"You're good at that." I intoned, hand gripping her hair none too gently. "Did you do what I asked?"

Bethany was perfect for my little revenge plot. She was subtly gorgeous, downplaying her features to showcase her intellect, but supremely attractive when she wanted to be. She kept to herself, like me, for the most part, and had I not caught Bentley going to town on her after class last week, I wouldn't have known she was capable of something like this. More than capable, I also wouldn't have known he was using her to make his grades.

She nodded exaggeratedly on my member and then let herself loose, saliva and precum extending from my glans to her lips. "Mhmm. Every word was straight from cliff notes." She grinned excitedly, almost as happy to be a part of my plot as she was to be on her knees.

I gave her a return smile as I put her back to work trying to get me off. "Good girl. It serves him right. Mmm. You shouldn't be doing his homework for him. Fuck. You're better than that."

Something spurred her on, taking me further and faster, both hands working a corkscrew on my shaft in cadence with her warm, wet mouth. I wasn't sure if it was the praise I'd given her, or she misunderstood my comment, but this girl was working for it. Who knows, maybe she thought I was criticizing her deep-throat skills.

I wasn't. "That's so good baby. Fuck. You're incredible." I was at my limit, she really knew her way around the male member. "Here it comes." Either way, she was showcasing her hidden talent with gusto.

I warned her of my impending gift, knowing it wouldn't stop her, and loving that about her. The sensation gave me chills throughout.

By and large, she deserved what she got in that moment. She'd worked hard for it, but I'm not blind. She deserves better than I was giving her too.

Watching her swallow, grinning at me and wiping her lip with a finger, yeah, she deserved more than what I had on offer.

But I wasn't going to pass her up either. A sneaky blowjob in the front office, everyone else in class, and her smiling, knowing she'd got one over on the school bully at the same time, this one was a gem.

A glazed gem, coughing up cum and scraping up her knees, sure, but a gem regardless.