Team Tutor
Sharon has always been a smaller woman at 5'3". In her college days, she would have been petite had she not been shaped like Kim Kardashian before the Kardashians were a thing, and Sharon was all natural! Even then she was curvaceous with a large round ass, wide hips, and a tiny waist. Her C-cup boobs suited her perfectly with dark, silver-dollar nipples. She had dark brown, almost black, shoulder length hair and large brown eyes.
She was as beautiful as she was a handful to deal with. Raised in a small town by parents who doted on her, she just knew she was a prize. She wore her southern belle and Baptist sensibilities on her sleeve, ready to criticize girls who didn't behave appropriately. Privately, she was eager to be sexually active, however earnestly she professed her guilt at having those thoughts and after each act.
As a 19-year-old college sophomore, that internal tension led her to break up with her first serious boyfriend. Having whined to him about causing her fall from grace numerous nights after begging him to ravage her, she ultimately and ironically decided that she was in her sexual prime and shouldn't be tied down to a single lover. It was now or never, and she cut the boy loose so that she could cut loose! She had a few dates over the next few months, but it didn't lead to much more than some heavy petting, a couple of one-night stands, and sex one drunken night with one of her old boyfriend's pals.
Things changed in her junior year, when a hulking guy walked into her Poly Sci class and sat beside her, barely able to squeeze into the desk. Sharon didn't need anyone to tell her that the football team's starting center was going to be in her class and sitting right next to her two days a week! If there was anything she loved as much as judging other people and being fucked, it was college football, and she knew everything there was to know about every player on the team. She was determined to get to know this big fella but was too star struck to do more than bat her eyes at him or "accidentally" hike her skirt up to show more leg a few times.
Matt first noticed her after she'd spoken up in class a few times, obviously having read the textbook or at least paid attention to the professor. After class the second week, he nudged her as they walked down the hallway, "Hey there, pretty girl. You sure seem to get this stuff."
Sharon took a sharp breath, thinking in a panic,
Don't say anything stupid!
She looked up at him sweetly and said, "Oh, Matt. It's not so hard, mostly common-sense stuff."
"You know my name?" he asked, surprised.
She answered without missing a beat, "Of course. Who wouldn't? Most important part of the O-line! You should have started more last year!" She cringed after blurting that out.
He nodded, "Yeah, right?! I think so too! So, uh, I don't have a tutor for this class like I do the others for some reason. Think you could give me some help? I don't really have time to read all this stuff, and the homework doesn't make sense to me."
She blushed and giggled like a high school girl, "Why I'd love to help one of our champions! My name is Sharon, in case you don't know."
He stopped and wrote on a piece of paper. Handing it to her, he said, "Alright, Sharon. Here's my room and phone number. You know where the athletes' dorm is, right?" She nodded and he asked, "So, we have a lot of film stuff to do after dinner, and I can't really meet up until 9pm. Is that ok?"
She smiled and batted her eyes, one hand pressed to her chest, "Sure that's ok. I'll finish my other homework earlier and meet you there... and of course I know where your dorm is! Want to meet on every class day to stay ahead of things?"
"Sounds cool. I'll see you tonight, then, and thanks," he said, pulling her into a friendly side-hug, her head at his chest level.
She almost skipped back to her dorm, excited to spend time with a real, starting football player! She spent the next several hours laying out clothes and trying to decide what to wear, finally deciding to wear her outfit from class and try not to seem too eager.
Her heart was racing as she walked into the dorm - the place where all the team's legends from the last 20 years had lived! It was still racing when she knocked on his door. Already open, it swung further open, and she saw him propped up on his bed, back against the wall and watching TV. He was wearing a team T-shirt and gym shorts.
She already knew that he was a big boy, but he looked even bigger dressed like this. Although he was thick around the middle, his arms, legs, and neck looked like tree trunks, and his chest looked like a bull's. Sitting the way he was, she could also see right up his very loose shorts to what appeared to be an impressively thick package resting on his thigh.
Surprisingly agile, Matt jumped up, turned the tube off, and said, "Oh, hey Sharon! Thanks for coming! Where do you want to do it?"
"Oh my," she said, fanning herself in mock embarrassment. Batting her eyes and laughing, she said, "I thought we were just going to study, or I would have dressed for the occasion."
He stood and blinked. Realizing his accidental double entrendre, he then eyed her up and down, checking her out for the first time. Nodding his head, he said, "That does sound like a good way for me to pay you back for your help, now that you mention it. I might be kinda big for a pretty little gal like you though."
She pulled a textbook and notebook from her backpack and said nervously, "I'm sure I can help you with your homework no matter big you are. Why don't we go through the homework assignment for Thursday?"
Matt pulled a chair next to Sharon as she talked through the assignment and how she planned to answer each question. It didn't take long for her to realize that she was just going to do the assignment while he watched, then write a second, mildly different version for him to copy in his own handwriting.
As she concentrated on her writing, he enjoyed the view down her top, which hung open as she leaned over the desk, her boobs also hanging down and bulging around the tight bra cups. He looked down at her hips to see that her skirt was hiked up from sitting with one leg tucked under, showing a lot of smooth, white thigh. His musing about whether her little body could handle him woke up his cock.
Sharon finished writing out his homework, putting her pen down with a flourish, and looked over at him with a satisfied smile. He leaned back in his chair with a smile of his own drawing her attention to the obvious and unusually large tent in his gym shorts from his erection. She did a doubletake and took a quick breath. Snapping her eyes back to his, she said, "Oh my, someone really enjoys his study time!"
"I guess you're just a good tutor, little lady," he said with a chuckle while running the fingers from one hand through her long, dark hair. "I think it's time for me to show some appreciation, don't you?" he asked. His bear-like paw grasped her neck gently but immovably, turning her face to his as he leaned down and kissed her. She froze, and when his tongue dipped between her lips, she parted her lips only slightly, still unsure what to do.
He pulled more insistently on her neck, prying her mouth open with his tongue as it made its way in. Defenseless to stop him, she gave in to kissing him back, half-heartedly at first then more deliberately, determined to let the presumptuous big fellow know that she knew what she was doing. Feeling her tongue now responding, his other hand was between her legs and up her skirt in a flash. He had spread her thighs apart and was stroking her bush through her panties before she could react. Sharon gasped and jerked back from his kiss, one hand holding his wrist as she said breathlessly, "Wait, wait. This is too fast! We haven't even been on a date yet!"
"A date? It's football season. I can't really go on dates until the season's over. They keep us way too busy," he explained. Matt's hand was now massaging her labia firmly through her panties, and he asked, "If we just need a date before we take this further, then why doesn't tonight count?" He pulled her closer and kissed her again, his large middle finger now pressing her panties inward.
She wriggled back from his hand and said, "Wait, wait. I'm not saying no or never, but not like this. I didn't think we'd do this tonight!"
He pushed his chair back with his feet, then turned hers toward him with the hand between her legs. Still holding her head facing him, he said calmly, "Me neither, little lady. But you can't blame me. Look at you, with that big ass of yours and your tits looking so good. And you can see for yourself that my friend here likes it!"
She started to answer, but he interrupted her with another kiss as he stood, lifting her out of her chair. He held her up with the hand between her legs, her ass above his waist and her legs wrapped around his thick mid-section. Still kissing her, he walked to the bed, bent forward, and laid her on her back.
When he let go, she pushed her way up the bed to the headboard, shaking her head, "Wait, Matt, wait..."
He pulled his clothes off in what seemed like a single motion. All 285 pounds of lineman stood rippling in front of her, an erect shaft the size of her arm hanging and curving upward, the dark purple head didn't look like any she'd ever seen it was so huge.
Matt gently pulled her back to the end of the bed by her ankles. As he did, her skirt slid up to her waist. He grinned as he pulled her panties off, and Sharon laid there, wide-eyed. He raised her to her feet by her hands, pulling her blouse over her head after she was standing, and she crossed her arms across her chest. He chuckled and turned her to face away as he removed her bra, then unzipped and dropped her skirt.
He reached both hands around her, taking her breasts in each and squeezing, half of his enormous cock now jutting over her right shoulder. She whispered, "Matt, we can't... Not like this."
"It sure feels like we can," he said matter-of-factly, pressing his hard shaft against her back. He asked, "You're not a virgin, are you?"
Indignant, she answered, "No! I know what I'm doing! I just think..."
