The last lesson before the university clearance test and he walked up her drive with a huge smile on his face. His satchel was a little fuller than usual. He was freshly showered and his clothes were ironed, a part of him realised how pathetic he must seem, a grown man dressing as if on a date for the first time. He rang the bell and there was no answer, he rang patiently for five minutes. After another twenty minutes he began to sag, his shoulders dropped and creases began to form in his blazer. He was about to leave when Amelia's blond hair bobbed into view over the top of the hedgerow. She jogged onto the drive and slowed to a walk when she saw him. Her hair was tied into a pony tail and she wore a tight black lycra top and black lycra shorts. A passing car lost control and skidded onto the curb as she sashayed toward him.
"I forgot you were coming." She said with no hint of apology, a mere statement.
She was slightly out of breath and sweat glistened over her body.
"Sorry." He blurted, his confidence shattered by her appearance.
The car in the street started up again and slowly drove away. He followed her into the house, gulping in eyefuls of her bottom wriggling through the lycra. Her calves curved out with graceful power.
"I'm not quite sure why my mother booked a lesson for today, the essay is due Saturday and I nearly have it completed."
"Oh, well perhaps I should look over it." He offered.
"I have to say I'm not quite sure why my mother thought I would need a tutor. But the university does have a silly little rule about gap year students having to pass an extra test, despite my excellent grades."
Amelia rounded on him. " There were times, at the start of our lessons, when I could have burst out laughing. Some of the things you said, your reading of the play, were just so dull and half baked; sometimes you even quoted York notes as a source. And you have the nerve to charge my mother for it? Not to mention the majority of the time you were trying to see up my skirt, looking at my breasts. The lack of understanding and the lazy recycling of ideas and you pass that down to young people and make a living from it. I think that's why I first decided to sit on your face, just to shut you up."
He was shaking now, she stared at him with her brown eyes burning, reddish hazel, she dabbed at her face with a fluffy towel. He shoved his hand into his satchel and held out the phone; he had wrapped it with a bow. She took it from him with little interest.
The doorbell rang, a large shadow across the frosted glass.
"Answer the door." She said.
A tall, handsome man stood at the door. He stared at the tutor and saw Amelia over his shoulder. He pushed Mr Daniels to one side and stepped into the house.
" Richard?" Amelia said. "My mother's away."
"I'm not here for her." He said gruffly.
"Oh?" Asked Amelia and coyly bit her lip.
"Who's this?" Asked Richard, gesturing at Mr Daniels.
"My tutor." Said Amelia, playing with her hair and giggling, she became girlish and flushed.
"Well tell him to get lost, I can't stop thinking about you, all week. You got me so worked up when I stayed over last weekend, wriggling past me in a towel while I tried to eat breakfast with your mother."
He pointed at the present in her hand. "What's that?"
"Mr Daniels has been buying me nice things; he knows how to treat a girl." Amelia put her hand on the tutors shoulder, who cowered by the bannisters as the man studied him.
Richard leered at Amelia and grabbed his crotch. "I know how to treat a girl."
She giggled and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He grabbed her bottom and swung her around and they kissed long and hard. Mr Daniels started to the door, tears in his eyes.
"Wait." Called Amelia, the cold authority back in her voice. She was still in the clutches of Richard, who was nuzzling her breasts and groaning.
She released herself from the man's clutches and slid down him,
"Wait for me upstairs, I have to deal with my tutor." She breathed at him, rubbing the bulge in his trousers.
"I'll take you here and now." He snarled.
"I'm all sweaty from my run."
"Good, don't shower, I want to sell you on my skin for the rest of the day, and I want my wife to taste you later when she sucks my cock."
"Wait for me upstairs." She whispered, kissing him softly. He grinned at Mr Daniels, the triumph of an alpha male, and the lesser man stood bright red and trembling. Amelia smiled as he walked upstairs, and then rolled her eyes.
"Such an alpha" She said. "Frightfully dull."
She wrapped the tutors tie around her hand and pulled him close.
"Useful though." She smiled cruelly, "I remember when I was a little younger, eighteen, and tired of playing with boys and I came home from college. It sounded as if my poor mother was being murdered, I rushed up the stairs to her room and there she was, her legs in the air, her eyes rolling back in her head as he ploughed her with the biggest cock I have ever seen. She didn't see me, she wouldn't of noticed if the entire roman army marched through the room, but he did, looked right at me and fucked her even harder, and the next chance I got I was bent over that bed. Don't let him intimidate you though, I have him under just as much control as you, it's just that with a gorilla like him you can't let them think they are controlled, their egos simply won't allow it, and I do need him to function. Be careful though, he is a jealous type, even to know you have had a sniff of me would be enough to set him off. I remember the poor nervous boy I took to the prom, as a favour to my mother's best friend, the beating he gave him, and the poor skinny boy was squealing and begging me to help. I must have absentmindedly told him I would be in that hotel room alone, and when he found that boy there, nervously fondling my breasts, well, that was a long night. Timmy was unconscious for a good part of it; it was only our rather athletic fucking that bought him round. Poor Timmy, never been quite the same, sworn to secrecy of course, helps that I have some rather embarrassing photos of him."
"Shall we reschedule the lesson?" Was all he could think to ask. He wanted to leave now, all elements of a game were beginning to fall away to something sinister.
Amelia smiled at him, her face close to his. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and looked upstairs, the shower was running. "No." She said finally, "Why on earth would I want you to leave?"
Richard walked into her room with the steam from the shower pouring off him. He folded his clothes over a chair and stood with a towel wrapped around his waist. She sat on the bed watching his muscles.
"I do wish you would let me shower first."
"Believe me, you look perfect."
She twirled her hair in her fingers and looked away.
"But my mother is always so manicured and perfumed when she...receives you."
The bulge in his towel started to form, she glanced casually at it. He picked up a stuffed bear from the dressing table and sneered.
"A little old for this sort of thing aren't you?"
"That's Mr Wriggles, he's my oldest friend."
"Jesus Amelia. You are so fucked up." He grabbed his crotch.
"Are you jealous of my bear?" She teased.
He grabbed each end of the toy and started to twist the head, Amelia feigned horror. She pulled the towel from his waist and his erection sprang up. On her knees she sank her lips around the head and pushed her head forward until it made her gag. There was still enough room for her to wrap one hand around the base and she started wanking him into her mouth, fondling his balls with her other hand.
He threw the bear into a corner and grabbed at her ponytail, as if to take control of the act. He made groaning animal noises as he came close to cumming, Amelia pulled her head back and he pushed it back down on his cock. She squeezed his balls and he jumped back.
