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Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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"So, basically, you want me to sign my own death warrant?" Evan Reed asked, staring into Katya's deep brown eyes.
"You wouldn't be signing your death warrant," Katya Franks assured the scrawny young man, pushing her 34D breasts into his skinny torso, her plump lips blowing warm air into his ear.
"Yeah right. Sheldon finds out I even looked at you..." Evan protested even as most of the blood was leaving his addled brain and rushing south of his belt line.
"And Sheldon's on probation," Katya reminded Evan. "He even looks at you wrong he's looking at going to jail for at least three years on that assault charge. Really think he thinks I'm worth three years?"
"I would; I think you're worth that," Evan blurted out, causing Katya's smile to grow even wider. "But he's not exactly known for his cognitive reasoning abilities."
"Plus that. I ain't his problem no more, remember? He started fucking your sister and I told him, he goes after that blonde slut..." Katya said, then her pretty mouth formed an 'O.'' "Sorry. I know Evelyn's your sister, but..."
"It doesn't matter," Evan said. "Seriously, just because he's, wait, he's really, they're really fucking? She swears she's still a virgin."
"Yeah right," Katya snorted in disgust. "That girl's no virgin. Trust me. She's been on the team bus more times than Coach Redding's been on there."
Despite his rapidly beating heart, sweaty palms and dry mouth, Evan giggled. Coach Redding was the bus driver as well as the assistant coach for the football team. Katya took that opportunity to softly kiss Evan's lips. He gulped when she captured his bottom lip between her perfect white teeth.
"Please?" she cooed then softly kissed him before he could object.
Evan had been somewhat suspicious when Mrs. Ortega quietly asked him if he would tutor Katya Franks in Algebra. Evan was in the Advanced Calculus class, but even so, he'd not heard any mention that Katya was having any problems in Algebra. Evan pointed out that he was already tutoring three other students.
"Evan, she just needs a little help," Mrs. Ortega wheedled. "As you know, we have the cheerleading competition coming up and..."
"Remind her that it is twenty dollars," Evan sighed. "She shows up and there's no twenty dollars? She can just walk on home."
"Thank you Evan," Mrs. Ortega said, pinched features even more pinched at Evan's tone of voice. "But you don't have to be so um, abrupt about it."
"Cheryl Hinton," Evan said.
Cheryl Hinton had shown up without the twenty dollars. The airhead blonde had cooed and giggled and pouted and promised Evan she would 'catch him up' the next day. The next day, she tried to claim she'd paid Evan and had no idea why Evan was demanding the twenty dollars when she'd already paid him.
"Look, I'm good for it. You know I'm good for it. I catch you up tomorrow, all right?" Cheryl heard her own voice whining and wheedling as Evan held up his cell phone.
"You, you recorded that?" Cheryl shrieked, stunned.
"Your grasp of the obvious is astounding," Evan said. "My twenty dollars please. And, there will be no further tutoring sessions; you've shown yourself to be thoroughly untrustworthy."
Marvin Teller took over tutoring the blonde. Instead of money, Cheryl offered him pussy and the pimple-faced bespectacled dork leapt at the opportunity to lose his cursed virginity. Even finding out that she'd given him syphilis did not cool Marvin's ardor. And when she tearfully approached the young man, admitting to her pregnancy, Marvin stood by her, promising to marry her on the first day after their graduation.
When he was told that Cheryl was still fucking half the basketball team, Marvin did not break his resolve to stand by his woman. She assured him that it was all just a pack of lies being spread by people that didn't like her. He was in love and just knew that Cheryl was the girl of his dreams. A second dose of syphilis and a dose of chlamydia did wake him up though.
"You know Evan, you can catch a lot more flies with honey than you can with vinegar," Mrs. Ortega sighed.
"If ever I resolve to join the ignoble profession of fly catching I will remember that," Evan said. "Twenty dollars. At the door. I've an availability tomorrow evening at six thirty."
Seated at the large desk in his father's study, Evan and Katya went over her previous tests. Evan was baffled; she knew the material. True, she made several careless mistakes, ignoring the negative sign, losing track when adding more than three numerals together. Factoring did have her stumped on some of the problems but once he'd outlined how she could work to the conclusion she had a better understanding of the steps.
Her hand on his upper thigh was perplexing. The smell of her musk based perfume was distracting. Her smiles, her big brown eyes looking up into his cool blue eyes was mesmerizing.
"Anyone home?" Katya suddenly blurted out as Evan decided to move Katya to the next chapter, move her to what would be coming next week in her Algebra class, to get her prepared for their next test.
"I uh, what?" Evan squeaked, not sure he'd heard right.
"Go up to your room? Get to..." she breathed, small hand running up and down his boney chest. "...know each other? A little better?"
She'd paid him the twenty dollars. She had no need to exchange sex for tutoring. And, in truth, she did not need tutoring; she simply needed to slow down, to focus on the problem rather than hurrying to finish the equations.
That was when he'd brought up her boyfriend, Sheldon Petroni. Katya assured Evan that Sheldon Petroni was no longer her boyfriend; he was now the boyfriend of Evelyn Reed.
Katya's mixed race heritage was apparent in her light brown coloring, long black hair and deep brown eyes. Her nose was slim and her lips were pouting, full lips. Those lips were nice and soft and moist as she pressed them against Evan's lips.
Her breasts were full, round globes with some natural sag when she wiggled out of blouse and bra. Evan gulped at the sight of her dark brown silver dollar sized areolae and stiff nipples. Her belly was toned and sleek from years of exercise. Her hips were full, tapering into her muscled legs. Evan's cock flooded his briefs as he stared at her plump pubic mound. There was no hair on the light brown flesh.
"Damn!" Evan groaned and Katya giggled happily.
Even as his head was in a fog, Evan acted on instinct. Evan had read several stories on the Internet; he'd watched hours of pornography as well. Apparently, being a nerd, having no social life to speak of, he'd done much research on how to make love to a gorgeous biracial cheerleader.
He did not simply grab her heavy breasts; he caressed them. He gently nibbled at her tightly crinkled areolae and diamond hard nipples. Moving from her left breast to her right breast, Evan paused long enough to suck soft kisses from Katya's gasping lips.
"Oh! Oh damn, oh Evan!" Katya grunted as Evan hungrily sucked on her fragrant pussy.
Using fingers and tongue, Evan soon brought Katya to the brink of orgasm. She grunted in displeasure when he suddenly stopped. Her gasp, then shriek of noisy climax came when he thrust his five and eleven sixteenths of inches into her snug furnace. She wound her legs around his waist, holding him deep inside of her.
Evan kissed Katya and she returned his kiss ferociously. His left hand groped her heavy breast, then tweaked her nipple as he fucked her with long powerful strokes.
"Not a virgin anymore," Evan thought even as he tried to stave off the impending ejaculation as long as possible.
"Oh, oh God damn, oh Evan, God yes!" Katya gasped out in another powerful orgasm.
Only after pumping her full of semen did Evan remember the unopened box of condoms his blushing father had given to him on his eighteenth birthday. With a soft kiss, Katya assured him he did not need them.
"Believe me, my momma? She got me on the pill minute I started having my monthlies," Katya said.
In post-coital bliss, Evan found out that Katya was the oldest of four children. She told him about her fourteen year old sister Alina; they called her Lena. He heard about Mikey; the ten year old boy was the only male in a female-dominated home. Evan felt sorry for the beleaguered boy. Olivia was the baby of the family and the nine year old girl really played the baby card to the hilt.
Bianca Franks, Katya's mother, an African-American woman had a married lover, a white man. He paid all of Ms. Bianca's bills and even though Katya didn't approve of her mother's choices, she knew better than to speak ill of her daddy.
"I mean, shit; got me a car for my eighteenth birthday," Katya said, gently easing out of Evan's embrace. "Where's the bathroom?"
The smell of sex was heavy so Evan opened a window and sprayed some of the cheap cologne his twin sister had given him on their birthday. He knew Evelyn held him in low regard, but it did irk him; he'd paid a good deal of his money on a pair of Sketchers athletic shoes for her only to be given a cheap set of cologne and after-shave.
Michael and Catherine Reed had made the decision to hold Evan back a year in Kindergarten. Not because he had struggled with the curriculum but because of his small stature. Evelyn had smirked and taunted her twin brother; she was a whole year ahead of him. By the time they were eight years of age, it was obvious that Evan would always be slightly smaller than his peers. Evelyn was no longer smirking and taunting when Evan very easily skipped ahead, catching up to her in the fourth grade. After that, Michael and Catherine held Evan back from skipping ahead to the next grade up even as his teachers recommended this. This decision was made to shield their daughter's feelings.
"We just don't want to upset Evelyn," Catherine stated, the matter decided as far as she was concerned.
In high school the divide was even more pronounced. Evan was in Advanced Placement classes and Evelyn was a cheerleader. Evan hung out with the dorks, geeks, Brainiacs and Evelyn hung out with the cheerleaders and athletes.
When they got their driver's licenses, Evelyn's car was a sporty Mazda Miata and Evan's car was a Kia sedan. Michael offered a weak sounding excuse but Catherine did not bother with an excuse regarding the cars.
"You know how many kids don't get cars just for getting a driver's license? Just be grateful you're getting anything at all," Catherine snarled at her impertinent son.
