I was dragging my feet behind me. I really didn't want to go home. I had a note from my chemistry teacher that I was dreading having to show to my dad. I felt like a failure. All my life it had only been my dad and me. He'd done everything for me to give me the best. And now I was about to repay him by failing chemistry unless I miraculously managed to bring up my grades in the last few months before graduation. Chemistry had always been my weakest subject, but I'd scraped by. But now I was about to fail, and if I failed I could wave goodbye to my scholarship and any chance of a decent college education.
I gave the note to my dad and he read it. He then closed the bedroom door and made a phone call. I could hear him speaking about money. I hadn't read the note myself, but I knew that it recommended private tutoring for me. But my dad couldn't afford that. He was already working two jobs to afford to keep me in the private school. When he came out he looked at me and told me that my chemistry teacher had volunteered to tutor me. He'd come around two evenings a week for the next month to see how we could get my grades up.
The next day in school I avoided my chemistry teacher as much as I could. I made myself as small as possible in chemistry class so that he wouldn't look at me. I had volleyball practise after school and afterwards I had to rush home for my tutoring session. I decided to shower at home since it was faster than showering with all the other girls since we always played silly games on each other in the shower. I was towelling myself when I heard the doorbell. It was still too early for my tutor so I guessed it was the paperboy who wanted his money. I quickly put on a t-shirt and shorts without worrying about bra and panties and ran to the door, picking up the money for the paperboy on the way.
I opened the door and stood face to face with my chemistry teacher. He'd obviously been home to change because he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. The entrance to our house is such that people have to stand on the steps leading up to the front door while they wait for someone to come and open the door, otherwise we'd knock them out when we open the screen. So there I was, with my chemistry teacher looking straight at my chest. Suddenly the lack of a bra was obvious as my nipples grew hard and stood proud from my firm C-cup breasts.
"Hello Lorraine," said Mr. Hauser with a smile. "I promised your dad I'd help you with your chemistry."
"Hi Mr. Hauser," I replied, blushing all over. "Come in."
All of a sudden I wished my dad was at home to chat with Mr. Hauser while I ran and changed. I showed Mr. Hauser to the lounge and he sat down, motioning for me to sit down next to him. He immediately opened up the book and started talking to me about the formulas. After a while I started relaxing. Mr. Hauser was very patient with me and things finally started making sense. If only I hadn't been too shy to ask questions in class, maybe I wouldn't have gotten myself into this mess in the first place. After about half an hour I was so comfortable with Mr. Hauser that I even started laughing at his small jokes. Then he stopped talking and looked at me. His gaze went up my bare legs, past my miniscule shorts, up my t-shirt, stopping at my breasts and then up to my face.
"Lorraine," he said, "what grade do you need to get your scholarship for college?"
"Well, an A would guarantee the full scholarship," I started, "but a B should be good enough since I've got a perfect record in all other subjects and all my extra-curricular activities."
"There's another extra-curricular activity you could do that would guarantee you a B in chemistry," Mr. Hauser said with a hint of a smile.
"Really? I'll do anything to be guaranteed a B!"
"Take your clothes off, Lorraine. If you agree to do the rest of our sessions with no clothes on I guarantee that you'll get a B in chemistry."
I stared at Mr. Hauser. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He wanted me to undress for him. I was barely 18 and he was my teacher, more than twice my age.
"Mr. Hauser! I don't know if I can do that!"
"Well, Lorraine, if you don't, you might slip on the exam and there won't be any college for you."
It slowly dawned on me what he was doing. I had a choice. I could take my clothes off and get a good enough grade to go to college or I could keep my clothes on and spend the rest of my life in dead end jobs. I rose and with hatred in my eyes I pulled off my t-shirt and my shorts. Mr. Hauser's eyes took in the rosy peaks of my breasts, my milky white skin and the blonde triangle pointing at my pussy. I'd never been naked in front of a man before and I felt so ashamed at how Mr. Hauser was inspecting me like I was a whore.
He got me to sit down again, this time making me sit right next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders while I had the book in my hands and he played with my nipples as he explained what was written on the pages. Against my will I was getting excited. I felt an unfamiliar tingle in my pussy and I could also feel moisture beginning to escape from the same region. How was I going to endure this torture? I jumped up when I heard the phone ring. It was my dad. He was ringing to tell me that he wouldn't be home by my bedtime again. He'd been asked to do more overtime and he always accepted any overtime that was offered. Mr. Hauser kept a close eye on me when I was on the phone.
"You like the way I touch you," he stated when I came back to the couch.
"Why do you say that?" I spat out at him.
He laughed at my hostility and pointed to a wet spot next to where he was sitting. "Your body's betraying you Lorraine. You're as horny as I am."
My eyes wandered to his crotch and I could clearly see how his cock was struggling against the material of his jeans.
"Was that your dad on the phone?"
"Yes."
