When Shannon's mother volunteered to tutor me in English I was trepidations, I mean this woman practically chases me away from her house with a broom if Shannon and I get too close and now she is having me over to help me with school. Now, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the help as my English marks are failing and a free tutor is better than no tutor, it is just the sudden change of heart makes me nervous as to what she is up to.
I ring the bell to her door and only have to wait a short while until the door swings open. Standing in front of me was the woman that every young man in the neighbourhood held secret fantasies of. Her dark hair straightened and long enough to drape over her shoulder, her figure concealed in her loose fitting clothing, but the obvious fact was that she was lithe and athletic.
She leads me inside, walking in front of me and giving me a clear view of her rear swaying with each step in a provocative manner, I had to shake my head to remind myself who I was watching. She leads me to the living room where there is a table laid out and a couple of chairs with a white board set up, obviously all this was for me and I was certain to make her aware that I appreciated all the effort, which of course she downplayed as nothing and accepted the praise.
She talked to me for a while about how things would work, apparently Shannon was going to be at a relatives for the weekend so it would be the two of them for the afternoon, and as for studying, we were going to discover the problems and find a different way of looking at them.
She starts by leaning over the table from the other side to take a look at where I am having difficulties, as she does, I see her shirt open slightly and expose some of her breasts to me, the milky white flesh becomes irresistible and causes me to stare down her blouse while she talks until she finally catches me.
"Are you staring down my shirt?" she asks tartly as she stands up abruptly, her hands finding her hips in that disappointed pose that every young man dreads to see in a woman.
I stutter in response, unable to form words to defend myself, suddenly terrified of the consequences and she speaks again, her voice louder this time, "You were too you little pervert."
Finally managing to form words I respond in the most apologetic tone I can muster, " No, no, I would never, I mean not intentionally, I mean-."
This sparks an even more abrupt reaction as she interrupts me "And why not?" she asks, "Am I not attractive enough for you to 'check out'?"
Stuttering again and my face flushed red as cherries I stammer around back and forth trying to defend myself only finding that it digs a hole deeper. Eventually she finds some degree of mercy, and stops turning everything I say against me.
Now looking at me with a look of a predator that has been cunning enough to outwit his prey and was now savouring it for the kill she changes the conversation, "OK then you little pervert, since we have established that the only thing you can focus on is attractive women, we are going to play a game, if you answer a question correctly, I will get a little more edgy for you, if you get it wrong, less so." then with a wink she looks at me expectantly.