**All Characters in this story is of the age 18 years or older**
I was cleaning up my room and saw I had two of the same math textbook. Realizing I still had Felicia Harris's textbook from when she was over earlier after school for her tutoring session. I was assigned to tutor her through the school. I also noticed her notebook and a couple other textbooks next to her bag and thought, "how could she forget her bag?" Then I remembered she came with two bags as she had plans after our tutoring session.
I pick up my phone and text Felicia that I have her school bag here and that I can drop it off later if she needed me to. She immediately texted me back saying that her plans for the night had fallen through and she asked if I could bring them to her. Being the nice guy that I am, not because she was the hottest girl in school, I would have done this for any of my fellow students I tutored.
Then again it seems I got paired with four of the hottest senior athletes. Each was failing and in need of help to raise their GPA so they could attend college with hopes of scholarships.
My mother needed my car since hers was in the shop which meant I took my 2005 Mustang GT. It wasn't considered the fastest muscle car of it's time but it was fun, it was straight and the dark red paint was perfect. The interior was in great shape for a car that was as old as it was and most importantly everything worked as it should. I swapped a Coyote engine out of an older wrecked Mustang. I also upgraded the air intake, fuel intake and upgraded the CPU. I also put new shocks and springs which gave it a more stable ride cornering, I wasn't going for drag racing but a track car, along with front and rear stabilizer bars. I found some beautiful dual spoke five star rims, with the sport tires,the alignment, and to finish off with a new muffler system which roared, I was content with what I had so far.
I made sure of that as I maintained my cars as I didn't trust mechanics. The reason my mother was without her car was because she was rear ended and I don't know anything about body work so it's in the shop and she's borrowing my 1997 Honda Civic sedan which I normally drove as my daily. It was manual but outside of maintenance all the Honda was to me was a good reliable car that didn't suck my money out of the bank.
As I start the car and it roars to life my phone auto-syncs to my stereo and I text Felicia that I'm on the way to drop off her bag. I didn't mention the fact I couldn't avoid seeing her panties as they were right there in the main compartment as I put her books in her bag. They were white cotton but I didn't want to be the creep that went around sniffing girls dirty panties when they weren't looking. Not saying I didn't think about picking them up and looking at them but my strong morals prevailed.
I was raised by a woman who made sure I knew to respect a woman, what no meant, and how easy it is to make babies. Truth and honesty was taught to me and my mother practiced it and if she did otherwise I wasn't aware. My father on the other hand seemed content going to work at the factory, coming home, eating dinner, fucking his wife once a week if she was lucky, and paid the bills. He never saw himself as a family man but he always said take care of your business and I guess Mom and I fell into that category.
Before I pull out of the garage I get a text from Felicia so I open it assuming to read the standard reply like "Kk" or something. Instead I was greeted with a selfie of her posing in sheer black lace panties and matching bra. Her ass was pushed out to the camera and her body twisted ever so perfectly to get the side profile of her left tit. Her sharp little nipples on her perky little B-cup titties poked at the fabric of her sheer black lace bra and I could see her erect nipple clearly. Her boy short sheer black lace panties did nothing to hid her tight looking clean cut pussy lips pressed against the fabric for his eyes to feast. Most importantly was the perfect shape of her ass as she pushed it out for me to see. Then reality bit me as I realized she didn't mean for me to get this text. It was most likely meant for her boyfriend and starting quarterback Mitchell Kline. She followed the image with a text immediately which told me she sent both at the same time saying "you really think you can handle me?"
I pull up to Felicia's house, it was only a ten minute drive without traffic, using the freeway, and I get out with her bag. I don't know if I want to knock on the door or write a note and leave it attached to her bag so she easily finds it letting her know I understand the text wasn't meant for me. Before I could decide what to do the door opened up, I guess my car's loud approach brought my arrival to her attention, and there she was.
Her long wavy brown hair flowed down past her shoulders. Her watery amber eyes sparkled against the street lights glow. Her button nose looked red as if she were crying and her cheeks flush for the same reason. Over her young athletic body she wore a long blue house robe that was secured at the waist with it's tie as well as being held shut by Felicia's nervous hands.
"Um," I hold out her bag out as if I'm trying to keep my distance from an infected person. "I know that text wasn't for me, I'm sorry but I won't be able to forget what I saw but I deleted you picture and text. I understand if you want to switch to a different tutor moving forward and I'm sorry this had to happen, I enjoyed tutoring you."
"Can we talk for a minute?" Felicia asked as she moved back and opened the door for me to enter. "Please?"
I said, "okay," and entered. I had been in this house before but I never felt so nervous as I did now.
"Did you look?" Felicia wasn't looking at me but at my feet as she asked, her face flushed red.
"Yes," I didn't need to say more than that, but. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen Felicia and that picture was like a gift. I know it wasn't meant for me and that's why I deleted it but I do feel sorry for seeing it and I feel guilty that I'm happy to have seen it...you. In my dreams I will be the one you send that picture to and as to your question...I would more than handle you, I would caress you when you want to be loved and I would take you when you need to just fuck."
"What..." Felicia was open mouth and wide eyed as I spoke as that was all she could muster before I continued.
"I think Mitchell Kline is a fake, he's all show in front of his boys but when it counts he can't make the call unless he feels like someone is watching that will validate his awesomeness. To me that's a fake because if he was real it wouldn't matter who was around or if anyone knew what he did he'd make the call and take action." I was letting loose like I never knew I could and Felicia was just taking it all in with her shocked expression never leaving her face. "So yeah you wouldn't even have to ask me if I think I could handle you because I know myself to know I would step up win or fail and give you one hell of a ride either way."
As I spoke the truth that I knew I saw her look of shock turn to a mix of anger, pain and desire. I could see the struggle that she only truly knew that she fought inside of her mind before she spoke, "Show me." Felicia growled with her normally melodic voice.
"Get your phone ready to record and can I link my phone to a speaker?" I ask, my gut is turning and I can't believe I'm actually going to do this!
