Bo smiled and laughed easily as Desiree told him about her day as they ate dinner. For nearly three months he'd tutored her in Calculus. She'd flunked the same class the semester before and her adviser had suggested she get a tutor. Bo was a senior in engineering and she was a sophomore in pre-engineering. They couldn't have been more different. He was in the top of his class. She was struggling to make the grade. He was quiet and confident. She was gregarious, but unsure. He was the third generation of his family to go to college. She was the first in her family. He was white. She was black.
Their first meeting had been awkward. Bo tutored as a requirement for an academic honor society he belonged to. He wasn't inept, but neither was he great at making small talk. Desiree was nervous and intimidated. They'd met at the campus library and he'd had her work some problems and then tried to talk her through where she made errors. He wasn't sure she could hack it and she didn't think he wanted to be there. Desiree wasn't sure she wanted to meet him again until the next day in class when her professor gave a pop quiz. She still didn't do well, but she did better thanks to some things he'd shown her. So, she'd called and asked for his help again. He'd agreed and weekly meetings had become routine, along with phone calls for help with homework, and special sessions for test preparation. Slowly, her comprehension and grades had begun to improve and a friendship began to form.
Finals had ended today. Desiree had not only passed, but she'd managed to pull out a B. She was ecstatic. Bo had suggested that they have a celebratory dinner at his apartment and she'd readily agreed. She'd arrived at the appointed hour with fresh bread and a homemade dessert. Bo welcomed her, thanked her for what she'd brought, and tried hard not to stare.
During their study sessions, she'd dressed nicely, but usually conservatively. While it was obvious she was athletic and in good shape, she'd done nothing to show off or accent her body. Tonight, she wore a simple white tank top that looked a size to small and a pair of very short black shorts. She looked stunning.
Desiree had big, dark eyes, high cheekbones, full lips, and a near perfect complexion that was set off by her long, curly hair that fell nearly to the middle of her back. She was only 5'4", and tonight she looked like two thirds of that was leg. Her legs were well-toned and smooth. Her outfit accented an hourglass figure. Her tank top seemed barely capable of holding her breasts and a generous amount of cleavage peaked out of the top. The too-small top also revealed a flat mid-riff and her shorts seemed painted over the swell of her buttocks. With an effort, Bo had torn his eyes from her and made himself a proper host.
He'd made spaghetti and salad and bought a bottle of wine. Both of them ate enthusiastically after having eaten sporadically and poorly over the past week during finals. The conversation that had lacked at the beginning of their association now flowed easily as they worked through second helpings and two-thirds of the wine. When dinner was over, she helped him clean up the dishes. She seemed to be in a flirtatious mood, touching him, winking at him, and giving him ample views of her flesh. He'd rationalized that it was probably the wine and absence of stress after a week that had been filled with it.
They bantered back and forth as she cut them generous pieces of the pie she'd brought and poured up the last of the wine. Now, they settled in front of the TV and popped in a movie. After they finished their dessert, she'd moved close to him and after a moment's hesitation, he'd put his arm around her. Somewhat to Bo's surprise, she'd responded by snuggling up against him. The late hours, the big meal, and the wine now seemed to catch up with Desiree. Bo felt something on his arm and glanced over to see her head nodding. He smiled and watched as her head bobbed and she fought to keep her eyes open. She soon lost the battle and let her head settle against his side. The movie ended and Bo sat for a few minutes admiring the beautiful young woman curled up against him.
He'd noticed from their first tutoring session that she was attractive, but like a good engineer, he'd put aside the distraction and focused on the task at hand. Tonight was the first time he'd allowed himself to look at her as anything other than a student and he had to admit to himself that he found her to be alluring. His mind wandered to what she looked like without clothes and he quickly got a rather painful woody. He shook his head to clear it, realizing that he was also tired. He gently shook Desiree and whispered, "Movie's over." She mumbled something incomprehensible and remained limp. He gently extricated himself and maneuvered her head to one of the throw pillows and her feet onto the couch. She grunted, and then rolled over. Bo smiled, gently stroking her back as he turned off the lights and headed to bed.
Bo awoke with a start several hours later. Groggy from the wine and sleep, it took him a minute to realize that Desiree had come in and lain down beside him. His mind registered it, but he was too tired to care and within seconds he was asleep again.
Hours later, with the morning sun beginning to come through the curtains, Bo slowly awoke again. The first thing that brought him toward consciousness was an erotic dream of Desiree riding his erect cock. He could feel her moving against his erection. As he smiled dreamily, he became aware of the morning light, then of a sweet scent like jasmine. Slowly, he realized that the sensation in his groin wasn't going away. This puzzled him and he opened his eyes and gasped as he discovered that the sensation in his groin was Desiree's hand gently stroking him through his shorts. She leaned over him, still wearing the clothes she'd had on the night before, except very obviously sans her bra. Bo gaped at her, trying to get his mind around what was happening.
"Good morning," she cooed with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"
"Uh-huh," Bo managed to say, "Wha?"
"Shh," she replied, "Don't talk, just enjoy."
With that, she straddled him and began to run her hands slowly over her body. Slowly, she ran her fingers through her long, dark hair, then down her arms and over her breasts. She gently squeezed and kneaded them, arousing her nipples and causing them to poke through the fabric of her top. Her hands continued down her sides, over her waist, then up and down her thighs and between them. Bo couldn't take his eyes off of her and his penis grew harder as his mind ran wild with desire. He lifted his arms to touch her, but she took his hands in hers and gently placed them back on the sheets.
"Not yet," she whispered.
With that, she began to massage and rub his arms and chest, stroking and rubbing gently but firmly. After a few minutes, her hands moved to the hem of her tank top and she began to play with it, twisting and lifting it slowly. Desiree looked into his face, finding him looking at her chest in anticipation. Slowly, she pulled the tank top over her head, shaking her hair to free it. She left her arms above her head for a moment and Bo swallowed hard, staring at her full, firm breasts swaying hypnotically before his eyes.
