Always being a straight A student, I never thought I'd need to see a tutor. Yet here I was, nearing the end of my senior year, standing outside of the classroom at my high school, waiting for the tutor to come.
"Hi," an uptight woman rushed to unlock the door, "Olivia, right?" I nodded. I followed her into the cold classroom and sat at the only table. Other than a square shaped table, there was a couch, a whiteboard, and a vending machine. "Why don't you being out your physics stuff and show me where you're having trouble."
I looked to the whiteboard, and saw 'Ms. Molly' written on it. She didn't look like a Molly. Her sandy blonde hair in wavy curls fell to her shoulders, her dark brown eyes were somewhat cold, and she seemed more mature than her name. Her face was sharp looking, with her high cheekbones and cool eyes. She looked like the exact opposite of me. I was brunette, she was blonde. I have light blue eyes, hers were dark brown. She was tan and tall and curvy... I'm pale and have no major curves.
Instead of paying attention to what she was telling me, I found enjoyment taking peeks down her black v-neck. For such a slender woman, her boobs were huge. Must be fake, since they were so big and round, but as perky as my A-cup chest. Since I was 18, they had to start filling out sometime, right?
"Olivia," Molly caught me in a daze. "Do you want my help or not?" I looked down at the table, wondering if she saw me staring or not. "Answer the questions I ask, or you can leave" Her strict tone caught me off guard. We finished the lesson without any further problems. I looked down while putting my textbooks in my backpack, only realizing I could see my nipples through my tank top. I forgot how sensitive they were to the cold. Standing up, I noticed Molly had seen it too. Her cheeks turned red once she knew I had noticed her looking.
"I'll see you here this time next week?" Molly stumbled grabbing her bag and followed me out the door. "Have a good night, Olivia," she said while walking in the opposite direction.
That night, I decided to do a little research. I sat in bed with my laptop searching for Molly the tutor all over the web until I found a Facebook page that belonged to a Molly Harper. On it, I found multiple pictures of her and some woman in places such as Paris, Rome, London... Very far from our small town in Texas. Who was the other woman, though? I clicked on her name, Ashlee Westphal, and found her page. Her profile picture was of her with a beer in one hand, and another woman's tongue in Ashlee's mouth. I went back to Molly's page, but there was no more information about this Ashlee woman. Only boring photos of Molly and her nieces and nephews, her black lab, and family photos. Once again, I went to Ashlee's page and found many pictures of Molly and Ashlee abroad. Not only were there pictures of them making out at bars in Europe, but Molly topless at a beach in France. I could feel my nipples hardening and my lower lips swelling. The sight of her tan chest, little pink nipples, and huge boobs sent chills down to my pussy. Before I knew it, my hand was in my sweatpants, and my fingertips were already wet. It only took about 2 minutes to get off. I closed the laptop and fell asleep, my hand still buried between my thighs.
The next day, I told my best friend Elly all about Molly. "It was probably just a college phase, Liv," Elly reasoned, sitting in front of me in English class.
"Still," I leaned closer, "She is so hot I couldn't even focus on physics,"
