Hi, my name is Sam, and I'd like to tell you my story.
Not much to look at, am I - but last year I slept with almost every girl in our class. Although they would never admit it, especially the cheerleaders (and I ended up sleeping with every member of the squad!)
It started pretty much after our first maths assignments were returned - since I got a 98, immediately the requests for help came in. I spent my days at school and my evenings entertaining. Since money is no problem for our family, and I was on the other side of the country from my parents, I pretty much had the most interesting situation in school - not that I made a big deal of it, but I had my own place, totally unsupervised, access to alcohol, and lots of other fun fun stuff.
Girls would come over, we would chat, and while I helped them, or did their homework for them, they would entertain. NO, not like that! I bet none of them every had the faintest inkling of what would happen. No, we would just talk - we would be talking away and sometimes the conversation would turn to fantasies. Now the girls would just spill the beans - I have a knack of putting people at ease, and occasionally the conversation would just come up, an these girls would be blurting out to me how they fantasised about being fucked! Even the good little girls - and some of them had the best fantasies. Then almost without warning they would be throwing themselves at me, bonking me blind while their mind was somewhere else in fantasy.
I learned a lot of secrets - they would blabber all kinds of things.. but I was, of course, ever the gentleman. Typically whoever was visiting would fuck me for 3 or four hours, then seem to recover some sense of composure, kind of realise what they had done. That was always funny. They would APPOLOGISE to ME! Say they didn't know what came over them, and they hoped this wouldn't ever leave the four walls, and head away. It is only now - on the other side of the world - that their story will be told. I made love to over a hundred women, and not one of those women left my house unsatisfied. By some miracle, their work seemed to get done too. Grades improved and knowledge of my abilities spread.
My secret was that I was always the little guy - a mystery, but no threat. People never saw me coming. Football stars would send their chicks to me for some help with an English test, and I would send them back 5 to 10 orgasms richer. I had an ability that I didn't understand but I seemed to naturally put girls at ease. Then it was almost as though I had a little guardian angel whispering in the ears of these girls... ANY girl, and after a couple of hours in my presence they couldn't help themselves and craved to go down on me. It was pretty great, although it wasn't until the experience had happened quite a few times that I began to experiment and take control over the process.
Most every girl I saw at least five times during the year. It was only the second month of semester when my every weeknight was booked. Usually on their second visit, a girl would bring a gift - some of them brought things for me, others brought things for themselves to wear for me. Some of them cooked. They would cook while I did their algebra, then we would screw each other on my dining room table.
I found it funny, because at class these big guys would come over and say that for a nerd, I was in great shape - "Did I work out?" little did they know that I had been working out on their girlfriends!
Let me tell you about how it started. The first time...
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2:30pm and the closure of maths class. Start of a new year and the end of our first test. I was new to the class, new to the school. A traveller from the other side of the country. I had kept to myself although I was friendly to everyone - people just thought I was a loner. I spent my lunchtimes fingering through the Wall Street Journal, or Business Week, and those things really didn't interest your average 18 year old - girl or boy.
"And Mr. Beckett here." Ms Buckingham, the teacher, paused with my paper raised. I smiled. She was handing my paper out last... and that meant very good news. "Mr. Beckett has burst onto our school and obviously brings with him a wealth of talent. Congratulations Mr. Beckett - 98%."
She let the paper crash with plastic folder for effect. She should have been the drama teacher!
The bell rang, the class packed up and filed out. I got several congratulations and my first request.
"Hi, Sam right? I'm Cindy. We've met very briefly, on your first day. Well, you see. I just wanted to congratulate you on this excellent result today! Say, do you know anything about chemistry?"
Cindy left with my phone number. I didn't need hers - she wasn't only calling, she was coming over that night.
Cindy turned up at about 7:30pm.
"Wow, you live ALONE? I thought that was against the law!"
I just laughed. "Well, I make my own laws. You'll be the same next year - off to college. Come on in!" Cindy was dressed in stovepipe tight denim jeans, a cutie Tee shirt and trainers with slouch socks. Her hair was brunette, and fell just to her shoulders. No makeup, well perhaps a little. Very smart-casual. She smiled at me and I led her into the living room. She put her books on the coffee table, and I grabbed her a coke. Then I we both settled on the couch. Close enough to read over each other's shoulder. I began to look over her work. It was pretty simple formulae stuff.
