My eyelids were heavy as if they were made of lead. Each blink was a battle that I was slowly losing as sleep beckoned me, and the words on my biology textbook blurred into an indecipherable mess. At 21, juggling the relentless demands of college and a part-time job left me perpetually exhausted. My bed seemed like a distant dream as I sat in the lecture hall, fighting the inevitable.
"Sam! Wake up!" Professor Thompson's sharp voice cut through my foggy mind like a knife. I jolted awake, my cheeks flushing as I saw his disapproving eyes. "If you spent half as much time studying as you do sleeping in my class, you might actually pass this course. Why don't you take a page out of Miss Jefferson's book, hmm?" he casually gestures to Hayley Jefferson in the third row from the front. "Now would you kindly try and stay awake in my class."
I turned my head and saw her, Hayley. She was the epitome of perfection -- beautiful, intelligent, and seemingly always on top of her game. Her long, dark hair framed a face that was always attentive and focused. I sighed. Comparing myself to her was like comparing a sloth to a cheetah.
After class, I dragged my feet, intending to head straight to my dorm for a much needed nap. But as I exited the hall, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Hayley standing there, a kind smile on her face. She was wearing a cute white blouse, tucked and secured by a belted navy blue skirt. It ended above her knees, really showcasing her lusciously smooth and sexy legs.
"Hey, it's Sam, right?" she asked.
"Uh... y-yeah." I jumble the words out. "Hi, Hayley," I replied, trying to sound more awake than I felt.
"I noticed you've been struggling a bit. Professor Thompson can be harsh, but he means well," she pauses and looks away from me, a sheepish expression on her face.
"I was wondering if you'd like some help?" Her grin seemed genuine but there was something behind her eyes. For a split second, it was like the gaze of a predator that just locked eyes on its prey.
"Like a tutor?" I say plainly.
"Yeah, I can be your tutor if you're interested."
I blinked in surprise. The most attractive girl in my classes and star student, offering to help me? "I -- uh, yeah, that would be great. Thanks," I answered her shyly.
You're a fucking dweeb Sam. A hot chick who is exactly your type is standing in front of you, talking to you even, and you can't even get a sentence out? Pathetic.
"Awesome. You're lucky you're cute, otherwise, I'd have to pretend to be interested," Hayley said with a cheeky smile and pulled out her phone. "Let's swap numbers and set up a time to meet."
As if my mind was playing tricks on me I said dumbly, "You think I'm cute?" with ears tinged pink.
"Well... I wouldn't go that far," she teased, winking at me, "but you're definitely not the worst to look at." She reaches out her hand and brushes over my forehead, sweeping a few loose blond strands behind my ear.
Holy fucking shit. What is she doing? My eyes bulge out of my head and I try to regain my composure.
"Oh, thanks. I guess that's a compliment... sort of?" I laugh nervously and rub my neck, attempting to ease the tension that is starting to build there.
"Don't let it go to your head, Sam," she smirked, "but maybe if you play your cards right, you might just earn a proper compliment."
"Guess I'll have to bring my A-game then," I said, feeling a bit bolder, "wouldn't want to disappoint my new tutor."
She nods and replies, "Good attitude," her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just remember, I don't go easy on my students."
"I'll take my chances," I grinned, trying to match her confidence.
We exchanged numbers, and for the first time in weeks, I felt relief and excitement. Due to my busy schedule, I haven't had the chance to experience anything remotely close to a normal college life unless you count working myself to death, trying to catch up on school work and struggling to pass or get any sleep.
"See you around, Sam. Don't forget to do your homework," she said with a playful wave as she sauntered away.
I hold my hands up to my mouth and shout after her, "wouldn't dream of it!" I was left feeling a strange mix of nervousness and exhilaration.
I can't believe she's going to be my tutor, I wonder what sides of her I'll get to see.
That night, I sent her a text: "Hey Hayley, thanks again for offering to help me. When's a good time for you?"
She replied almost immediately, "How about tomorrow after your last class? We can meet at my dorm. Wear something comfortable," and of course, she ends the text with a smiling emoji.
I agree and she sends me her address.
The next day, I took extra care in being presentable and found myself nervously waiting at her door. With a deep breath I knock. When Hayley opens it, I immediately notice her clothes (or should I say lack of). My cheeks flush and my body involuntarily reacts, sending blood rushing to my cock.
She's standing in front of me bare foot with perfectly painted toes, short black athletic shorts and a white spaghetti-strapped crop top, showcasing her slender midsection, lack of bra and perky nipples that peek through the fabric.
She greets me with a warm smile and a hug. Her breasts warm and squishy against my chest. Holy fucking shit, I've died and gone to heaven. Like, is this seriously happening right now? Her tits are touching me... and they're quite amazing.
"Oh hey, come in and make yourself comfortable." She turns and goes back into her room, and I can't help but take the chance to get a good view of her perfect plump ass.
Nice.
"Lucky for us my roommate is visiting her family a few states away so there won't be any interruptions or many distractions hopefully, is that okay Sam?" I mumble a yeah and she sits at her desk. It's covered in open biology books, strewn across the wood top with some hand scribbled notes on loose sheets of paper.
"Feel free to sit on my bed," she gestures to the made up bed on the right of the dorm room.
Once I sit and get comfortable she clears her throat, "Hope you're ready to dive into the world of biology," she says enthusiastically and then giggles.
I cleared my throat, "As ready as I'll ever be," my enthusiasm was tempered by my raging need to jump her, to unleash all my sexual desires upon her.
Hayley begins by explaining the concepts we were covering in class. Time ticks by and it's already been 20 minutes of me trying to keep up with her. I tried to focus, but the words swam around in my tired brain.
Seeing my struggle, Hayley paused. "Okay, let's try something different as this is clearly not working. How about we turn this into a game?"
"A game?" I asked, intrigued.
"Yeah! Let's make it fun and even add in some high stakes for both of us. I'll ask you some questions, you can either answer me with or without the information from inside your textbook. Of course you'll need to answer within a certain time frame, and for each correct answer, you get a reward," she shrugs nonchalantly, "easy right?"
"That doesn't sound too bad, but what happens if I fail?" I ask.
"Well you'll get a punishment obviously," she smirks innocently, but something tells me it's anything but innocent.
I think about it for a moment, "Uhhhh alright, let's do it." I shrug.
