All characters are over the legal age of 18.
This is a piece of fiction and should be treated as such.
It was just another day of my life. Saturday, actually. While every other kid my age was either getting drunk and partying or just enjoying life, I knew what was coming today. As a kid from a wealthy family, said family also expects a lot from you. And when you aren't good enough. You'll end up like me now.
At least I don't have to go to classes outside my house. You see, while being wealthy can be challenging, you have money, yay! So private tutoring every Saturday. Yeah, it is bad, just like it sounds, but not unbearable.
I had this cool lady called Suzan to teach me. We became friends, and it was more fun than at least going to school. Well, good things never last, and Suzan moved houses. It was sad seeing her go.
My parents, however, didn't give me any time to breathe. One week without studying would be fine! But no, they looked for a new teacher immediately after. Just a few hours later, they had already selected someone. My family is pretty famous, so for anyone to get into contact with that family would be awesome.
I need to stop rambling. Let's get back to the story. So, I am sitting here in my room waiting for today's appointment. I was pretty excited but nervous nonetheless. My dad was the one who booked me with this new tutor, and he didn't say anything to anyone. I didn't know even if they were a man or a woman.
First impressions always matter, so I had my books prepared and was just sitting, waiting politely.
"*He isn't going to be late, right?*" I thought as I looked at the clock above the door.
While first impressions mattered, they did so both ways, so arriving late wouldn't give him much credit. 5 minutes left...3...2...1...and...
Just as the clocks showed 2 pm in the seconds, the door to my room opened. In it. There stood a handsome gentleman in a suit, with a briefcase and glasses. Just as you would describe a perfect businessman. He quickly searched the room with his eyes before sticking his gaze on me.
I was seriously flustered for a moment there. While I had my fair share of pretty boyfriends, he was on a different level. He stood tall, around 6'5", towering above me.
If you took a brief glance at me, the first thing you would see on me was my height. I am a pretty tall girl, slightly below 6 ft., so having someone so much larger than me was rare. Well, you could also notice my athletic shape or my natural, large breasts.
I always loved sports and was pretty good at them. While a few basketball teams sought after me, I still preferred volleyball instead. From that, I became pretty fit. I already mentioned my fit body, but damn, I look good. Slightly muscular, but not too much; not fat and not too skinny. Big ass, big boobs. What more can you wish for?
"Hello, my name is Hank."
The tutor broke me out of my thoughts as I quickly shook my head, stood up, and took his offered hand.
"Hi. I'm Kara, nice to meet you."
I sighed in relief internally as I somehow managed to not make this weird.
After the standard introductions, we got straight to learning. Hank was so charming and sweet. I fell in love with his personality immediately. At least for the time my dad was supervising from the corner.
It was a standard procedure of making sure he was the right fit as a tutor for me. My dad would observe for an hour and then either kick the tutor out or leave to do his own thing.
I was having fun and didn't even notice the time run so quickly, and the hour was gone. I looked where my dad was sitting before, and he was gone. No remarks even. This was the first time it has happened. He always nagged the tutor for a while and said everything they did was bad. It was excessive in my eyes, but I grew accustomed to it.
But there were no nagging or complaints today. Was he really the perfect tutor?
Half an hour went by, and I noticed a few changes in him after Dad left. Firstly, he became more relaxed. I wrote it off as he was a bit tense when Dad was watching him. I wouldn't blame him. I would be nervous too if it happened to me, but the other thing was that he became more touchy.
As he was teaching me, his hand slipped a few times onto my legs. I always told him, and he apologized. He probably didn't realize it; no worries.
That was what I had thought for the first three, no, five times, but as he did it the tenth time,. It was apparent that he was doing it intentionally. And I became aware he inched his way under my skirt time after time. Every time, more in.
"...really? Well, that's a funny story." He finished his response to my experience of summer camp, and he hecking did it again.
His hand went so far it touched my panties.
