Note:
This is a work of fiction
All characters depicted in sexual activities are all 18-years-old or older at the time they are engaging in those activities. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, or events, past or present, are strictly coincidental.
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I really disliked school. It wasn't so bad at first, when I was attending a small private school where I managed to distinguish myself by passing both the second and third grades in one year. This was due to the small classes sharing one large classroom and it was easy for me to finish the work for the second grade quickly enough to do the work for the third.
My mother was overjoyed to see my picture in the newspaper showing me receiving my 'Double Promotion'. The school was happy with the award they received for recognizing and encouraging talented young students to excel. But things changed when I entered seventh grade and had to change to a public school. I was two years younger than the rest of my classmates owing to the promotion combined with the fact that an allowance had been made for me to start first grade at the age of five instead of having to wait until six like other kids. My attitude was that it would mean two less years in school but as I progressed through the grades into high school, the age difference became an issue.
Being smaller than other kids removed sports as an option for me. Other clubs and activities bored me since I was two years behind in age but two years ahead in intellect. Most of my time was spent concentrating on my studies, which resulted in straight As in all my subjects. In the tenth grade an IQ test verified I was a genius.
In my senior year the age difference really hit home. My hormones had awakened and I discovered girls. One girl in particular: The captain of the cheerleaders, Marsha Willis. It didn't help that we were both in four of the six classes I was taking. She perpetually distracted me by her presence even sitting on the other side of the room. I had the worse case of unrequited puppy love in the history of the world. The situation was hopeless. I was obsessed with her and she was oblivious to my existence.
Mom was disappointed with my refusal to attend the senior prom because I didn't want to spend the evening transfixed by Marsha's beauty while feeling like I had to pay attention to some girl who would appear desperate enough to go to prom with her kid brother. The sad thing was that I was actually a good dancer because my mother had insisted on my taking dancing lessons for years. She forced me to choose between dancing and piano and having my hands on a girl was more appealing than having them on a keyboard.
One day stands out in my memory of the sweet torture I endured while sitting in History class daydreaming of Marsha. We were both in the front row, I was on one end and Marsha sat three desks over to my right. The teacher made one student come up to the front of the room every Friday and look through several newspapers from all over the world to find stories that appeared to have historical significance and compare the subject to other periods in history. Today was my turn to be the chronicler. I stood nervously behind the desk where the papers were spread and quickly scanned the pages to choose a topic.
Directly across from the desk sat Marsha in her cheerleader uniform. My eyes kept darting up from the papers to look at her. I expected her to ignore my glances but she looked back at me with a very pleasant smile on her face. I couldn't tell if she enjoyed making me flustered or if she was just playing with me but it was difficult to stay focused on what I was supposed to be doing.
Thankfully the teacher called out to me, "Jeff, we only have half an hour for this." What the hell did I care about the historical significance of some stupid act in a country I'd never been to? I wanted to stare at Marsha for the rest of the day. Nevertheless, I managed to find a couple of stories and force my eyes away from Marsha long enough to get the job done.
However, Marsha wasn't through with me yet. When class ended I deliberately took my time putting my books and materials into my backpack until everybody else had left the room. Everybody but Marsha that is. She slowly turned sideways in her desk then stood up and walked over to stand in front of my desk.
She didn't say anything, just stood there looking at me. The look on her face was actually wistful rather than displeased. I didn't know if I should say anything or simply wait for her to speak but after what seemed to be a long time, but was probably less than a minute, she turned and sauntered to the door. I had no idea why she did it. Maybe she knew how I felt about her and was just silently telling me that she didn't mind. Nothing like that ever happened again. Well, not with her anyway.
Graduation finally arrived and my parents were proud and pleased with my being an honor graduate. I saw Marsha in her cap and gown and smiled at her while we waited in line to receive our diplomas. It would be the last time I saw her.
My mother had already decided where I would go to college. There was no way in hell she was going to let me go to a school far away from home. I grudgingly saw her point. I was used to having things done for me like laundry, grocery shopping, fixing meals and all the other chores that I was completely unprepared to undertake for myself. I still put up a fight but she pulled a dirty trick on me to persuade me to attend the local college five miles down the road. She told me if I would go there for at least the first two years, she would let me pick out any car I wanted and buy it for me. I knew I was being bribed but was still very displeased about going to the local school. Unbelievably she actually kept her word and after I was accepted, bought me a Porsche.
The thing that bothered me most about going to the local college was its reputation as a party school. It was a place where the children of rich, mostly New England families sent their kids to get a degree with very little actual education taking place. I felt like I would be out of place since I was so young. I couldn't party and drink with this crowd and manage to actually show up for classes. What I didn't know until I got there was that the school had been threatened with loss of accreditation if they didn't increase their emphasis on academics. The parties would still continue but no longer could students coast through their classes while the professors handed out passing grades like candy.
Despite having a great car and girls that would at least talk to me, the first two years of college were uninspiring. I went on dates occasionally but never really had a girlfriend. I wasn't even motivated to study and ended up at the end of my sophomore year with a 2.5 GPA. I received a letter in the mail informing me that if I didn't improve my grades to 3.0 in the first semester of my junior year I would be kicked out of school. This got my attention. It got my mom's attention too.
Getting kicked out meant bye-bye to the car and to being able to get in another school so I'd have to find a job. I was trapped. Instead of transferring to a big university, I was going to have to knuckle down and spend two more years at the local school. The only good news was that now I was eighteen. I knew what to do with girls and was finally old enough to do it.
I had changed my major twice and now the only degree I could graduate with was in Mathematics. This also meant being required to take other science classes as electives. My biggest challenge was Organic Chemistry. For the first time in my life I was intimidated by a subject and had a hard time with it the first two weeks. The professor came to my rescue and told me he would have a twenty one year old Senior Chemistry major tutor me. He neglected to mention that my tutor was female. This turned out to be a major milestone in my life.
When I showed up at the Science Center for my first tutoring session I was as shocked by my first encounter with my tutor as I had been that day in History class with Marsha. The meeting was to take place in one of the labs. The door to the lab was locked so I knocked on it. When the door opened I saw a young woman that could stop time. She had long blonde hair, a gorgeous face and tits that I'd only seen on women walking the red carpet at the Oscars. Her world-class ass was showcased in bright yellow short shorts that revealed a considerable amount of her cheeks below the bottom of the tight garment. What really completed the picture were the large, expensive, very dark sunglasses she had on.
She looked at me and said, "Jeff?"
I stammered out, "Y...Y..Yes."
"Come on in." She locked the door after I entered the lab. "Hi, I'm Carol, Carol Green. Professor Barnes said you were having a little trouble with Organic Chemistry. Is that right?"
"Yes it is. I don't know why but I seem to have some kind of block about this subject. I can't stay focused on the textbook and the lectures and I'm intimidated by the lab experiments. I did great in my freshman chemistry class but I feel lost now."
"Well, this can be a difficult course but I'm told that you're a very intelligent young man and I'm sure we can clear up your confusion pretty quickly."
"I hope so because I'm at a very pivotal point in my life right now and I need to get my studies under control. This is the first time I've ever had this type of problem and it really bothers me."
