[Fmm] The Tutor pt. 4

Chapter 4
=========

On Thursday, Alicia’s Sociology small group met to discuss their papers on sexuality. She took her usual seat next to Megan who only glanced up for a moment as she thumb-typed on her phone. After booting her laptop, Alicia stared at the screen displaying her final draft and waited for class to begin.

The previous evening had surpassed all of her expectations and left a tingling ache between her legs. The guys might have only been enthusiastic virgins, but Alicia had rarely enjoyed sex more. The thrill of her first threesome with two guys was multiplied by their youthful energy. And knowing they were going to be together later kept her simmering. The only damper was the continuing tension she felt with Megan.

“So how was the party?” Megan asked as she put her phone down.

“What party?” The comment confused Alicia until she remembered Megan’s comment after she had seen the condoms at the store. “No, I told you. I was just stocking up.”

“Yeah, but you have that *freshly fucked* look I know so well.” Megan raised her eyebrows and waited.

Alicia tried to ignore the look, but anger welled up. She snapped, “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“I knew you were lying,” Megan sneered.

Kendal, the thin, black-haired teaching assistant, came in and clapped her hands. “Ok, everyone take your seats.” She pushed her glasses back up her nose and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Megan murmured something under her breath as she yanked out her laptop and lifted the screen. The scowl on her face infuriated Alicia even more.

“I’m happy to announce that everyone got their papers submitted on time,” Kendal said, then paused a beat. “For a change.” That got a few chuckles. “I just shot out a link to the papers you’ve just turned in. Your topic was to explore our society’s perception and response to the differences between sexuality and gender. After skimming through the titles, I’m looking forward to reading them all and hope you are, too.”

“Do we *have* to read them all?” A muscular guy asked with a slight whine.

“Yes, Dillon. We will be discussing six papers per class until we meet up with all the other groups for the next lecture. Today you’ll start reading them here in class and be ready for our first discussion on Tuesday. Please start with Alicia Tucker’s paper. She got hers in early enough for me to read before class and I found it very insightful and thought provoking. Hers will be the first we discuss on Tuesday, but please have them all read before then.”

Alicia flushed at the recognition. Dillon shot her a look, along with the rest of the class. She returned his frank appraisal with one of her own. When he saw the interest in her eyes, he gave her a half-grin and raised his chin in her direction.

Megan let out a huff. “Looks like you found someone to use some of those condoms with, assuming you have any left.”

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” Alicia whispered as she turned her attention to her computer.

“Why do you feel like you have to hide how much you hook up?”

Alicia ignored Megan and clicked on a paper at random to read. She made it through two of them before she’d calmed down enough to read Megan’s paper. It explored gender differences in intimate relationships, especially social expectations based on gender.

Megan argued that male-male friendships rarely involved emotional intimacy. Many men only had a single person, typically a girlfriend or wife, with whom they shared both physical and emotional intimacy. The strong link between physical and emotional intimacy fed into the fear that any physical contact between men was implicitly homosexual.

Women were more willing to share emotional intimacy and often had a larger base of emotional support. As a result, women were generally more open to physical intimacy with other women. Hugging, holding hands, and touching were all more socially acceptable between women than men. There was even less social stigma associated with sexual relationships between women than there was with men.

The social pressure to maintain masculine gender roles comes with a deadly toll. Men are over three times more likely to kill themselves than women in the US. That could be tied back to the expectations regarding men and their role in society. They are valued for what they produce, not who they are. And a failure to produce, to succeed, becomes a *personal* failure. So by pressuring them to isolate themselves for fear of being viewed as unmasculine, she argued that society was complicit in their suicides.

It was an interesting argument. Some of the men Alicia had been involved with sexually had assumed their physical intimacy naturally implied an emotional intimacy she hadn’t felt or wanted. Her situation with Megan went the opposite direction. They had been emotionally intimate for years, but adding physical intimacy had made Megan assume their relationship was more than it was. Maybe Megan couldn’t keep the physical and emotional parts separated as easily as Alicia could.

When the bell rang, Alicia put away her books while Megan stood nearby looking pensive. Before they could speak, the muscular guy came over with an easy grin.

“Alicia, right?” he asked. “I’m Dillon.”

“Hey Dillon,” Alicia said as she stood to shoulder her book back. “What’s up?”

“You did a great job on your paper! You interested in talkin’ about sociology Saturday night? I think you get this stuff better’n me.” He offered his phone to Alicia so she could add her number. “And my roommate will be gone for the weekend.”

Alicia took his phone and texted herself *cute guy from sociology* so he would have her number and she would know who he was when he texted. “Sounds good. Text me later. I’ll see if I’m free to hook up.”

His smile widened as she handed his phone back. “Cool,” he said and backed away. “Cool.”

When he was out of earshot, Megan turned away muttering, “Fuck it, nevermind.”

Alicia’s irritation smoldered into flame. Before she could bite back the words, she hissed, “You’re not my fucking girlfriend.”

Megan walked out of the classroom without a word or glance back. When she turned at the door, Alicia saw her wiping at her eyes. The irritation flamed out and left a weary bitterness behind.

She usually ate lunch with Megan between classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That obviously wasn’t happening now. Alicia had lost her appetite anyway. She tried to rationalize how agitated Megan made her feel. There were the constant questions about her leisure time, asking who Alicia might be seeing or what she might be doing when they were apart. And the surprise visits at her dorm room along with the flimsy excuses she gave for them. The lingering looks. The strained silences.

Alicia had hooked up with a guy in her senior year of high school that had stalked her in much the same way. He was always just around the corner, bumping into her at parties. It had never gone beyond the point of being creepy. At the time, Megan had laughed at how obvious he had been. Now she was doing the same damn thing.

Alicia found it hard to concentrate during her Intro to Business class that followed her non-lunch in the library. She tried to follow the lecture topic of business ethics with little success. Luckily, the hall was filled with over a hundred students, so she could hide in the crowd during the lecture and discussion that followed.

*Megan.* The whole mess left her feeling guilty for no reason. They had hooked up. It had been amazing. Now it looked like Megan was going to ruin their friendship in the aftermath. Alicia had other friends, but it didn’t make losing one of her oldest friends any easier.

Her attention was drawn back when the professor assigned a new paper to write. It required researching a company that had been caught in breach of accepted business ethics. Using news stories and court records, if possible, she was to summarize the issues and identify policies that might have prevented the breach.

Alicia packed up her books and went back to her dorm for a quick shower and shave before heading to Meredith’s house. She hated to admit it, but what had started as a fun romp with the step-brothers had now become something of an emotional crutch. Her college workload and the situation with Megan had left her so stressed that only the prospect of enthusiastic sex later kept her going.

When she got there, Meredith answered her door with a distracted smile. “Hey, come on in.”

Alicia followed her into the kitchen and looked around for the guys. “How’s it going today?”

“I don’t know,” Meredith said. “They came home and have been up in their room ever since.”

“No fights or anything?” she asked. Her rule about ending things if the guys fought was foremost in her mind. The idea of not having sex suddenly bothered her more than she liked.

“No, nothing like that.” Meredith took a tray of broiled fish out of the oven. A couple of pieces were already missing. She carried the fish and a plate of pan-fried potatoes to the table and sat them on hot pads that were already there. “But something is off. Maybe something happened at school. Let me know if you find out?”

“I will.”

Meredith gathered her purse and paused with her hand on the doorknob.

“Can I ask a favor? Some of us have been hanging out after class to discuss the material. I’ve been ducking out to get home on time, but I really need to nail down the difference between process groups and knowledge areas. Would it be okay if I was a little late from now on?”

“Sure, no problem. I’ll nap on the couch if I get tired. Just text me when you’re on your way.”

“Thanks, Alicia. You’re really saving me.” Meredith squeezed her hand and smiled as she headed for the door to the garage. “See you later!”

“Bye.” Alicia turned to the stairs to see what was up with the guys. Their door was shut, so she rapped on it with the back of her knuckles. When she didn’t get an answer, she cracked the door open.

Adam was sitting across his bed, leaning back against the wall and wiping his eyes. Carlos was reclining on his bed on the other side of the room, staring at the ceiling with his arm over his forehead.

“Everything okay?” Alicia asked as she stepped into the room.

“We’re not fighting,” Adam said, his voice unsteady.

“Okay, but something obviously happened.”

A desk with a computer was between the beds under the window on the far wall. Their dresser ran along the wall next to her. Alicia leaned her hip against it to wait for them to speak.

In the silence, Carlos turned his head to stare at Adam. Carlos raised his eyebrows, as if prompting Adam to speak. Adam looked down and sighed.

“Earlier… we were talking about,” Adam started, then stopped to look up at Alicia with a flush growing across his cheeks. “About tonight. About things we wanted to learn or try.”

Alicia nodded to encourage him.

“I was talking about how great it was watching you and Carlos, last night, at the end. How hot it was.” Adam shifted around, clearly adjusting his jeans. “Then Carlos asked why I kissed you. Afterwards.”

“What did you say?” Alicia asked, curious herself.

Adam paused, sucking in his cheeks a few times. “That the idea of doing it turned me on.”

“That’s okay.” Alicia started to put the pieces together and wanted to help things along. “It turned me on, too.”

Carlos rolled over on his side to face them. “Yeah, but you’re a girl.”

“So what?”

“He likes to taste my *cum*,” Carlos exclaimed with a look of disgust. “That’s fucked up.”

“Why?” Alicia asked, but already knew the answer.

Carlos swung his legs over the side of the bed and opened his arms. “Because it’s gay!”

“No, wanting to marry a guy makes you gay. Adam just likes cum.” Alicia smirked and watched them carefully. “I mean, I’m not gay and I like the taste of pussy.”

Both guys looked at her with identical shocked expressions.

“You’re bi?” Carlos breathed.

“I don’t feel the need to use labels.” Alicia had to chuckle silently at them.

“But you’ve hooked up with a girl?” Carlos couldn’t mask his enthusiasm at the idea.

“So girl cum in *my* mouth is okay for me, but what Adam did is gross.”

Carlos frowned. “That’s different.”

“Not really. You can’t choose what turns you on. It runs deeper than that,” Alicia said as she considered how to make her point. “Adam, are you sexually aroused by guys?”

Adam blushed deeply before answering. “No, girls definitely turn me on. I want a girlfriend, not a boyfriend. It’s just that there’s something about watching a guy cumming. It’s not like I want to suck a dick or anything. I don’t know why it turns me on.”

“Exactly! There *is* no explanation. It’s one of the mysteries of life. People get turned on by whatever turns them on. Some people are obsessed with particular body parts or being restrained or socially taboo things like—I don’t know—peeing on someone. I’d never thought about being with a girl before someone dared me to kiss my friend at a party, but I liked it.”

“It’s different with girls,” Carlos grumbled.

“You’re right. It is. And it *shouldn’t* be. If I held a girl’s hand at school, as a friend, no one would care. If you two walked around like that, everyone would make uncomfortable comments until you stopped. Even if you just wanted to hug a guy friend having a hard time, you couldn’t. It’s really sad.”

“So you don’t think I’m weird?” Adam asked as he stood, his gaze on the floor.

“No,” Alicia said. “If you like it and it doesn’t hurt anyone else, who gives a shit?” She turned to Carlos. “I just want to point out that Adam trusted you with something really personal to him. Even if you don’t feel the same way he does, don’t shame him about it.”

“Whatever,” Carlos said as he looked away with embarrassment.

“Fair’s fair. What’s your kink then?” Alicia asked Carlos as a challenge. He didn’t answer. “Do you know that I’ve never had sex without a condom? My kink is letting a guy cum inside me. When I masturbate, thinking about that finishes me off instantly.”

Carlos turned pink as he looked up at the ceiling. “Fuck.”

“So what finishes you off?”

He whispered something too low for them to hear.

“What?”

“Anal.”

“Giving or receiving?” Alicia asked with a smirk.

“Giving, jeez,” Carlos exclaimed with a shocked expression. “And with a *girl*!”

“Not me.” Adam shrugged. “I have *no* desire to get poop on my dick.”

“Oh, that reminds me, never do anal bareback. If you get a urinary tract infection you’ll wish you were dead,” Alicia said as she turned back toward the door. “Your Mom’s gone and dinner’s ready.”

“I’m gonna shower first,” Carlos said as he pulled off his shirt.

“I’ll shower in Mom’s bathroom.” Adam started undressing. “It’ll be quicker.”

“Hey, I have an idea! Let’s eat naked,” Alicia suggested with a grin.

Both guys looked at each other and shrugged.

“Bring your condoms when you come down,” she said as she headed down the stairs.

Alicia was at the table—gloriously nude—sitting on a hand towel when the guys finished their showers. Both of them came in with evident arousal when they sat on either side of her. The glass table allowed them all full view of each other. Alicia had already served the fish and potatoes, so they all dug in.

“Can I ask what being with another girl was like?” Adam asked after a few bites. Both guys had softened to about half-mast by then, but the subject would likely reverse the that trend.

Alicia pondered how to describe it for a moment. “Well, the lack of facial hair or scruff was the first thing I noticed. Girls are *so* much softer. There’s less pressure to perform, so the pace is slower. I gotta say that tits are awesome sauce. The biggest difference I found is that we focused more on pleasure than orgasms, but there were still plenty of those.”

“I thought orgasms *were* pleasure,” Carlos teased.

“They are, but I’m talking about things like massaging and teasing and licking all those little spots that usually get ignored in the rush to penis-in-vagina sex.”

“That much teasing would drive me crazy.” Carlos said with a shake of his head.

“The last guy that I hooked up with regularly spent naked time with me like this. When we watched movies, I’d just lay with my head in his lap and suck on him for hours. The whole time he rubbed my back and play with my tits. It was so relaxing and sexy.”

Both guys stared at me with their forks in midair. “Damn,” Adam whispered as his cock pulsed.

“Sex isn’t just about fucking,” she said with a shrug. “It’s just as much about exploring pleasure. Megan and I have literally spent *hours* naked together with nary a penis between us.”

“You’re a poet and didn’t know it,” Carlos said with playful chuckle as he finished his plate.

It only took a few moments to clean up and load the dishwasher, but the game of grab-ass in the kitchen took about ten minutes more. All three of them were giggling and aroused when the brothers got Alicia cornered near the pantry.

“Don’t you guys have homework?” Alicia laughed as she fended off their fingers.

“A little,” Adam admitted. Carlos nodded a little unhappily at the end of their game.

“Nekkid homework first and then we can mess around.”

Homework finally took the guys minds off being naked enough to go fully soft. Alicia made some good progress researching her business paper and helped both guys with algebra and social studies. After packing up her laptop, she grabbed the hand towel off her chair and went into the living room. The couch was a large sectional that squared off a corner of the room facing the large, wall-mounted television.

“So come tell me how you’re doing on your homework assignment,” Alicia said after she plopped down on the couch. The guys sat down on either side of her.

“Well, we talked about all the girls we knew,” Adam said. “We did what you said. You know, find a couple of ordinary girls who are interesting. So there are these twins a couple of stops away on our bus. They don’t look alike, but they’re both cute. Liz and Fiona. They play on the JV volleyball team.”

Alicia slapped a hand over her face. “Frasier, right? Older sister named Megan?”

“You remembered them?” Carlos asked with excitement building in his tone. “Cool! Fiona said they knew you. You played on the varsity team last year. She said you were really good.”

“You already told them about me?” she asked as the irony of the situation pushed out a mirthless chuckle. *Megan’s little sisters. Fucking perfect.* The arousal that had slowly built all day was suddenly dashed in cold water.

“Yeah,” Adam said. “But just that you tutor us. They wanted us to come see them play tomorrow night. You said you’d take us, right?”

“Yes,” Alicia conceded. “Yes, I did. And we’ll definitely go see them tomorrow night.”

Megan either already knew or would shortly find out about her tutoring the pair. Alicia and Megan had both watched Adam over the years. After catching her in the store with a cart full of condoms, Megan would think she was setting up Adam and Carlos to fuck her little sisters. Or, worse, she would instantly suspect what was *really* going on.

“Is everything okay?” Adam asked. “You said we were supposed to find girls to practice with.”

Alicia pasted on a smile despite the gnawing worry. “Yeah, I just didn’t expect them to be girls I already knew. Now that I think about it, they are probably perfect for this.”

There was nothing she could do about it and she didn’t want to waste her limited time with the two horny teenagers. Alicia turned in place on the couch. She put her legs over Adam’s lap and reclined backwards over Carlos’ legs. She grinned up at them, raising her arms over her head to pull her firm breasts higher on her chest.

“Tonight’s lesson is exploring pleasure,” Alicia said and snuggled into the pair.

Carlos had a saucy grin when he rubbed up from her stomach with flat palms. While his fingers traced her muscles and curves, Adam massaged down her legs to her feet. She shut her eyes and gave her body over to their care. Warm tingles followed their touches and she arched her back with a happy purr.

Adam scooted down the couch and took her foot in his hands. He ran his thumbs deep into her instep, making her moan. He spent minutes caressing both feet and each toe. Tremors sizzled up her leg and a heavy heat bloomed deep in her stomach. Carlos tweaked her nipples and rubbed his whole hands over her breasts, squeezing them gently. Then he rubbed under her arms and pushed up her arms to tickle towards her fingers.

“So nice,” Alicia breathed as the worry began to ease. The only sounds were their increasingly rapid breaths and the occasional brush of skin or fabric.

Adam parted her legs. The air felt cool against her hot center. He began to rub his hands up the inside of her thighs. Alicia tilted her hips towards Adam as the craving for his touch grew stronger. Then he bent forward to place kisses low on her stomach. The scent of her arousal grew as she arched her back.

Carlos continued dragging his fingertips around her chest, shoulders, and face. Alicia nipped at them when they passed. He chuckled as he traced between her lips, allowing her to suck them in.

“Your skin is so soft,” Carlos whispered to her.

Adam licked along the crease between her labia her leg, forcing her mouth open to draw in a quick breath.

“And delicious,” Adam whispered before returning his attention to her opening petals.

Eyes still shut, Alicia felt Carlos lift her in a warm embrace to kiss her. The tender kiss opened and Alicia felt his tongue sweep between her lips. The sensation of being kissed by Carlos while Adam licked her open made sparks flow over her skin.

Two hungry mouths fed on her. Writhing in their embrace, Alicia let the sensations carry her away. The heat in her stomach flowed out her arms and legs, tingling into a quickening ache. She held her breath and arched her back. Riding the edge was an agonizing pleasure. She came at last with laughter bubbling around Carlos’ kiss. Adam placed one last lick up her slit before sitting up and running his hands down her legs.

“Oh yes,” she giggled and opened her eyes at last. The idea of being with both of them at the same time teased her imagination. She rolled over and sat up. “Wanna try something else together?”

“Sure,” Carlos said as Adam helped her up.

“Help me move this.” They scooted the padded ottoman away from the sectional couch. The guys grinned at each other while Alicia lay on her back over the ottoman. “Adam, suit up and kneel down there. Carlos, kneel down and come up here.”

She reached for Carlos and tugged him closer by his erection. Adam knee-walked between her knees and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” Alicia purred to Carlos while she caressed his hard cock. Then she hung her head down off the edge of the ottoman and opened her mouth for him.

Alicia had never done this before but the situation had been a regular feature in her fantasies. Carlos stroked her cheek with his palm and gently guided himself along her extended tongue. She kept her throat open to receive him. His musky scent made her mouth water.

At the same time, Adam pressed slowly into her. The first thrust sent electricity prickling over her skin. The sensation pushed a low hum out of her which made Carlos shiver.

“Oh my God,” Carlos whispered as he reached for her breasts, tweaking and squeezing until she gasped. He withdrew and pushed back into her sucking mouth. “Dude, are we dreaming?”

Alicia gave herself over to the experience. Adam plunged in deep and slow, the wet sounds punctuating the sensations he gave her. She focused on sucking Carlos, running her hands over his lightly furred balls as he thrust his rigid heat into her mouth. She made sure to hum when he stroked deep to encourage him, catching a breath when she could.

The three of them worked out a syncopated rhythm that worked well. Adam drove fastest as he pushed her legs up. After a while, the slapping flesh sounded louder than their breaths. He lifted her hips enough that each stroke hit that wonderful spot deep inside and triggered a series of little orgasms. She whimpered.

Carlos began to hold his breath. “Alicia—”

Between his slick precum and her abundant saliva, the tip of his swollen cock began to slide deeper down her throat with each thrust. She kept from gagging by focusing on her breathing, catching breaths through her nose when he withdrew. The lack of oxygen and continuous stimulation made her body feel light. The little orgasms kept building, pushing her toward something she’d only experienced before with Megan.

“Oh God,” Carlos said, his hands moved to support her neck while he filled her gaping mouth. “Oh fuck, Alicia!”

Alicia kept his cum in her mouth, savoring his salty, slippery gift. The light-headed feeling intensified the deep pounding Adam was giving her. She felt like she was floating away when suddenly she began rising. Carlos was lifting her up by her shoulders, she realized. He slid on the ottoman behind her and pulled her against his chest, holding her against Adam’s hard thrusts.

Alicia reached for Adam and he drew her into an embrace without stopping. Carlos had his arms wrapped around her, holding her close when the trio came together. Alicia was still floating. It was hard to focus for some reason. She heard Carlos whisper next to her ear.

“Go ahead. It’s cool.”

Suddenly, Adam was kissing her. His tongue probing deeply searching for his brother’s gift. Carlos moved his hands as he pressed into Alicia’s back. One hand began rubbing circles on her swollen clit while the other cupped her breast. Adam continued pounding into her, his cock filling her completely then leaving her begging for more.

The rising spiral of arousal pushed Alicia to the edge until she fell into a series of powerful, connected orgasms. One ended and another began like waves at the beach. Laughter spilled from her lips between kisses and gasps. When Adam finally cried out, Alicia leaned her head back against Carlos’ shoulder and roared her pleasure.

The three of them clung together, holding Alicia between them as they cooled down. Adam eventually withdrew and tied off his condom, then stood to help Alicia collapse on the couch. Adam followed her, chuckling and wiping his face with both hands. Carlos moved to her other side and drew her into his arms.

“That was…” Carlos chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t even know what that was.”

Adam hummed and buried his face against Alicia. “Holy shit.”

“That may have been the best sex of my life,” Alicia admitted between gasps. Her throat felt raw and swollen. There was a throbbing ache between her legs. Despite that, the scent of their sex made her hungry for more.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7xce87/fmm_the_tutor_pt_4