[FF] The Tutor pt. 11

Chapter 11
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Alicia walked through the door of her Sociology class and scanned the faces in the room. Even though Dean Evans had said Dillon would be banned from attending classes until after the hearing, she still worried his father might get the ban lifted somehow. Megan stood with a suppressed smile and waited next to her desk while Alicia approached.

“Hey, girlfriend,” Megan said. She kept her bright smile pinned closed by biting her lower lip.

Alicia reached out and ran her fingers down Megan’s upper arm before forcing her hand back to her side. The desire to kiss Megan was so overwhelming that Alicia leaned in for a single soft kiss before she could stop herself. It lasted no longer than a second, but Alicia felt her skin prickle.

It was the first time the two of them had kissed openly in public. Well, other than the party where they’d been dared to kiss each other the first time. Megan’s smile escaped as Alicia pulled back. The pair found their seats next to each other and prepared for class.

“How was your first night back in your dorm room?” Megan asked.

“Lonely, for about ten seconds, then I was out like a light. How about you?”

“The same. Did anyone harass you today?”

“Not yet,” Alicia sighed. “I haven’t had panic attacks like I did yesterday either.”

“Good.”

They both looked up when Kendal, the teaching assistant for their class, approached and stood between their desks.

“Hey, Alicia. I read the memo about what happened between you and Dillon over the weekend,” she said with a grimace. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Me, too,” Alicia replied with a growl. Megan reached for her hand and Alicia hooked their pinkies.

Kendal noticed and her lips quirked for a second. “I also wanted to warn you that I’ve already been deposed for the hearing.” Kendal couldn’t meet Alicia’s eyes when she said it.

Alicia’s chest squeezed tight. “Did anyone mention when the hearing would be?”

Kendal shook her head. “I know there were some other depositions scheduled today. Tomorrow, maybe?”

“Crap,” Alicia muttered. “What did they ask you?”

“Sorry, I can’t talk about it.” Kendal squinted like it hurt to admit it. “The university made me sign a non-disclosure agreement.”

“Typical,” Megan murmured, the looked at Alicia. “Was your mom able to get you a lawyer?”

“Yeah,” Alicia said. “Her name’s Jennifer… something. Mom said she’s already contacted the university and Dillon’s father to notify them I have representation. I’m supposed to meet with her this afternoon.”

“I met her this morning and she’s good,” Kendal said and gave them both a significant look. “I can’t tell you specifics, but my deposition was brutal. Dillon’s dad was an utter asshole, but Jennifer kept things moving.”

Alicia swallowed past a lump in her throat as Kendal started class. As promised, Kendal brought up Alicia’s paper on gender and sexuality for discussion first. Some of her more conservative classmates argued for simple, binary gender identities based on their religious beliefs. That provided a strong contrast to the more progressive view Alicia had presented in her paper. Kendal guided the lively debate without pushing any particular viewpoint, but her insightful questions kept everyone thinking and talking.

The rest of the class passed quickly as they reviewed two other papers. One focused on historical gender roles in various cultures around the world. One citation mentioned how Samoan culture has two additional genders, called fa’afafine and fa’atane, which translates as “the way of the woman” and “the way of the man” respectively. The terms described individuals who were born one biologically gender but later embodied both masculine and feminine traits. Fa’afafines and fa’atane are considered an important part of the Polynesian culture and pursued a varied sex life that could include either men or women.

Alicia and Megan gathered their things at the end of class. Kendal approached them again with a quizzical expression.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you two…” Kendal trailed off and motioned between them. “Together?”

“Yes,” Alicia said and turned a radiant smile at Megan. Megan blushed and nodded, confirming it as well.

“Well, that explains why he kept asking about you two,” Kendal mumbled to herself with an eye roll. “I had no idea, obviously. Before today, the tension between you was thick enough to cut with a knife.”

“I was being an idiot,” Alicia admitted and bumped into Megan’s shoulder. “I’m just glad she was willing to forgive me when I wised up.”

“Hey, I volunteer for our Coming Out Workshops if you’re looking for support.”

“I think we’re okay,” Megan said. “My dad is the only one who’s being an ass about it.”

“Well, without violating my NDA, you may change your minds about needing support.” Kendal handed them both small cards with information about various campus support organizations for LGBTQ+ students.

Alicia and Megan glanced at each other as they took the cards. Alicia recalled Megan’s plea not to join lesbian social clubs and caught her eyebrow rising in dry amusement.

Alicia schooled her expression to be more serious and said, “Thanks, Kendal, we really appreciate the offer.”

Megan took Alicia’s hand and led them out the door. When they were safely out of hearing distance, Megan chuckled.

“I guess we’re out now?” Alicia asked with a squeeze.

“Way out.” Megan glanced over. “Far out.”

“Kendal was just being supportive.” Despite the admonition, Alicia couldn’t stop her grin.

“I will *not* join some kind of gay support group,” Megan said. “Loving you doesn’t define who I am any more than loving some guy would.”

“I guess it’s good we mentioned dating to our parents since they asked Kendal about us in the deposition.”

“Yeah, but I’m not worried about it,” Megan said as they exited the building. “Hungry?”

“Not really,” Alicia said with a sly look. “Not for food, anyway.”

“My roommate never comes back until late afternoon.”

Alicia shifted direction and tugged at Megan’s hand with a chuckle.

A few minutes later, they slipped through Megan’s dorm room door. Megan pushed Alicia back as the door closed to pin her against it with a kiss. Alicia felt her skin prickle and heat bloom low in her stomach.

They tore at each other’s clothes, dropping them where they fell on the way to Megan’s twin bed. Alicia pushed her down into the messy sheets and smiled down at her girlfriend. Megan was breathing hard. Her glittering eyes returned the heated look.

Alicia moved to cover Megan, sliding their breasts together, nipple to nipple. Megan reached up and pulled Alicia closer, running her knee slowly into the wet heat at the joining of Alicia’s thighs. The need to grind against it made Alicia whimper and gasp.

“Roll over,” Megan whispered and pushed Alicia toward the wall.

Alicia relented and allowed Megan to tilt her into the sheets. In moments, Megan had her hot mouth around a nipple, sucking just hard enough to sting. Fingers splayed across Alicia’s stomach tickling down to cup her mons and squeeze. Alicia threw her legs open, pushing into the hand teasing her open.

“Yes,” Alicia gasped as she was slowly filled with two fingers.

When those fingers found the sensitive spot deep inside, Alicia arched her back. Megan began to tap the spot, then swirl her finger around it. Tap-tap, swirl, tap-tap, swirl, each motion driving Alicia higher. Megan ground her palm into Alicia’s sensitive mons while tapping and swirling around deep inside Alicia’s body.

“So good,” Alicia groaned.

The sensations kept her body in constant motion, rocking at the pace Megan set with her mouth and hand. Megan shifted from one breast to the other, her body now partially covering Alicia. All Alicia could do was cling to her, trembling at the overwhelming experience.

Sex with Megan felt so right. Even though Alicia knew they would both eventually be sated, there was no rush. The experience was more about pleasure and connection. Megan’s tongue circled her nipples, then she rubbed her soft cheeks over the aching bumps before taking them into her warm mouth again.

Megan seemed to sense when Alicia got close to orgasm and would shift her pace or touch to keep her off balance. The wracking ecstasy built to a dizzy height. In her hazy thoughts, Alicia realized she was trembling on the edge of something she’d never experienced before.

Her whole body clenched, especially the muscles in her stomach. Megan forced Alicia flat again, pressing her down and providing resistance to push against. The tapping and swirling deep inside continued as a wave of indescribable pleasure crashed over and over. This wasn’t like the kind of orgasm that brought out her giggles, this kind of pleasure crushed her into a whimpering mess.

Clutching at Megan’s back, Alicia cried out as her body rocked and twisted on the bed. The pleasure didn’t stop. Instead of a climax and release of tension, Megan demonstrated she knew how to tease Alicia into a continuous state of ecstasy. It left no room for thought or fear or worry. She was vaguely aware of crying out, but couldn’t muster the control to remain silent.

Megan kept going until Alicia closed her legs and pushed Megan away. The tingling continued even after Megan withdrew her fingers to lick them clean. Alicia lay panting like she’d run a marathon, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.

“What?” Alicia managed between gasps. “Was that?”

“Remember how you found *my* button to make me cum forever?” Megan asked as she finished with her fingers. “I think I just found *yours*.”

Alicia rolled to her side and clutched at Megan. Words slipped through her mental grasp like water. Nothing mattered but breathing and a deep sense of peace. She almost fell asleep when Megan slipped down next to her to share the pillow.

Alicia ran her hand along Megan’s hip and into the curve of her waist. Staring into each other’s eyes, Megan leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on Alicia’s lips. That started a soft series of kisses. Alicia moved closer until they were touching from their lips to their toes.

“We’re gonna be late for class,” Megan whispered between kisses.

Alicia traced down from Megan’s hips and tickled until Megan slipped her legs apart. The familiar wet heat drew in Alicia’s fingers. Megan hummed deep in her throat as they continued kissing. The slow touches continued, easing Megan into a heightened state of arousal.

Still kissing, Alicia pressed in deeper to draw Megan out. Both of them deepened the kiss, but Megan began to hold her breath and push her hips into Alicia’s touch. The slippery skin made it easy for Alicia to bring her to the edge.

Megan pulled closer, grinding against Alicia’s hand with soft gasps. “So close.”

“Cum for me,” Alicia whispered while keeping the same pace.

“Right there!”

Rubbing harder, Alicia watched as Megan closed her eyes and relaxed into an easy orgasm. After it passed, Alicia withdrew her fingers and reached around to pull Megan into a tight embrace. The deep connection they’d always shared now thrummed between them.

The ringing of a cell phone disturbed the moment. Megan sighed and reached over to pull their tangled jeans closer to the bed. After fishing through the pockets, she pulled out the ringing phone and passed it to Alicia.

“Hello?”

“Alicia? This is Jennifer Litaly. I work with your mom.”

“Oh, hey,” Alicia said and covered the phone. “My attorney.”

Megan nodded and got up to gather their clothes.

“I’ve finally gotten a handle on things and wanted a chance to discuss your upcoming deposition and hearing with you when you get time.”

“I’m heading to my business class, but I’m free after three this afternoon.”

“I’m on campus for depositions today, but I’d prefer to meet you somewhere off campus.”

“That’ll be fine,” Alicia said and then suggested a coffee shop she knew. They settled the details and Alicia hung up.

“Stay right there,” Megan said as she approached with a washcloth.

Using the warm wet cloth, Megan cleaned Alicia with loving attention to detail. The water was scented with something light and flowery. Alicia opened her legs to allow Megan access to all her intimate places. Then Megan wiped up to her stomach and under her breasts before gently wiping across her sensitive nipples.

“You’re so good to me,” Alicia whispered as she touched her lover’s hair.

“We can’t have you meeting your attorney smelling like we spent the afternoon in bed.”

One quick kiss and Megan sat back to get their panties. Then she started to slip her own panties up Alicia’s legs.

“Those are yours.”

Megan grinned up with a little smirk as she tugged them up. “I know. Stand up.”

Alicia stood as Megan smoothed the fabric across her front.

“It makes me hot to think about you wearing my panties for some reason,” Megan said with a shrug, her face going pink. Then she stepped into Alicia’s panties and slowly pulled them up her long legs. “What about you?”

Alicia swallowed as she watched her own damp gusset cup Megan’s sex. “Yeah.”

“So think about *that* while you’re sitting in class,” Megan whispered as she leaned closer.

“Speaking of class, we’re gonna be late,” Alicia said and then quickly kissed Megan.

“Already are,” Megan said with a chuckle as she bent to get the rest of their clothes. “And worth every second.”

Alicia spent her remaining time in Intro to Business half-listening to the lecture while working on her paper. With all the research she had done, the paper basically wrote itself from her notes. She made a chart with the text from the job descriptions with the gender signaling words, highlighting the biased language in different colors to make it more obvious. By the time the class was over, she had submitted her paper electronically and headed out to meet her lawyer.

Megan drove them to the coffee shop while Alicia bit her thumbnail. It was an old habit. She had to resist the temptation to bite through the nail and tear it down to the quick. After what happened with Dillon, people had been giving depositions and discussing her sex life for days. It made her feel exposed and angry and scared all at once. Her lawyer, Jennifer, had already heard from other people before she’d even had a chance to hear Alicia’s side of the story.

They arrived at the coffee shop and Alicia sat staring at the familiar mermaid logo. Megan reached over to tug Alicia’s hand away from her mouth.

“It’s going to be okay,” Megan said. “No matter what happens, we’ll get through this together.”

Alicia nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. Then she took a deep breath and opened the door to get out of the car.

Alicia instantly spotted Jennifer despite never meeting her before. She was the only person in the room wearing a skirt suit and had an air of confidence as she swiped her laptop screen. She was probably close to the same age as Mom but lacked Mom’s suburban softness. When they approached, Jennifer stood and smiled to greet them.

“Alicia,” she said as she extended her hand. “I’m Jennifer. Unfortunately, I recognize you from the video that’s part of the evidence report.”

“Like the black eye didn’t give me away,” Alicia said as she shook hands with Jennifer. “This is my girlfriend, Megan. Is it okay if she stays?”

Jennifer shrugged. “That’s up to you, of course. You’re the client.”

The three sat down around the table and Jennifer closed her laptop screen. Alicia took a deep breath and asked, “So what happens now?”

“A formal hearing,” Jennifer said with a frown. “I don’t suppose you’re familiar with the Title IX rules on sexual assault investigations?”

Alicia shot a worried glance at an equally worried Megan. “No, I thought I just had to appear before the Dean of Students or something.”

“Reports of sexual misconduct at a university have developed a kind of life of their own recently. A few years ago a college in Delaware didn’t handle an investigation correctly and got their ass handed to them by the Department of Education. The report of your assault went from the campus police and health services straight to the Dean of Students, Tom Evans, on Saturday. Since he is also the Title IX Coordinator for the university, he immediately issued Dillon McGregor a temporary suspension to force him off campus.”

“Good,” Alicia said and squeezed Megan’s hand under the table.

“We’re already past the first three stages of the process; the initial assessment, the complaint, and evidence gathering. Tom has elected not to pursue the informal resolution process, which is essentially arbitration. Much of the key evidence is already in the public domain and has polarized the students and the media. It could also lead to criminal charges, which means we have to prepare for the *formal* resolution process.”

“That sounds ominous,” Megan said.

“As I said, Tom is running this investigation by the book, but he’s moving faster than I expected. The complaint was filed officially on Saturday, Doug McGregor filed their response on Monday and waived the five-day waiting period, which I would *never* have done. Tom started gathering evidence yesterday and has already assembled the evidence report. A three-member hearing panel has been formed and the clock for the 3-day response period has started. I’ve never seen the process move this fast before.”

“It’s probably because of the football schedule,” Megan grumbled. “A bunch of guys harassed Alicia yesterday over why she wants to make us lose this weekend.”

“Wait, what?” Jennifer asked with wide eyes.

“It was a guy I hooked up with before. He asked why I put out for him but then reported Dillon.” Alicia’s mouth slicked up and her stomach twisted at the memory. “I showed him my face and it was obvious from his reaction that Dillon had left out a few details.”

“This guy *said* Dillon sent him?” Jennifer asked to clarify what Alicia said.

Alicia had to think for a minute. “No, he never said it directly.”

“If Dillon contacts you, even indirectly through someone else, call me immediately,” Jennifer said and slid over her business card. “In the meantime, I’ve got to go through the evidence reports and review all the depositions in more detail. I was there for the ones that happened today, but I need to get your statement for our response.”

They spent a few hours going over and over what happened Friday night. Alicia was sick through the whole thing, especially when Jennifer asked what made her decide to text Dillon. Tears pooled in Megan’s eyes as Alicia described their fight at the pizza place. Jennifer took notes, tapping on the laptop keyboard throughout her careful questioning.

When Jennifer finally shut the laptop again, Alicia felt emotionally drained. She dreaded knowing all her personal information would end up in the hands of Dillon’s father. The trauma she’d endured Friday night had left her feeling punch drunk, but the grinding aftermath was worse in its own way. To get justice, she would have to open up her life in a way that left her feeling vulnerable and shaken. It didn’t seem fair.

“I’ve got what I need to file our report. Today is Tuesday and I’d like to file our formal response tomorrow. That means the formal hearing could be as early as Thursday. I need you to be prepared. They won’t be able to officially bring in your prior sexual history, but because this has spilled out onto the Internet, Doug may try to use public opinion to influence the panel. Keep your head down and don’t talk to anyone else about this unless you clear it with me.”

Alicia nodded and stood, Megan still clinging to her hand. “Thanks for helping me.”

Jennifer had a hard look in her eyes as she gathered her laptop and papers. “Thank you for speaking out. I know how hard this must be for you. Lean on your friends and don’t let anyone shame you into silence.”

Alicia was surprised when Jennifer paused to put her arms around both her and Megan to squeeze them tight. “Hang in there, both of you. We’ll get through this. Okay?”

They parted, all of them nodding. Alicia put a grim smile on her face and gripped Megan’s hand again.

Megan wiped her eyes and sighed, “Yeah, we will.”

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