[FmmF] The Tutor pt. 13

I’m sorry these story updates have taken so long. If you haven’t read the whole thing, click on my username above “the-tutor” to catch up on the previous chapters. There should be two more chapters to wrap up the story and I expect it to run just over 60K words. This story and Sucky Vacation have a special relationship, which is why I’ve written them together. Remind me never to write two novels at once again. ;-)

I hope you like them!

CottonNightie

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Chapter 13
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Alicia and Megan had reluctantly parted to their respective dorms after leaving Meredith’s house the night before. Alicia felt like she was walking on air. Any residual jealousy Megan had toward Adam and Carlos had been snuffed out by the passion they’d shared. Megan had been quiet on the ride back to the college, but her irrepressible smile spoke volumes. All during the night, Alicia would rouse with a smile at the thought of the bits of Adam and Carlos she carried deep in her body.

As she arrived for her English class the next morning, she tied her hair back in the familiar ponytail despite the yellowish healing bruises on her face. She refused to continue to be ashamed by what Dillon had done. Between reconnecting with her girlfriend and their budding relationship with Adam and Carlos, she felt grounded and secure for the first time all week.

“Alright, settle down,” Matt called out to the class. As teaching assistants went, he was one of the better ones. He tapped a key on his laptop and a quote from the Scarlet Letter popped up on the smartboard.

*’Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!’*

“I want to start our discussion this morning with this quote. It comes at the end of chapter 24, the chapter that follows the *ghastly miracle* revealed on Reverend Dimmesdale’s chest. What was that miracle?”

Matt waited until he had a few hands to choose from. “Camden?”

“Like, uh, the letter A?” the young woman asked with a squint.

“Indeed it was. The letter A cut into his very flesh. Hester wore her fabric scarlet letter on her breast from the beginning of the story where all could see it. Dimmesdale hid his own shame for seven years.” Matt picked up his tablet and swiped to wake the screen. “Listen to how Hawthorne describes his ending. *‘For an instant, the gaze of the horror-stricken multitude was concentred on the ghastly miracle; while the minister stood with a flush of triumph in his face, as one who, in the crisis of acutest pain, had won a victory. Then, down he sank upon the scaffold!’*”

Matt looked around the room as he lowered his tablet. “Why did he die?”

No one raised their hand, so Alicia spoke with confidence. “It was the price of keeping his sin a secret.”

“How so?” Matt asked with a subtle smile indicating to Alicia she was right.

“The quote,” Alicia said and nodded at the smartboard. “The moral of the tale. Hawthorn hated the hypocrisy he saw and was making a statement. Everyone around him acted like they had nothing to hide, but they all hid who they really were.”

“Does that kind of thing still happen?” Matt asked, his eyes locked with hers.

“All the time,” Alicia said and then raised her hand to her eye. “My own *letter* will heal, but I’m not hiding it anymore.”

Whispers started when she made that comment, but held her head up and ignored the burning flush she felt on her face from their scrutiny. She looked around to see if anyone would dare meet her eyes. Only Jerry held her gaze and nodded at her in support before she looked away. He’d been the asshole in Monday’s class who thought Hester deserved her shaming but had obviously changed his mind. His support emboldened her.

“Do you know what my girlfriend’s father told me?” Alicia asked Matt. Perhaps it was the public admission she had a girlfriend stopped the whispers. He shook his head. “He said that my promiscuity will make it hard for people to take me seriously because God is against fornication. I have a handprint-shaped bruise on my upper arm and a black eye, but he believes it’s my *promiscuity* that’s the problem with people taking what happened to me Friday night seriously.”

“That’s bullshit,” Jerry muttered.

“What do you think the problem is?” Matt asked

“People lying about who they are. I won’t lie anymore; I like sex. The guy who did this to me likes hurting people. It’s time for him to admit that and face the consequences just like I have.”

The rest of the class had a lively debate about public shaming and how that could be viewed as a kind of social violence. By the end of class, Alicia had gotten so caught up in the discussion that she’d forgotten for a moment about her bruised face, the impending trial, and her rapist. She was quickly reminded of all three when she exited the classroom.

In the hallway, a few girls were following a guy she vaguely recalled as a witness to her Friday night assault. Each girl was holding her phone out toward him. That clued Alicia in who the guy was when she realized he was heading toward her.

“How’s it feel to be on the other side of the camera?” she asked the guy with a burr of anger in her tone.

“Look, I’m sorry I ever recorded you and I was a total asshole to post it. I admit it.” He glanced back at his video crew capturing this particular interaction and paled.

“So what do you want from me?” Alicia asked as she adjusted her book bag on her shoulder with a snort of derision. “Sympathy?”

“No, I don’t want anything,” he said and extended a small memory card in her direction. “Just take this.”

“Why should I?” she said as she stared at the card like it was a snake.

“It’s the card from Dillon’s surveillance camera. The one in his room.”

Alicia felt her mouth go dry at the thought of him recording what he did to her. Did it show her kissing him? Sucking him off? Did it show that horrifying moment when he hit her hard enough to knock her down and then force himself inside her? She raised her eyes to stare at the guy in horror.

“He *recorded* me?” she hissed.

“Not just you. Others. Take it.” He waved the memory card at her again, his eyes filling with tears. “Please. My mom won’t let me come home anymore. My sister blocked me online. I have to do something to help you.”

Alicia reached out with trembling fingers and snatched the memory card from his hand, then she turned and fled. She had to get this to her attorney before Dillon’s father found out she had it. She stuffed the memory card in her jeans pocket and yanked her cell phone out of her back pocket. A few swipes later she pressed the phone to her ear.

“This is Jennifer,” her attorney answered after a few rings.

“It’s Alicia. I have to see you right now.”

“I’m on campus in the administrative building. Where do you want to meet?”

“The cafeteria just outside of there on the green.”

“I’m heading there now.”

Her heart was pounding in her throat. She had no desire to see what was on the memory card, but if it really had a video of her assault then the issue would no longer be a case of he said, she said. As she jogged across the green, she fought the urge to throw up. *Others.* He’d said the card had others on it. Maybe Rachel from the dorms could finally get justice.

Jennifer was waiting outside the entrance to the cafeteria looking worried as Alicia raced up.

“What’s wrong?” Jennifer asked as soon as Alicia was close enough to hear her.

“I may have proof of what happened,” Alicia said as she dug out the memory card. “The guy who filmed me in the hallway Friday night just gave me this. He said it was from a *surveillance camera* in Dillon’s room. He said it has a video of my assault.” Alicia swallowed hard. “And others.”

Jennifer took the memory card and looked it over. “So you didn’t steal this?”

“No. Some students are still following the guy around and even filmed him giving it to me.”

“Did he admit he stole it?

“Not directly. He just said it was from the camera in Dillon’s room.”

“Don’t talk about this with anyone.” Jennifer had a shark’s grin on her face. “I’ll take it from here. Your hearing will be tomorrow at one unless this little bit of dynamite blows things up faster.”

“Are you going to show it to Dean Evans?” Alicia asked, a little worried at the idea of random people watching her assault.

“Don’t worry, no one will see this outside of law enforcement.” Jennifer let out a relieved sigh. “Well, I might show an edited version to that insufferable bastard Douglas McGregor. He offered to settle this morning out of the blue. I wonder when Dillon realized the memory card was missing?”

“I have no idea,” Alicia said. “I just want this over with and Dillon expelled.”

“Hang in there,” Jennifer said and touched Alicia’s arm in a moment of solidarity, then turned back to the administrative building.

The idea of people watching her being assaulted brought reflexive panic and shame, but Alicia pushed it away. The people most important to her already knew the worst and still loved her despite it. The smell of food from the cafeteria was nauseating instead of appealing to her, so she headed toward the Chemistry building.

There was no one waiting at the entrance as there had been on Monday so she made it to the large lecture hall without an issue. Taking a seat in the back, she brought up the Chemistry textbook on her laptop and studied the portion she missed on Monday. By the time the class started, she had caught up and was ready to learn more about intermolecular forces.

After class, Alicia made her way to Megan’s dorm. They ran into each other in Megan’s hallway and greeted each other with a kiss.

“How was your day?” Megan asked as she opened the door to her dorm room. She stepped back to let Alicia inside.

“Pretty good. We’re studying the Scarlet Letter in English and the discussions have been awesome. Then I learned more than I wanted to know about intermolecular forces.” Alicia kept her voice level as she dropped her bombshell. “Oh, and the creepy guy that posted the video of me crying in the hallway gave me a memory card from the surveillance camera inside Dillon’s room.”

Megan froze and turned away from her desk with an expression of horror on her face. “Seriously?”

Alicia kicked off her shoes and crawled on Megan’s bed. “Yup. I gave it to my attorney at lunch without even looking at it.”

“That fucker *recorded* himself assaulting you?” Megan’s face was flushed with her anger.

“Apparently. Jennifer is taking it to the someone she knows in law enforcement. The guy said there was more than just me on there, so maybe Rachel and the others will be able to prove he assaulted them as well.”

“Holy shit,” Megan said as she joined Alicia on the bed. “Staying in college will be the least of his worries now.”

“It depends on what’s on the memory card. It could be blank for all I know.”

Megan slipped an arm under Alicia and drew them together for a deeper kiss. Alicia let all the anxiety and anger she felt float away under Megan’s soft kisses. As they warmed up, Alicia moved a denim-clad knee between Megan’s thighs. They moved together as the mutual pleasure ramped up.

“God, you know just how to get me going,” Megan whispered and gently bit Alicia’s earlobe.

“I’m still going from last night,” Alicia said with a shiver. “My panties are wrecked.”

“I still can’t believe we did that,” Megan said as Alicia pushed her over on her back.

Alicia pressed her knee into the joining of Megan’s thighs as she placed soft, wet kisses down her neck. When the skin was damp, Alicia whispered into it, “I loved watching you ride Carlos. Seeing him slipping in and out of you, all wet and dripping.”

Megan whimpered and pushed harder against Alicia’s knee.

“And you let him cum in you,” Alicia whispered, rocking her body against Megan’s motions.

“Well, they’ve only been with you,” Megan hissed as she arched her back.

“And now they’ve both been with you, too,” Alicia teased.

“I get it now,” Megan whispered as she pulled on Alicia’s shoulders. “I’m sorry I judged you.”

“Cum for me and all is forgiven,” Alicia said as she ground her knee harder.

“Fuck,” Megan whispered, then shuddered in Alicia’s arms with a low groan.

The door opened and Megan’s roommate, Crystal walked in. “Christ, Megan, put a sock on the door or something. It smells like a French cathouse in here.”

Alicia buried her face in Megan’s neck and chuckled.

“Sorry,” Megan said, trying not to laugh.

“Hey, Alicia,” Chrystal teased as she plopped down the other narrow bed in the room. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No, we just finished,” Alicia said as she sat up and straightened her clothes.

“And it was a *wonderful* finish,” Megan said as she gently shoved Alicia’s shoulder.

“Oh my God! The puppy love,” Crystal said as she covered her face. “Keep away from me in case it’s contagious.”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. I only lust after Alicia,” Megan said.

“We’d better head out,” Alicia said with an amused spark in her voice. “We’ve got tutoring tonight.”

“Leave the door open, please,” Crystal begged as they left. “The room needs to air out.”

They were still laughing about being caught when they arrived at Meredith’s house. When they rang the doorbell, Meredith opened the door and hugged them both together.

“Megan, honey, I’m sorry but I may have pissed off your father yesterday,” Meredith said as she leaned back to look Megan in the eyes.

“It’s fine. He’s probably still mad about Sunday when I told him I was dating Alicia.”

“Well, I’m sorry your sisters got caught in the crossfire,” Meredith said. “Your mother called me today to let me know he grounded them for calling him a *total dickhead*.”

That made Megan and Alicia chuckle, then Megan said, “I bet that was Fee.”

“Ok, Carlos has dinner under control so I’ll leave the boys in your capable hands. I’ll see you when I get back tonight.” She scooted out the door and headed toward her car while Megan and Alicia followed the delicious aroma to the kitchen.

“Arroz con pollo,” Alicia sighed as she saw Carlos at the stove. She wrapped her arms around his waist to hug him from behind. “Oh, Megan, you are in for a treat tonight. Carlos made this last week.”

Megan came up to join the hug and kiss Carlos on the cheek. “It smells wonderful.”

“My pleasure, Cariño,” Carlos said with a pleased smile.

Adam came stomping down the stairs in just his shorts. His happy smile broadened when he caught sight of Alicia and Megan. “Did you hear Fee called your dad a dickhead to his face?”

Megan chuckled as she stepped back to greet Adam with a warm hug. “Totally not surprised. And you smell nice.”

Adam started laughing while Megan held on to sniff at his neck.

“Stop it,” he squealed and pulled away. “I haven’t showered yet!”

“It was my first rule with these two,” Alicia said as she moved to pull her girlfriend off Adam. “That first day they smelled like stench and body spray.”

“Yeah,” Adam admitted with a sheepish grin. “I have to admit, you were right about that. I guess you get used to the smell at some point and don’t notice it anymore.”

“The only downside is now I can smell how bad other guys stink now,” Carlos added as he covered the pan and turned down the heat.

“Alicia and I didn’t get a chance to shower before we came over,” Megan said with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

“I still need to shower, too,” Carlos said with an eyebrow raised as he placed his hands on Megan’s waist and glanced at the others. “This is gonna need to simmer for about thirty more minutes. Wanna join me?”

Alicia smirked as her girlfriend’s grin widened. “I bet your Mom’s shower is big enough for all of us.”

After much tickling and laughing, the four left their clothes strewn around the bathroom and made it into the hot shower together. Rather than pair off, they squeezed body wash on each other and used their hands and bodies to make suds. The laughter continued as the lather wet ticklish spots, but at some point, the laughter melted into smiles of playful arousal.

The arousal was more evident and easier to play with on Adam and Carlos, but the four of them clung together as the spray rinsed off the soap and left each of them clean. Indiscriminate kisses warmed Alicia so much that she could barely tell one mouth from another. At one point she watched as Adam and Carlos kissed Megan at the same time, all three of their tongues slid together for a moment.

She rubbed Adam on the back, then leaned closer to suck on Carlos’ earlobe. He moaned and turned away to give Alicia a deep tongue kiss, making her core clench in desire. The whole experience made her want to drag them to the floor and see how many ways they could fit together.

Adam was the first to pull back, his breathing as heavy as his swinging shaft. “I have to stop now, or I’ll never stop.”

“I’d hate to miss that Arroz con pollo,” Alicia said as she pulled herself away from Megan and Carlos. Megan continued stroking Carlos with heat in her eyes. “You can have the chef for dessert if you want.”

Megan chuckled and tugged one more time before letting his cock go. “Fine.”

“Wanna do naked dinner again?” Adam suggested as he handed each of them a fluffy towel as they exited the large shower.

“Naked dinner?” Megan asked with a puzzled look at Alicia.

“We had dinner naked last week,” Alicia said. “It was part of our lesson on exploring pleasure.”

“Exploring pleasure?” Megan asked as she dried herself off with the towel.

“I wanted them to understand that sex isn’t just a rush to orgasm. It can be simply enjoying being with someone without a specific agenda.”

“But you had sex with them at some point,” Megan said with raised eyebrows, making her statement more of a question.

“Yeah,” Carlos said. “But we teased and played for a long time first. That was the first time all three of us were together. Before we had kinda taken turns, but that night it was special.”

“Yeah,” Adam agreed with a sigh and put his hand on his step-brother’s shoulder.

Working together, they had the table set and the large pan of chicken, yellow rice, and green peas in the middle. Like the previous week, Alicia watched through the glass table as they guys softened from their teasing in the shower. The spicy scent of the meal made her stomach growl after missing lunch.

“Wow,” Megan said after she had her first taste. “Seriously, I would pay for this. It’s that good.”

“De nada,” Carlos said with a shy smile at her compliment.

Alicia noticed Adam smiling and nodding at his step-brother. “With everything I’ve had going on I haven’t asked recently, but are you guys still getting along?”

Both guys glanced at each other with a surprised expression. Adam shrugged at an unspoken question from Carlos. “It’s been good.”

The blush on both of their faces indicated something more, but Alicia could only guess at what. She glanced at Megan who was studying them both with narrowed eyes.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to,” Megan said after a moment of silence.

Adam shifted like he was uncomfortable. “So how did you guys know you liked each other.”

“We’ve always liked each other,” Megan said. “Best friends, remember? It just took Alicia a little longer than me to come to terms with us being attracted to each other.”

Both guys nodded at her words but didn’t say anything.

“Attraction is complicated,” Alicia said, catching a hint of their problem. “Megan and I kissed for the first time in a room full of screaming people at a party. I knew she was gorgeous but I didn’t really *feel* attracted to her until that moment. I’m just glad she was patient with me until I worked it out.”

“So what does that *mean*?” Carlos asked with a little frustration in his tone. “You’re not lesbian because you obviously still like guys. So does that mean you’re bi?”

“We don’t try to label it,” Megan said. “We just like being together.”

“Does it bother you that we can’t label it?” Alicia asked.

“No, not with you two,” Carlos said. Adam gave him a thin smile.

“So what are we talking around here?” Megan asked as she continued eating.

Adam took a deep breath. “The two of us being with Alicia at the same time…”

“Neither one of us ever did anything with a guy around,” Carlos said as he struggled with his thoughts.

“Did something happen over the weekend?” Alicia asked carefully.

Adam and Carlos looked at each other, lifting their chins as if daring the other to speak. Finally, Adam heaved a sigh. “We messed around together.”

“It freaked me out,” Carlos admitted. “I never thought I would do something with a guy.”

“You know *we* aren’t going to judge you,” Megan said with a smile to try to defuse the tension.

“You know Adam likes to eat my cum,” Carlos said. “I knew that last week when you guys were downstairs on Monday.”

“We were hard up,” Adam said. “We could hear you and it got me going.”

“When he knelt down in front of me,” Carlos whispered. “I let him. And I *liked* it.”

“Does that bother you?” Alicia asked.

Carlos shot a guilty glance at Adam. “Kind of. It’s just not who I am. Or thought I was.”

Megan and Alicia shot each other a look of sympathy.

“Let me suggest something a little out there, so go with me on this,” Alicia said. “There is no *you*. Whatever image you keep in your head that defines who you are is just an illusion. No one is the villain in their own story, so this mental image helps us rationalize away things we do that don’t fit our preconceptions.”

“I’m not gay,” Carlos said with determined heat.

“You’re missing the point. You are who you decide to be. Your actions define who you are, not your intentions or that imaginary mental image of yourself you carry around in your head. I had the same kind of problem reconciling with Megan. I was attracted to her, but I didn’t want to be. I’m not really gay, either, but I like being with her.”

“It’s different when you’re a girl,” Carlos muttered as he stirred the rice in his plate.

“Maybe,” Alicia agreed. “But it shouldn’t be. If you enjoy getting off with Adam, stop trying to label it or get hung up on matching some kind of ideal image of yourself in your head.”

“Do I really disgust you that much,” Adam whispered with confusion painted across his face.

“No, man, this is in my head, it’s not you,” Carlos said with a pained expression at his step-brother.

“Let’s clean up and then talk some more,” Megan suggested.

They put away the leftovers, cleaned the dishes, and wiped down the table. The four of them spread their damp towels on the carpet in the living room and slumped into a pile leaning against the couch. Alicia traced her fingers through Carlos’ hair while Adam sat on his other side and stared at his fingertips.

“So,” Megan said from the other side of Adam. “How can we help you guys out.”

Carlos shrugged. Adam sighed.

“Have you guys kissed?” Alicia asked as she leaned forward to see their eyes.

“No,” Adam said. “It’s not like that. It’s kind of like wrestling and sex.”

Carlos smirked at that description. “Yeah, but when you pinned me no one called time until you were done.”

“I didn’t hear you complain,” Adam joked back.

“No, it was actually pretty intense, like when Alicia did it to me on the couch.”

Alicia blinked as she realized they’d had sex. The idea of it turned her on like crazy. She reached over to stroke Carlos who responded by leaning back with a deep hum. His cock stiffened in her hand until she could slide off his foreskin. She leaned over and gave him a lick all around his head. When she leaned back, Megan did the same thing. Then Adam leaned over to take the whole shaft deep in his mouth before letting it out with a pop.

“Shit,” Carlos muttered as he straightened his legs. His eyes followed all three taking turns to bring him along. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”

“Good,” Megan said as she rubbed her cheek along his quivering shaft.

When all three began kissing him and each other, Carlos rolled his head back on the couch while he overflowed in pulsing bursts. Adam cleaned up the mess with a hungry growl.

“Don’t fight this,” Alicia begged of Carlos. “Push that mental image away and just be who you want to be.”

He sat forward and kissed her cum slicked lips. When he pulled back, he whispered, “I’m trying.”

“Now let’s rock Adam’s world,” she said and crawled over to push Adam over on his back.

While Megan lifted his shaft to sink down on it, Alicia lifted her leg to settle her wet pussy over his mouth. Adam grabbed Alicia to pull her down to his open mouth. Megan rocked and ground against his cock. Carlos watched for a moment, then moved down between Adam’s legs, reaching around Megan to run his hands over her breasts and stomach.

Alicia watched Carlos kissing Megan’s neck while Adam traced her deep folds with his tongue. The stimulation was overwhelming, but Alicia held off to make her orgasm more intense. Megan cried out first, pushing herself forward to give Alicia messy kisses. When she slid off, Carlos reached down to stroke Adam’s rigid cock.

Still kissing Megan, Alicia was nearing the point of no return. Adam hummed when she cried out and let go into his mouth. When she collapsed sideways against the couch, Carlos was sliding his mouth up and down Adam’s still hard shaft. Adam was breathing heavy as he stared in wonder at his step-brother.

Carlos was staring up to meet Adam’s gaze.

“Are you sure?” Adam gasped.

Carlos lowered his mouth to the root of Adam’s cock and stayed there, his throat moving as he swallowed over and over. Adam shut his eyes and arched his back with a low groan. Megan sighed and kissed Alicia deeply for a moment. When they looked back, Carlos was leaning over to let the cum drip into Adam’s waiting mouth.

Alicia snuggled into Megan to watch, the sight making her hot all over again.

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