All the love I got last post really warmed my heart. I was a creative writing major in my past life, and still a perv this one, so this is a great outlet for me.
This is a back when I was a sophomore in college, working as a chemistry tutor. Now usually, the way it worked was students would register for tutoring through the school (at no cost to them), and then get assigned a tutor (employed by the university). This worked out to like, 15 students per tutor, working in groups of 4-5 at a time. If you wanted 1-on-1 tutoring though, you can work something out with one of the tutors separately, and basically just pay out of pocket.
Well one day I get an email from the learning center saying this girl Lisa is looking for a private tutor. Immediately I look her up on Facebook (don’t act like you wouldn’t). Her profile is private so I can only see a small pic, but I can tell she’s blonde, maybe kinda chubby.
Worse case scenario I make $20 an hour. Email her, she immediately agrees on the price, we set a time later that night and exchange numbers.
She comes into the library that night and my first impression is pretty much the same. However (however!) when she takes off her overcoat I make a shocking discovery: she’s not chubby, just has a round face and HUGE tits. Actually kinda athletic. Come to find out she’s on the dance team, or kickline, or some other kind of pseudocheerleader.
So we start doing practice questions and of course, I’m completely retarded. Like literally 80% of the time we’re sitting there silently while I look stuff up and still can’t explain things. I apologize, super embarrassed, and tell her I’m not gonna charge her. She’s really nice about it, saying it’s okay, etc. I tell her I’m gonna look this stuff up at home tonight, and we can meet again tomorrow if she’s still interested. To my surprise she agrees and we set a time up.
We meet the next day and this time I’m extremely prepared– both in chem and in swag (dressed well, cologne, contacts, etc). I know everything, explain it well, even adding cinematic flair (“… and watch I bet there are two answers in the explanation… yup here it is”). I make her laugh a lot throughout it too. It feels like we’re vibing pretty hard.
We finish all the problems and start talking about other things, like the professor and chem lab and stuff like that. She mentions that she still hasn’t finished her lab report, to which I quickly offer my old one that she can just copy… cuz I’m just a cool tutor like that.
She gets really excited at the idea and I invite her to my dorm room to grab it. We walk over together, making small talk on the way. We start discussing her midterm next week and mapping out sessions. I then ask her how she’s planning on celebrating, my heart racing worried it was too obvious an opening, but she seems unfazed and says she’s not sure. We get to my room and I give it to her, and she leaves. Sorry if you were expecting anything sexy but I’m not that good.
We have a few more sessions and it’s more of the same… honestly not a ton of overt flirting, but it becomes less formal and more friendly. She has a similar sense of humor as I do…. That, or she just laughs at everything I say cuz she likes me. In retrospect probably the latter.
The night of her exam she texts me saying how helpful our sessions were and thanks me for my
help.
“Nice! No problem. You gonna rage tonight?”
“Nooooo, I’ll probably just stay in and chill. You?”
“Nooooo,” making fun of her. “Prob just stay in and drink and watch a movie or something.”
“Haha shut up. That sounds really good actually”
“I mean, I didn’t actually invite you but sure, you can tag along.”
We continue this act for a bit longer and she agrees to come over. She’s wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a tight gray t-shirt, her blonde hair in a ponytail but face really made up. Definitely fuckable. Extremely, as a matter of fact. We sit on my bed, put on a DVD of “40 Year Old Virgin” and commence Netflix and Chill before it was even invented.
So as soon as the movie starts, I put my arm around her and her head is on my chest. It hits me how quickly that escalated from formal to romantic and I’m not sure what to do… usually there isn’t this much middle ground between watching something and getting physical. As I’m internally debating how to get out of this cuddling purgatory, she turns her head and just looks at me for a second.
Thank god. I lift her her chin and we start making out. Hard. Up until this point I actually had only had sex with one other girl (made out with three) so I was really caught off guard by how forcefully she was pressing her lips against mine and using her tongue. It wasn’t sloppy or weird or anything, just really… aggressive.
I get on top of her and start kissing and biting her neck. As I’m doing that I put my hand under her shirt and start playing with her tits, over her bra. They felt amazing but I was worried I’d blow it if I moved too fast, so I didn’t escalate.
But then she reaches down and grabs my dick through my pants, squeezing and stroking it while our tongues continue to collide. “Fuck it”, I’m thinking. “There’s no way she can get mad at me for moving too fast”.
I push her bra up above her tits, to give me better access. This had the unintentional yet perfect effect of making it uncomfortable for her DDD breasts, prompting her to take her shirt and bra completely off. Her nipples were pink and way smaller than I expected. Personally a big fan. I put my mouth on one while my hand played with the other, and I can tell she was really enjoying it.
She starts to tug at the top of my pants motioning me to take it off, so I do but leave my boxers on. She follows suit. Now we’re both in our underwear, her with her perfect tits out. I move my mouth to suck the neglected nipple while my left hand starts to play with her clit. She takes my dick out through the hole in the front and we continue doing hand stuff for a few minutes. She laughs and says she sucks at giving handjobs and would rather give me head.
Obviously I’m not gonna complain, but in reality it wasn’t much better… but she was also the second girl to ever give me head so I was content, especially since I was so into her tits. She couldn’t go deep but had a decent rhythm, basically stroking me slowly into her mouth. I tried thrusting upwards a bit but she was vocally against that technique. So I stayed grounded and focused my attention on her nipples again, alternating between pinching in and rubbing it in my palms.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” I say without moving my eyes. “I want you to ride me while I play with your perfect tits”
She gets up and walks to her desk, pulling out a condom from one of the drawers. I roll it on and she gets on top of me, and my hands move directly to her tits.
I’ll never forget her sex face: her eyes scrunched tightly and mouth open. If it weren’t for her squeaky moans you’d think she were in excruciating pain. I kept sucking and playing with her tits while she grinded my dick inside her pussy. Every so often I would grab her hips and push down harder against my cock, then rock her back and forth myself. That would cause her eyes to shut harder, which I found to be really hot.
She got tired after a while and asks me to fuck her from behind. Internally I wasn’t too enthused because she has the tits of a Greek sex goddess and her butt is kinda flat, but I didn’t let it show. She got on all fours and within seconds of being in she told me to fuck her hard.
I pick up the pace and slam myself into her over and over again. I slap her ass because I figure she would like it. “Again,” she kept saying over and over. “Again”.
I pull on her hair hard enough to lift her head off the bed, and she yells in pleasure just like she did with each slap. From this angle her tits are within arms length so I start to play with them, and it sends me over the edge. I cum as I continue to pound her pussy, trying to maintain my composure as the sensitivity becomes unbearable. Finally I give up and pull out, still rock hard.
We collapse on the bed and both take notice of her lady cream on the condom. She points out that I’m still completely hard and starts stroking me, condom on, but I stop her. I take off the condom and we put our pjs back on, and get into that original cuddling position. I forgot what line exactly, but something hilarious was said cueing our focus back to the movie. We ended up finishing it and fucked again after.
I still tutored her after that and we still banged regularly, but to make things less weird she usually just ordered food for our tutoring sessions and that became the payment. This went on for like a month until she gave me the boyfriend/girlfriend ultimatum. By that time it was obvious we had next to nothing in common, and I suspected she was the type that just needed to be with somebody at all times. In fact, she started dating a guy a few weeks after we ended and they’re currently married.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6gfcs7/hooking_up_with_the_girl_i_tutored_mf
Did you ever titfuck her?
So you didn’t bother to finish her off? Rude!
> She gets up and walks to her desk
I thought she came over to your place?
First you say that she came over to your room to watch the movie, and later say that she went over to “her desk”