I had been tutoring Mai, one of my college’s Japanese exchange students, for the better part of senior year. A few inches short of five foot with a body toned from years of running track at the Japanese high school she had graduated from the previous year, Mai was one of the tiniest girls I had ever seen. She had mid-length black hair that emphasized her captivating eyes and 18 year old innocence. Although she always dressed modestly, her C cups and firm ass never failed to distract me from delivering my lessons on 19th century Europe.
About a month after we started meeting it became apparent that she was looking for more than just tutoring sessions from me. Her fascination with my curly blonde locks and steely blue eyes, not to mention her compliments on my physique after years of rugby training, made her attraction a certainty. I felt the same, but was conflicted due to my position of authority over her. This led to an escalation of sexual tension that peaked whenever she texted me in the late hours of the night for help with her paper.