A petite college age hottie

Spilling out into the hallway you try to keep pace with the other students zipping about. Though the hall is a bit more sparse due to most kids having already gotten to their class, there still remains enough stragglers ready to trample you under foot to make it feel like your in a bull run. Heck even though there isn’t a wall to wall wave any more the more prominent threat is people rushing. It’s like once the threat of bell is over head, all of polite society breaks down in to anarchy the hallways.

People straight up getting into shoving matches to get past each other, students throw caution to the wind and just straight up start trying to run down the hall. Heck a core memory for you is the time some guy from the wrestling team decided to go at full sprint in order to reach his class in a timely fashion. Unfortunately at that moment you also had been running behind, and there ended up being a crash when the two of you turned the corner which you got the worst of. While only ending up with a minor concussion the headaches, and nauseous that came with it for weeks to follow was nearly unbearable. You not even getting to enjoy the vacation from school, with you either puking your guts out the whole time or hunkering down in bed for rest.

You not wishing to tempt fate a second time with potentially getting another injury you decide you have to make a move, just passively following a pack isn’t an option. Not having the mass or strength to muscle your way along through, you take advantage of your small size. Sticking to taking opportune moments to slip between people in order to get ahead.

“Hey watch it buddy!”

“Dude what the hell!”

Two yell two guys wearing beanies and skater brand clothing, them reacting with outrage as you cut between them.

“You just touched my ass!” Exclaims a curly haired ginger girl in a summer dress, who you accidentally get a little to close to.

“Hey woah!”

“Jerk!”

“Look out!”

“Asshole!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, SORRY, sorry-sorry I’m sorry!” Continuing to creep through the pack, your mouth fires off apologizes like a machine gun as the many ‘I’m sorries’ is the only repentance you can give out for your blatant disregard for personal space.

Careful you navigate through the dense under brush of people. Weaving along your eyes light up as you spot room 142, your destination and sanctuary from all this chaos. With a burst of energy you make a break for the door.

“HEY!”

“Look out kid!”

“Move moron!”

“ASSHOLE!”

“YOU RAN INTO ME DUDE!

Cutting across the fray there’s another swell of insults, and jeers directed your way. This time you don’t even bother to apologize it feeling like the pressures on as safety is with in your reach. Just a few feet now you lurch forward to grab the handle to room 142. However as you push the door inward to enter your left leg gets caught by some one causing you to accidentally fling the door open. This cause you lose your balance, falling forward as you tumble on into the class. The school bell ringing just as you pancake on the floor.

Bbriiinnnggggg

“Well that certain was an entrance.” A low male voice with a dash of amusement chirps.

Hearing the sound of foot steps approaching you turn your gaze upwards to see a man in a black button up, and jeans standing over you.

“Oww.... hey Mr.Haper I’m not late am I?” You ask with a tinge of cheekiness in your tone.

A small smirk crawls across his face, the left side of his mouth curling upwards into a amused expression as he raises an eyebrow to your question.

“Hmm it was pretty close to call, but since I am a gracious man I’ll give it to you this time Doug.” He jokes stretching out a hand in a offer to help you up.

Accepting his offer you take his hand. Pushing against the ground while he simultaneously as he pulls your hoisted upwards in one smooth motion.

“Thanks.” You tell him, brushing off some of the crud on your clothes that you got from flopping onto the floor now that your on your feet.

“Don’t mention it.” The English teacher replies shifting his weight onto his left leg as he puts a hand in his jean pocket, a suave smooth aura beginning to radiate off of him as he stands there all casual like.

From the side you can hear one of the girl’s in class let out a longing sigh, a number of them making goo goo eyes at the teacher as he maintains that stance. There’s no surprise there, as Mr. Haper is considered to be very handsome by the females, and even some males in the school. He’s basically the male counter part of Miss Scarlet in the school.

He’s only in his mid twenties so he’s rather young in comparison to the rest of staff at the school. His physique seems almost to be suited more so for a linebacker rather then someone in the classroom. He’s a rather built guy, broad shoulders, thick fore arms, and biceps, well defined pecs, while not body builder level it’s still an impressive amount of muscle. He also stands a good eight inches in height god really making sure this guy hit every criteria of the female fantasy when he made him. Even his hair is perfect, his dark brown locks swept back in a slicked back under cut style. His facial hair also is neatly tamed in a classic corporate style that accentuates his manliness.

While one might think the guy students might resent Mr. Haper for having the eye of a lot of female students this isn’t really the case. Mr.Haper having the talent of getting along with almost every one, him often considered to be the ‘cool’ teacher in the school. A total bro with the more jockish athletic boys. Smart enough to relate with the more nerdy types. Having enough compassion to hang with the social outcasts, and having enough of lacks attitude to be respected by the more rebellious school punks. All around he is lusted after by many, and respected by many more.

“Man this school really needs to deal with over crowding problem in the hall, I swear who design a one floor building for a town population this large was either an idiot or a sadist. ” Mr. Harper shakes his head watching as two girls in the hall crash into each other and a pile of papers one of them was carrying scatter into the air.

“Yeah it really does suck I wish that-ack!“

“Doug!”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before Ashley calls out your name, and starts yanking you along along behind her. She pulls you to the handle of your book bag to the back of the class, her walk unwavering as she marches down the rows of desks.

“Woah hey Ashley I can walk you know I got legs!” You whine, digging in your heels as you struggle to try to wretch yourself free from Ashley grip as she drags you along.

“Oh I guess we’re done, good talk then Doug.” Mr. Haper says waving you off, him casually turning back to his deck to collect some papers as you’re being whisked away against your will.

Geez you got to remind yourself never to rely on him if your ever being kidnapped. As you continue to try to wriggle free from your able to hear a few snickers from the other students in the class. You wince, as scanning the room you realize every one of your class mates is starting directly at you. Embarrassment starts to redden your cheeks as their smiles, and smirks makes you wish you just skipped school today.

“Look at this dork.” Whispers a preppy blacked hair girl to her friend.

“Heh lovers quarrels eh?” Comments some large dude to his friend with a chuckle.

“Ugh can these two make any more a scene.” Snorts a sharp looking girl in glasses to no one in particular.

“whicha Pussy whipped.” Exclaims a blue haired emo dude at you as he makes the motion of cracking a whip, this promoting laughter from two of his alt kid looking friends sitting around him.

A number of teases, and jeers persist as you pass through every row of desks. Almost every one giving there two cents as they find great amusements from your very public misfortune. Ugh of course it’s the freakin peanut gallery here, you really hate this school some times, every one just loves to reveal in others humiliation. Is every high school this obsessed with social degradation, or are you just unlucky?

Ashely then stops in her tracks, and lets go of you finally. You find she’s taken you the usually spot you guys have in the far right back corner of the class room. She then spins you around to face her, before shoving you into a seat, and taking the empty one to your left. Ashely only taking a second to sit in the desk squeezing, and wriggling in her think bottom onto the seat before she immediately starts interrogating you.

“Well tell me what did Miss Scarlet want with you?” Ashley says with an intense stare, her rapidly tapping her foot to the ground impatiently.

“Ah dang it, Calm down a second will ya, what’s got you all worked up?” You ask rubbing your sore shoulder due to Ashely’s rough treatment.

“Never mind that tell me what the heck happens with you and Miss Scarlet.” Ashley repeats, the growing sense of urgency in her voice making it seem like she need the info to defuse a bomb or something.

“Alright settle down, settle down, now that every seated can you all to please open up your text books to page 97 so we can get things rolling.” Mr. Haper exclaims clapping his hands together and flashing a charming grin that again has multiple girls fawning.

There’s then the sound of shuffling, and shifting as everyone obediently adheres to Mr. Haper’s request. English books are taken out from under desks, and bags with every flipping through to find page 97.

“Pssst Doug!”Ashley hisses at you in a hushed tone, her apparently still wanting an explanation.

“I’ll tell you later okay.” You whisper back, waving a hand at her to knock it off as you turn though the pages of your text book.

Ashley does the same her taking out her text book and laying it on the desk. Though it’s only to keep up appearances, as she doesn’t even turn to the correct page..

“Come on Doug why can’t you just tell me now?” Ashely grumbles, keeping a hushed tone as Mr. Haper begins the lesson.

“Because it’s a long story Ash, not one that I can dictate to you in the middle of English.” You whisper back, there being a sliver of bite to your words as your starting to get annoyed by the pestering.

Ashely flinches a bit as you call her Ash. That nickname’s use the equivalent of one of her parent’s referring to her by full name. You only ever whipping out that title when scolding Ashely for doing something stupid, or using it to punctuate some sort of seriousness. Yet even after playing the Ash card, and your growing irritation becoming apparent Ashley STILL doesn’t let it go.

“Come on please, I’ll give ten dollars.” The girl hums under her breathe as she now resorts to trying to bride you in exchange for the info.

“Ash, NO.” You grit your teeth, really unappreciative of your best friend trying to pressure you like this.

It’s not like you yourself have even fully come to terms with what you leaned from Miss Scarlet. Really it’s taken you by surprise that your school performance has gotten so bad, and right now you don’t want exactly relay the story to some one else, let alone think about it. Currently you just want to focus on the class. Take your mind off the problem, and maybe start that climb to bring some of your grades back up.

“WHY NOT WHAT’S GOING ON WHY WON’T YOU JUST TELL ME!” Ashely suddenly cries out, banging a fist to her desk as she lurches up to her feet.

This sudden outburst of emotion makes you jump in your seat, startled you bang your knee on the bottom of desk as your completely caught off guard. You’re frozen now staring at Ashley with your eyes wide in totally shock. There’s then a stillness in the air. Like time it’s self has become suspended for a moment in response to the stream of distress, and anger Ashely unleashed all at once.

“ASHELY, AND DOUG!” The silence is then broken by Mr. Haper’s booming voice.

This time both you, AND Ashely jump. Slowly turning your heads, you see that every single person in class is staring in your direction. A lot of them having the same wide eyed expression that you have.

“ahem Can the two of you please keep the ruckus down to an acceptable level please, thank you.” Mr. Harper says, him quickly shifting to a polite tone after yelling so harshly.

He then swiftly turns his attention back to the lesson, fumbling through some papers he has while trying to move past this little incident fast as possible. Him really lamenting having to get loud like that. Mr. Harper always trying to keep up an appearance of being approachable, and kind, wanting to make his class room a comfortable setting for students.

An awkwardness permeates the room, with your classmates actually keeping their mouths shut this time, no one making any cute comments or anything due to how off the vibe is. The only thing you get is a little bit of neck rubbing, and uncomfortable glances before every one turns their attention away from you, and Ashely to Mr. Harper. Though even without the focus or mockery of your peers the two of you still feel pretty ashamed. Making such a commotion that you even pissed of Mr, Haper doesn’t feel like an accomplishment you should be proud.

Slowly Ashely sits back down in her seat, her looking down at her desk with a dejected look on her face. Though erupting with such rage a few seconds ago, now there only sits sadness behind her eyes. Ashely bringing up an arm to wipe away the tears forming with the sleeve of her shirt. As she makes an audible sniffle, guilt tugs at your heart strings. A deepening pit in your stomach makes you feel as if some one has tied an anchor around your belly. Even if you’re rather blameless here, Ashley being the one who just needed to have some patience, you still feel really bad. You hate seeing her normally excitable aura, and energetic personality suppressed by this gloomy melancholy.

“Look I’ll tell you later okay, it’s nothing like, **** I promise.” You whisper gentle to Ashley, taking a second to make sure Mr. Haper isn’t looking as you then reach out to hold her hand in a gesture to show your sincerity.

Feeling the warmth of your fingers around her’s Ashely stiffens up. A small gasp escapes her lips upon the sight of your hand draped over her’s, the contrast of her dark skin made all the more prominent as your pale digits lock around Ashley’s. The connection bringing forth that old comparison of ‘ivory, and ebony like piano keys’ to mind. Such personal contact of selves through the skin. It makes Ashely’s heart skips a beat while she blushes, the girl quickly turning the cheek so that you can’t see her face going all rosy. The sense of intimacy that you’re drawing out going right over your head, as you take Ashley turning away as her still being mad.

“Please Ash I’m sorry I upset you please forgive me.” You pled gingerly squeezing your grip on her hand tighter while your voice’s pitches up all soft, and apologetic.

This causes wave of heat to flash across Ashley’s body, her feeling like a tea kettle that’s just boiled over as she turns even redder. That sweet tone, the way your fingers are intertwining with her, Ashley fears if you keep acting this ways she might explode from being so flustered. So in order to save herself from spontaneous combustion Ashely tear’s her had away from yours, much a as she wishes she could stay like that. You stare at her silently for a moment as at first she says nothing, you concerned that she’s still made and giving you the silent treatment. While in reality Ashley doing her best to calm down, and quiet her rapidly fluttering heart. After about ten seconds she finally stabilizes, and shifts back to face you again.

“Alright.... just... don’t keep me in suspense kay?” Ashley replies with hushed reservation, that then turns into bit of playful impishness as she let’s a smile come across her face.

That little bit of mischievousness finally dissipates the tension that was building between the two of you. A atmosphere of lightheartedness blossoming now with the ridiculousness of how you two have been acting hits the both of you. Finalizing that calm you give Ashley a friendly wink, and a look of contentment comes across both your faces before you then both turn your attention to the lesson going on.

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“I see...” Ashley frowns as you explain the situation to her.

A few hours has pasted since Mr. Harper’s class. It’s now after school, and the two of you are busy strolling along on your daily walk home. You only just reuniting once school ended as English was the last class you had together. You’re only a little ways away from the school building, currently making your ways down the grassy hill that the school sits a top of. The direction of both your houses being located westward from the front entrance, and main road means it’s a shorter trip to just walk down the grassy plain and to cut through the forests rather then take the sidewalk and loop around to the street.

“Yeah that’s the long and short of it...” You frown as you stretch your arms behind your head.

You pretty much relayed the tale exactly how it happened, though you left out how actually worried you were or how you were drooling all over Mr. Scarlet. Because it’s ya know makes you seem even more lame, and isn’t really relevant any ways. You exhale deeply shoulders slumping, as you think just how much this situation sucks right now.

“I told you something like this would happen.” Ashley sighs lazily kicking at some of the grass as she walks, her marinating in the glum aura that’s now hanging over your head like a dark around cloud.

“Are you sure your not just being little being little miss hindsight here, because I definitely don’t remember you saying anything.” You ask Ashley with a skeptical tilt of the head, as you narrow your eyes.

“W-well I was going to...”Ashley scratches as her cheek as she trails off sounding less then confident in her words.

“Yeah, yeah, coulda woulda shoulda.” You snort, giving Ashely a dismissively roll of the eyes, doubting she even had any real insight into your situation besides the current hindsight.

“Hey don’t be mad at me your the one who couldn’t handle balancing your school work and playing an mmo at the same time.” Ashley fires back, crossing her arms defensively with an insulted look on her face.

“Haaa yeah I know I’m sorry.” You sigh, apologizing for being snippy.

The conversation dries up momentarily, you both just focusing on trotting along and not losing your balance on the slightly damp grass.

“Sooo are you really going to have to get a tutor?” Ashley asks it just now dawning on her that this might result in her having to fight for you attention with ANOTHER female educator.

As if Scarlet isn’t a challenging competitor already...

“Yeah Miss Scarlet was pretty clear on that front that I was going to have to get one if she was going to agree to keep this whole thing secret from my mother.” You state

Ashley is silent for a second, her making a face as the gears in her head turn.

“Hey, you know my grades are pretty good, maybe I could convince Miss Scarlet to let me tutor you that be better then being kept tabs on by some government prude right?” Ashely suggests while cracking her knuckles, a sarcastically inflection in her voice as she utters the word convince, signaling that her planned methods of ‘persuasion’ might not be so civil.

“Woah hey t-that’s okay Ashley this is my fault you shouldn’t go out of your way for me screwing up, just uh make sure to pull my weight in the guild for me as I won’t be on the game as often.” You nervously smirking while vigorously waving your hands about to dissuade that trouble making look In Ashely’s eye.

Ashley doesn’t reciprocate the smile. Lips instead arching downwards into a grimace, which leaves you confused. You only meant her pulling your weight as a joke after all.

“Ugh moron...” She huffs under her breathe, as again you’re too dense to pick up the subtle signs your putting out.

Why can you never see that she is so desperately trying to get closer to you? For Ashley the friend zone feels like a friend prison, ever time she tries something that might lead to the dynamic of your relationship deepening you dodge the situation entirely like your Nena from the matrix of something. If it were for you being so obviously unaware she’d swear you’re doing it on purpose. Though purposefully or not it still resulted in Ashley always feeling like you were stringing her along.

“Huh what was that?” You cup a hand to your ear, not hearing your friend clearly.

“I said your a moron for letting things get this bad, you... moron.” Ashley says stowing her frustration, and hiding her true feelings by giving you a playful bop on your head with the bottom of her fist.

“Well I can’t really argue that haha.” You respond rubbing the back of your neck.

“Seriously though if you get held back, and leave me all alone in the next grade I won’t ever forgive you.” Ashley says crossing her arms, as she gets serious once more.

“Oh what does that mean your gonna punish me if I flunk out of school is that why you want to be my tutor so you can spank my butt.” You state jokingly with a jaunty shake of the hips.

“Your damn right I’d spank that cute little butt of yours!” Ashley exclaims while taking an aggressive half step in your direction, her half joking, half genuine.

Blinking rapidly your taken a back for a few seconds you looking at Ashley with her arms folded, an eyebrow of her’s going up as she awaits your response. For a second or two the air around you both seems like it might be turning a bit suggestive, this probably the closest Ashely has ever let the mask slip of her sexual desires for you. Of course though you break into a fit of giggles, which Ashley surprisingly can’t help but join in with. It kind of a silly thought either way even if she was kind of serious. The atmosphere quickly becoming light hearted once again as you hunch over with laughter.

“Yeah right like you have any right to be talking about some one having a spankable butt.” You tease slithering up to Ashley’s side in order to give her apple bottom rump a playful pinch.

“Ahh!” Ashley yelps, her whole body shooting up as she hops on to her tippy toes on surprise.

For a second she thinks.... ah but no as she sees the mischievous expression on your face her hopes that that you might finally be making a pass at her is dashed. So without this being a flirtatious gesture, Ashley isn’t going to let you get away with something so bold with out some retaliation.

“Why you....”

With out warning she then leaps on top of you, arms going over your shoulders, while her legs wrapping around your waist. The **** of her colliding into you, and her weight has your knees buckling as you fall backwards into the grassy incline. It’s fortunately a soft landing due to your back pack, and angle of the hill. Only casualty is your strands of blonde hair becoming stained by contact with the ground, as the back of your head falls against the soft wet blades of green. The surprise ambush has you disoriented momentarily. Those few seconds of confusion being all Ashely needs to secure dominance. Before you can recover, and retaliate she lays her full weight on top of you. Her using an arm to hold your hands up against your chest as she leans into you. Then like a snake descending upon a field mouse Ashley darts her hand forward striking with out mercy.

“Ashley no!” You squeal as she digs her fingers into your right armpit, a zap of ticklish sensation causing your body to instantly jerk about as she probes the softness of the spot.

“Ashley noooo.....” She repeats your words in a mocking tone, an impish grin crawling across her face as she leans in even further to leave you completely pinned into the ground.

Instinctively you strain against the hold Ashley has you pinned int. Yet unable to get any really leverage from your current positioning a contest of strength does nothing. Trying another avenue of resistance you attempt to shut Ashely out of the area she’s currently attacking clamping your arm down around her hand. It’s useless though as she’s to firmly planted in your armpit, and you’re currently to much of giggling mess to press down upon her fingers with any really discomfort. It becoming harder, and harder to come up with some plan of escape every second that Ashley tickles, the situation seems dire. You can’t believing how you’ve ended up at her mercy like this for the hundredth time.

Ashley unfortunately learned that you were quite ticklish pretty early on in your friendship. Ever since then your best friend has exploited this weakness when ever she felt like. If you ever play a prank on her, and Ashley can’t think of a good way to get you back she’ll fall back on getting even with a few minutes of raking her fingers over your sensitive skin. Like right now.

“Hahahahaha!” You laugh as she changes the pressure she’s using going for more light swipes of the fingers, which a light airy sensation that drives you wild.

Other times if you’re dragging your feet on a particular day or being to overly cautious she threatened you with a tickling. Ashley it’s to dark out to play man hunt right now, Ashley you shouldn’t feed stray dogs your peanut butter sandwiches, Ashley you can’t build a tree house with only gorilla glue, Ashely we’re going to get in trouble using your moms dinner plates as frisbees. All of these complaints, and more can easily be silenced with just a grab of the thigh or squeeze of the tummy. That or merely just the threat of a few touches shuts up your nagging for good while. Even in a public place Ashely won’t hesitate to turn you into a giggling mess for any and all onlookers. Sort of like how she is doing right by now!

As unfortunately for you through the building tears in your eyes you can see a few other students who are taking the same route home coming up on your position upon the hill. Embarrassment comes over you as slowly more, and more people begin to observe you with looks of amusement, and fascination as they pass by. The worse part being that a lot of them feel the need to add their commentary on you getting tickled out of your mind as they pass.

The added factor of an audience making Ashely want to press your even further make you really so laughing so that every one can hear that cute voice of yours. Feeling Ashely shifting around a bit your eyes then nearly bulge out of your head as she slips her hand under your shirt, your best friend strumming your ribs like guitar strings as her finger tips slide across the little bumps of bone, you being playedlike some kind of string instruments as every run of the hand has you singing out for all to hear.

“Hahahahahahah stohohohohohohop Ashlehehehehey people are hererehehehhehehehehehe!” You beg, wriggling around as you try your hardest to avoid Ashley roaming hand.

“Yeah Doug we live on planet earth there are indeed people here.” Ashley responds with dismissive sarcasm, her other hand now joining the fray of frenzied fraternizing.

You make a high pitched sound that sounds like some one stepped on a mouse, Ashley itches softly at your armpit again, this time it being double unbearable as now her nails are on the bare of your skin. The direct contact really sucking while, airy, feather like touches now relentless rock your body forcing out spills of more, and more almost girly laughter. Ashely having a smile plastered on her face for ever second, not a hint of mercy being shown while she then grabs at that tender part of your tummy with her right hand.

“Pfffftttthahahahahah ohohohohoho stohohohobohohop Ashelyehehehehe you knowhohohoho I hate thahahahahahat.” You screeche through the unending cackling.

The stomach is almost always the worst, a critical hit, it’s sensitivity only second to your feet which you pray Ashely doesn’t move on to next. Seriously you actually are going to freak out if she starts to remove your shoes.

“Ugh Get a room you two...”

You hear a nerdy junior with big thick glasses mutters as she scuttles down the hill.

Ashely is undeterred by the comment her welcoming any words spoken about you two as she knows it’ll just increase the embarrassment you feel. Her really looking to make you pay for pitching her butt. Hand giving multiple quick firm grabs of your stomach’s side that feel like electric jolts of velvet. Your hairless left under arm where her fingers are cruelty digging around a constant buzz with sensation while her nails gently scritch, and scratch around. The dragging of her fingernails like a silken knives, pronounced, focused to a point, yet also so tortuously soft of a touch.

“Damn dude you letting a girl kick your ass, you need to hit the gym more.” Comments a senior jock who jogs along with a football tucked under his arm.

“Oh look at that Rosy that reminds me of when we were little.”

“Shh, mind your own business don’t make eye contact Teddy.”

A rich looking girl snaps at her twin brother as she hurriedly yanks him always from the commotion.

Ashely then switches up her approach, synchronizing both her hands in movement she takes long slowly rakes of her nails over your sides. From abdomen to hip she gradually travels downwards, starting the teasing journey again, and again every time she reaches the end. While no longer howling with laughter due to this type of **** being a lot less intense your still on the edge of giggling the entire time. Ashely keeping herself amused by trying to figure out exactly how little effort she can use, and still get you to break. A dark gleam resting behind her eyes, as she observes you trying your best to stiffen the lip, and hold still. Every muscle you have tense as you attempt to become as still as a statue.

“Awww why’d you go all silent Doug are you not having fun any more, come on let me see that smile again a choochie choochie cho a choochie.” Ashely taunts in a high pitched babying voice as she wags a finger across your skin.

“Pffffttthahahahahhah!!!” With that stupid little bit of banter you’re finally pushed over the edge again.

This accomplishment making Ashely give a small laugh herself, it too cute how you’re so easy to break. Just puddy in her hands wriggling, squirming around as you endure this hellish **** mirth. Ashely then leans her head forward placing her lips on where your neck meets your shoulder. Momentarily you’re confused by this move, it almost seeming like she’s trying to kiss you, which surely can’t be the case. Pfffffffppppppfffffffffff Ashely then blows out air from her sealed lips on your neck, resulting in a playful raspberry. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, the vibrations caused by air being **** to rumble against your skin a new kind of tickle that causes you to just start kicking out into the air in a frenzy.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” You want to scream out ‘stop, mercy!’ , yet the words just come out as more laughter.

plllllllfffffppppp Another raspberry on your neck.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” And more laughter follows, you so loud now your voice reverberate all the way up the hill.

pfffffpppppp

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

Plllfffffrfffppppppppppp

“HAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

Plllllllppppp

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!

Ashley inflicts a ‘bushel’ more of raspberries upon you. Your legs still flailing out wildly, you muddying your shoes as you slap your feet against the grass in protest. Relenting for a moment Ashley pulls her lips away from your neck letting you calm down, and rest for a second least she risks you passing out. You pant, chest heaving while you suck in air with long deep inhales. Each breath of fresh oxygen feeling like a godsend, you not even making an attempt to trying in escape your so happy to just no longer be laughing.

“Mmmmm you know you look good like this Doug.” Ashely hums trying to conceal the lust in her voice with **** sarcasms as she boops your nose.

An over precaution on her part really, as right now Ashley could straight up sport a third eye and you probably wouldn’t even notice. Breathing in, and out in and out, Ashely watches as your full attention is just on breathing. Giving you a few minutes of peace some more school goers pass by, there not being any that really pay you any attention as no action is currently going on. A problem that Ashley seeks to rectify, deciding you’ve taken enough of a break the tickling once more starts back up. This time her clutching just above your waist, gently pressing at the soft spots of your sides while her thumbs aggressively prod the inguinal ligament dips

“Pffffhahahahahha comeononohohohoho reallyehehehehhehe???”

You certainly be groaning with annoyance right now if you weren’t back to laughing this concealed laughter. The punishment really starting to feel a bit like overkill on Ashley’s. Though that just means you’ll have to keep this moment in mind when you have a chance to get her back. Make mental note to be EXTRA ruthless when getting ****.

“Oh damn check that out!” A voice from further up the hill then exclaims.

And of course more people are coming to witness your humiliation. Yet this time much to your dismay the approaching group actually decides to stick around. The sound of nearby foot steps stopping a few feet away from you, and Ashely. You not sure exactly, but you think it’s a group of three girls. It kind of hard to tell as you’re currently whipping head back and forth. Only thing for sure is that they aren’t leaving.

Ashley however gets a better look a trio. Looking up from you for a second as you aren’t getting away any time soon she catches a full gander of each one. Indeed they are all girls, though girls she’s never seen before at school. Which must mean they’re transfers, not surprising since the township takes students from out of town. That fact only compounding the over follow problem at the building. They’re are all a different race, one white, one latino, and one black.

The black ebony skinned girl is slim, skinny. Her limbs are thin, and she has a tight stomach. Her having so little fat that bones can be just slightly seen under her skin despite her darker complexion. A fact that makes Ashley a bit jealous as at time she wished she didn’t have so much weight. Her occasionally thinking maybe if she wasn’t blessed with a such thickness you’d might be more attracted to her. Though one thing Ashely didn’t envy from the girl is her lack of a chest. Like she is completely flat, the girl rocking a pair of N cups . As in N for none, or nonexistent! The black spaghetti strap top the girl is really just hiding nipples as there isn’t any cushioning in that location. Unfortunately the girls ass is also kind of pitiful to, it only being a modest bump under her long baggy tight ripped jeans.

Though Ashely doubts the girl is going to get any grief from any one at the school for her lacking features, as she’s got something else going for her. The ebony girl is like 8.7 feet tall! As well she also has some broad shoulders that widen the silhouette of her upper frame a few degrees. This being evened out to still have some feminine grace by her slopped traps, which go well with her pretty prominent collar bone. Seriously though anyone looking to bully the girl must have some sort of a **** wish. If not for her youthful looks which put her roughly around age 18 or 19 by Ashely’s guess, one might think the girl is an adult.

Still she is kind of cute around the face if Ashely has to grade her on just facial features. The girl’s face is diamond shaped, having a mouth with a heavy lower lip that makes the girl look like she has a natural pout. Her eyes are upturned a shade of baby blue irises standing out between the black and white. Eye brows are a dark, and thinned. With the last notable detail being that as the ebony girl flashes her teeth for an amused grin there’s a small but noticeable gap between her two front teeth. With all that the girl’s appearance can be summed up as powerful, like a model on a magazine who is wearing trendy clothes, then looking down at you in one of those bold poses the empathizes status, and prestige.

Though this girl while having the body for a run way presents with a totally different vibe. Her having a styling of variety that provides the girl with an slightly shady vibe. Her hair is under a tightly wrapped black bandana. A small afro under it being squished down an suppressed by the the dark cloth. Accompanying that accessory is a pair of black, and white sneakers that are so crisp and clean there isn’t even a single smudge on them. Then finally a gold skull ring on the girls left ring finger. It having a bunch of faded scratches that makes you think it’s a rather old piece of jewelry.

The other two girls keep to a similar urban style though each one with their own personal twists.

“Tch, man and I thought this school was gonna be boring.” Says the white girl of the group, her folding her arms behind her back as she leans forward, and pitches down a bit to leer over both you, and Ashely.

The white girl has a hair full of dirty bleach blonde dreads. The hue of yellow gold having splotches of dark black streaks that stain her mop. Her face is inverted triangle shaped, her eyes almond shaped, or one of them at least as the girl has the left side of her face mostly covered by her dreads which reach down to the midway point of her neck. She has a bit of emo, or goth infused to her urban look, with her full lips painted with black lip stick. Her eye was well having that gothic edgey tinge as the white girl has a heavy amount of dark eyeshadow, and a small bit of eye liner making her eyes pop. The hazel irises she has especially being helped by the heavy eye make up . Keeping in the theme of dark cosmetics the girl has her nails black as well.

Opposite of her friend she’s rather short about the same height as you. The girl’s body is slightly triangle shaped with her being a bit bottom heavy. At the top her shoulders are thin the girl’s upper half having that desirable feminine quality of being cute, and small. The only outlier is her chest which has some nice c cups that help the look of her frame smoothly widening out from her abdomen into some moderately think thighs.

The thighs then sprawl down into a pair of shapely legs. Them curvy, round, yet not chunky. Her lower limbs keeping in shape rather then jiggling about.. This seeming to point to the girl’s legs not molded by fat, but her rather being natural sculpted this way. Or the build up of size being the result of exercise. The latter seeming more likes as her arms have a degree of tone, like that of some one who participates in a light sport like basketball, or soccer.

Basketball is the safe bet as the girl is currently wearing a sleeveless basket ball jersey, and some brand name basketball shoes. The shoes are purple, and black having a funky, wild design. Squiggles of pen marks are all over the shoe, which when one gets closer are identifiable as a bunch of famous players signature’s all printed over of one another.

The b-ball uniform she has on is magenta with black outlines, and lettering. Though the shirt doesn’t seem to represent any actually team, as its doubtful any league minor or majorly would allow the words ‘# 1 juicy’ and the picture of a peach with ass cheeks on any official player’s attire. The other bits of clothes she has on is a pair of wide jorts that stop just above her ankles. A small silver chain hanging from the jean short’s the left pocket, the item matching as similar chain loosely worn around the girl’s neck. It the same silvery luster of metal draping down over her collar bone, a small cross attached to the end.

“Oi chico what did you do to end up like this huh?” The third girl, a latino with a thick accent, chimes in, her words seemingly directed at you.

The Latino girl smacks her lips as she chews some gum, blowing a bubble till it pops against her lightly tanned skin, only for her to pull the gum back into her mouth with her teeth and start chewing again. She about an inch taller then you in height, her having an oblong shaped face. The height, and width of her facial structure balancing out into a nice oval shape.

The girl’s eyes are slightly upturned, giving every gaze she throws a innate of fierceness. With a certain degree of confidence just radiating off of even a quick glance of the latina’s dark brown peepers. Her eyebrows are thinned, sharp, them also a dark brown thats the same color of her hair. The side part style the girl has flowing neatly down past the length of the girl’s back. Her sleek side part hairdo has the girl’s hair neatly put together despite how long of a cut it is. She has a pair of heavy double DDs on her chest that jiggle to some degree every time she takes a step. Her body shape is kind of square with her abdomen, and tummy not really pinching inward into a hour glass figure. Though she does still have a nice tight tummy that keeps her middle looking slim, and womanly The latina chick then being rounded out with a set of slender legs, and a little bump of a rump.

Her choice of clothing is similar to that of a rapper. Her sporting a sideways worn bright red snap back hat. The brim of the cap pointing out to the right as it sits a top the Latina’s head. From her ears are some large gold hoop earrings. While just above the girls left nostril is a jeweled piercing that shimmers every time it reflects off of the light.

A thick gold chain hangs from the girl’s neck, each chain link a loop design that’s about a inch in size. The piece of jewelry looking like it’s of significant worth, if the bling is indeed made of real gold. For an initial top she has a light blue jean jacket with bedazzled design of a fire ball on the back. Under that she has a dull salmon crop top that’s short sleeved, and shows off her flat belly. For bottoms she has on a pair of black bright white cargo pants. It slightly lose, ruffled, with pockets on the side of the legs. The pants also having two black belts that cross over, and hang down slightly in a X design from the girl’s waist. On the girl’s feet are some clean tennis shoes, the light grey color unspoiled by any smudges or blemishes. An impressive feat for some one who just left the chaos of the school rush.

The three girls have gathered around you, and Ashely. They’re standing about only a foot or two away, not seeming to care if their presence is intruding while they gaze at the two of you. Feeling a prickle of uneasiness at the group getting this close Ashely halts your torment. Scanning each of the trio with a suspicious little look. Picking up on Ashely’s wariness of her the tallest one cracks a disarming smile at Ashely.

“Now sista what ya got there huh, guy give you hard time, you got to take matters into your own hand I get it I get it.” The ebony girl says while she gives a nod of her approval to Ashley, the girl speaking casually while she crosses her arms, and shifts her weight to one side.

The other two girls seem to pick up on what the tallest girl is putting down. Her appearing to be the leader of the bunch, both the white and Latino follow the black girl’s lead. Taking step or two back, the other two girls take more relaxed stances while providing some space to Ashely. A gesture done to demonstrate that they aren’t here to make trouble, and there is no need for all this tension in the air. Ashely upon seeing the group make this effort exhales, a sigh of relief reliving the tightness in her chest. Then tinge of sheepishness comes over Ashely. With her suddenly feeling quite self conscious being the center of all three of these hot girls’ attention now.

“Yeah you could say something like that.” Ashely replies rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly while her eyes flick off to the side.

The whole scene of her straddling you with her hands under your shirt in public like this now feeling a very silly to her as she’s comes down. No longer all hyped up on in the moment adrenaline, and excitement.

“Well you don’t hafta stop for a us, we’re ust observing.” Encourages the white chick, her grinning ear to ear as she leans forward to get her face right up to Ashley’s for a second before straightening back up.

“Yeah chica don’t mind us we fans, we like seeing some of that girlhood shit.” The Latino girl chimes in echoing the white girl’s sentiment as she beats a fist to her chest.

“Just pretend we aren’t here, really we ain’t gonna cause trouble.” The black girl insists waving her hand for Ashley keeping doing what she’s was doing.

The cogs seem to be turning in Ashely’s mind as she mulls over the strangers’ enthused coaxing for her to continue. Then to your dismay a dark shadow shifts over her face. A decision to indulge this new lingering audience seeming to have been make.

Crap, like things haven’t been embarrassing enough already! Ahhh you don’t even know this girls, and already their getting this pathetic display as their first impression of you! Opening your mouth you try to stand up for your self. Yet, before you can get a word out Ashley’s fingers descend upon you.

“Phahahahahahahhaha Ashahahahahahahah pleaseheheheheheheheheheheheseds!” You cry out, words lost in the giggles.

“Yeah, yeah get that boy, get em!” The tall black girl cheers as Ashley resumes her tickling.

Your good friend adheres to the enthused request. Going right for your arm pits with no hesitation, you instantly start to squeal and thrash around again.

“Hahahahahahabahahahahahah!!!”

“Get him for all the girls out there, biblical punishment, divine penance!” Laughs the Latino girl.

“Yeah it’s pay back time!” The black girl says as seemingly a consensus between the three has been reached.

Apparently the trio has judged your treatment as some sort of justified retribution against male species as a whole. Them rallying behind Ashely in this moment as a snapshot of female solidarity, and empowerment. The three beginning to really hoot and holler as they hype Ashely up. Them egging her on, and acting like your best friend’s own personal cheer squad.

“Eat em up sister!” Chimes in the pale white one as she raises a fist in support of the spectacle.

“Heheheehahahahahahahha!!”

“Ooooooo look at em squirm, don’t let him get away get that boy!” The tall black girl claps.

“Hold still and take it like a man you wimp!” Says the Latina her stringing out the word man with sarcastic scorn as she speaks.

Each remark is a stab at your pride. The on going degradation feeling as if it threatens to strike down what ever sense of dignity still have left. You unable to tell at this point which is worse the embarrassment getting from it or tickling its self. Ashley being reinvigorated in her efforts to keep you laughing due to all the praises she’s getting from her new ‘followers’. Wanting to really impress them she finds just using her hands unsatisfactory. Thinking quick a light bulb goes off as she then stretches her right arm back to a side pocket of her back pack. Fishing out a small pink hair brush Ashely holds it high in the air like it’s a magic weapon. The girls all draw their attention to the item the black girl of the group shrug as the other to shoot her a confused look. Them unsure what Ashley wise going to do with the brush yet intrigued none the less. While still just a normal styling tool, the object is capable of devastating potential that warrants a bit of dramatic fanfare. Quickly turning it against you, what was once used to tame hair, tames you as Ashely pulls your shirt all the way up to swipe the brush
up against your left side.

“EEeEeEeEeeEeEeP!” You squeak, as Ashely swipes up and down over your ribs.

“God damn he sounding a like straight up squeaky toy now!” The white girl says her eyes going wide in reaction to the pitiful noises your making.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!” A barrages of f bombs are unleashed by you as every plastic balled bristle running over your skin is pure giddy anguish.

You shaking, wiggling, squirming while Ashley rapid brushing leaves a soft buzzing feeling as she traverse your body. From tummy to your nipples a trail of tingles spread over you as Ashely brush, brush, brushes away. Exploring every inch of your unprotected form so that she can find the best spots that get the most reaction in response to her hairbrush. It being that the longer this carries on the better Ashely is able to exploit your weak points. Every passing second she’s refining her technique, finding the best ways to get the maximum amount of laughter with the minimal amount of effort.

This increasing the value of the free show for the city girls by quite a lot. Them really enjoying all the funny noises you’re, a mischievous thrill shared between all three as they joke with one another. Plus with your shirt up they get the added bonus of a good look at your uncovered abdomen, sprinkling just a slight hint of eroticism to the whole scene. The groping of milky white skin by ebony fingers adding a sensual undertone to the ambiance. With miss white girl even licking her lips a little as she slides her eyes across your nipples, you having a niche boyish charm to your physical appearance that she finds kind of attractive.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHahahahahhahahahahahhahhahahaCahakahakahkahahkahkahkah!!!!“ You shout to high heavens above.

Ensnared by the sensation, mind all twisted up. Tears starting to stream none stop down your cheeks as you completely break. The surroundings around you all fade into the background. All of your sense of self lost in the sensation, you become just a hapless giggling thing. A higher capability for thought no longer possible as all there is left is the primal feeling of touch. It’s like a trance, swallowing your mind into the swirling vortex of non stop tickling.

“Woah, you available to do that to my man later chica, he’s a real handful.” Chirps the Latino with hoop earrings who laughs into her hand.

“Shit yeah I’d pay you to do my boyfriend like this.” Says the black girl noting the almost glazed look in your eye.

“Sorry ladies my services can’t be bought, I just do it for the love of game.” Ashley says playing to the crowd as she turns her head back to give the group a mischievous wink.

This prompts some more laughter from her fan club.

“Man he really is conked the fuck out...” Whispers the white girl under her breath, seeming just a tad put off by the strange vacant aura your giving out.

Some how despite your vigorous laughter, and non stop smiling there’s an emptiness to your being. Like the lights are on but no one is home. Your will stripped away by the nonstop sensation.

Just then the black girl’s smart phone buzzes taking it out of her pocket she looks at the screen.

“Ah fuck rides here, thanks for the show girl but we better bounce, you cool though holla at us next time you see us in school.” The black girl says to gesturing with a roll of the shoulder for her friends to follow.

“Awwww that’s a shame things were just getting good, oh well see you two crazy cats around.” The white girl waves good bye, then gracefully slides down wet grass on the hill as if on a skate board as she attempts to catch up the black girl.

The ebony skinned chick already starting to make some distance as she didn’t even wait up for the other two before leaving.

“Well, got to be going then bye chica, and bye you naughty chico.” Declares the Latino girl as she makes her exit as well, her blowing you a parting kiss before turning away.

“Ay wait up!” She calls out to her friends as she dashes after them, nearly slipping a few times as she tries to run down the incline.

With that it’s back to you just you, Ashely and the other passers bye. Yet despite no long having a active audience Ashely’s enthusiasm hasn’t waned. Passions still aflame, the brush doesn’t stop, It feeling like you’ve gotten a six pack from all the non stop laughter, Ashely not giving you even a break for even a second. Eventually though she runs out of steam, the fire in her belly and her stamina finally flickering out. She gradually gets slower, and slower, till by the end she’s nearly out of breathe. Everything finally coming to a head as Ashely herself reaches her limit, collapsing to the ground she rolls over to the side next you. The two of you now both on your backs, left staring up at sky while catching a your respective breathes. Both nearly exhausted at this point.

With you no longer being assaulted what few students still on their way home don’t give you a second glance. A welcome blessing as you’ve been the highlight of more then enough people’s day for a life time. Though honestly your even more grateful no one had the bright idea to take out their phone to snap a picture or start recording. Getting seen by like a quarter of the whole school is bad enough, but if some one got a video or picture there’s no way you’d live this down. It’d go viral no doubt, and every one in the whole town would know you! God that’s not the kind of fame you need at only age 19! Dang Ashley.... You’re most definitely going to have to get her back for this....

“Ha.... ha.... ha.... jerk.” You say sucking in air as you pull a handful of grass and toss it at Ashley.

She lazily puts her arm up to defend her face, but it’s not needed as the blades of grass just end up uselessly scattering in the air.

“Ha..... Ha....haha... ha... ha....” Ashley laughs while she too sucks in some much needed oxygen.

“gasp haa... if I’m late.... g-getting home.... your gonna explain to her... what kept me tied up.... haaa...” You say to Ashely turning your head to flash her a smirk.

“Oh really.... you sure.... haa you want me to tell her what happened here...?” Responds Ashley with an audible slyness in her voice as she raises an eyebrow.

“W-wait haaa no that’s not....” You frown realizing that actually you don’t want anyone in your family learning about this embracing fiasco.

God your sister Sarah alone would never let this go if she found out.

“W-well at least it seems like you made some new friends, good for you...” You say sitting up to scoot away from Ashely as you turn your back to her and pout.

Not able to come up with some threat or witty retort to save some sort of face here you commit to trying guilt Ashely into an apology. You not about to move past this incident with out a small bit of sorrowful groveling on her part to soothe your very much bruised ego.

“Ohhh don’t be like that, they don’t seem to be kind of people I’d hang out with.” Ashely sits up, speaking truthfully as besides finding mutual enjoyed in messing with you the other girls seem a bit to mature, and serious for Ashely to really click with.

“No, no it’s fine I see how it is, finally out grown your childhood friend well it had to happen eventually.”

You turn up your chin as you further turn away from Ashely, making it crystal clear the kind of response you want from her. Of course your not actual mad or anything but the gesture would still be a welcome consolation prize for all you just went through.

Ashely rolls her eyes at the faux dramatics, shaking her head she sighs and says what you want to hear.

“Alright alright I’m sorry I may have gotten a littttttle carried away.” Ashely says her voice teetering between sarcastic, and sincere.

“That’s the best I’m gonna get aren’t I?” You say to Ashely giving her a side eye as you stay turned around.

“Yup!” Responds Ashely with a smile.

“Fineeee I forgive you.” You speak as your tone pitches up into an exaggerate cutie voice.

Spinning around you again face your best friend as the two of you are both sitting on the hill criss cross apple sauce style now.

“But you do realize I’m gonna have to get your back for this right?” You then smirk at Ashely letting her know she’s not off the hook.

“I’ll watch my back.” Ashely responds with a confident look that says ‘bring it on!’

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“Mom I’m home!” You call out as you enter the front door.

Casually you launch your sneakers at the near by basket of foot wear as you kick your shoes off. You to lazy to actually properly put them nearly away as your already beginning the rush up the near by stares to your room.

“What took you so long, you were longer getting home today.” You mother calls back from somewhere in the kitchen.

“Oh uh me and Ashely just hung out by the the near by soccer field for a little bit some one left a ball there and we were kicking it around a bit, kind of lost track of time.” You shout back halting in your tracks half way up the stairs.

“Oh okay.” Your mom replies satisfied by this simple explanation.

“We’re probably going to get pizza for dinner that okay?” She yells out one more time as your on the last step.

“Yeah that sounds cool!” You says as you race downs few steps again to stick your head out from the balcony to clearly call back.

With that you hear what must be the sounds of dishes being washed, as the brief exchange with your mother ends. Lingering around for a few seconds you wait to see if your mother mentions anything about being contacted by the school. She doesn’t though, guess that means Miss Scarlet kept her word to not tattling about your grades. With that you race up stairs quickly making your way down the hall, and into your room.

Letting out a long exhale you chuck your book bag to the floor, and flop back onto your bed. Man today has been pretty crazy, almost makes you want to curl up for a nice nap. You sigh but of course there’s that government tutor program that requires your attention. Miss Scarlet being pretty clear she wanted you in that program today.

So not wanting to risk ticking her off you decide to take care of that now. Popping back up you walk over to your pc desk, the rgb lights of your gaming pc flashing as you boot up the computer. The low hum of the fan revving up while you sign into the Home screen. Navigating the mouse to the online browser you type the site name Miss Scarlet showed you into the search bar. Like before the same website pops and you start clicking around to get some more info.

From the quick scroll you do, most of who you see seem to be in their later years. No doubt a lot of these people are former teachers who either want to make some money teaching with out the hassle of having the wrangle an entire class. Though you do see one or two pictures that appear to have some one of college age, which you guess also makes sense as tutoring like this must be a nice way for some one to ease themselves into becoming the career of being educator after just being educated in college themselves.

You make an ugh sound as you spin the mouse wheel further and further down the page, you already feeling board just looking at the sea of button up shirts, and bob cuts. These have to be the most bland people in the world, and now you got to cow toe to one until your grades improve? No doubt you be sitting around listening to them drone on and on about mathematics or whatever. Man this officially sucks….

Then an oddity sticks out in the swam of sticks-in-the mud. A profile that has a name reading Elena Spectra catching your attention. Unlike the other people listed who just have one basic professional looking photo Elena has several on her bio. The pictures shown looking more akin to something you’d see on some ones social media page than a government website. Clicking on one you get a better look as the image enlarges, allowing you to take in the details of the girl more closely. First the girl’s hair is eccentrically eye-catching, her front having some neatly done arched bangs while her back has two large shimmering. pigtails that are curled into long spirals.

The duel twin tails look like stretched springs, or elongated tornadoes, the curled strands of hair rather thin in volume. This lack of thickness is made up though by length. As their measurement reaches all the way down to the mid section of the girl’s back. This outlandish style combining with the nearly sliver, platinum blonde hair dye job makes the girl almost look like she’s come straight out of a fighting video game. Another one of the photos showing her in a voguish outfit that is quite fashionable compounds this idea that this Elena women wouldn’t appear out of place in selection screen of colorful fighters. In fact each image has Elena in a different striking set of clothes at a different place.

The environment of each picture she in a distinctive background that correlates in one way or another to the outfit she’s wearing. A goth lolita dress in a shadowy forest, a raver’s fit on a packed dance floor, a fancy dress in an elegance ball room. Elena preforming some appropriate action or pose that fit the scene in each photo. This only deepens your curiosity, with a portfolio like this one would think this Elena person is trying out for modeling job not showing off for a tutor position. Like all these styles she nails em despite how radically dissimilar they are. The only real common factor is her hair style which is unchanged no matter the garb or place. Yet besides just having an abnormal hair doo, something there is another constancy you notice about Elena’s physical appearance. Mainly the fact that the the girl was also a total a hottie!

Your cock happily twitching at the next image of Elena lounging in beach chair with a pink two piece one strap sling bikini. The skimpy swim wear giving you a good look at her milky white skin. Her complexion a beautiful Snow White hue, which greatly shows off the contorts of her body. The dark shadows and shade warping around every little curve, or shape of her frame, accentuated by her light rose skin. The more subtle physical details that would normally go unnoticed on a female body are displayed more prominently on Elena due to the deep contrast of colors. Subtle shoulder blades, a beautiful but not overly pronounced set of ribs. All of this in the packaging of a slim body type, Elena rather slender, and thin making the girl kind of adorable. Like you just want to hug, and hold that precious stilohute. Following the tread of being cute is a round face, not puffy, or fat, but soft in facial features which gives the girl an air of innocence and naivety. That aspect then being balanced out by her having a pair of sultry, upturned eyes, a sense of intelligent radiating from behind the sharp gaze of her emerald green irises.

Then there’s the more obvious parts a man would notice. Breasts a respectable C cup, while bewllow the waist a decent sized cock bulge, and skinny tight butt with a nice amount of perk. Drooling over the poolside photo you then quickly peak back over your shoulder, listening out to make sure no one in your family is currently head towards your room. You not wanting to be caught by Sarah or god forbid your mom ogling this bikini pic. Hearing nothing but silence, you leer more intently, further hunching over your computer as you fidget around in the chair. Mouth watering as fantasies about rubbing your dick between those lush tits, or fucking that firm ass has you start to grind just a little bit in place. You sporting a full on erection in your pants now, you move a hand down to your waist band. Yet before going to town down there you snap back to reality. Refocusing on the task at hand again, you check the little blurb that Elena has written about herself.

<Hello all my name is Elena Vander, I am a fully devoted to teaching. Molding the young minds of the future and providing guidance to the generations coming after us is one of the most noble causes one can presue in my humble opinion. Knowledge is the weapon in which we use to arm ourselves against this worlds modern problems. Only through learning can we fortify the youth to combat the strenuous, often times daunting complications they will face finding their place in society. I seek the best those under my tutorage, and that means my teaching doesn’t just end when we put down the books. Personal attention outside of a standard curriculum is something I am able and willing to provide if needed. With my guidance you’ll thrive in not just education but in many other aspects of your life as well.>

Huh so this person really is an official tutor on the site? With the pictures she has you thought there be some spiel here about purchasing a subscription service for monthly lewds, but no what you see here looks to be sincere. Yet you remain skeptical of profile still. Is this girl really some one you should be listening to for school advice? Like these pictures don’t exactly scream wise, and knowledge.

She even looks as if she’s in her to early twenties which gives you even more pause, your responsible side saying that having some one with more, age and experience would be best. This Elena girl is just way too young! Intriguing as this girl looks, the threat of Miss scarlet made it clear she wanted you will some one that was going to help you get your act together. Not wanting to risk it you almost scroll away, that is till you read down a few sentences. Skipping ahead in the reading you see that Elena actually brags about graduating earlier than most people due to skipping a few grades. Wow, so that must mean this girl is some kind of once and a life time genius. Well in that case it’d be practically irresponsible NOT to pick her right? You do want the best person for the job teaching you after all, you rationalize as your eyes graze over the photo that has the space between her chest exposed. That creamy smooth white skin having you bitting your lower lip as you trail your gaze over to how tightly that white dress shirt she’s wearing is pulled taunt on her small breasts. With out even a second more of thinking you slide the mouse cursor over to the button that says request and click. The page loads for a second then a message pops up reading request sent. Well there’s no going back now, all that’s left is to wait for a response...