Alissa

Lisa took a deep breath as she walked up to Alissa. The tall volleyball player had been giving her a run for her money, not with her spikes or serves, but with her blatant disregard for academics. Lisa, with her soft blonde hair and curves that spoke of quiet confidence, was determined to turn this around. She was a tutor, after all, and she prided herself on her ability to connect with students, to light that spark of understanding in their eyes. But Alissa was a different breed altogether.

Alissa looked at Lisa and stood up, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silver. She towered over Lisa, her athletic build a testament to hours spent on the court. "Oh, it's you," Alissa said, her voice dripping with a mix of indifference and mischief. "If you're here to bore me with more math, you might as well leave now."

Lisa's jaw tightened, but she maintained her composure. "I'm here to help you, Alissa. You need to pass this class if you want to keep playing volleyball."

Alissa leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on her lips. "And you need to make it worth my while, just like last time."

Last time. Lisa remembered it all too well. The way Alissa's eyes had gleamed with delight when Lisa, **** to get through to her, had resorted to... unconventional methods. It was a line Lisa had never thought she'd cross while teaching, but there was something about Alissa that made her throw caution to the wind.

"Fine," Lisa said, her voice steady. "We'll make it interesting."

They moved to an empty classroom, where a few desks sat against one wall. Alissa flopped down onto one, her long legs stretching out in front of her. Lisa sat beside her at another desk, close enough to touch, and opened the textbook to the chapter on calculus. She began to explain the concepts, her voice clear and patient, but it was soon apparent that Alissa's attention was elsewhere.

Lisa's frustration grew as Alissa's gaze wandered around the room, never once landing on the book. "Alissa," Lisa said, her tone firm. "You need to focus."

Alissa turned to look at her, her eyes dark with a challenge. "Why don't you make me?"

Lisa's heart skipped a beat. She knew what Alissa was implying, and a part of her recoiled at the thought. But another part, a part she had been trying to ignore, was intrigued. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she met Alissa's gaze. "Fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Drop your pants."

Alissa's smirk widened into a grin as she stood up and shimmied out of her jeans, revealing a pair of lacy black panties that left little to the imagination. Lisa's breath caught in her throat at the sight of Alissa's bulge, a tantalizing secret that was no longer hidden.

Lisa reached out tentatively, her hand hovering over the fabric. She could feel the warmth radiating from Alissa's body, could sense the electricity crackling in the air between them. With a deep breath, she let her fingers graze the length of Alissa's covered erection, feeling it twitch in response.

As she continued her lecture on derivatives and integrals, Lisa's hand moved with a mind of its own, tracing the outline of Alissa's cock through the lace. She watched Alissa's face, saw the way her eyelids fluttered and her lips parted ever so slightly. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she held this much power over another person's pleasure.

Lisa's touch was maddeningly gentle, her fingers dancing over Alissa's sensitive area with practiced ease. She would speed up, bringing Alissa to the brink, only to slow down and whisper a particularly difficult math problem into her ear. Alissa's answers were breathless and punctuated with moans, but they were correct, and that was all that mattered to Lisa.

Alissa's hips began to rock in time with Lisa's movements, her moans growing louder with each stroke. Eventually Alissa's underwear fell off too and Lisa was rubbing right up against Alissa's cock. The futanari moaned with pleasure as her hand reached out, boldly cupping Lisa between her legs. The tutor's protest died on her lips as Alissa's fingers deftly navigated the fabric of her pants, seeking the heat beneath.

"Let's even the playing field," Alissa whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Lisa nodded, her own arousal building with each passing second. She spread her legs, granting Alissa better access, as she continued her lecture. The words spilled from her lips, a mixture of mathematical terms and breathy gasps, as Alissa's fingers worked their magic.

The room was filled with the scent of their mingled arousal, a heady perfume that fueled their passion. Their breathing became ragged, the air charged with electricity. Lisa could feel the familiar tightening in her core, the telltale sign of an impending orgasm. She reluctantly stilled her hand, her eyes meeting Alissa's in a silent agreement.

"Practice problems," Lisa managed to say, her voice trembling with need. "We need to focus."

Alissa whined, her body trembling with frustration. "Can we do them on the whiteboard? Like before?"

Lisa nodded, her body humming with unspent desire as she got up and walked to the whiteboard.