Amy needs some tutoring help

Matt had barely made it in the door when Amy smacked into him. "I need help. I screwed up on today's trig quiz."

Amy looked like she'd just come from the pool. A net-like cover-up barely covered a bikini that showed off her long legs and slender curves. Which, in turn, completely distracted Matt from her damaged face.

"That quiz was easy," Matt responded. "And we covered the material. You should have aced it."

"Yeah, but I didn't. If you don't help me get my grades up, my mom will make me go back to my old tutor."

"Is that what you want, Amy? Would you be happier with your former tutor?"

Amy got big tears dripping from her eyes. "Don't tease me like that, Matt. You know I learn so much more from you."

Matt sighed. He'd never gotten used to girls crying and it tore him up inside. Which was complicated because he knew things were going to get ugly if he wasn't careful with {if cindidate=true}Cindi{elseif wendydate=true}Wendy{else}Karen.{endif} He found a clean handkerchief and gave it to Amy. "I'm not teasing. I'm trying to make sure you pass your classes."

"So I can get plastic surgery?"

"If that's what you want, Amy. It's really the person, not the way the person looks, that's important."

Amy laughed bitterly. "That's what they say, isn't it? Except we all know that isn't true. Are Tanya and Natasha the nicest girls in school? Hell no. Are they the smartest? Do they have the best personalities or senses of humor? No again. They've got the biggest tits and the best legs and the prettiest faces and that's the only thing that matters. I've got this face because I got smashed by a horse and I might as well be a piece of shit on their shoes."

Matt knew the feeling. Not knowing what else to do, he wrapped his arms around Amy. "It's okay, Amy. It's just high school. It only feels like it goes on forever."

She melted against his body, running her hands down his chest, finally pawing at where his dick pressed hard against his jeans. "I'm going to be pretty when I get my plastic surgery. I told my dad that I wanted huge tits and he said I could do it no matter what mom says."

Yeah, great. A pervert dad. Matt didn't know how to deal with that. He also didn't know quite how to deal with Amy rubbing hard on his dick. Well, he sort of had an idea but suspected if he did what he wanted to do, he would lose his tutoring job... and he needed the money.