She's struggling a bit

“I’m actually struggling in a lot of my classes,” she admitted, “especially English and mathematics.” I was very surprised to hear that, considering how finals were less than 6 weeks away. Paige had seemed to be the academic type, one who had good grades and kept them.

“Why are you just telling me about this?” I asked. She looked down in shame and said, “I was afraid it would ruin my reputation. After all, I’m seen as this, amazing person. Yet such a person might not pass basic college math.” And for the first time, I saw her on the verge of crying.

I walked over to her and patted her back to try and comfort her. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you. I can help out if you need it.”

She looked at me and, with a slight chuckle, replied, “Thanks, you pervert.”

That stung.

And just like that, I had myself a ‘student’ who came over every other day for help. We would hit up some of her homework, I’d devise a few of my own, and then we would make dinner together. I believed that I was impacting her grades, and thankfully, they did begin to rise from low Cs to mid Bs alongside her other grades.

Around 3 weeks in on a day that Paige wasn’t coming over. I had another surprise guest: Laney had shown up, her perky breasts and smooth legs well on show through the peephole. I opened the door and invited her in.