The Quarterback isn't easy to tutor

After School Tutorial with the quarterback

Miss Jensen stands alone in the front of the classroom. Despite all her worries and issues with her emotions, she still looks phenomenal, as always. She is wearing a long black pencil skirt that goes down to her ankles. The skirt has a slit up one side that goes just up to her thigh. Normally she would safety pin it to make it more conservative. But today it didn’t seem to bother her. She is in four-inch black stiletto heels that buckle around her ankles. And she’s wearing a low cut - gray button up blouse that hugs her breasts in the best way.

Today, her long, beautiful hair is pulled back in a high ponytail and she’s wearing her familiar horn-rimmed glasses.

She approaches Johnny, the only student left in the room. As if being the star quarterback at a major football school weren’t enough, he’s also been gifted with striking good looks. He has dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a strong jawline. His physique is obviously extremely muscular.

Taking a break from practice, for tutoring, he’s still in his athletic shorts, cleats, practice t-shirt and letter jacket.

Miss Jensen begins speaking, hiding any nervousness she might have about what may happen if he fails her class…

“As you know, I’ve been having you tutor after school recently because I’m concerned about your grades.” She looks down at the quarterback sincerely before continuing.

“The problem is, you seem to be having difficulty following along and you need to pass the next test in order to pass my class.”

She pauses a moment, fighting back her emotions, “And there is a lot of pressure on both of us to make sure you do (pass)”

She leans down to get eye level with Johnny, in sincerity, unaware that she is also giving the young man a bird’s-eye view down her shirt.

“I know you are fully capable of it. You just seem to lack focus. All I’m asking for is just a little of your undivided attention. Can you do that? Can focus on me just for a while?” She stands back up innocently.

Johnny’s eyes slowly move up and down her body, taking in every curve and contour.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“I hope you mean that. I desperately need you to succeed in my class.” She says breathily.

“I’d love for you to suck seed in this class too, Miss Jensen” He thinks to himself with a sly grin. Impressed with his play on words.

She sits down on the corner of her desk and proceeds to review the lesson.

She’s at the perfect height and angle for Johnny to see straight up her skirt. His eyes focus in on the fine white line made by her lace panties. It’s almost impossible for him to hide his nervousness as he tries desperately to keep eye contact with her while stealing glances up her skirt.

“You seem flustered. Is something wrong?

His eyes quickly re-focus on hers.

“Uh… everything’s fine. Please continue.” He answers nervously, hoping she didn’t catch him staring up her skirt.

“Hmmm….” She says suspiciously. “I’ll go ahead and start over,” She starts reading through the chapter again. Her exasperation is clearly visible. “Please pay attention.”

As soon as she picks up the book and begins reading, he gives up all effort to focus on anything but trying to get a better view up her skirt. His mind quickly begins to wander as he fantasizes about her in incredibly vulgar detail.

Just as his filthy fantasies are getting good, he’s snapped back into reality!

“Hey!“ She shouts in frustration, “This is exactly what I’ve been talking about. It’s as if you are daydreaming or something!”

“Sorry Ma’am, I was just uh…. I was….” He stumbles to find anything to say.

She can feel herself growing more and more frustrated and angry.

“Exactly! Your mind was somewhere else again.” She clenches her jaw in an effort to remain calm and takes a deep breath.

“I don’t know if you’re concentrating on the big game or what, so I should remind you… If you don’t pass this class, you can’t play!”

“I’m sorry Ma’am, I understand.”

“Enough reading for now. I’ll go through some examples on the board.”

After seeing her so angry, he forces himself to focus on the task at hand for a bit. So, for the next twenty minutes or so, he forces himself to focus.