Tutoring: Starting point.

My leg bounces as I shove the chicken wrap into my mouth. I stare blankly at my laptop screen as some YouTube video plays through my earphones. The sun blares through the window as other students sit in almost the exact same way as me in the local chicken and chips shop. My eyes snap to the open university email tab as a small red dot flashes.

I switch tabs and open the new email sent from Mrs. Revers' address:

"Hi Erik,

Apologies for the late notice. I would like to spend some time establishing what areas you need support in. Are you available to come to my office in the next half an hour?

Regards,
Amelia Revers."

I type out a quick reply, finish the rest of the wrap, and start my walk through campus towards her office. The sun turns my exposed skin warm—a particularly warm day. I'm wearing a casual black singlet, my defined arms proudly on display, and a simple pair of jeans. I'm curious about what the vibe with Mrs. Revers will be. I’m sure she was checking me out at the beach that day—the way her eyes flowed over my body—and she wasn’t particularly shy. She must’ve known that I was checking her out.

I stand outside her office, the small placard reading: Amelia Revers: Head of Finance and Accounting.

"Yes, come in!"

I open the door and step inside, closing it behind me. Mrs. Revers looks up from her laptop and over the frame of her glasses. Her demeanor, her look—all professional. But I catch her eyes glancing down at my arms for a split second, lingering before snapping back up, and a soft smile graces her face.

"Thanks for coming, Erik. Sorry again that it was so last minute, but a meeting of mine got cancelled—one of the participants is ill, so it's been pushed back." She shrugs. "Please sit, take out your books, and we’ll figure out a plan on target areas to focus."

As I put my bag down and sit across from her at her desk, I sneak glances at her impressive figure. Her large tits held tight and close to her chest by a tight-knit sweater. Her sleeves are rolled up and the air con is blasting—I sense that she did not check the weather forecast for today. She's paired it with a simple pair of black pants and some black boots that disappear past the bottom of her pant legs.

Mrs. Revers is undeniably a good teacher. I find myself getting distracted over the next half hour as she explains concepts simply and with ease. She points out ways to improve my notes and we speed through the semester materials so far. I can’t resist looking at her body during small lulls in our conversations—the moments she licks her finger to turn the page on my textbook to point out important formulas. The way her breasts press against her desk when she leans forward slightly—whether it’s accidental or just a symptom of her anatomy. Her perfume invades my nostrils when she leans over even more, her finger on my notebook, her blazing red hair cascading around her face.

She sucks on the tip of her pen as she reads through her own notes, her eyes focused on the paper in front of her. I close my notebook and take another opportunity to check her out. I bite my lip ever so slightly. She's absentmindedly fidgeting with the pen with her lips—I wonder how good she is with her mouth... her plump lips... those razor-sharp green eyes. I can just imagine her on her knees, right after class, looking deep into my eyes, her back arched, her ass jiggling as her head moves up and down on my thick shaft.

"Mr. Doe?"

I wake up from my daydream and focus back on Mrs. Revers' face—yeah, she definitely saw me openly ogling her. But there’s a glimmer in her eyes. One I recognize. The glimmer that burns in Vi's eyes...