The cost of tutoring

When you return to the office with two mugs of tea, Brianna is playing with one of the statuettes of Tlachtga. On seeing you arrive with the teas; she puts it down. Has she turned it on? Well, you can’t really look now. And she’s switched on her smile which just adds to the distraction of her being there. Your penis stirs at the vision. It’s been nagging at you ever since you saw her on the porch. Alright, you’ve fucked two of your students already. You can’t make a habit of it with a third.

“Are you interested in that?” you ask.

“It looks interesting. What is it?”

“It’s a Celtic fertility statuette.”

“Oh,” her face reddens at the thought. “I was just interested in the curves. I don’t know whether you know this, sir, but I draw and I’m trying to perfect curves and perspective. I thought something like this statuette might help me. Would I be able to borrow it sometime?”

“We’ll see. First, we were talking about private tuition.”

“Yes, sir. I was thinking maybe, as you’re giving Ellie and Kelly private tuition, you’d consider giving me some as well.”

“As I said I’m not tutoring Ellie and Kelly.” Well, not in history. “I’m helping Ellie tutor Kelly, giving her guidelines and such.”

“Oh. Well, that’s still tutoring. You wouldn’t consider tutoring me, sir? I could do with some extra help. I had to miss a week because of my hand.”

Brianna’s pretty good. You’ve seen her work, and it’s probably the best in the ‘B’ Stream. Wouldn’t go amiss in the ‘A’ Stream. How much help can you actually give her?

And stop looking at her chest. There’s plenty of girls who are bigger than her. Although not as perky. Her nipples are hard. Stop it. Look at her face. Not much better. You’re noticing a couple of cute freckles. Her lips look perfect to kiss. The way she’s looking at you, no, you’re a professional, stay professional.

“If I start giving you out-of-school help, what if other girls ask for the same? I’ll be inundated. I won’t have any time to relax.”

“I can pay.” You raise an eyebrow. You’re leaning in towards her. With the respective hairstyles she’s about the same height as you. Lean a bit closer and your lips will be touching. “My Dad says that I should make use of all my teachers while I can. He upped my allowance in case I needed extra tuition. To pay my tutors. I could pay you.”

“Money.” She nods. Do you want money? No, you want something else. “I don’t want money.”

“What would you want, sir.”

And you can’t resist any longer. Your hand reaches out, pushes aside the thin cotton of her skirt. Her skirt is short. You’ve been catching snatches of the white cotton beneath them. Now your fingers run across it and find her mound. A few strokes and you feel the dampness there.

“I don’t understand, sir.”

“I think you do. Are you a virgin, Brianna?”

“No.”

“Then you know precisely what I want.” Her brown eyes were already wide; they can’t grow any wider. They were already filled with need; they have grown needier.

“I’ll tutor you every Sunday, for an hour. But for that, I demand payment in pussy. I’ll make it simple. One lesson, one fuck. Payment in advance. What do you say?”