Tutoring for the second time.

Vi lifts her neck off the couch armrest with an incredulous look, I can't tell if it's disgust or surprise. "What the fuck do you mean?"
"I think I have a chance." I shrug with a confident swagger.
Her mouth is still open in shock. "No, Don't fuck with me boy."
I laugh and put my hands up innocently, "I'm serious, she was checking me out and was 100% flirting with me."
She holds up her left hand and points at the ring finger, "She's fucking married you dumbass. This fetish shit has gone to your head, you need an ego check."
I laugh and hold a hand to my heart in fake anguish, "I'm hurt! You don't think I have the game to pull a sexually unsatisfied teacher?"
Vi's eye roll could cause a magnitude earthquake.
"You're not going to fuck a teacher you ego maniac. Not even any teacher, literally the hottest one and also the bitchiest one!"
I grin and tease her, "So much for women supporting women."
She glares at me darkly as she lifts her foot and brings it crashing down into my thigh. I grunt in a bit of pain, Vi hitting me a little harder than I think she wanted.
She turns her attention back to her phone, "Life isn't a porn Erik, how about you get your grades up instead of fantasiszing about fucking the MARRIED teacher."
I leap off the couch in my dorm room and collect my bag with my books, notepad, and laptop. "Ye of little faith."
She tosses a pillow across the room as I leave my dorm room for my tutoring session.

Mrs. Revers opens the door and a slightly below average height man comes out of the room, I smile at him as he meets me gaze but he doesn't return the silent greeting, he steps out of the way and walks down the hallway. I turn to watch him as he walks away, that is probably the most average looking person I've ever seen in my life, not fat, not fit, not skinny. Not attractive, not ugly. Just, the most aggresively 6/10 man.

"Close the door behind you, Mr.Doe."
I follow her instructions and sit across from her as I begin to pull out my laptop and notebooks, "Here I thought I was the only lucky one to get privagte tutoring, Mr's Revers."
She looks up, a shadowy look across her face, "That wasn't a student, that was Mike, my husband."
"Oh."

She stretches her arms above her head, pulling her blouse and her knitted light brown cardigan up. She fixes me with inquisitive eyes, "Ready to get started, Mr. Doe?"
I nod, "I am. And, please call me Erik, hearing my last name gives me the shivers."
She smirks as she opens up her own textbook, "Very well... Erik."

45 minutes go by, the work is gruelling, it is rough and just the same as last time, I can't keep my eyes off this mature, curvaceous woman. But, I get through it, part of me regrets taking this class, but the other, harder part of me think the pay off will be worth it.

"Erik. You're not really improving."
Her words sting, but even with class attendance, practice and assignments, I'm starting to really struggle in her class. "Fuck, Yeah I know, this is harder than I expected."
"Language."
"Shit. Ah Fu- Sorry."
She chuckles and leans an elbow on the table, "What should I do with you?"
I look up, "Sorry?"
"What should I do with you?" She repeats flatly.
"What kind of learning do you benefit from? Visual? Audio? Practice...? Punishment? Reward?"
Her voice changed, her eyes narrow slightly as she stares right into my soul.
"I think it's more of a me issue, Miss..."
"Mrs." She quickly corrects me.
"Of course." I nod in response.

"Mr. Doe. Erik." She states. "I am going to present you with an offer. It frustrates me when I get stupid students in my classes, but even more so when I receive students who so clearly know what they're doing but for some reason or another, remain distracted, or unwilling to apply themselves in my class."
I look up, trying to hide any eagerness on my face. My emotions could very easily be misplaced, but I can't help but get excited over the possibilities running through my head.
"My offer is this. I sense that you are a student, a person who thrives on positive reinforcement and reward. I would wager that your family and romantic partners have often offered you something in return for something that doesn't benefit you."
Huh? What am I? A disobedient puppy? She's not really that close, she makes me sound like I'm some sort of an asshole, but I think it'll be safe to play along with her hypoethical, so I nod.
"I will allow you to request a favour from me, or a gift, or something along those lines, if you perform well in my assignments and tests. To give you more opportunities, I will give you quizzes as part of our tutoring sessions."
My cock twitches in the confines of my pants, this is it, this is the moment, I can easily do well, Oh my god I'm going to fuck my teacher.
Mrs. Revers can see the glee on my face, and she holds up a finger, grinding my fantasies to a halt with her next words, "Please don't misunderstand, Mr. Doe, I am not a floozy, and I understand what goes through the head of young men like you."
Fuck.
"When I say do well, I mean well. I expect you to be scoring 95% and above. That is the only way you meet my conditions."
She leans forward, her eyes dark. I swear the shade of green in her pupils darkens as her voice becomes almost threatening. "Do well to understand Mr. Doe. If you disrespect me or treat me like one of your college girls, I will end this arrangement and our tutoring sessions. You will also keep this to yourself. If I hear even a rumour about this, even if unfounded, I will, again, end this arrangement. Are we understood?"
I nod dumbly, the fantasies in overdrive in my brain, I can do this, I need to take it slow, I need to be interested, but my first reward can't be 'Mrs. Revers please put your plump married lipsa round my cock!' I need to work my way up to it.

I extend my hand, I supress my boysih grin, my eyes shining with lust and excitement, "That sounds perfect Mrs. Revers, I won't disappoint you."
She grasps my hand in hers, a skeptical expression on her face.