Tutoring

As the door to the airstream opened, Bree felt a shiver up her spine. Logan had removed his flannel overshirt exposing two sturdy arms. He flashed a polite smile and invited her inside.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go in the house for this?”

“It’s all good. I have a space we can work over here.” Logan’s voice strained a bit as Bree sat down at the little table in his trailer. Bree was wearing leggings very similar to the ones he was ogling in gym class today and, once she settled in, she removed her thin hoodie to expose a tight fitting t-shirt. She was not helping his condition.

Bree pulled out some notes and the two of them got started on Logan’s calculus homework. Bree walked him through some of the tougher equations, helping make sense of the confusing language that Mrs. Harper employed. Logan hoped that math would help take his mind off of his frustration, but when Bree would lean over the table to check his work he got a whiff of her perfume and a view of her cleavage. Bree could feel his eyes on her as she looked over his paper, it made her feel like she was on fire. They had been at it for around forty-five minutes before Bree shifted the conversation.

“So your parents really let you live out here?” She asked, looking around the slightly messy airstream.

“For the most part. I mean I go inside to eat and use the bathroom and everything, but this is like my space. Just like a different bedroom.”

“It’s nice. More privacy too, I bet. No shared walls or anything.”

“Yeah, it has its perks. Easier to sneak in and out of the driveway than the house.”

At this Bree lets out a giggle, which takes Logan a bit by surprise. He lets out a laugh of his own as he and Bree start to relax out of math talk.

“I’ll bet Gia doesn’t mind it either.”

Logan blanches at the sound of Gia’s name. His heart was pumping heavy and the thought of his girlfriend brought on a small wave of guilt. Bree notices his hesitation and silently chastises herself for bringing her up, then again for chastising herself at all. She’s in a committed relationship. She shouldn’t be looking to score with Logan, let alone get upset with herself for back stepping.

She anxiously begins to tug at the bottom of her shirt, unconsciously lowering the already plunging neckline. In his state, Logan can't help but steal a glance at her cleavage again. The silence is deafening as Logan and Bree’s faces glow bright red. Logan finally clears his throat.

“Yeah it’s good to have somewhere separate for me. Extra secure…”

Bree hasn’t felt this **** in a long while. She wants so bad to push further. Ask him if he fuck Gia on that bed behind him. If he manhandles her like he did in the car today. If he would put his hand around her throat just once so she could see how it feels. **** times call for **** measures.

“Especially if she’s as loud as she was in her car today.”

Logan’s face goes white. He knew he had seen a car.

“No wonder you were in such a hurry.”

Logan tries to chuckle, but his mouth has gone dry. He clears his throat.

“I knew I saw someone. That was you in that truck?”

“Yeah,” Bree lies, trying not to mention Trey’s name, “I was going off-campus for lunch. You guys might want to take the car somewhere else for that. I could see it kind of shaking in the parking lot.” Bree giggles as she sees Logan’s face get red, a bashful smile sneaking onto his lips.

“How much did you see?”

“Enough to know what you guys were doing,” Bree relaxes her shoulders, a newfound confidence overtaking her as she watches Logan’s reactions, “if I’m being honest, it was kind of hot.”

Logan looks up, surprised at Bree’s comment. He sees her shoulders slack and her gaze locked on his. He’s suddenly unsure where this conversation is going. He stands from the small table.

“Well, thanks for the help, I think I understand a lot more than I did before.”

Bree stands with him, her eyes welling with singular focus. She knows she has him on the ropes.

“Do you guys do that often? Be so rough with each other? I saw your hand on her throat, does she like when you **** her?”

Logan is lost for words as Bree steps almost imperceptibly closer, slowly closing the gap between them as she interrogates him.

“Do you like being in control? Does it turn you on?” Bree glances down and Logan instantly realizes standing up was the wrong move. His hard cock strains against the front of his pants, Bree’s body inching ever closer is not helping. A grin appears on Bree’s face as she moves ever closer, but Logan doesn’t back away.

“Bree I think you should go.”

“So make me. I bet you could. I bet you could make me do whatever you wanted.”

Bree is finally close enough. She places a hand on Logan’s chest before Logan grabs it and pulls it down, lifting his own hand and pressing it against her clavicle, stopping her advance.

Bree stares at him, her lust no longer disguised as Logan’s touch sears into her bare skin. She grabs Logan’s wrist and pushes it up to the skin of her neck, and finally presses herself against him, closing the gap between them.

Logan’s heart beats out of his chest. Girlfriend or no, he’s always been one of the pairs of eyes that follow Bree’s body down the halls. The same body that’s now pressed against him.

Bree moves a hand down to Logan’s pants, slowly she presses her palm against his bulge.

“You could make me do anything. Couldn’t you?” She breathes, her lips now inches from his.