Gretchen the Tutor

I was stunned to see an old classmate at my door when I opened it. Gretchen gave a wave and had basically let herself in as soon as I pulled the door open. I was so nervous and had no idea why she was even here in the first place. I honestly thought I was having another dream of where she pounced on me and fucked my brains out. “Hellooo? Anyone home?” She asked waving her hand back and forth in front of my eyes. “This might be the reason why I was called to help with your grades.”

“Help with my grades?” I ask and remember my mom said something about a tutor. I was definitely not ready for my tutor to be Gretchen.

“Nice place that your parents got,” she said wearing a black jacket and matching tank top. She was wearing very tight form fitting jeans that hugged her plump ass. She was about 6 inches shorter but she always carried herself as if she could look down on anyone. “Cmon chop chop! I don’t have all day and your parents are expecting me to get those sad excuses you call grades back into passing territory.” She really had been hired by my parents to help get my GPA up so that I didn’t fail my senior year of high school. Gretchen had graduated the year before and must be making some extra money by being a tutor. I had always had the biggest crush on her but we were in different worlds: I was the video game nerd and she was the popular girl that had everything going for her.

“Oh sorry…let’s go to kitchen counter.” I led her to the kitchen and had her take a seat. “Oh I’ll get my book bag. I’ll be right back,” I said since I wasn’t expecting to be tutored.

“Don’t take too long…my time is very valuable,” she said as she pulled out her phone and began to play on it. I took that point to hurry to my room and make sure I didn’t look too unkept. I checked my breath and my pits to make sure that both smelled decent, which they did and hurried back with my backpack. I sat down across from her as I began to pull out my textbooks of all the classes I was struggling in. She looked me and asked, “Alrighty then…Which is your worst subject?”

I hesitate a bit and say timidly, “…Math…”

She chuckles and says, “ I thought you were supposed to be a nerd and somehow hearing that math is your weakest subject makes me want for revoke your nerd card.”

“I can’t help it,” I say exuberantly and embarrassed. “The equations just become so complicated and I get stuck in the mud.”

“Hmmm…let get back to basics…try to solve this problem,” she said as she wrote down a problem. “This should gauge just how much work we need to do.” She smiled as she slid me the piece of paper with the letters and numbers that could have been another language.

(Cmon…now your time to impress her!) I think to myself as I put the paper in front of myself and begin to work it out with the hopes of getting the right answer.

“…wow…you’re fucking hopeless!” She said with a laugh after I wrecked my brain for 10 minutes straight while leaving a page relatively blank.

“Is it that bad?” I ask hoping she had maybe put down a harder question.

“Dude…that’s freshmen math…I might not be able to even save you,” she said with a concerned look.

“Please help me, Gretchen…I can’t afford to get held back,” I say fighting back tears.

“Relax I didn’t say I’m giving up but maybe I just need to give you something to motivate that peabrain of yours to focus,” she said unzipping her top and squeezing her tits together. I watched in awe as she jiggled them freely which had me realizing that she was most likely braless. “Let’s get some correct answers and maybe you’ll get to see something interesting,” she said with a wink. “That sound like a good deal, buddy boy?”