M103

Mitchell Hall Room 103 was a typical small classroom. It held nine tables. Each table was about 3 foot by 6 foot. Normally they were lined up to face the desk at the front of the room. Each had two or three chairs for students to sit in. The chairs were now stacked up in the corner. All of the tables were lined up along the walls of the classroom. As usual the tables had bags of chips and other snacks on them. Although those bags were larger than the single serving bags most students brought to class. Instead of the cans of soda and bottles of water that normally sat on the table, there were cans of beer and bottles of wine coolers. While there were a couple backpacks you doubted that they were filled with books. Cindy sat behind the teacher’s desk. She leaned back in her chair. Her feet were propped up on top of the desk. She held a half full glass of beer in her right hand.

“Help yershelf.” Cindy started. Beer sloshed from her glass as used it to indicate the drinks and snacks on tables. If the noticeable slur weren’t enough to confirm she was drunk, the glazed over eyes were. You couldn’t help notice how she struggled to move the cup to her left hand to lick the spilled beer from the fingers of her right hand.

You didn’t hesitate to grab a can of beer. You handed a second can to Linda before you grabbed a handful of chips. You pounded the beer and grabbed a second before you joined the girls at the desk. Linda grabbed the can from you and handed you her empty can. You opened your mouth to protest. You closed it when both girls giggled. You made it a point to grab three beers this time. Sure enough, by the time you get back both women were dry. Handing them each a can, you popped the top the top on your own beer. Despite her state of inebriation, Cindy didn’t spill a drop as she poured it into her cup.

“What’s going on?” a voice called from the doorway. All three of you looked over. At five and a half feet, she was of average height. Her figure, you could make of it under the bulky brown sweater and floor-length tweed skirt, was rather average. Bright red hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Her features were covered with freckles and considered to be rather plain, but you recognized them instantly. It was Gillian Gerkins. If it weren’t for her, you would never have passed calculus. Her skill at MS Word and spreadsheets had helped in you in the rest of your classes. “I thought we were supposed to meet tonight.”

“It’sh time to do shometing a little more…interactive.” Cindy answered. There was a blank look on Gillian’s face as she approached the desk. “Shome lab work to demonshrate what you’ve learned during your leshonz. Now drink up.” Cindy held out her beer. Gillian’s nose crinkled in distain. She set the bundle in her arms down and went to the table.

“What lessons?” you asked.

“Yer fallin’ behind.” Cindy called to Gillian, “The education assistance center assigned Bill a.k.a the octopus to tutor me. I made a deal with Gillian. If she helped me to pass my classes, I would teach her about men.” Gillian returned with a couple wine coolers. Cindy waited until the tutor had finished one cooler and started the second before speaking.

“Did you forget what I told you about how to dress?” Cindy asked Gillian. The redheaded tutor opened her mouth to protest. “I understand wearing a heavy sweater while is necessary to avoid distracting your pupil, but it is not needed now.” Gillian chewed her lip. Grabbing the bottom of her sweater, she lifted it over her head. The tee she had rose to reveal a flat stomach before sliding back down. It clung to her breasts. Although they looked bigger than Linda’s, they were still in essence a B-cup.

“See,” Cindy continued when Gillian had tossed her sweater aside, “I told you that even when you’re small like Linda, guys like to look at a girl’s tits. Isn’t that right Pat?” Your head whirled at the sound of your name. You felt your cheeks redden as you realized you had been staring at the middle of Gillian’s chest. Neither the amused snort Linda let out nor the way Gillian giggled helped you get over your embarrassment.

“Of course,” you agreed after a moment, “But we like to do more than just look.” To emphasize the point, you reached out towards Cindy’s chest.

“Not so fast big boy.” Linda interrupted. She grabbed you by the back of the t-shirt and pulled you away from the cheerleader. It wasn’t as if you would have been able to reach Cindy, but Linda wasn’t about to let you **** her…at least without making you work for it.

“Besides, its tutor time,” Cindy added, “Tonight’s lesson is a hands-on continuation of last week’s lecture. Do you remember what that lesson was?” Gillian nodded. Cindy waited for the tutor to continue. Gillian took another drink from her wine cooler before opening her mouth to speak.