Open up a little

I decide to see if I can find out why Erica is acting so weird all of a sudden - "Erica, darling. Maybe it's just me, but... is everything ok? You seem a little bit quiet. I told you it was no big deal to drop you off."

"No, I know. Thank you, Mr. Archer."

"You don't have to thank me, Erica, that's not what I was looking for. I just mean, you seem... distant is all. Like your mind isn't really here..."

"Do I? I don't... know. Maybe."

"Maybe?"

Erica just shrugs next to me, turning her head to the window.

"I can tell something's going on. You know can trust me, right? Whatever we talk about will ALWAYS stay between us, I promise." - I reassure her.

Turning to me, she now has a sad expression on her face. - "It's just... you know.. all of this is making me... I mean... ah, never mind, Mr. Archer, it's nothing."

"It's obviously not nothing. You can talk to me, you know? We still have, what? Half an hour to your place? So... if you feel like talking, I'm here, ok? I'm not gonna push you, I just want you to know." - I continue, rubbing my hand softly on her thigh. She's so beautiful, it's almost a crime to see her so troubled. And for the next 10 minutes, Erica just stares outside, gazing at a nonexistent horizon. I stay true to my word and give Erica some space, just focusing on getting her home. About 15 minutes before we reached her neighborhood, she finally spoke up.

"It's just..." - Then silence again.

"Well?"

"It's just... today... at the library..."

"Did something happen?"

"Yeah. Well, no... kind of." - She corrects herself. - "I just... I was studying math for like 5 hours... and I realized... I'm just not gonna learn it in time for the finals."

"Well, isn't that why you're joining the Olympics?"

"Yeah... but then I also realized... I'm not gonna win that either..."

"C'mon, don't be like that, you can n..."

"I won't, Mr. Archer. I know it. You know it. I'm just not... as good as the other girls. I have NO chance..."

"Didn't you and Alice just win on Friday?"

"Yeah... 'cuz of Alice, not me. She even did my part..." - She tells me, staring at her feet.

"But you have to realize that's normal, Erica. You had never done anything like that, had you? It's always confusing at first, but you're getting so much better, already." - I kind of lie. I knew Erica was pretty much the least "sexual" of all the girls.

"You think so, Mr. Archer?"

"Of course, this Friday really showed. Alice might have helped you, sure. But in the end, you did it." - I lie again, trying to cheer her up.

"Hmm... maybe. I don't know..."

"Is that why you're upset? Because you think you can't beat them?" - I ask, caressing leg again. But Erica just shrugs. - "We still have quite a few days before the exam... plenty of time to get better. Plus there's also a retake in August, right?"

"Yea... I guess..."

"You don't seem too convinced."

"It's just... I'm... I know me. I'm too shy for these things... specially in front of the other girls..."

"Well, everyone's a bit shy at first. Some more, some less, but.."

"No, Mr. Archer! It's just not gonna work for me. I'm gonna lose the Olympics and fail math, then be grounded forever and never get into college..." - And there it was. She was scared shitless of her folks and not getting into college. We were almost reaching her street now and I had to ask for directions.

"Around here?" - I ask, looking at her.

"Yea, turn left here. The third house on the right. The red one." - The street's empty and I slowly approach her house. I find a place about 50 feet from it.

"Look, Erica, I understand. It's a tough spot you're in. You're not getting along with math and you're struggling in the Olympics, too... but, I'm not sure what I can do to help you. I'm already throwing the Olympics which is a 1 in 4 shot of passing math..." - I tell her, releasing my seat belt.

"No, I know, I know... I just... I just wish...."

"You wish..."

"I just wish there was a way I could pass, too. I know I won't, not like this..."

I feel kind of sorry for her, to be honest. She was hardworking and all, it's just math was a huge obstacle. And, truth be told, I also doubted she could ever win the Olympics. - "Look, if you're looking for private lessons... you know I can't give you those. It's against school policy to tutor students privately. I could get fired." - I point out, ironically "forgetting" that fucking students in my office could have the same effects...

"No, I know... plus I suck too much at math... I just thought..." - And for the first time in a while, she stares at me with those blue diamonds of hers. - "I just thought... maybe I could get some points... individually?" - She finally spits out.

"But the other girls aren't here... isn't that a bit unfair to them?" - I say, kindly rubbing her cheek.

"Yeah, in terms of the Olympics... but..." - She pauses. - "What if it wasn't for the Olympics?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there's the Olympics and, whoever wins it, gets to pass math. I know that. But, like... maybe there could be something individual, too? Like... I don't know... maybe I don't have to pass but... get some extra points?" - She stutters, blushing.

I begin to see where she's heading with that talk. And I like it.

"Oh... I see. Kind of like... a small nudge instead of a full pass."

"Yeah! And whoever wants to get extra points... they can..." - She adds, breathing heavily.

"That's something I hadn't considered at all." - I say, grinning at all the possibilities. - "But... what does "something individual" mean?"

Even more red now, Erica slides her hand up my thigh. Until that point it had been frozen in place, like a statue's. - "I... don't know, Mr. Archer. I didn't... think that far ahead..." - She answers, in what seems like a lie.

"You didn't? Are you sure?" - I push, staring right into her scared eyes.

"No, I... don't... you can choose, Mr. Archer... I... I can help with anything..."

'Anything', huh? Now my interest is definitely peaked.

"I don't know, Erica... I've got a pretty busy weekend correcting these. And my hip is killing 'cuz I slipped earlier... when would these individual meetings even happen? I'd have to make room for all four of you in my schedule... for fairness, that is. It seems a bit too messy t..."

"Please, Mr. Archer?" - She interrupts me, taking her hand all the way to my crotch and squeezing my dick up over my shorts. - "I really, REALLY need to pass..." - Feeling my dick react, she presses even harder, both physically and verbally. - "I can help you with anything. The tests, your hip, I'm really organized. And I'm a great cook, too..." - She adds, really pleading.

"You wanna cook for me, Erica? Is that what this is? 'Cuz I must say... I can cook pretty well on my own... not sure cooking is worth points in the finals..."

"No, I... you can choose, Mr. Archer. Anything... I just meant I can cook as well..." - She mumbles, sliding her hand into my shorts and pulling my dick out. I noticed a car approaching her house. A man and a woman get out.

"I think your parents are home. Didn't you want to be home before them?" - I question, relieved they drove from the other side of town and didn't have a chance to witness their daughter with my cock in her hand. Erica peeks out of the window discretely.

"Yeah, that's the. But I need to pass math more than being home by 3." - She blatantly puts, lowering her head towards my crotch again.

Smiling, I remark. - "So, it seems you're really done playing, huh?"

"Playing?"

"Yes, playing. The good girl. The good student. The good daughter."

"No, I... I... am, I... I just realized I couldn't... and if I can't win the usual way..."

"You might as well blow your teacher in his car while your parents are a few feet away?" - I finish her sentence.

"No, I... I just wanted to... I just need to..."

"Pass?"

"Yeah, I mean... I'm just not... it's the only... I'm not... I really, really need to pass math, Mr. Archer. Please don't think I'm a slut..." - She tries to justifies herself, tearing up.

Lovingly caressing her head, I do my best to calm her down. - "Shh, shh... I don't, Erica, you don't have to worry. I'd never think that of you. You just sound like a really smart girl who knows what she wants and what she needs to do to get it."

Erica just stares at me now, half-crying. - "But let's be realistic. We can't do anything right now. It's still bright out, we're in a family neighborhood... we need to think this through to say the least, ok?" - I peck her in the forehead.

"No, but I.. but..." - She quickly interjects without thinking.

"Erica, darling. I know you're eager to get points, I get it, trust me. But your parents are home. They're gonna realize you're not any second. You said it yourself. We just don't have time now, ok? We can find..." - While I talk, Erica sits back up and reaches for her backpack. She takes out her phone and starts fiddling. I just watch as she raises it to her ear.

"Mom? Hey, yeah, it's me. Listen, I'm still at school... yeah, still. Math is really screwing me... I know, I tried! I tried, ok?! No, mom... egh.... yeah, I did. Yeah, listen... mom? Mom!? Listen! I ran into Sarah at the library and she offered to help me tonight. Yeah, she invited me over to study at her place, is that ok? What? Clothes? Yea, of course, she can lend me pj's mom... yes... she talked to her mom, too. She said it's fine. Yes, mom, she told me she understands binomials and I really need to learn it. Please? Please, mom? C'mon... I know it's exam week, but it's for school! I promise. Yes, I'll text you. So can I go? Really?! Oh, wow, I love you mom! Ok, see you later. Bye!" - That sly girl had just lied to her mom and bought herself a weekend with me. Now I wasn't gonna complain... but I had to push her buttons a little more.

"So I'm Sarah's mom, huh? Didn't know I had kids... or that I was a girl for that matter."

"Hahah, Mr. Archer, no, I... I just bought me some time."

"You sure did... a weekend even, you little liar. Now what's Sarah gonna say about this?" - I ask, now pushing her head to rest on my lap. - "Huh?"

Looking up at me, she opens an amazing smile and replies proudly. - "Nothing! We're best friends, she'll cover for me if I ask her, I'm sure."

"Oh, you better be, 'cuz now you're stuck with me, but... I don't remember ever inviting you over..." - Erica's goes from pride to shock in a millisecond.

"But... but I thought... we... the time..."

"Yeah, we had no time. Now we do, sorta. But I have a busy weekend..."

"No, Mr. Archer, please?! I just lied to my mom, I never do that! Please? I'll be good, I promise! I can help with anything! I'll be your secretary! Please?! Pleeeease?" - She continues to beg me, kneeling on the passenger seat.

"You know what? Alright." - I tell her, reaching for the back of her head. - "But let me ask you something first. Did you really run out of bus money?" - I ask, inches from her face. She can just look at me, scared. - "Well? I asked you a question. I thought you said you'd be my secretary. If someone asks their secretary something, they answer. Now, did you run out of money?" - Erica tries to look down, but I prevented her with my hand. - "Go on, we don't have all day."

"N... no, I didn't. I'm... sorry, Mr. Archer, I'm sorry... I... I just needed to talk to you and I didn't know how... then I saw you in school and I... I improvised..."

"Improvised, huh? Well, you fooled me, I'll give you that."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Archer, I didn't mean to lie to you, I just..."

"And your mom, too." - I add.

"You or her, I just..."

"Did what needed doing, right?"

"Yeah, I..." - And before she can finish, I **** her head down on my crotch.

"Well, now we're here. And from now on, you're gonna be a good secretary and do what 'I' need doing. Is that clear? No more stunts and no more lying." - With her nose buried in my pubes, she mumbles an 'ok'. - "Good, then you might end up earning some points after all." - I tell her, raising her head at the same time I raise her spirit. But I didn't want to give her any wrong impressions of what she had just gotten herself into. - "And what I need right now is to relax in this traffic that we're about to hit because of you, missy." - I knew we'd be stuck for a while, so I push her head down again. Understanding, she just opens her sexy mouth to take me in. - "That's a good girl." - I compliment her, sliding my hand over her ass for a grope. With an evil grin, I also inform her. - "Oh, and one last thing. There won't be any pajamas for you at..."