Private Tutoring

Tuesday afternoon. You head home straight after lunch. You have to prepare for the tutoring. Although there’s not much to do, you obsessively work your way through it. You set up the dining room, clearing away any junk, putting a few textbooks on the table, filling a jug of water, arranging and then turning on all the statuettes. Then you wait.

At exactly 4pm the doorbell rings. It’s Ellie, wearing her school uniform, her white blouse, her short skirt, her tie, her jacket. She’s holding her bag tight to her chest. Her brown eyes are filled with trepidation. They lighten as soon as they see you.

“Ellie come in.”

She enters, looking around the hallway. You close the front door and guide her into the dining room.

“Take a seat,” you tell her. She does. “If you want you can take your blazer off. Do you want some water?”

She nods then removes her blazer, hanging it on the back of the seat. You can’t help but admire the way her blouse bulges in all the right places. The memory of those breasts makes your dick stir. To quell it for a moment you pour a glass of water and pass it to her.

“Thank you.” Her voice is quiet and quivering with emotion. Her eyes are filled with desire. A desire for you to rip off her clothes and start fucking her. A desire built on the memories of last week. Your hand shakes with a similar desire. You’re about to succumb when the doorbell rings again. Ellie jumps at its call.

It’s Kelly, looking as gorgeous and as tempting in her school uniform as Ellie does. “Come in,” you tell her, and she almost leaps into the house. Where Ellie was tentative, Kelly is enthusiastic. Enthusiastic until she sees Ellie sitting stiff and straight backed at the dining table. A flush of panic rushes through Ellie’s face. Confusion clouds Kelly’s green eyes.

“What’s the virgin doing here?”

You raise your finger at Kelly, to tell her such words are not becoming of her. Then you tell her to sit down, indicating the chair opposite Ellie. You take the chair in between. “Do you want some water. You can remove your blazer.”

Kelly makes a big deal of removing her jacket and hanging it on her chair. She pushes out her breasts, making it clear she’s more endowed than Ellie. All the time she watches you with her green eyes, the lust you’d seen when you answered the door now tempered by the presence of Ellie.

“Last week I promised both of you that we’d discuss private tutoring. That’s why you’re here. We’re now going to discuss private tutoring.”