You had to ask your mother to repeat herself.
"Yes, Samantha Moor. From your class. I bumped into her mother yesterday and she was worried about her grades. Offered for you to tutor her. She's pay you. Didn't you say you wouldn't mind tutoring other kids?"
Your mother clearly didn't understand the immense trouble she had landed you in. Samantha was the hottest girl in school. Heck, you've even used her as fap fuel? How were you supposed to endure being in the same room with her, in close proximity, without creaming yourself spontaneously?
"Mom, can't we..."
"I already told her yes. It'll be easy! Your grades are the best in school!"
You continued the debate, but as usual it was futile and you were driven to the Moor's the next day at the appointed time.
Mrs. Moor was just as gorgeous as her daughter, and you could do little but blush and murmur. She hollered for Samantha, who stomped downstairs.
"I told you I would be fine without a tutor-"
She noticed you then. "Oh, you're... uh... from my class."
"Yeah." Ouch. She didn't even remember your name, and you had been classmates for two years.
Even at home and less dolled up, you didn't know where to rest your eyes. Her blue eyes were too mesmerizing, her face was perfect, and her body was outrageously curvy. Samantha was taller than you, which made her huge rack very difficult to ignore, especially in the white tank top she wore that was thin enough to clearly show the black bra she wore underneath.
"Be nice. Now go up to your room and don't emerge until the class is over. You know we'll send you to that boarding school if your grades don't improve."
"Fine..."
Her room? Wouldn't it make more sense to study in a common area?
You followed Samantha to her room in a daze. It was messy. You found a clear spot at her desk and took out your books.
"Sigh. Let's get this over with."
"Yeah..."
You started with a quick quiz to get a gauge on her abilities. As she was doing it, you couldn't help look down her cleavage. How could a girl have such a pair! Being in such close proximity, you could also smell her fragrance.
The quiz clearly showed she was very behind on her studies. You flipped to a chapter she got all the questions wrong for, and started pointing out her mistakes and how to correct them.
"Can't we take a break? This is all too much for my brain," she said and laid down on the floor barely ten minutes in.
"Come on, you're not going to pass at this rate."
"But it's so boring! I already have so many followers. I'll just be an influencer when I graduate."
"That's..." A fact you knew as well, since you're one of those followers.
"It's not like you care if I pass my exams. My mom will pay you anyway."
"But I have my reputation as a tutor to protect. Can't you take this seriously?"
"Take this seriously, says the person staring at my tits the entire time and getting a hard on from his student."
Shit, she noticed?
"Relax. I know it can't be helped, since I'm SO sexy. Why don't we have a trade? I'll... give you a handie, and you pretend we studied for the whole session." She gave you a knee-melting wink.
"Uhh..."
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