I looked down at my phone one last time, making sure I had arrived at the correct dorm. I could feel my heart starting to race faster, and had that heavy feeling in my stomach. Was I nervous? Yes. Why wouldn't I be? This session would determine if I could make easy money or not for the rest of my college years. But that wasn't the only reason. Was this student hot? Hell yes. She, whom I simply referred to as "Abby", was in a few of the same courses as me and had a tendency of making myself feel embarrassed. Sometimes, I would look around and find her already looking at me, causing eye contact for the briefest second, and I would look away pretending as if nothing happened. It's how I dealt with myself. But this wasn't just a one or two-time thing; it happened almost every other day. But I never gathered up the nerve to go up and talk to her for fear of making a fool of myself. At least now I had a reason and wouldn't feel to bad about myself.
But her being hot wasn't the only factor of my discomfort. I was physically attracted to her. You know what I mean? Her being hot is more like "I'd do her". Me being attracted to her was more "I want to stick my penis in her lady parts and make a large deposit in her vault".
Regardless, I would have to contain myself. This was a strictly "professional" encounter. Her the student, I the tutor.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and proceeded to knock on the door of her dorm room. On the other side, I heard the squeak of a bed as someone slid off, and the soft "thuds" echoing throughout the old building as the person approached the door. There was a satisfying "clack" as the door opened up to reveal an Abby dressed in gray sweatpants and a worn, pink shirt that was a few sizes too large for her. I eyed her for a few moments and the room behind her before I proceeded to introduce myself. Her grin evolved into a full smile as she invited me in.
It was obvious that she roomed with someone, but it appeared that Abby's roommate was absent. It was a Friday night, after all. She directed me over to her study desk, on top of which were several sheets of paper with a large volume of typing on top of them. I took a seat on the rolling office chair, and she dragged a wooden stool for herself next to me.
"So what are we going to do tonight?" I asked as I leaned over the stack of papers and began to skim through them.
"Well, I was hoping that we could look through them together and you would be able to help me turn it into a better paper."
I glanced back up at her and studied her face. She seemed like she really needed my help. As I looked back down at my paper, my eyes caught a glance at the rest of her. Somehow, one end of her shirt collar had managed to slip over one of her shoulders, exposing the strap of the black bra which had been concealed a few moments ago. I found myself getting another quick glance before looking back down at her paper. A quick rub of my temples and I was focused on the task at hand again.
"I can definitely do that. Pull yourself closer."
The sound of wood grinding against concrete filled the air as she scooted near me. I found her hand placed conveniently on top of my knee, but I shrugged it off. "It's just a friendly gesture." I assumed.
First, we're going to do some chopping and rearranging. We can polish it later."
I produced a pen from my shirt pocket and pulled off the cap with my teeth, something of habit, and began to go through her work. Some parts were marked out, others were moved around by circles, lines, and arrows. As we continued page by page, I could feel her hand slide across my knee and slowly work its way up my inner thigh. My heart started to race as I was both uncomfortable, venturing new waters, and slightly aroused. Thankfully, we had finished the large revisions, and it was time for me to go on my way. The body was willing to let things continue, but the mind was far too shy.
Gently, I grabbed her hand and moved it off of me before turning the chair around the face her.
"I hope you learned a thing or two tonight. We'll make the finishing touches next time." I said, reaching towards the ceiling with my hands to stretch myself out.
"How about tomorrow night?" Abby asked, smiling as she looked me over.
"Ummm, tomorrow night works for me."
I looked down at my watch; partially to check the time, mainly to avoid contact with those eyes that seemed to look into me.
"I should get going. I'll see you tomorrow night. Same time."
"Wait, I still haven't paid you yet."
"Oh, yeah. I take cash or check."
"How about I pay you in another way?"
A coy smile crept across her face as she moved herself on top of me. One hand was placed against my chest, pushing me into the chair's back. Her other hand pressed itself between my legs, gripping at my male member which was growing under her touch. I closed my eyes to try and make sense of what was happening. "Am I being molested?" Within moments, I felt something warm pressing against my lips. I opened my eyes to see her face right in front of mine. My body relaxed as it began to figure out what was happened.
After a few more kisses, she pulled herself back to lick her lips. However, as she continued to grope me through my pants, her coy smile morphed into an expression of shock and pleasure as she found she had captured something much larger than what she had expected. The hand which was on my chest moved its way down my stomach and onto the button of my pants, working in unison with its pair to unfasten it. Her head moved down to closer examine her current task and the prize that awaited at the other side.
Suddenly, the door to her dorm burst open, and Abby immediately stood up, acting as if nothing was happening. I looked over to identify the intruder; it was another freshman girl who seemed to be Abby's roommate. She was obviously drunk, as could be seen from the pointless laughter and the slouched posture. A quick look at Abby's face confirmed my suspicions.
"I'm so sorry." Abby began, taking my hand to help me out of the chair and let me to the door. "I didn't expect her to be back this early."
"Not a problem. Just be sure to make up for it tomorrow. I don't give out freebies." I gave her a wink and kissed her on the cheek before seeing myself out. Abby smiled back at me and closed the door. Within seconds I could hear two females screaming at each other. I could do nothing other than make my stiff cock more comfortable before walking back towards my room.