High School Is so Tiring. BEING A 18 year old senior is so hard. It's like the system wants me to fail. I go home, I do my homework, I listen to the teacher most of the time but I still making below average. It was finally 2:30 time to go home. I walk out the school and up the street towards my house. I liked walking home because it calmed my nerves. "Wait up!", I hear from behind me.
It was my only friend Daisha. "SO what's the play today?" She says. "Umm, I can't go out or nothing today. My dad Hired this tutor for me, and I guess he's supposed to be helping me with my homework", I say. " BITCH, you know daum well, you don't need A tutor." "Welp apparently my parents think so and the good thing is that he's not even that much older than me!" "How old is he girll?" Daisha says .
"Hes 20 years old! His Names Michael. Maybe he'll let me slack a little bit!" We were coming up on Daisha' s house. "Girl maybe you'll get some dick!" She responds. "Girl shuddup!" I say. Daisha splits off from me and enters her house, while I keep walking. My house was only two more houses down. At least I had the house to myself all day until my parents get off At 9:00p.m. My parents weren't as Strict as others, even though I didn't made good grades. So they weren't all strict about a guy coming over.
I grab my keys off the side of my backpack and enter my house. It was so cool. I go upstairs to my bedroom and change clothes. Since nobody was gonna be around, I put on a night robe with nothing but panties and a Bra on. I lay around in my bed on my phone, running back and forth from the kitchen getting snacks.
It was about 4:00p.m when I hear a knock at the door. I run down stairs to answer it. "Who is it?" I ask. "Michael." the deep smooth voice comes through. "Michael? The Tutor?" I ask. "YEAH" he chuckles.
It felt like as soon as I opened the door I couldn't stop sweating. I start to analyze him and he's everything a girl could wish for.
He had a low cut with waves. Michael had on a zip up jacket with no shirt on under and some jogging pants. Moving down to his face, it was perfect. Michael had on a zip up jacket with no shirt on under and some jogging pants. He had some beautiful lips and a smile that was so pearly white. Moving down to his Body. He was so muscular. His hands were closed around a binder. " YOU okay?" He asks. "Oh yeah I'm fine!" I stutter. "Come in" I say smiling hard. He walks in. We hadn't stopped making eye contact since he'd walked in.
I guide him to the living room and he takes a seat. "Well what do you want to start on?" He says. "You!" Accidently slips from my mouth. He chuckles and bites his lips. I can feel myself getting more moist by the second. "I mean Quadratic Formulas Please!?" "Alright then." I head over to the love seat opposite of him. He grabs his binder, flips through a couple of pages and starts talking. I was not listening to anything he said. My eyes scurried from his muscles to his lips, to his hair, and then finally to his pants. I finally snapped out of my daydream when he had wrote down a problem and asked me to solve it.
I took the mechanical pencil and stared at the problem for a good minute. "Im sorry I wasn't paying attention. I was distracted." "It's Okay!" He laughs showing every one of his teeth! "Why don't You come sit beside me. Maybe you'll pay more attention." He said. I was happy as HELL on the inside. "Okay." I say calmly. I sit down next to him, not to close but close. He Look at me and licks his lips.
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"Why you keep doing that?" I ask. "Cause, you look good as hell and I'm trying to tame myself." He replies. "What do you mean?"
I was looking into his eyes and he was looking in to mines.
