Page 107 of The Influencer

“I was wondering if you’d be interested in tutoring me,” he says, posing seductively.

“Maybe we should talk about this some place more private.”

“I know a place.” He leads me to his bedroom where the lights are on, the cameras are rolling, and I feel woefully outmatched.

He stands in the center of the room, fingering the collar of his shirt while he spins a tale of how he knows he shouldn’t be asking me for help—that his—her?—sister warned him to stay away from her boyfriend, but I was just so good at math, and he can’t fail the final.

“Is there anything I can do to convince you to help me?” he asks, unbuttoning one of his shirt buttons and sticking his hand inside to rub his nipple.

“If your sister finds out, I’m screwed,” I say, going with the flow, with whatever will get me between those sexy thighs of his.

“She’s taking a nap in her room. If we’re quiet, I might be able to give you something she hasn’t offered you yet…”

“Oh really,” I say, taking two steps toward him. “Are you saying you’re a virgin, too?”

He bites his lip and gives me a shy nod, rotating his hips side to side, just enough to make the pleated skirt flare slightly and giving me a nice glimpse of the lacy garter situation.

My mind is threatening to go numb. I didn’t realize a man in women’s clothing would turn me on like this, but Jade pulls it off. He’s so hot, I’d want him if he were wearing an Elmo costume. But the thigh-highs are getting me hard as hell.

I slowly close the distance between us and tilt his head up with a finger beneath his chin. “First, let’s see if you even know how to kiss.”

His green eyes sparkle. He looks pleased, like I’m following his invisible script exactly. “With tongue?” His lashes flutter.

“You’ve never even been kissed, have you?”

He shakes his head.

“Well, first, you open your mouth, and then, when you feel my tongue… you lick it.”

“Okay.” His voice is soft and anxious, sending a thrill through every cell in my body.

I lower my mouth to his parted lips slowly, easing my way into a deep kiss. As it goes on, he whimpers, putting his hands on my chest like he’s trying to hold me back. I run my hand up the back of his stockings flick the garter straps and cup his naked ass beneath the skirt. “You’re doing great,” I tell him as I reach between his thighs to tickle his balls. “Don’t stop.”

“Ash!” he squeals, shocked, pulling his mouth away, his cheeks truly flushed.

“Your sister lets me do it,” I say.

“Um…okay.”

I squeeze his ass cheeks again and give him another kiss that turns feral very quickly. I’ve pulled him close, my boner pressed between us, and grope him shamelessly as he plays like he’s scared and wanton at the same time.

When I lift his skirt and prod his hole with two fingertips, he breaks away with a gasp again. “Wait?—”

“You wanna pass the final or not?”

“I do, but—I’m scared it’s gonna hurt.”

“No way. It’s gonna feel so good. You’ll see.”

“But my pussy’s so tight.”

Jesus Christ, he’s gonna kill me.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get it nice and wet. And then I’ll slide right in. You don’t have to do anything.”

“And then you’ll help me?”

“Oh, yeah, sweet thing. I’ll help you.”

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