Page 5 of Practicing With My Tutor

After she came, I became cognizant of the fact that I may have pushed too far too fast, so I suggested that we get back to studying. It was pointless, though. I could tell her mind was elsewhere. I didn’t want to push even further by asking her why.

Tonight, I plan on being a perfect gentleman. I’ll keep my hands to myself while we study. Considering she doesn’t actually need the help, I imagine that part won’t take long. I can use that time to figure out how far she wants things to go.

I also plan on giving her a little bit of romance. She’ll be coming straight over from her shift at Lucky’s, so I decide to make her dinner. Nothing special, just a pasta dish, but I hope it will be filling and comforting after a long night on her feet. I’m far from being an all-star chef, but I have to admit, the meal came out smelling amazing.

At this point, though, it’s starting to get cold.

She’s late. Almost an hour has passed since the time we agreed to meet. I keep checking my phone obsessively, but there aren’t any messages to update me. I’m starting to think I’m being stood up.

I try not to let it get to me, but as the minutes tick by, I get angrier and angrier. None of the fury is directed at Julie. When I think about it, I can’t even say I’m surprised that she’s ghosting me. I don’t think she intended for things to go as far as they did, and now she’s scared. I’m such a horny bastard that I couldn’t hold myself back. She probably thinks I invited her over just to get into her pants. This is all my fault.

My frustration festers. In an attempt to let some of it out, I pace around the living room. It doesn’t work, though. The fire in me grows hotter and hotter with each lap that passes by. I had my chance, and I’ve completely thrown it away. The smell of the food I cooked for us only serves to make me more agitated. It’s a reminder of what I’m missing out on.

In an attempt to quell my wild feelings, I go to the kitchen to start putting everything away. The activity does nothing to help. I get about halfway through it when I remember that I have to be up early for a meeting with my advisor, and that knowledge only serves to piss me off further. I guess when I finish with this, I’ll have to head straight to bed.

I’m putting away the last of the dishes when there’s a knock on my front door. I grumble, drying my hands on my pants as I walk to answer it. There’s no reason anyone should be stopping by at this time, but maybe it’s my neighbor. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s come by at an inappropriate hour for something that could have waited until the morning.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t text,” Julie says, rushing in as soon as I open the door. “I got caught up at work and didn’t have time to be on my phone.”

“I thought you stood me up,” I say, not bothering to conceal my frustration.

“I didn’t,” she says apologetically. “I’m ready to go over the next lesson if you still have time.”

I sigh, looking around at my now-clean kitchen. “Why? It’s not like you need the help.”

“I do!” she tries to argue, eyes wide. “I really need you –”

“You don’t,” I say firmly. I’m too tired to keep up the pretense. “I know that, and so do you. There’s no point in us wasting each other’s time. I’m sure there are plenty of other classes you have homework for. You should focus on those.”

“But…”

I hold up a hand to stop her. “Stop. There’s no point in arguing when we both know the truth. Just… go home, Julie.”

She stands there, biting her lip and wringing the strap of her bookbag in her hands. “Well, what if I want to be here?” she asks quietly, her voice wavering.

I glance at the clock. I know I should tell her to go home so we can both get some rest, but I can’t bring myself to say it when I see her big doe eyes begging. “What for?”

Her cheeks redden, and her grip tightens on her bag. “Well, you made me feel really good last time, but I-I never got to return the favor.” She looks up at me from under her long lashes and asks, “Can I stay and make you feel good?”

A part of me feels bad, like I guilted her into doing this for me. But a much bigger part of me – including the part between my legs – is dying to know how it would feel. I’ve imagined her mouth on me a hundred times before; how can I turn down the chance to know how it will feel in real life?

“Get on your knees,” I say, a thrill running down my spine when she immediately follows the direction. “That’s it. Get a little closer.”

As she shuffles forward, I pull my semi-hard cock out of my jeans. Without any prompting, Julie reaches out and wraps her dainty hand around my girth. Her grip is loose, and her inexperience is obvious. She looks up at me with an innocent expression that drives me absolutely insane.

“Go ahead,” I say through gritted teeth. Then, as she starts experimentally jerking me off, I ask, “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Never,” she says, her voice a little far away. It sounds like she can’t believe the position she’s in. Her mouth is hanging open a bit as if in awe. It’s flattering, cute, and sexy all at once.

“Well, you’re doing well,” I say, feeling the anger starting to leave my body. “When you’re ready, go ahead and lick the head.”

“Like this?” she asks before kitten-licking the tip.

“Just like that,” I groan as my hips twitch forward involuntarily. “How did it taste?”

“Salty,” she says, still working her hand up and down my length. “I liked it.”

“If you liked it so much, you should try putting it in your mouth,” I suggest.

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