It all began two years ago as I was 18yo. while attending high school. Not too many people went to this private school in this town, so you would think it was not so much of high-quality, but to tell you the truth, it wasn’t to much popular, not a well known school.
The motive I had to attend to this school or institute was simple: I wasn’t a good apprentice at all, and needed some support, so I was forced to register at “Studying and Understanding Techniques,” a subject intended to back up my comprehension on this matter, as well as would improve my performance. In this way I soon became a studious person one way or another!
I had to attend to my clases during a January-February period while a female teacher had been assigned to this group to support my Spanish knowledge, a subject where I was having lots of trouble. Her name was Laura, a Latin, and would be my new tutor from now on.
Laura was 35 yo, average height, rather short, breasted, nice tits and precious bluish green eyes. She was an open mind person, coquette -liked to flirt- and used to wear expensive clothes; also wore a new dress each time she attended to her duties and would change to a new hairstyle each two weeks approximately. This is her story.
The student would choose within a range of subjects offered, so “Techniques for a Better Studying and Understanding” was a alternative here; would substitute “Sports Education” subject, so only a few people attended or came to class -2 people- me and Maria, while this later had failed to come; she had been sick for two weeks already, February included. Being alone with my tutor Laura would turn out in a closer contact and improve a student- teacher relationship.
My first approach came up during the first semester, and if we had a break, it was my chance to chat on a particular theme, even at the library. The erotic theme was a must here, but based on the grounds of a good strong foundation.
I guessed it wasn’t the appropriate moment to charge and court her so soon; would get into trouble, screw it, so I’d be careful not to mess it. I had “Studying and understanding Techniques” twice a week, on one hour basis, that’s why I as obligated to administer my time the best I could and study other subjects at home.
Good planning and preparation would be fine here to succeed, I thought, as well as getting to a better connection with my teacher would help. The best organized guy ever, I applied to study as soon as I got home by myself. As a result, I passed two tests, something unthinkable, unimaginable at one time. This was paying good results.
As Laura realized how I was striving to get good grades, she began to be sympathetic, pleasant, not to mention she was always away from other people at school, I was her favorite student, no doubt. On one occasion she showed up joyful, too elegant for the backup class, wearing a mini skirt, rather long, boots with heels, a top with outlined breasts and leather jacket. I was decided to make my move now. My tutor used to sit next to me at a desk that we shared equally for a better lay out of this stuff. She told me had a backache, suffered stress, etc. I quickly foresaw my chance here!! I said:
“How come you have a backache?”
She said:
“Oh, it’s just nothing to worry about. Nothing serious. Probably my position when sleeping, I don’t know.”
I said:
“Wanna a massage? I’m not charging you any money, ha, ha, come on, go.”
She stood on her feet and I had to stuck completely to her, my hard rod begining to brush her body. She had been aware of this, I’m certain. Besides, each time I started a massage, my hands would slid along the bra clip, trying to accidentally released it… until I finally succeeded. This chick, who had been in cloud nine, eyes closed, said:
“Oh, what’s the matter here, Marcos? My clip, fastener got loose? Fuck!!”
I said:
“Come on, take it easy, I’ll get it back on you, sorry, an accident.”
She said:
“Ok, I’ll forgive you, yet I had been getting the best massage ever.”
I said:
“Oh, beat it, not ill-intentioned.”
She replied:
“It’s ok, don’t you worry… only the start. Come on, put it back, and clasp it!!”
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She immediately slid up –raised- her blouse, hands reaching from behind and I could see the bra. I said she had a beautiful back. She said:
“Oh, my God, what has happened to your Johnson?”
I was still fixing the problem as I glanced down to see my hard on as hard as blue steel. Any one would notice this at a distance. I turned pale, feeling embarrassed. She noticed this and smiled.
“It’s ok, after seeing my attractive bra, I suppose you would have this problem ha, ha!”
I smiled back to her, as the alarm rang, break time, and I said gotta go now or the dining room will close before I get there.”
She replied laughing:
“Oh, you’ll desert me, Johnny-on-the-spot? you got it up quickly, ha, ha, ha!!”
She said “Hope to see you next class.”
She showed me the way out and I said good bye with a sonorous kiss in her cheek as she cooperated; waved me good bye smiling. We would spend the next days of week keeping the same routine, massaging our backs timidly, and brushing each other bodies. I always kissed her goody bye, while she never resist.
On Saint Valentine’s Day I bought roses for her, a spectacular bouquet; instructed the delivery guy to hand it over on the 16th of February, on Saturday. We didn’t have classes on the 14th, Thursday, so it worked fine with me. Precisely on that day, I recalled I should have attached a letter –or card- to the bucket with name of sender, which was obvious, but I didn’t catch on nor got the point, so had to rush out to get to her place before the florist’s shop delivery girl, and slid the most beautiful greeting card under the door. I had learned about her address beforehand and would have no problem in finding the apartment in the building.
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5:45 in the afternoon and I had already slid the card, along with a letter under the door but as turning around to get back, the door was abruptly opened. My embarrassment was great as I saw laura wearing spectacular tight leather pants, high shoe, booty; blue navy jersey with high collar. She was surprised and said:
“Oh, Marcos “Romeo.” (She always referred to me as Romeo).