The memo on the information board in the foyer was a request for volunteer tutors. As I had a light schedule in this semester of college, I decided to attend the information session and see what's involved. There were a dozen others in the room as they discussed the need for tutors to assist immigrant students with their English language skills and studies. I signed up and was told to report back the next day to meet my student.

I was both pleased and surprised to meet Jahzara. She was a young and attractive girl of seventeen, not what I was expecting. I was informed that she had recently arrived from Ethiopia and had requested an English tutor.

Jahzara was tall, almost six foot, with a slim build and a bush of long, black hair. Her dark eyes smiled when she spoke and revealed the intelligence behind them. She had a wide, bright smile and an easy-going manner. We set up a schedule with the program director and agreed to meet the following day in the main library to begin our sessions.

***

As she approached the table, I noticed a few others admiring the lean yet curvy beauty that took a seat across from me. She gave me a big smile, opened her purse and handed me a note. I opened it to discover an address written on it.

"What's this?" I asked.

"My address. You will need it to do your tutoring," she replied.

"You don't want to do it here?"

"Um, let me explain," she began. "I don't need a tutor. I signed up to find someone to tutor my mother."

"Your mother?" 

"Yes," she nodded. "My mother needs help with her English. She doesn't let me help her... you know parents... so I was hoping you would be willing to help her for me."

"I don't think the program is for that; it's for the students who need help," I responded.

"I need help," she insisted. "With my mother. The adult language classes are full and she's having a hard time. I will let everyone think you are tutoring me... no one will ever know."

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter who I'm helping, so why not," I shrugged. "I'll give it a try."

"Great!" she said excitedly. "When do you want to meet her and start?"

"We already have a schedule, so it's best to start with that," I replied. "We can see about changing it later if things work out."

"Okay, I will tell her. Do you live far from here?"

"No," I answered. "Actually, your place is very close to mine. I can walk there, so that's not an issue."

We exchanged phone numbers and agreed that we would meet at her place for the next session on the schedule.

***

Jahzara was sitting on the front steps of the house as I approached and greeted me with a wide smile and a wave of her hand.

"Good day!" she exclaimed. "I am so happy you came."

"Good day to you, too," I replied.

Dressed in running shorts and a tank top, she stood up and put her hand out to me. I gazed at her for a moment and admired the beautiful girl in front of me. Her dark skin glistened in the sunlight, her slight curves and lean body youthful and appealing. I reminded myself that she was only seventeen and reached my hand out to hers.

Instead of a handshake, she took my hand in hers, moved close to me and spoke quietly in my ear.

"My mother is a very serious person," she warned. "She does not trust boys and can be stubborn."

"Okay, thanks for the warning," I replied. "Are you sure she is good with this?"

"Yes, she is willing to meet you and try."

She led me up the steps and through the front door.

"Wait here," she instructed as she dropped my hand and disappeared down the hallway.

She appeared in the hallway and waved me to come in. I took off my shoes and followed her into a small dining room containing a small wooden table, two chairs, a few plants and an older version of Jahzara in a yellow sundress.

"Jean, this is my mother, Zala, and Mother, this is Jean."

"Nice to meet you," I grinned as I extended my hand.

She looked me up and down before extending her hand to mine. Her long, slender fingers grasped mine firmly as we shook.

"You are a man, not a boy," she stated. "How old are you?"

"Um, twenty-one, almost twenty-two," I replied.

"Hmm, you look older. My daughter told me it was a boy from school coming, not a man," she stated as she looked over at Jahzara. "Clearly, she does not know the difference yet."

Jahzara rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Mother...."

"It is fine," Zala said with a wave of her hand. "I prefer to spend time with a man; it will be more comfortable."

Zala looked me over again. "Jean? Are you French?"

"Partly," I answered.

"Hmm, I wonder which parts?" she mused as she pointed to a chair. "Have a seat and we will begin."

She took a seat across from me and sent Jahzara to the kitchen for two glasses of cold tea. We sat silently until Jahzara set the tall glasses on the table.

"You may go now," Zala told Jahzara. "You do not need to be here to distract my tutor."

Jahzara sighed and said she would return in a few hours. She flashed me a smile and patted my shoulder as she left the room.

"So, you like my young daughter?" Zala inquired.

'Um, yes, she's very nice," I replied.

"You know she is not of age, correct?"

"Yes, she told me she is seventeen," I said hesitantly.

"Yes, not ready for a man," Zala said with a slight smile as she gestured at me.

"I hope you don't mind my asking, but your English is very good. Do you really need a tutor?"

Zala grinned and let out a little laugh. "No, but my daughter thinks I do. What does she know? She is a young girl."

"I'm not sure I understand?" I prodded.

"This is just for her to be happy... for her to think she is being helpful. So we will talk, and I will practice my English as she wants."

Her voice was deep but soft, her accent noticeable and somewhat alluring, almost exotic. The way she changed the pitch of her voice and formed words with her thick, pouty lips enthralled me.

"So, my tutor," she inquired, "Do you have a girlfriend, a wife perhaps?"

"No, not at the moment," I answered. "Do you have a husband?"

"No, no husband for me," she replied with a shake of her head. "When I was young, like Jahzara, I met a man like you. We became lovers and when Jahzara came, he left."

"Oh, sorry to hear that," I offered.

"Thank you, but he was not a good man anyway... or a good lover," she said with a sly grin and a wink.

I wasn't sure how to respond, so I just smiled.

"You are a handsome man, my tutor," she said with a smile. "I think you have been popular with many young girls, no?"

"Yes, a few," I chuckled.

"Oh, more than a few, I think," she teased as she stood up and walked past me. Her long, slender fingers traced along my shoulder and gave me a shiver. "I see how my girl looks at you."

She picked up my glass from the table and went into the kitchen. I followed her with my eyes, her hips gently swaying the yellow fabric of the sundress. She stood in front of the window and refilled my glass from the large pitcher on the counter. The sunlight streaming in illuminated the light fabric of the dress and it was now sheer material, her curvy and trim body on full display for my hungry eyes and hardening cock. There were no undergarments, just smooth skin.

She turned towards me and caught me gazing at her. A smile crossed her face as she looked down at herself and realized that her dress was transparent in the sunlight. She sat the glass on the counter and put her hands on her hips.

"You like?" she asked. "What you see."

"Yes," I admitted. "You are a very appealing woman."

"Yes, a woman, not a girl. Does it appeal to you, the thought of an experienced woman?" she asked.

"Very much," I replied.

My cock strained in my pants to the point of pain. This beautiful woman with the alluring voice had my libido maxed out.

She walked over and stood inches in front of me, her breasts at my eye level. Her nipples created peaks in the yellow fabric, capturing my attention. I felt her hands on my head and she pulled into her chest, her breasts pressing into my face as she ran her fingers through my hair. She moved my head around until my lips latched onto one of the protruding peaks and I took her nipple into my mouth.

It was thick and hard as I suckled, tugging with my lips as she moaned lightly. She pulled away and stared at me for a moment, our eyes locked in a gaze of lust. I stood up and pulled her into me, my hands on her waist as her arms went around my neck. We kissed hard, our mouths mashing together and our tongues fighting to meet.

I turned her back to the table, grabbed her firm ass and lifted her onto the wooden surface. We struggled together to undo my pants, finally freeing my swollen cock. Her hand wrapped around it, quickly stroking it and directing it between her legs. I hooked my arms under her knees as I pushed into her, my throbbing cock becoming engulfed in her silky wetness.

"Oh.. fuck me, my tutor," she whispered hoarsely.

I began thrusting, pushing my cock into her at a rapid pace. I looked down, mesmerized by the sight of my cock sliding into her purplish lips. I marveled at the color contrast of our skin, the whiteness of mine compared to the beautiful dark tones of hers.

She began moving with me as her hands grasped my shoulders tightly. With a whimper and a shudder, she pulled me tight to her, her legs wrapping around me as I struggled to maintain my balance. I stopped thrusting for a moment as she quivered and held me tight, my swollen cock buried deep inside of her.

"Oh... yes," she moaned quietly.

I felt her moving again and resumed my thrusting, her legs pulling me in as she whispered in my ear.

"Yes, my tutor, yes... give me your love."

I felt the pressure building and pushed deep as my cock exploded inside of her, filling her with spurt after spurt of steaming cum. I shook and my knees felt weak as I climaxed, my face buried in her neck. The scent of her was intoxicating and it felt like my balls would never empty as her legs squeezed me tightly.

Once the climax subsided, we kissed gently and she unwrapped her legs from my waist. I pulled out, trailing dollops of cum onto the floor beneath us as I took a step back. I exhaled deeply as I pulled up my pants, tucked my cock into my shorts and zipped up. She gently slid from the table to the floor and stood in front of me.

"Well, that was unexpected," she said with a smile.

"Very," I agreed.

She gestured for me to return to the chair as she moved to the counter. She handed me the glass of cold tea before grabbing a few tissues and wiping up the floor. After tossing them in the trash bin, she sat back down in the chair across the table and put her finger to her lips.

"Jahzara must never know our secrets," she whispered. "Promise to never tell."

"I promise," I replied. "I won't tell her that you don't need tutoring."

"I think I will enjoy our sessions, my tutor," she said as she sipped her glass of cold tea.