Tutorly Screwed (Closed)

Linda laughed at his expense. She reassured him, “Yes really. Haha. Which one do you prefer?” She threw the decision back into his court.

She dipped her head below his so she could look at his face. Pouting, she said, “Unless you don’t want to kiss me and save your first kiss for someone else.”
 
He blinked as she looked up at him. "Save it? Why the fuck would I want to save it? I should be so lucky to kiss a girl as hot as you." He told her. "Linda you are the hottest girl that has ever spoke to me and I think it would be awesome to kiss you and stuff." HE cringed, the and stuff part quickly going to get misunderstood.

"I uh..." He stammered and frowned. "Nevermind that."

He looked at her and asked, "So....Do i...umm close my eyes or something?" He suddenly felt like his heart was pounding hard in his chest.
 
Linda chuckled. So he did find her attractive.

“Hold your horsey, big guy. One thing at a time. Stuff is just gonna have to wait.” She didn’t elaborate. "Let's make your first a memorable one then," she suggested with a wink.

Her hand cupped his face as she said, “You can keep them open or close.” Her fingers slithered down his jawline and curved around the back of his head while she leaned in. Her lips stopped just centimeter away from his and long enough to whisper, “ready?”

She then closed the gap. Her parted glossy lips pressed against his, softly at first. The pressure built as they kissed. She breathed him in. Her grip on his neck tightened. The tip of her tongue flickered along the edge of his flesh and slowly slipped between his teeth, finding and egging for his to retaliate.
 
Chris didn't know what to expect as she pressed her lips to his. Sparks? Lightning? Maybe nothing quite as extreme as that, but there was something about it that just clicked something inside of him. Her lips were soft and yet somehow sweet against his. His eyes popped open at the initial sensation. But as she deepened the kiss, he found it more natural to close his eyes.

He settled into her, pressing his body to hers. His hands found her hips to hold her close. Her tongue touched into his mouth and Chris stuck his tongue forward to touch her tongue out of reflex. It tasted great, well, it felt great...the taste was...just kind of wet really. He could feel the texture of her tongue and it was a glorious sensation.

Her body against his, plus the kiss, had him hard in his pants again. This time though....his hard-on was pressing against her.
 
Linda enjoyed the kiss more than she had anticipated. It didn’t take long for his tongue to reciprocate. He was a quick learner and a much better kisser than a many other ‘first timer.’ She also didn’t expect a kiss can have such big affect on him. She felt his growing bulge pressed against her. Her other hand slithered in between them and over his crotch. Her palm cupped and squeezed part of his length. Even with the layer of fabric, she felt the hardness … real. There was definitely no sock there.

Just then the alarm on her phone rang. She broke the kiss. “Crap, the game.” She hastily shoved the stuff into her bag. “Are you coming to the game, big guy?”
 
He grunted as Linda seemed to press herself firmer against him. Her body seemed to burn into him, her heat making him feel so pleasantly warm. Her lips moved over his, letting her tongue to push into his mouth, which Chris moved his own tongue in reflex. He couldn't believe she was french kissing him.

Then his eyes popped open wide when her hand gripped him through his pants. He moaned into her lips and his body tensed. Her fingers squeezed along him, as if figuring out his length through his pants.

He was about to say something when suddenly her phone went off and she jerked away. Chris blinked as he stood there in shock, a string of her spit dabbled onto his chin. He was dizzy from the kiss and he didn't hear her at first when she spoke about the game.

"Oh!" He said and shook his head. "No I don't go to those. Too many people and I don't care about sports." He told her with a shrugg. "I'm sure you'll have fun though." He said with a soft smile and began to pack up his stuff.
 
Linda looked at him sideway. “What do you do on a Friday night then? Well yea, cheering is pretty fun. You should come. You might like it. Don’t know until you try right?”

She pulled the bag over her shoulder. “Is that kiss good enough as a payment?” she asked even though she was pretty sure about the answer. His obvious boner was a tell-tale sign.
 
Chris shrugged at her comment that he should come to the game and packed his stuff up to leave.As he was leaving the campus he found his gaze looking towards the football field. The band was playing and the game was about to begin, he'll he could even here the cheers from the girls.

He shouldn't go. It was a recipe for trouble if he went. Someone would bully him or give him shit. He didn't even like football, what the fuck would he do?

He didn't want to go.

Yet fifteen minutes later Chris was sitting up in the beecher as high up as possible in the most uncrowded corner, watching the game and the cheerleaders.

All because he wanted Linda to touch his dick again.
 
Linda headed to the game and cheered with the girls. She shouted loudly and optimistically. Her movements were sharp and in synch with the others. It was another typical game night for the captain. Occasionally her mind wandered back to the library. It wasn’t the most erotic French kiss she had but it was sweet. It was the guy’s first kiss after all. She thought about his crotch and wonder if he’s a virgin.

Just as she thought about her tutor, she spotted him on the bleacher. The court was pretty full but the nerd stuck out like a sore thumb. He was the only one in the corner way up there after all. She smiled and waved toward his direction, then went back being a cheerleader.

During halftime, she sent him a text, wait for me here after the game?

After the game, the girls went to the locker where their cheer coach gave them a prep talk before released them. The others girls were heading to some after partying while she told them she’ll catch up with them later. She headed back to the court, where it was empty and lights had already turned off. She searched the darkness for any sign of a shadow.
 
Chris didn't care about the game, but he had never taken the time to sit and watch the cheerleaders before. He wasn't sure what it was they did exactly. But as he watched them dance and move and pump the crowd up, he began to understand. He also knew why everyone thought they were so hot. The poses they struck mid-dance were proactive and exciting. Chris found himself really enjoying watching them.

Linda spotted him and waved which gave him a moment of excitement and made him smile. Here he was....suddenly having fun at a sports game. Who would have thought?

There came a time during the game where everyone took a break. It was called "half-time" apparently. During this period his phone buzzed and he saw a message from Linds telling him to wait for her.

The game ended a while later and everyone starting to leave. Chris waited, moving down to the first bleacher seat when most everyone had left. Linda never showed.

The lights clicked off and Chris was left in the dark. He couldnt believe he had been so stupid to believe she wasn't prank in him. From her kiss to her hand grabbing his dick, had it all been to leave him hanging?

But suddenly the doors opened and Linda trotted in.

Chris smiled in the dark. A smile of relief more than anything. In the dim light he could see her looking for him.

"I'm here Linda." He said getting up and stepping towards her.

"Hi." He said, unsure of what else to say.
 
Even though she was searching and expecting someone, she still jumped when the shadow moved and called out. She smiled, recognizing the voice. “Oh, hey. Thought you don’t go to these kinds of thing,” she mocked.

She barely made out his face when he got up to her. She stepped closer to him and pulled him toward her by his shirt. “You know what’s best about the game? The after party. Do you want to make out?” She asked even though she had already predicted his answer.

Linda enjoyed how she had him wrap around her finger. Sure, he might be smarter than her in math. He had yielded to her. She liked that effect she had on him.
 
Chris blinked as Linda pulled their bodies close, her devious eyes looking up at him. He blinked at her question. Was she talking about going to a party or making out? Or maybe the making out would be a party.

"I could make out some." He told her. "But here? Or....?" He asked looked around the darkened arena. They sure wouldn't get caught if they did anything here. So if she wanted to keep her actions with him secret then this was a good spot.

Of course there was always his house. His room was on the backside of the house so he could sneak her in without his folks knowing. Plus they never checked on him so there was no risk of getting caught.

"You could come to my room." He offered.
 
“Could you now?” she chuckled.

Linda tilted forward. Her kiss purposely missed his mouth and landed on his cheek. She kissed the top of his jaw line then his ear. “Here,” she whispered. Her lips trailed down his neck. Her teeth scrapped along his skin.

She grabbed his hands and guided them to her ass. She asked quietly, “Is this your first time making out with a girl, Chris?” She pushed her body closer to him with her leg positioned between his legs. She elevated it and rubbed it against his crotch. "You like it so far?"
 
Chris shivered in antisipation when Linda's lips brushed against his ear. Her words whispered into his mind as she pulled his hands around to her ass. His eyes widened in the dark as his palms reflexively squeezed her ass. Sh teased him about making out with a girl and he let out a long breath.

He grunted as her knees gently came up to caress his crotch, sending tingles all through his body. He took a deep breath and let out a light, "Never before you." he told her. "It's wonderful." He turned his head toward hers to kiss her again. His lips worked against her mouth, his tongue pushed forward as his pent up eagerness to finally kiss a girl poured from his mouth to hers.

HE grabbed her ass tightly, squeezing and meading the cheeks of her tight little ass. He imagined her naked and riding him while he held her ass in such a way. Could Linda be the girl to take his virginity? Would she be the girl to finally let him have sex? Or was she just leading him on? Teasing him and driving him crazy, just to see what would become of him.

His cock was so hard from her lips, her ass, and her knee caressing him all together.
 
She gave a short chuckle when he squeezed her ass. At least he knew to do that. Just as his hands worked, hers worked on him. One pressed on his growing bulge before helped the other to unbuckle his belt. “You’re just full of first tonight huh?” she taunted playfully.

Linda was certain he was still a virgin now and probably didn’t mind losing it with the way he was kissing her. He took the initiative this time, invading her mouth with his tongue and showing off his excitement.

With a tug, his unbuckled and unzipped pant fell off to his knees. She didn’t pull off his boxer. Instead, her fingers pried through the slit. Her nails raked against his steel length while her other hand cupped his balls from the outside. The digits coiled around his girth and constricted gently while they moved from the bottom of his cock to the head. Her thumb ran across his pee-hole and possibly felt something wet and sticky.

She managed to break off from the kiss long enough to murmured, “Tell me, Chris." His mouth chased hers and broke her off sentence into pieces. "Mmm. You. Mmm. Want...mmm....more? How badly do. Mmmm. You want."
 
Chris was dizzy with what she was doing to him. They shouldn't be here, not like this. Not in the darkened gym, yet his hands would not remove from her ass, even as her fingers tugged at his pants. Even as her hands reached into his pants and the first female fingers touched his dick. He grunted in pleasure into her lips as her nails scrapped along him gently.

She broke the kiss and let her breath blow across his lips in teasing words. Her fingers grazed over his cock tip, teasing his slit. He felt her thumb run through pre-cum that had leaked from him. She smeared the slippery fluid over his tip and he grunted. She teased him about more and he whimpered. "Uh huh." He moaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her ass.
 
Linda smiled at his whimper. She released him long enough to pull off his boxer. Her nails brushed against his balls directly, then clutched onto his base while the other hand stroke his cock. “Has anyone ever jacked you off?”

She sighed when he gripped her ass tighter. “Knead them, Chris.” Her head dipped, kissing right below his chin. Her wet mouth slithered across his throat. She sucked on his neck while her hands played with him.

“Do you want me to jack you off?” she asked. Again, she predicted the answer but wanted to hear him say so.
 
Chris shuddered as she ran her nails along his nuts. She was driving him crazy and he didn't know what to do about it. She kissed her way under his chin, licking and suckling along his neck, bringing a moan from his lips. His cock was so hard in her fist, he couldn't believe a hottie like Linda actually had her hand gripped around his girth.

She teased him, asking him if he wanted her to jack him off. He moaned in response, but she only asked him again. Chris's body trembled against her. "yes." HE said lightly, his voice not trusting to work properly. "Please." He pleaded. His palms on her ass squeezed her tighter, pulling her tighter against him.
 
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Linda smirked at his plead. She chuckled as he pulled her closer by her ass. While she stroked stiffness, she thought of lubrication. As much as she enjoyed his stiffness, she was giving

“Heh. You’ll need to let go for a second then.” She wiggled her ass. Once she was free, she shuffled through her bag for her lotion. She poured into her palms before returned to her play toy. “Still hard I hope,” she said sarcastically.

Her hands resumed, taking his cock inside one palm and fondling her balls with the other. They slipped more smoothly. Her strokes became tighter and more rapid. She whispered before kissing him once again, “I want you to cum, Chris.”
 
Chris didn't want to let go, he liked that she was letting him touch her and he feared that she wouldn't let him touch her again if he let her go. But he also wanted to fuck, so he was forced to pull his palms away. He grunted and flexed his fingers in the absence of her butt under his mitts. Linda turned away from him for a moment and began to shuffle through her bag.

She removed a small thing of lotion and squirted some into her palms. She lathered her palms up and when she grabbed him, he hissed and jerked really quick as the cold lotion gave him a shock.

As her fists began to stroke him, firmly, hard, and fast, she pressed herself close again. Chris suddenly became aware of everything that was happening to him at that moment. Linda kissed him and whispered for his nut softly. Chris cried out and lost his mind.

The orgasm that hit him was hard and fast. His cock jerked in her palm and he squirted forth a powerful blast of jizz onto her stomach. Chris should have warned her, but he was too far gone. OF course she knew he was gonna cum, but Chris hadn't told her that he always seemed to cum a shit load. Volumes of thick hot semen spurted out of him and onto her body in random places. So much of it, spurt after spurt, his cock jerking in her hands with each blast.

Chris put his hands onto her shoulders, mostly to hold himself off as his entire body shook. The fucking cheer captain had just stroked him to completion. This was the best night of his life. "Oh Shit Linda! Fuck! I can't......That feels..oh fuck me." He panted as his orgasm subsided as his cock finally stopped spurting at her.
 
Holding and pumping the 8 inch in her hands was arousing as hell. Juices were flowing and collecting on her panties. She rubbed her thighs together and groaned under her breath. Surprisingly she was okay without him touching and probing her like others in this situation. She was horny but in control; she liked that.

Her giggle turned into a grasp as he exploded in her hands. She wanted him to ejaculate but didn’t expect such a vigorous and messy load. His semen was not only on her hand, seeping through her fingers, and uniform, but also trickling down her leg. A few drops splashed on her neck.

“Wow. When was the last time you cum?” she questioned, thinking his big load caused by deprivation. She had no idea this is normal for him. She laughed as grabbed onto her for support. His sticky cock and balls still nested inside her palms. She clicked her tongue when he said, “Oh fuck me.”

“Maybe.” She gave him a peck on the lips. “But not tonight. I gotta go.” She released him once again. She wiped herself off with the towel in her bag before heading off.
 
As Chris stood there in the dark he was left blinking as his shaft softened in front of him. He was confused with how quickly Linda darted out on him. Was he dreaming? Did Linda really just give him a handy in the gym?

Why was he still standing there naked?

Quickly he jerked up his pants, not caring about the drops of jizz still on his noodle after all of that. It was the only proof he had that he had really gotten a cheerleader to jerk him off. Chris grabbed his shit quickly and darted home.

Maybe. She had said maybe when he moaned out for her to fuck him. Of course he hadnt meant it like that at the time, but her teasing reply hinted that it was a possibility. Would she really have sex with him? He didn't want to wait the whole weekend to find out, but he also didn't wanna play the dumbstruck gut who bothered her with texts.

Fuck what was he going to do with himself? Besides beat off some more.
 
Linda went home and washed up before headed to the party. She stayed out into the wee hours and had a good time. Unfortunately the next day wasn’t so fun. Once she woke up, She had a severe headache and sensitivity. Even so, she was hungry and contemplated who to text but concluded no one she knew would be awake. They were all in or worse condition than her. All but one in her contact was not at the party.

She messaged Chris, “Hey, are you up? Wanna grab some food? Diner in 20 mins?”
 
Linda was right about one thing. Chris did not go to any party last night. However he was up late, he just was sitting in front of his computer playing a game. This meant he was tired but had no hangover to recover from as he didn't have anything to drink. Still it didn't mean he was up early, in fact he was still buried under the covered when his phone buzzed loudly on the desk.

He groaned and rolled over. Who was texting him so early? Who was texting him at all? He jerked over in the bed and snapped up to grab his phone. He DID have a text, and it was from Linda!

Chris scrambled out of bed in an excited panic and read the message. She wanted to meet for breakfast? In.....twenty minutes? Chris could totally do that. He smiled and texted back. Absolutely. I'll be there!

He frantically darted around his room, getting clothes together to get dressed. Then he rushed to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, combed his hair and put on a little dab of cologne.

Twenty minutes later he was standing in front of the diner waiting for Linda to pull up. He smiled when she arrived, she looked like she had a headache or a hangover. "Hey beautiful. Looks like you had fun last night." He teased her.
 
Linda rolled out of bed once she got a confirmation text. After a quick shower, she headed to the diner.

Chris was already there when she arrived. She shuffled over to him in fitting t-shirt and skinny jeans. The V-neck stopped just slightly above her cleavage. The jeans hugged her ass so tight that tacky panties line would show. Luckily, there was thong to eliminate that problem. Her hair hid under a knitted hat.

She smiled when he called her beautiful. She felt nothing like that at the moment. Settling down on the same side of the booth with him, she confessed, “I did. How was yours?”

The waiter came to take their order and then left them alone.

Linda wrapped her arms around his and rested her head on his side. Out of the myths on hangover cures, she believed in food and human contact. “Ugh, hangover is the worst.”
 
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