Sometimes drastic measures are necessary, right? Sometimes the circumstances are too perfect and you wake up in the middle of the night knowing exactly what to do to fix everything. Then you spend the rest of the night sitting up. You find yourself unable to set it down for fear that you might not savor every thought your imagination can come up with for it.
That was me last Thursday when I came up with my brilliant plan for getting my protoge (and yet-to-be-minted boyfriend) to pass his college algebra exam. It’s the old story, girl v. boy; physics major v. undecided freshman; tantalizingly sharp, witty, and creative woman v. well… okay, he was all cute and nervous and I had to break him. Nicely. Almost.
Never start any tutoring session in math with “Look, it’s really very simple,” even if you follow that up with “if you can get all ten of these factoring problems right in half an hour we get to have sex.” It was a brilliant plan meant to solve his math problem and my lack-of-sex problem, but doomed to failure. First of all, we’d never had sex before. Actually I was pretty sure that he’d never had sex before in his life.
Secondly, well the boy couldn’t have been worse at pulling apart equations if they’d had two clasps in the back and he’d had to do it in a dark room. The disaster went more or less like this:
(nervous, anxious Tom slides his paper at me and theatrically slams his forehead down on the table while I grade him).
“Well… they’re… half right.” I say, generously, after spending a few extra minutes scribbling notes for him to study later. I’d had this notion somehow that he just needed the proper motivation and he’d sail through. I had even worked myself up, saying “today’s the day.” I had just been disappointed.
And then my disappointment got the best of me…. I stood up. Pushed my chair back. Tom started to get up and I said, “No, keep your seat.”
“Damnit, I’ve never been good at math! And you telling me we’re going to have sex afterwards isn’t going to…”
“I didn’t say we were going to have sex afterwards.”
“I said we’d have sex if you got all the questions right.” I sat down on the table in front of him so that he had a clear view up my skirt and then undid the bowtie knot on one side of my panties. He tried to get up. I put my foot between his legs. “I said keep your seat. That is, unless you want nothing. You got half the questions right.”
Stunned silence. I used it to take my underwear the rest of the way off. “Put your hands behind the chair.” Now he grinned, and I knelt down and tied his hands behind his back with my panties.
“Emily, you can’t.. uh…”
“What?” I held his gaze as I grabbed the buckle of his belt. “Do you want me to do this or not?” I was genuinely worried he’d say no.
“Well, I mean you can’t just… you said I had to get the questions right,”
“Well, if you don’t want me to do this, just say stop and I’ll stop. But until you do…” I pulled the belt buckle apart and watched as his cock jumped inside his pants. Then I pulled at the button. Every movement was causing a reaction in him – the button’s pop made his thighs tense. Unzipping him made his cock grow and press his briefs out from his body. The scent of his arousal nearly made me toss away my delicate plan, but I resolved to follow through with it.
“Please don’t stop.”
I pulled his briefs down in front and put a hand around his cock and squeezed until I could feel his pulse course gently through it. Then I ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the top and began to go down on him. I was all slow and firm – careful to keep aware of where he was along the way. He’d only finished half the questions. I didn’t think I had long, but that was fine. I took every inch I could comfortably take and started a rhythm, in, out. Squeezing, then letting my hand slide along his cock, slick as it was from my sucking on it.
He groaned and I knew it was time to stop.
“Half right. Tomorrow you’ll be better, right?”
“Yes… Can I have my hands back?”
“Why, what are you going to do with them?” I could see his cock still throbbing, trying to finish what I started, but without his hands… “I think you have to wait. You were only half-right, so you’re only going half-way today. I wouldn’t like to find that you’d gone all the way without me. That would be like cheating on your exam.” He looked horrified now.
“But you can’t just leave me tied up like this! I can’t study!”
“Your blood really is gone from your brain right now… Silly. I’m just waiting for that to calm down” I pointed at his hard on, causing it to throb and twitch once more, forcefully. I reached one hand up my skirt and fingered myself for a sec, letting off some of my own tension, then touched my wet fingers to his lips. “I’m going to sit here and grade while you take care of that. Study my notes. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
It took almost ten minutes or so for him to compose himself. I undid his hands and he put himself right before I kissed him goodnight and walked out the door.
“See you tomorrow, sweetie.”
He actually chuckled and blushed, now amused and a little more determined, “Tomorrow, Emily.”
Friday was… better. For one thing, it doesn’t really matter that school only happens three days a week for me as a senior, or that I really like my classes. It’s still Friday, and the little kid inside celebrates the end of the week because it is ended.
There’s actually a farmers market on the campus quad this morning, so I drag myself out of bed at 8 with a french press full of coffee and the promise of a giant cinnamon cake donut from Betty’s stall.
I had a few dreams the night before, of the kind that happen after you spend an hour teasing a guy and end up teasing yourself just as much. I considered the little pink vibe I’d bought myself to start the year, but on thinking about the possibility that he might just get a perfect score on his exam today, I thought I might hold off.
It was an absolutely beautiful sunny day. The farmer’s market was full, and my eye was on Betty’s Breads’ stall at the corner, where a beautiful, funny old woman in her seventies bounced back and forth on her feet as she tossed donuts and pastries to an adoring student populace. I waited for it to die down a bit.
“Well, hello there Ms Emily. Blow anything up this week?”
“No ma’am, you’re thinking inorganic chem. They don’t let physics majors blow anything up after their second year.”
“Ha! That’s a damn shame… What can I fill your belly with?”
“Oh…” The flavors changed every week and I had to be quick before people piled up behind me. “Rum-raisin with the brown butter glaze. Good grief where do you find the time to make up new ones?”
“Chemistry major. Would you believe I still blow the occasional donut up?”
I giggled, “Probably, yeah”
I took my donut and a sack full of vegetables to cook at Sheryl’s apartment over the weekend and sat in the shade of the arboretum. As it happened, Sheryl had the same idea and found me on my bench and sat down.
“How’d it go?” My best friend was as obtuse as always.
“You know, I’m a physics major. We’re all autistic and direct and shit. If you want to know something, you gotta do better than ‘so’”
She huffed, “So did you nail him? Is that direct enough, miss autiste?”
“Ha! No. Nearly…” And I regaled her with my tale, being lurid enough that I could hope later that she had “untoward thoughts” about me. We’d fooled around once, and I enjoyed the notion that I might be in her thoughts on lonely nights.
“Well, damn… I mean, damn!”
We both sat in silence for a few minutes. I smugly ate my donut and sipped my coffee, and she sat in awe of my creativity and self-control.
Eventually she broke the silence. “So you’re tutoring him again at two? Guess you’d better hope he’s got it figured out this time.”
“Guess I’d better”
“I’m gonna run. You have fun with that and you can tell me all about it tomorrow. And for christ’s sake learn how to cook an eggplant before you come over this time!” She glared at the contents of my grocery bag.
Tom sat in his chair with memories of yesterday as I shoved a freshly printed piece of paper across the table with 20 factoring questions. “I studied,” he said, as he took up a pencil and furrowed his brow to concentrate. Oh I bet you did…
I couldn’t handle the pressure this time. I got up and went outside and paced in the sunlight, saying “40 minutes. 20 questions. Take your time…” as I left. I walked back in 15 minutes later, and he had all the questions done, sitting there with the top three buttons of his shirt already undone and a goofy grin on his face. “I’m done. Got it this time!”
I took his paper and said shit to myself as I saw a mistake on the third question. It turned out to be the only one…
I handed the paper back. “That’s a 95%”
“But that’s an A!”
“It is,” but you had to get them all right. That’s what I said yesterday. What do I do now? Fuck! Work with it… “… it’s ‘good enough’ to pass the exam, but I wanted you to blow me out of the water.” I pulled a length of rope out of my pocket that I’d brought along for just this occasion. “And I think you can. You’ve got two more days before the exam. In the meantime, hands behind the back.”
“But it’s an A!”
“Do you want merely good or do you want perfection? I can give you perfection, but only if you bring perfection to the table, too.”
I tied him up. I unzipped him. I pulled his pants down to his knees and drew my fingernails down his thighs, hard enough for him to thrash against the chair a bit, but not hard enough to break the skin. I tied his ankles to the chair.
“95% is pretty good, don’t you think?” I kissed him. Deeply. No need for him to actually respond to that question. He was already beginning to understand the answer. I stepped back.
I’d like to say that I performed a full strip-tease for him, but I honestly didn’t have the patience. He was so close! I pulled off my top, unhooked my bra, and had unzipped my jeans before I said “It is good. It’s very good, and you’re going to have a good time before we’re done today, but I did say ‘all the questions’” As I said this last phrase, I stepped out of my jeans to show off the red lace g-string I’d worn for just this occasion.
His cock was so full it looked like it was on fire. I undid his shirt and exposed his blonde-furred chest, biting his pec hard enough to make him cry out, but I still didn’t leave a mark.
“Fuck!” He grinned as he exclaimed it. “Fuck you’re hot… do you plan these things?”
“Oh, I make it up as I go along, sweetie,”
I kneeled down, straddling his lap with his hard cock pressing against my stomach, bare, tantalizing… He started to lean forward. I pushed my breast against his mouth, gripping his curly brown hair tight. The boy had instincts. His teeth were gentle, his tongue thorough, and I could only wish his hands held me, but for now the feeling of complete control over this was elating. I groaned and savored his attentions until I needed more.
I went down on him, and it was epic. He was already wet at the tip and his juices made my tongue tingle as I worked him, teasing him closer. “Are you going to let me come?”
I laughed with his cock still in my mouth, making it jump and him groan in frustration. He had his answer. I kneaded his balls trying to edge him closer as I continued to suck, and he squirmed in his seat. I felt him trying to keep calm, I supposed he hoped I wouldn’t notice he was about to come. I stopped abruptly enough to shock him, and then stood up.
I took the sides of my panties and pulled them away from my hips theatrically and stepped out of them,
“That’s not a nice grin,” he managed to say with strained breath.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I sat down, naked on his lap, his cock buried in my bush. I kissed him deep. And I ground against him, pleasuring myself against his cock. I nearly lost it. I rose up and ground down so that his shaft slid between my labia, taking extra joy in the amount of tension I was building up in the boy and in the delight this appeared to give him. He was so close.
“95%” I let him wrap his mouth around my breast as I held there, thighs tense, hovering over him, and I pressed as hard as I dared press with the tip of his cock buried between labia, one inch away from abandoning the whole game. I considered it. He pushed up with his hips, and I stood up.
“You’re going to do it perfect for me tomorrow, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Oh, yes. Yes, Emily,” he said, talking to me like a teacher, and I giggled at the fantasy but I admit it turned me on a little.
I did manage to un-strip tease for him, pulling on one piece of clothing at a time and doing so at angles that gave him something to imagine might happen tomorrow. But i had a better plan for tomorrow. And I had full confidence he was going to get it right next time…
Saturday. Today. Now, even.
I really want to have a story to stun, embarrass, and titillate Sheryl so she ignores my crappy garlic eggplant. Oh, and I really, really, really, want to have sex with this boy. Tom is 19, smarter than he thinks he is, has fuzzy curls of dark brown hair he hasn’t ever figured out how to comb, and apparently now has a submissive streak a mile wide I can play with.
I have a little bag with me when I get to Tom’s honors dorm suite. He opens the door with a flourish, and the smell of fresh coffee greets me at 11am on a Saturday. The boy is beginning to know me. “Hey sweetie! I’ve got it this time, I know I do! I did a hundred exercises last night just to make sure,” I’m sweetie now, apparently. I smile. That’s okay. “Sweetie” is cute and it fits him.
“That’s great,” I manage, awkwardly, “There’s a hundred and ninety pounds of you between me and the coffee. Is that wise?”
He steps aside, excited enough that I’m sure he’s had at least one pot himself. I sit down. I set my bag on the counter, and I pull out a folder with a fresh sheet of questions… and a little pink remote control with a round dial on it.
I manage not to snort. “Alright, so. Up til now, we’ve both been good, right?”
“I’ve… held off, if that’s what you mean. You did too? Damn.” He was clearly impressed.
“Shit is right. So today is the day. You have to get all the questions right, and you have to do it in the right amount of time to get the ones on the test done. That’s faster than we’ve done it before, so I brought motivation”
I hold up the remote control and put it in his hand, then pull out my favorite piece of moulded silicon, which just so happens to be attached to it.
“Oh!” He turns bright red and nearly drops it. I take it from him and flip it a bit to let him hear it buzz.
“So here’s the deal. I’m a physics major. I like to experiment on myself, and so I know more or less exactly how long it’s going to take me to come from this. I’m going to turn it on and use it and you’re going to do your exam questions,”
“And every time you get a question right, you get to turn it down a notch. If you get a question wrong, I’m going to take the remote away from you. Then I’m going to turn it up the way I like it and finish in front of you right here and all you can do is watch me with your hands on the desk. Otherwise, well… the timer’s running, and when I finish, we’re done.”
His smile melts, replaced by a hungry look. He leans in and says conspiratorially, “Let’s do this.”
I pull my panties off under my skirt and set them on the desk next to him. It’s fun to see how far he likes to be pushed, and things just keep coming to me. I take the dildo and make a show out of inserting it, adjusting myself so that the vibrator portion is going to do it’s thing, and then hand him the remote.
“Turn it up to where the tape is.”
He starts to turn it up slowly. Too slowly. “Tom. It’s not going to bite you. Turn it on!” Ahhhh….
“Timer’s going,” I hand him the sheet, feeling the first waves of buzzy pleasure starting as he diligently begins working problems out on paper.
He finishes a problem. I glance over my glasses at him and nod. He turns it down one notch and keeps going.
I can feel the pleasure no longer building up; staying steady as the vibrator has faded to a tingle inside me. I’m almost disappointed by this, but that’s my body whining. I know what I really want.
And on the last problem, he finishes and turns the vibrator off, and I say “sub i.”
“x sub i”
“Oh! Shit!” He grabs the remote defensively, and I grin at him, but take the dildo out and set it on the table.
“The question is whether you think the professor would take off for that,”
No professor in her right mind would, but this boy’s a freshman and they can still be terrorized.
“Hands behind the chair” I take out the rope. He looks panicky. “Would the professor take off for that kind of mistake?”
“Are you sure?” I tie him up. I forego the striptease again on purpose, deciding this way’s more fitting, and bare myself before him proudly, daring him to hope for release.
And on that question mark, I go down on him, undoing his buckle, button, and fly in one smooth motion, practically dragging his pants off him this time, I’m so eager. His cock tastes wonderful, and I begin to forget myself for a moment until I realize he’s close. I ease off him, this time, wanting him to stay hard for me,
“Please… Emily,” stressing every syllable of my name as I get up and walk back to the table to grab the vibrator. I straddle his thighs with the control in one hand and the dildo in the other, and I slide it into me, turning it to my favorite position. He’s so stunned now, he can’t really say anything, and I work the vibrator harder and harder. Pleasure is coming in waves, and his thighs feel electric where they touch me. I hold his head against my breast as the first wave of orgasm strikes me and cry out as I lose control and come. One, two, three waves of force threaten to take me off his lap, and I pull the vibrator out. I let it fall to the ground, and I grind my wet pussy against him.
“Perfect.” I manage to say between waves, and I lift myself up slightly and bare down on his cock at the height of my pleasure.
“Oh fuck yes!” he exclaims as he realizes he’s inside me finally and I pound the fact home to him in long, slow thrusts. I fuck him. I fuck him and as I feel him getting closer, I reach behind and undo the knots binding his wrists. I want to feel him grab me by the hips and pound my ass against his thighs as he comes for me.
Maybe it lasts a minute. Maybe an hour. I see lights behind my eyes every time I envelope him. Then his grip on my hips becomes unbreakable as he thrusts up against me and I thrust down just as hard. “Emily!” he exclaims, and the last syllable becomes an “aagh” and I thrust into it, holding him tight, and feeling him come.
It’s fifteen minutes later, and we’ve moved to the bed. I reach down to see if he’s coming around again. As I feel his cock leap to life, he grins and says “Thanks. I’m never going to fail a math test again.”