Welcome to the second adventure in the Tutorverse. In our last chapter, to quote one of my lovely reviewers, "the virgin made a pact with the devil." This is what happens next.


Chapter 2: Lesson the First

"Quadratic equations serve absolutely no purpose in life. Polynomials. Permutations. Solving for that damn elusive X. I miss when math actually meant something," Chuck Bass grumbled.

Being surrounded by math notes and text books was considerably less inspiring to him than his usual well aged scotch and underage twins. Still, if his father were serious about his threat of military school—and he had no reason to believe the coldblooded bastard wasn't—Chuck was going to have to figure out this mathematical mess.

Salvation arose from the other side of the dining room table in the form of Blair Waldorf. "It's Pre-Calc. It has to lead to something, even if that something is just Calc I. Show me what you're doing." She pulled a chair up beside him.

Chuck sighed and dutifully demonstrated how he had arrived at his answer—or rather hadn't. Blair leaned in even closer, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and unconsciously biting her lower lip. "Here's what you need to do…," she began.

He tried to listen, he really did, but being this close to Blair Waldorf meant he could smell the faint strawberry scent of her shampoo and he could practically feel her silky stockings rub against his school uniform trousers. His mind went straight to how amazing kissing her the other day had been. Would it always be that transcendent, or had the shock of it all short-circuited his judgment?

"See what I mean?" She was looking at him now, and clearly expecting some sort of answer.

"Not really. Show me again?"

Blair sighed.

Just then, Dorota entered the room with a plate of tastefully arranged European-style pastries and two cups of steaming, aromatic coffee. The woman was a lifesaver, for sure. Except for the sideways look she gave him as she set down the cups. That implied she could be a life taker as well. The slight glare seemed to demand to know what he was doing there and warn him that it better not involve her charge losing her skirt. Ah, if she only knew…

Dorota seemed mollified by the presence of their homework assignments spread out on the table, but her warning look was enough to get Chuck back in the math game. This time, when Blair explained the process again, he listened carefully and tried to follow. His attempt met with limited success, but two more tries and it was slowly becoming comprehensible to him. He was able to finish the rest of the homework with much less struggle and a growing feeling of accomplishment.

"Wow, that was fast. I only wish my Statistics & Probability assignment was going as well. It's all story problems and none of the stories make any sense to me."

"Stats? Stats make perfect sense!"

"How does that make sense to you and quadratic equations don't? Here," she thrust her assignment toward him, "enlighten me, please."

He took the papers, read the problem aloud and immediately showed her which formula to use.

The answer came quickly and easily. "How are you such a wiz at this?"

He looked sheepish for a moment. "My dad's reports from Bass Industries. Business always involves analysis and speculation. I've always tried to read them and follow along. Not that he was in any way impressed by my efforts…."

"Well, I'm impressed." She flashed him a small smile.

"Miss Blair?" Dorota came back into the room, her little maid's cap off and her coat in hand. "If there's nothing else you need, I leave. Don't study too long," she looked meaningfully at Chuck.

"We're almost done. Thank you, Dorota."

When the elevator door slid closed, Blair turned back to Chuck. "Want to go upstairs and watch a movie? I know you're doing Jane Austen in Lit class this semester and I have several of the movies."

"Sure." He wondered if this was code for her part of their tutoring deal. He followed her up the winding staircase and into her room.

As she fiddled with the TV and DVD player, he took a moment to look around.

Her inner sanctum.

It was tasteful and tidy, just as he expected. The wall-size Marie Antoinette lent a flirty touch. And the bed, covered in designer bedding and a plethora of pillows, loomed large.

"My, what a big bed you have." The words rolled off his tongue before he could stop them.

"Take it easy over there, Big Bad." She rolled her eyes.

"Have we moved on to pet names now?" His voice was almost as mocking as the look in his eye.

"I just want to watch this movie." She unceremoniously plopped down on the floor, with her back resting against the foot of the bed.

He followed suit. "Really? You didn't have any other plans?" he whispered against her ear.

Her eyes flew to his and he was shocked by the terror he saw there.

"Blair…what's wrong? Because we don't have to do this….I can go…." He moved to get up and her hand shot out to grip his arm, her fingers wrapping around him and pulling him back, pulling him down until his face was close, oh so close, to hers. And then she was kissing him again.

Nope, it had not been a fluke. If anything, the intensity hit even faster this time and it didn't let up. This time it was her tongue that slid across his lips and engaged in a dance with his. He responded like a man who'd crawled a thousand miles through the dusty desert to finally find water. His arms came around her and he had no intention of ever letting her go.

Until she pulled up and looked up at him. "Am I doing something wrong?"

There was no hesitation on his part this time. "No, you're amazing. I could kiss you all night. In fact…." Chuck tried to go back to the point where their mouths were doing more important things than talking.

"Then, why, Chuck? Why does it have to be so complicated? So much work?"

"Work? Waldorf, you are looking at this all wrong. It's not about work; it's about pleasure."

"Pleasure?" she scoffed. "Right. Trying to figure out how to please my boyfriend so that he won't leave me."

Then it hit him. She really had no idea what he was talking about.

"Blair, have you ever had an orgasm?" The question was unexpectedly direct but gentle.

She sputtered. "Of course!" Then she paused. "I…I think I have."

"Orgasms are not something you think you have. If you've had one, you'd know." Seriously, his best friend must be the biggest fool in the world. His girlfriend was beautiful, smart, sexy and an amazing kisser….who didn't know if she'd ever had an orgasm. Did Nate not know the slightest thing about pleasuring a woman? Maybe Chuck was giving lessons to the wrong person in the relationship!

"Here, you need to relax." Chuck took Blair's hand and pulled her up. "Lie down on the duvet."

Blair looked skeptical.

"I'm just going to help you relax. Just a simple massage. Trust me."

She still looked skeptical, but she acquiesced and lay face down on her bed.

He straddled her thighs and started with her shoulders, his hands lightly smoothing over them before he began swirling rhythmic circles over them with increasing pressure. When his hands became entangled in her loose curls, he reluctantly pushed them to the side. The curls seemed wind themselves around his fingers, as if they didn't want to let him go.

Blair let out a little sigh. The only way this could feel any better was if she removed her shirt, and it was way too early in the lesson plan for that.

He worked his way down her spine, giving each vertebrae special attention. He was midway to the base of her spine when she made a little sound that was part sigh, part gasp, part cry and all bliss.

A grin broke out on his face as the sound traveled through his core, settling in his cock. He was now incredibly hard and all she'd done was make a little happy noise. This had been a very bad idea. Maybe she wouldn't notice?

She sighed and stretched, sinking further into the bedcovers as the stretch traveled down the length of her curves, finally resulting in her perfect derriere rising up to meet him. She could hardly miss it now, even through all the layers of clothing between their bodies.

Chuck gritted his teeth. This was torture and any minute now she was going to spring up, chastise him and throw him out of her bedroom.

But she didn't. Instead she made another little happy sound and asked, "Where did you learn to do that with your hands? And please don't tell me you were a geisha in another life."

"You know, you don't get nearly enough credit for your wit. Or your kisses." He placed a light kiss gently on the base of her spine. "The story does have something to do with a practitioner of the Asian art of massage, but I'll leave the rest of the details to your imagination."

"Thanks for that, but I think I'm incapable of thinking just now." She did another of her sexy stretches and moans.

He slid further back so as to gain some control over his sanity. She was killing him. And it only got worse. As he slid down, her already short skirt slid up, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings and a slice of creamy, silky thigh above them. He needed to touch her skin then, badly.

Distraction. He needed a distraction. He forced his hands up to her waist and slid them up her sides, over the material of her uniform shirt, lightly at first then more slowly with a deeper touch. What the hell was he thinking? He was so close to her breasts. If he slid his hands a few inches on either side, they would be in his hands. And while she wasn't exactly centerfold size, he knew they would be a perfect fit. Just the thought of running his hands over those curves, teasing the tips of her nipples with his fingers and tongue…it made him want to pull her close and ravish her. Great, now his cock was throbbing again.

He pulled away again, moving his massage to her upper arms. "Is m'lady more relaxed now?"

"Mmm, yes. I feel wonderful."

If he hadn't been so aroused, maybe he would've made a different choice. Maybe he would've been pleased by her innocent comment alone. Maybe he would've watched a movie with her. Or maybe he would've just gone home or out on the town.

But he did none of those things.

He leaned up and whispered in her ear, "Turn over."

If she hadn't been floating on a cloud of relaxation and good feelings, maybe she would've questioned his request. Maybe she would've gone downstairs and made some popcorn for their movie. Maybe she would've even remembered there was a movie….

But she didn't. Instead she twisted beneath him until they were face to face. And once they were face to face, there was really only one thing to do….

They kissed.

Without stopping, breathing or thinking.

And then they kissed some more.

Eventually his arms came from around her back and slid down her décolletage, skimming over her cleavage and coming to what was meant to be a brief stop at her tits. Damn, but they fit his hands as perfectly as he'd expected.

His touch was burning her. Even through the prim white blouse, the silky camisole and the lacy bra underneath, she could feel him and it wrung another little cry from her.

His answering moan only increased her desire. Was this what making out was supposed to feel like? Because she'd never felt like this with Nate.

Chuck's hands suddenly left her and she started to put up a mewl of protest when they again settled, this time on her hips and derriere. He cupped and caressed her as though he were worshipping some precious object. Her protest quickly turned into a sexy smile and a sigh of relief.

How much time passed, neither could've said, but eventually his hands dipped lower, under her skirt and onto the patterned stockings underneath. They traced the lacy strip at the top that held the hosiery to her thigh….and then his fingers were stroking the bare, tender skin on her upper thigh.

She let out a gasp and his eyes flew up to meet hers. They lay there for a moment, looking at each other, breathless and high on desire.

"Shh," he soothed. "I'm going to pleasure you, Blair. I'm going to show you how good it can be for you. May I?"

She nodded. "Show me," came out as a breathless whisper.

At her assent, he let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding and returned to the task at hand. Her skin was so soft, so smooth…he never wanted to take his hands off her perfect curves. Almost before he knew it, he'd reached the delicate lace barrier that was her panty line. He paused for a moment and lifted her skirt for a better view. The wisp of lavender lace that barely covered her was almost as exquisite as the skin it covered.

He raised an eyebrow. "So this is what you've been hiding under those schoolgirl skirts."

She flushed for a second, then gave him a surprisingly knowing smile.

Did he imagine it, or did she just give him a wink? He didn't stop to consider it, not with the lacy confection that was waiting for him. And once again he was worshipping her oh so perfect ass with his hands, eliciting little sounds that got even louder when he reached the convergence of her delicious thighs. He didn't hesitate, a finger slid under the silky barrier only to be tangled in the dark curls below.

They both gasped.

Heaven help him, she was wet. So wet. And he wanted so much to free his cock and plunge it into her depths, to completely explore the desire they were both experiencing. But this was for her; it was all about her. So he ignored the tightness in his groin and focused on adding another finger to the one that was gently massaging her sodden center.

A louder, bolder noise escaped her lips and for a moment it actually frightened her. She felt herself losing control of the situation. All that existed was his fingertips and the feelings they were inspiring in her.

And then those fingertips slipped inside her folds, skating on the lovely wetness her body was providing for him. Swirling and swirling, as her cries grew louder and he thought there was no sound more lovely in the world. Then his beautiful, elegant finger slid into her most secret of places, and possibly into her soul.

"Come for me, Blair," he coaxed. Her entire body responded, somehow almost coming off the bed and collapsing into it at the same time. She felt infused with color and warmth, as if she were flying through the air or through the stars. And she just screamed and held onto him for dear life. She never ever wanted it to end, even though she felt that she might die from it.

After a moment passed and she could feel the breath coming back into her body, she opened her eyes and looked down at him. His look of otherworldly elation matched hers.

He was right, damn him. She'd never experienced anything like that before. It wasn't the kind of thing one could forget.

Before she could recover enough to speak, he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead and then her lips. Then he whispered, "And that's with all your clothes still on. This is just the beginning. Before you can please someone else, you have to know what pleasure is. Thus ends the first lesson. Any questions?"

"Blair! BLAIR! Where are you?" The sound of her mother calling for her downstairs broke them out of their magic bubble.

Chuck jumped back and Blair sat bolt upright, leaping out of the bed and trying to smooth her hair and clothes into order.

"You didn't tell me she was coming home tonight!" Chuck accused.

"Because she's not supposed to be back until tomorrow afternoon. You stay here and be ready to slip downstairs as soon as I can get the coast clear," she hissed.

Then she was gone.

"Mother! How lovely you're back. Dorota has made the most wonderful pastries. Let's go into the pantry and sample some."

Chuck listened to the voices fade as they went down the hall on the lower level. Then he slunk down the stairs and grabbed his books and papers from the dining area. He slid on his Italian loafers and headed for the elevator.

The drive home seemed long. He kept replaying in his mind all the wonderful little (and not so little) noises she had made. He wished, quite uncharacteristically, that they had gotten a chance to talk after.

Suddenly a bell chimed on his phone. Ah, a text…from Blair?!

THKS FOR 2NITE. WHEN IS LESSON #2?

It couldn't be soon enough for him.

To Be Continued


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