THE TUTORING SESSION

I don't know who I was madder at; Amelia for suggesting I do it, me for actually doing it, or Eric for catching on and turning it to his favor. Whoever it was, I had to set that aside today. I had one morning class and then a tutoring session. I had signed up with the English department to be a tutor this year, but was grateful that they hadn't assigned anyone to me…until now. I don't know who it was, but I was supposed to help them in English composition.

Right now, though, I was sitting in my history class, not paying attention. My mind kept drifting to last Friday night on the field. The way his mouth felt against my skin, the way his fingers moved across my stomach, the way his body felt pressed against me. I could even hear him calling my name… Miss Stackhouse, Miss Stackhouse. Wait, why would he call me Miss Stackhouse?

I shook my head and realized the professor was calling on me. Talk about being embarrassed that I didn't even hear the question let alone know the answer, and now everyone knew that my attentions were elsewhere. As soon as class let out I picked up my books and made a b-line out of there.

I had just enough time to grab a quick bite at the Annex and get to the library for the tutoring session. I thought maybe one of the private rooms there would be quiet enough for us to work in.

I set my books in the room and went to the restroom and checked my appearance. I had on a comfy pair of jeans, sandals, and a blue pinstripe button-down shirt. I was perfectly presentable as a tutor. I made my way back through the stacks and saw that the door was ajar. Apparently, my pupil had arrived and was waiting in the room.

I took a deep breath and walked through the door and got a good look at my student. Oh god! This cannot be happening!

"What are you doing here," we both managed to say at the same time.

"You first Eric. Is this some kind of game? What are you doing here?" After the initial shock wore off, I was a little pissed.

"I'm waiting for my English tutor. What are you doing here?" He cocked his head to the side and all I could think about was running my tongue up that delicious column of a neck of his.

I grimaced. "I guess that makes me your tutor." I could already see the corners of his mouth curling up into a grin.

I sat down next to him, uncomfortably I might add, and laid out my lesson plan. I didn't mind tutoring someone, but this was awkward at its finest. When a student was assigned a tutor, they had to come prepared with a short essay already written so I could critique their work. In order to have him reassigned I had to present a good reason to the department as to why, so I decided to suck it up and help him. I knew he wasn't doing well in English, and he needed to pass with a decent grade in order to graduate.

"Do you have your essay?" He reached in his bag and pulled something out. I took a moment to see he was wearing gray sweatpants and a black tank top. His golden blond main was cut a bit shorter, so he must have gone for a haircut this past week.

He slid a piece of paper over to me and our fingers grazed slightly as I reached for it. The touch sent electricity shooting through my body to just about every erogenous zone I had. I shifted again in the seat.

As I read his essay, I was also thinking about this situation. Maybe this was a second chance at my attempt from last Friday. I was in control now. I was the teacher and he was the student. Hmm, yes… this had possibilities.

I shifted the paper over between us and reached down into my bag for a red pen. I didn't really need it, but it allowed him to look down at me, and straight down my blouse. I sat up slowly.

"Shall we begin?" His head popped up quickly and I knew where his eyes had been. Oh this was going to be delicious.

For the next ten minutes I went over the essay, pointing out places where he could have expanded on the subject. He also seemed to have trouble with the flow of content and connecting paragraphs. Mmm, I could help him with the connection and flow of something.

I was trying to get my point across to him about one particular sentence when I tapped the pen against my lips. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching the pen closely. My lips parted and I bit down on the cap while "absentmindedly" rolling the pen against my bottom lip and tongue.

I gave it a sufficient amount of time. "Eric. Eric did you hear me?" I turned and put the pen down.

"What, hmm? What did you say?" Poor guy, he looked a little confused, I chuckled to myself.

"I asked if you could think of another way to say this sentence." I really was still trying to tutor him, sort of.

Another ten minutes passed and I had been playing with my collar or touching his fingers gently, just to get a rise out of him. At one point I glanced at his crotch. Oh, I was definitely getting a rise out of something.

We only had about ten more minutes left, so I pulled out the big guns, so-to-speak.

"Whew, it does get a little stuffy in these rooms, doesn't it?" I fanned myself with my hand and reached up to my blouse and unbuttoned the first button.

I looked up into his eyes. "Eric, are you okay? You seem a little flushed?" I smiled at him as I undid a second button.

"You know, we're almost at the end of our session. Maybe we should just end it early?" I grinned somewhat sated in victory after last Friday.

He stood up and walked over to the door. At first I thought he was going to walk out, but my eyes widened when I saw him turn the lock on the door. He spun around and leered at me.

"Oh no. My lesson may be ending Miss Stackhouse. But yours…yours is just beginning."

Oh crap!

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"Um, I'm not sure what you're getting at Eric. We're here to work on your English. You want to graduate this year right?" I leaned down and threw my books into my bookbag, don'tlookintohiseyes…don'tlookintohiseyes…I kept repeating over and over.

Too late. I looked up and he was leaning on the other side of the desk, his palms flat and his arms taught and I could see the large vein running up each arm.

He looked down at me and a felt a burning rush to my cheeks and other places. I'm sure my blush was evident and he just smirked at me. I was a little pissed at myself again for doing what I did. I didn't need to stoop to his level.

Unfortunately, my lips moved faster than my brain, and before he could say anything, I quipped, "Besides, there isn't anything you could possibly teach me."

I regretted those words the minute they came tumbling out. I cringed and grabbed my bag and started to walk towards the door. He came up behind me and pushed me (not hard), into the door and crushed his body up against me. I could feel him grinding into my backside and his breath next to my ear.

"Oh, I think there's plenty I could teach dear one. You just laid down the gauntlet. Now I'm picking it up."

He spun me around and pushed me back into the door, grinding his hips into me again. His eyes were hooded with lust. "You think you can challenge me and then leave?"

My eyes were closed and my lips were trembling. I wasn't sure if I was scared of what he was going to do, or scared of how I was reacting, which was thoroughly aroused. "Open your eyes, Sookie. Look at me."

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and his lips were right at eye level. He stroked my left cheek with his right hand and his fingers trailed down my neck and rested on the first closed button of my shirt. My head was tilted and he lowered his lips to my ear.

His whispered breath against my ear sent shivers down my body. "Do you want me?" My eyes widened.

He pulled me around swiftly and pushed my back down onto the table. He bent over me with one hand resting on the desk. His free hand stroked my delicately exposed skin and he unbuttoned the next button.

"I know you do. Do you know why? Because I can feel it. I can feel your skin trembling beneath my touch. Your smooth skin dances to my beat."

He pushed my legs apart and I closed my eyes. I could feel his groin right up against mine and it took every ounce of self control not to wrap my legs around him and grind. He unbuttoned another button and his fingers glided over the soft swells of my breasts.

His thumb flicked over each pink lace-covered nipple, and a soft moan emitted from between my parted lips. He leaned forward even further now, and I could feel his hot breath on the front of my neck. He placed an open mouth kiss there and he flattened his tongue against the hollow of my throat. As he pulled back, he blew a stream of cool air across the wet spot and I shuddered and gasped under him.

As his lips trailed down to meet the lacy pink edges, his fingers deftly finished unbuttoning my shirt completely. He pushed the material aside and his fingers made the flesh over my stomach dance to his tune. Oh yes, he was the Master of manipulation, and right now he was manipulating me like a puppet on a string. My hips involuntarily began to move against him and I could feel his hardened length press against me. It was as if our hips were now entwined in the same dance as his fingers.

"Sookie…" I heard him moan into the valley between my breasts. I opened my eyes and watched as his tongue flicked out over the lace, sending shockwaves through my nipple and down to my now swollen nub. He mouthed it through the lace and I all but came off the table. The hand that was playing with my stomach held me down.

He moved to the other nipple and did the same thing as I heard the unmistakable sound of a button popping on my jeans, and then felt the zipper give way. He moved back from me and I whimpered from the loss of touch. I knew he wasn't through with me though. God, I just wanted to fuck him right here in the library and damn whoever heard or saw us.

His mouth replaced his fingers on my stomach and the combination of his hot mouth and wet tongue made me squirm. His hand reached down and palmed my mound through my jeans and I involuntarily began to grind against it. I was on fire and he was the only water source for miles around. I closed my eyes and gave into the sensations he was producing.

I knew my climax was near. I could feel it, and I wanted it. I wanted him to feel me come. Suddenly he backed away and I waited for him to touch me again. I was craving his fingers, his mouth, everything. But I got nothing. I was literally panting with desire for him. Finally I took a chance and opened my eyes.

I regained my focus and glanced around the room. I was the only one there. Just me…blouse unbuttoned, jeans unzipped…I was completely exposed, and he had just left me there, aching and wanting. Fuck!

I rested my head against the table for a moment, catching my breath and then sat up. I righted myself with my clothes and ran my fingers through my hair. I gathered my books and hurried out of the library and back to the house as fast as possible.

Sam and Bill were there with Amelia when I entered. "Hey girl, you okay?" she asked as I dropped my bag. "You look a little flushed."

"No I'm okay," I said somewhat breathless from walking so fast. "What are you guys doing?"

Bill spoke up first. "Nothing. We're getting ready to watch a movie after studying for an exam on Monday. We were just waiting for the pizza. You wanna join us?"

I thought about it for a minute. It probably wasn't a good idea, given my current state of frustration and lack of release thereof. "Probably not. You guys have fun. I'm going up to my room to study."

Just then, a voice from behind startled me and I pivoted around. "But Sookie, you're going to miss a good movie."

Eric was standing in front of me with a knowing and mischievous look on his face. I glared at him, once again reminding myself to how screwed I was, and he knew it.

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AN: Man is this girl seriously frustrated by now or what? hehehe. Next chapter is going to be a short chapter (no teasing though... I know, you're disappointed... but Sookie needs time to recuperate to get her game on LOL) I promise... she will get her revengs bwahahaha.