THE TUTORING SESSION, TAKE TWO aka SOOKIE'S REVENGE

I hoped Amelia was right and this would work. If it didn't…well, I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. I remember blushing as I told her what happened on the soccer field, and then in the library. She said that our next tutoring session would be the perfect place, since we'd be in private, but also in public, so he couldn't escape as easily.

There wasn't much to her plan. I was to simply turn Eric on like he was doing to me…except I was the one who was going to leave him in a frustrated state. Over the last few days, both Amelia and Bill had coached me on doing certain things that would definitely get his "attention". It wasn't that I needed help in attracting the guy. But I was playing against the Master and needed a few pointers. I just had to make sure I didn't get too nervous.

So that's were I was now on Friday afternoon. I was sitting in the same private study room at the library waiting for Eric…and he was almost ten minutes late. I purposely dressed more provocative today. I had on a white button down cotton shirt with a black lace bra underneath. I also had on a black silk vest that I wore over top. I wanted Eric to be able to see my bra through the shirt, just not everyone else. I was wearing a black pleated miniskirt, which flared at the bottom, a pair of white lace thongs and black strappy sandals. The only jewelry I had on was a silver necklace with an interesting shaped pendant hanging from it. It was black and white smooth stone and was shaped like a stretched S.

I had just about given up hope of him showing up when he burst through the door, apologizing through his pants about being held up. Oh boy, I steeled myself as I watched his chest heave in and out while he caught his breath. It was the most delicious sight I ever saw.

"Freaking Bill made me late, sorry." Internally, I smiled and thanked Bill, because Eric was a little worked up now.

I quickly put on my stern face. "Hey, it doesn't bother me. I'm not the one who needs to graduate this year. If you'd rather sink your English grade, that's up to you. By the way, why aren't you doing well in English? You're very bright you know."

He plopped down next to me, pulled out his assignment from his notebook, and slammed it down on the table. "You don't have to help me. I could just find another tutor."

Wow, he was really wound up. I wonder what Bill said to him to make him like that. Oh well, it didn't matter. It would only serve my purpose in the end. But first, I really did have to get through this session with him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Let me see what you wrote." I leaned over and gave him a nice view as I reached down in my bag for a red pen. I had already undone the top two buttons of my blouse to reveal some cleavage and as I straightened up, I removed my vest.

I could have sworn I heard a little gasp escape his lips. I guess he saw something he liked. As we worked, I did my usual flirting…playing with the end of the pen in my mouth, twirling my hair; anything I could do to draw attention to certain parts of my anatomy.

It was nearing the end of our session, when I made my move. I had kicked my bag to the other side of my chair while we worked. Now, I bent down and pretended to look for something.

I made a frustrated noise and rummaged through my bag. "I know that thing is in here somewhere. Where the heck is it?"

"What are you looking for?" He was trying to peer over my shoulder. Whether he was interested in what I was looking for, or angling for a better view, remained to be seen.

I stood up and pushed the chair back. Then I bent down at the waist slowly and continued to rummage through my bag. Oh, this was delicious. He had the perfect view of my ass. It was practically in his face, and my skirt had ridden up very high on my thighs as I took a slightly wider stance to balance myself.

I began to take a couple of books out, making sure it looked like I was still searching for something, when I propped my left knee up on my chair. Not only did this flare out my skirt more, but my legs were now spread wide open.

Giving what I thought was an appropriate amount of time, I put the books back in the bag. "Oh well, I guess I left it at home."

"Wha…what were you looking for?" I turned around and almost fell over laughing. He was most certainly flustered at the view I was giving him.

"It's nothing." I sat down in the chair, but kept my legs spread open some. "Anyway, so what are you and Bill doing tonight? Amelia and Sam are going to the movies. I'm not sure what Pam is doing."

As we talked, I toyed with the pendant hanging between my breasts and made short gentle strokes over the skin. I licked my lip seductively. "Eric, did you hear me?"

The man was one raging hormone, and looking down at his shorts, it was very evident. He had on a pair of black shorts with white racing stripes up each side, and an orange t-shirt with the university logo. His hair was tousled, but beautiful as always.

"Hmm, what? Oh, yeah, um…I'm not sure what I'm doing tonight." He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"Is something wrong Eric? You look a little peaked. You're not coming down with something are you?"

I reached out and stroked his cheek gently with my fingers. I then lightly pressed my palm to his cheek and the back of my hand to his forehead. Then I leaned in very close to his face and reached around and placed my hand around the curve of his neck.

"Uh, Sookie…what are you doing?" His hand rested on my wrist and stilled it.

"I was just checking to see if you had a fever. You know, when I was little, my parents used to check if I had a fever like this." I made like I was going to kiss his lips, and then curved my face upwards and placed a tender kiss on his forehead, allowing my lips to linger there.

"Sookie…" His voice was a soft whisper and his free hand wrapped around my waist.

His other hand left my wrist and skimmed my upper thigh until it reached the hem of my skirt.

I leaned back and saw that his eyes had been closed and his lips were parted slightly. The first thing I did was remove his hand from my thigh. He opened his eyes at the sensation of being touched and smiled. I knew he was about to try and turn the tables around just by that look.

"You have something on your lip. Here, let me get it off for you." Eric's thumb gently wiped my lower lip a couple of times and then he finished by sliding his index finger over it. Uh-huh Mister…this was my turn.

My lips parted and my tongue jetted out to moisten the tip of his finger. Here goes nothing. I closed my eyes and enveloped his finger in my warm, wet mouth and slid my lips all the way down to the base and back up again…very slowly. After a few passes, I increased the sucking pressure and moaned around it.

When I opened my eyes, he was wide-eyed and in shock. I stopped mid suck and reached for his other fingers. Quicker than you could say 'jack rabbit', I pulled his middle finger into my mouth as well. Now I was staring right into his eyes as I sucked on both of his fingers long and hard.

He stood up while I continued and shifted his weight, looking ever so uncomfortable. I stood up too and pulled his fingers out of my mouth, kissing the tips of them before dropping them.

I found the hem of his shorts and played with the elastic a bit before boldly sliding them down to the ground leaving only his briefs in place. His face flushed pink, "Um, Sookie…what are you doing?"

On my way back up to standing I made it a point to hold onto his thighs for balance, and…oops, my thumbs accidentally got too close to his protrusion. Silly thumbs.

I looked into his eyes, "Isn't this what you wanted?" I said, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and letting it fall open. In for a penny, in for a pound. I unhooked the front clasp of my bra, and for the first time ever, exposed my breasts to him.

"Eric…" I moaned as my fingers dusted over my nipples, encouraging them to grow harder.

He reached out to help me, but I playfully swatted his hands away. "No, I just want you to watch."

With one arm, I reached over to the table and shoved his papers onto the floor, and then walked over to one of the side walls and rested my back against it. He slowly sat down on the edge of the desk, as I continued my ministrations to my breasts and nipples.

I let one hand trail down my stomach to the hem of my skirt, and inch-by-inch, I gathered up the fabric between my fingers. My hips were moving in lazy circles as my other hand reached down and palmed my mound through the lace.

I moaned his name a few more times, as I began to pleasure myself, and hey, it felt good too. His eyes never left my body and I watched as his hand came up and rested on his now very strained buldge.

Bingo! I had him right where I wanted him. Suddenly I got a very bad, very wicked idea. I stopped what I was doing and walked forward to him. I placed my fingers over top of his hand, which was now rubbing is probably painful erection. "Give me your hands Eric."

I pulled them up over his head and pushed him back so that he was lying on the table with his legs dangling over the side. I walked around to his head as he eyed me suspiciously, but since he was probably thinking I was going to straddle him, he stretched out his arms and let them hang lazily above his head.

I picked up my vest and twisted one side around his wrists, binding them together. With the other side, I yanked the material down and looked for something I could secure it to. The table was wooden, but luckily it had a drawer on this end with an open handle. I tied the material to it and tugged, making sure he couldn't get lose.

Was I really going to do this? Of course I was. Who was I kidding? When was I ever going to get another chance like this? Besides, considering he didn't flinch when I tied his wrists together, I suspected that this wasn't the first time it had been done to him.

I stroked his cheeks with my fingers and he cocked an eyebrow at me, a sly grin on his face. "So, now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?"

I kissed him as I ran my hands down over his shirt and to the elastic of his briefs. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…here goes nothing, or is it everything.

My fingers brushed over his bulge and he groaned into my mouth. I felt his length twitch beneath my hand as I palmed his groin. By the sounds I heard, he was pulling at his binding, trying to get free.

"Mmm, Eric. The things I want to do to you, it blows my mind." As I emphasized a certain word my palm massaged him through his underwear. He was hard as granite. His hips thrust up into my hand harder and I pulled away and pretended to gasp in shock.

I cupped his face with my hand and pulled it towards me. I wanted to look into his eyes when I spoke to him. I wasn't angry, so I used a playful scolding voice and shook my head.

"Eric, Eric, Eric. You've been such a naughty boy playing with me and my emotions like that. Don't you think you deserve to be punished?"

The lust radiating from his eyes was palpable and he nodded emphatically. He couldn't even speak. I leaned down and kissed him feverishly one last time before backing up. His eyes were still closed, probably waiting for me to do something else to him.

I rehooked my bra and buttoned up my blouse again. As I rounded the table by his head, I tousled his hair and whispered, "Keep your eyes closed, baby. I have a surprise for you."

He nodded and I quickly gathered my books and notes. I picked up my bag and his shorts and stood by the door.

"Eric, open your eyes." His smile quickly faded into confusion and then anger.

"Sookie, what the hell?"

I held up his shorts, my playful tone switching to annoyance. "Mister, the next time you want to play with someone like that, play with yourself."

He watched in disbelief as I walked out of the room with his shorts in my hand, leaving him tied to the table in his t-shirt and underwear, a string of obscenities following behind. I handed the shorts to Bill, who was waiting on the other side of the door. We agreed he was to meet me here at the end of my session.

I told him what happened and what I did. Bill patted me on the shoulder and said that he was proud of me, and that he couldn't wait to go in and see him like that.

We pressed our ears to the door and could still hear him cursing and struggling to get free. I couldn't help but snigger at him. We stood there laughing and talking for a few more minutes before Bill finally went into the room.

As I turned to leave laughing my ass off in triumph, I heard Bill howling and a very loud, "Fuck…" coming from the room.

AN: I hope you liked Sookie's little revenge. I'm very proud of her for taking such a bold stance with him. She's not shy by any means, but wow, she really gave it all she got. :-)

I know a few of you were upset that she let off some frustration with Bill. Even though Bill does like her, he also realizes that she loves Eric and will help her any way that he can. He values her friendship too much to screw (ha-ha) her over like that. Don't worry, no more BSN :-)

On a sadder note, there are only 2 more chapters left. I know, I'm sad too. I'm only letting you know now to prepare yourself, so please don't ask me to keep writing it. As much as we have enjoyed player Eric, there are only so many games he can play with her before she either loses her mind and kicks him in the balls, or jumps his bones and has her way with him. I prefer option two LOL.