The Tutor

While Ryan was cleaning his dorm room. The phone started ringing. Ryan ran to the phone hoping it was his teacher and she was going to cancel tonight's tutor meet. He really didn't feel like doing extra studying tonight. "Hey Ryan. Me and a bunch of friends are going to the pub. Do you want to come?", Ryan was asked by his friend. "I can't come out, I have to study for my test tonight, sorry man". Ryan said to his friend on the phone. "Since when do you have a tutor?", his friend asked?. "Well my mother would freak id I failed my class's, and well cut my money down, So the principle told me to contact Mrs.. Weiler" He answered. "Whoa I never knew that. At lease she's kind of hot" His friend joked. "That's true, but she's also married and my teacher", Ryan laughed,"Well I have to go, I will call you when I'm done". "See ya". Ryan hung up the phone, and continued tidying up his room. His teacher was supposed to be there in a few mins. He did kind of have a crush on her. Mrs.. Weiler was the typical mid 30's married reserved teacher. Didn't offer allot of info, and usually only talked about her school teachings. So you could say she was pretty boring. Shortly after he was done cleaning Ryan heard a knocking at his door. 'Oh man' He said to himself. He ran over and let Mrs. Weiler in. "Wow, Ryan. This has got to be the cleanest dorm room I have ever been in", She exclaimed as she walked in. "Thank you Mrs. Weiler" As he handing her his chair and he sat on his bed. Ryan thought to him self as his teacher was taking out her notebooks. He noticed that her hair was down. He never seen her with her hair down. And it made her so much prettier. All of a sudden he felt his crush grow a little as well as something else. She was wearing a button up white blouse and a red knee length skirt. Her legs were always topped with nice 3 inch heels, what you would call 'Do Me Pumps'. "Now how about we begin with the lesson?" She asked Ryan. "Sure what ever area you would like to start first, its fine with me. You are the teacher." He smiled as he thought that tonight might not be that bad. Mrs.. Weiler Was going on and on. She was explaining, showing diagrams and making Ryan take notes in his book. But all he could think about was how much hotter she was becoming every min. "Ryan?, Ryan!?" "Yes Mrs. Weiler?" He answered noticing she sounded rather stern. "You weren't paying attention were you? How are you going to learn this, if your not listening to me?". Mrs. Weiler asked. "I am sorry Mrs. Weiler I must have been in a daze. I was up late last night, and it was pay attention. I wont let it happen again Mrs.". Ryan promised. "Well Ryan I don't want to have to fail you. I know your mother wouldn't be to happy with you. She told me before, if you didn't keep your grades up she was going to cut the amount of money she was sending you, right?", asked Mrs. Weiler. "Yeah it's very important to me, that I need to pass your class. I will try harder" pleaded Ryan. The toughness of Mrs. Weiler was actually turning him on that he started to feel himself get hard in his pants. Feeling aroused it was even harder to pay attention to school work only. "How about you get your project and show me what you have done so far?", Mrs. Weiler said as she pointed towards a pile of paper on his desk. Ryan got up. And when he stood up he noticed he had a huge bulge in his pants. "Oh my, Ryan?" She said as she face to face with his bulge as he stood up.

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