Amanda told me I should meet her in room 105, but when I got there it was empty. I waited for a few minutes and then I went to the office. “She’s supposed to be having a free period right now,” Mrs. Grayson, the secretary, said after consulting the schedules on her computer. Another person in the office, a young man, said, “Amanda Bouevier? I think I heard Dr. Coxslanger say something about giving her special tutoring for senior studies.”

“Where would that be?” I asked.

The fellow chuckled, smirked, and said, “All the senior studies projects will be in the new annex. But it hasn’t been officially opened yet.”

I got further directions from Mrs. Grayson and set off for the new annex.

The floors gleamed. Clearly this section of the school hadn’t seen much foot traffic. I went past four classrooms. The doors were shut, but by glancing through the door windows I could see these rooms were unoccupied. Then I came to the fifth door. It didn’t have a window. Probably locked, I thought, but I tried the handle, twisting it as gently as possible. The door opened. I stepped in. A dividing wall separated the entryway from the classroom proper. I could hear something. I stopped and listened. A voice. “Good girl, Amanda. Yes, just like we went over yesterday. No hands. Yes, just like we practiced yesterday. Keep your eyes on me. Excellent. Oh, Amanda, I think ... Oh, you’re going to make me ... you’re going to make me...” Then an exhalation. A quivering moan. I retraced my steps, closing the door softly behind me, and I went back to room 105.

Amanda showed up not too many minutes later. “Hi,” she said brightly. “I’m not too late, am I?”

“No, I was probably just a little early,” I said. “So how was school? Did you learn anything interesting today?”

“Oh, just the usual,” she said.

I noticed a spot of something white and creamy on her chin. “You’ve got—” I started to say, moving my hand toward the spot, but Amanda’s finger beat me to it. She swiped it up and between her lips and swallowed, all the while looking into my eyes. She stepped towards me, into my arms. She stood on her toes, her lips inches from mine. We didn’t kiss. Not at first. She just looked at me, her eyes deeply lewd, feverish, salacious. “Oh god, Mat, I’m so ready to be fucked,” she said. Then we kissed.

Special Tutoring Report

Subject: Amanda Bouevier

Session #6 Notes:

Amanda continues to demonstrate great progress and amazing aptitude. Today we reviewed the no-hands technique. Amanda showed initiative by pulling down the bodice of her blouse so the scoop-neck snagged just below her nipples. For an 18-year-old, Amanda has small breasts, but her nipples came quickly and fully erect, and remained so throughout the session. Through a combination of airy whispers and lightest licking, Amanda revealed a firm grasp of the subject. Using her lips and mouth and tongue to perfection, she orchestrated a finely tuned crescendo culminating in a more than satisfying climax.

Recommendations:

Amanda is ready for the next step.