More Than A Tutor

chapter 8

Tristans POV

The bell rings signaling the end of the school day and I couldn't be happier. I make my way to the locker rooms and slide on my practice gear, this years season was going to be great. Even though I'm a junior I'm the starting quarterback for the varsity team and already getting contacted by colleges.

Golden Valley has won state every year for the past 10 years and I plan on making sure we make it too 11. Just as I was heading out to the field the principal, Mr. A, stands right in front of me. I stop in my tracks confused on why he is here, he never shows up to practices just to games. "Mr. Johnson may I have a word with you in my office before practice." He says and gestures me to follow him.

"What for?" I ask.

"Just follow me and we can discuss it please." I reluctantly follow knowing the faster I get this over with the faster I get back on the field. We make our way into his office and I take a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk. "I brought you in here to discuss your grades Mr. Johnson. I know we just started the new semester but I don't want you to fall behind and you really can't afford to fail any more classes if you want to continue football."

"What do you mean they aren't that bad?" I protest.

"They aren't right now but you are doing worse and worse each semester and your parents and I are worried it will be really bad soon. So to prevent that you will be seeing a tutor two to three times a week after your practices. You are lucky that a spot just opened up."

"I don't need a tutor, I'll get my own grades up."

"If you want to continue to play football you will see a tutor unless you want to give that up?" By now I am fuming I don't need a tutor and I'm doing fine in my grades.

"Here is her number text her and come up with a schedule, I will be checking with her to make sure you are keeping up on your work and actually showing up. Your first session is tomorrow after school since you have no training, you can figure the rest out with her and find what works for you both."I snatched the paper out of his hand and walk back to my practice already annoyed as hell. I already spend enough time in this shit hole and now they want me to spend even more of my life here, bullshit.

Once I got to the field the team was about halfway done with training. Coach just throws me into a drill without really explaining what's happening and I'm kinda lost and honestly my mind is all over the place. I couldn't imagine not playing football but I hate school so much. The rest of training went by in a blur and all I know was I did absolute shit. Got sacked more times than I can count, only threw like four completions. I needed to get out of my head in order to prepare for the game on Friday night.

I hop in my car and drive home to my empty house. Both my parents are out on their business trip in London, I've had the house to myself for about four days and I'll have it too myself for another week. I would have thrown a party but my parents installed cameras in the living room after the last one I threw.

I order some Chinese food to be delivered to the house and turn on the tv, I'm mindlessly flipping through the channels and I can't find anything decent so I just give up. I think about texting a girl or something and see if she would want to come over but I'm done with all the girls from my school. They were just so fake and boring they didn't do anything to me anymore.

After scrolling through social media for a while I get bored and decide to search up some people and do a little stalking. For no reason at all I start typing Emma into the Instagram search bar. Instantly a bunch of blonde popular girls accounts pop up but I scroll some more until I find a profile picture with brown hair.

Clicking on her account I expect to see some nerdy, cringe shit or even just a blank page. But to my surprise she actually has a couple posts and all of them were pretty nice. She is pretty when she try's I'll give her that, but pretty in a nerd or dork way, she's no we're close to hot though. Although I really liked a photo of her holding a cup of coffee, a hoodie over her head, her knees to her chest and a bright smile on her face.

Just when I starting to admire the freckles on her cheeks I am interrupted by the knocking of the delivery man. I hand him some cash and he gives me my food and I eat my dinner by myself at the kitchen island.

I make my way up to my bathroom and start the water quickly rinsing off my body and washing my hair. Once I'm out I throw on a pair of baggy boxers and lay on my bed. At first I try to sleep but I can't seem to relax and my other brain has a different idea which I decide to give into.

I grab my phone and go to the my private browser and try looking for something to watch while I help myself out. Once I find some generic video I pull down my boxers and grab my already hard dick. I start to stroke it slowly as the video builds up. I'm just listening to the girl on the video moan and scream and it imagine someone else with my eyes closed. At first it was blank but then I see her face, Emma's face. I open my eyes back up shake my head and continue to move my hand up and down my length, closing my eyes again being meet with the same image of Emma in that big hoodie, this time instead of her hands around the coffee cup she is around me pumping her hands up and down on my cock and looking back at me with those green eyes. I speed up my pace as I continue to imagine Emma giving me a hand job and I my whole body twitches as I cum.

With my breathing heavy I grab my towel from the night stand and wipe myself off and throw it in the dirty clothes but miss terribly. Shit what was that, why was I imagining Emma of all girls giving me a hand job. She's probably never given a hand job in her life, I could have imagined any one of the girls who have actually given me a hand job but no my stupid brain had to think of her. I just wanted to get off though so it didn't mean anything to me.