Wlw smut

Tutor

This one is WAYYYY longer than usual

Sierras POV
The day went by swiftly, and soon I was in my car, getting ready to head home when my phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, is this Sierra G?" a woman asked.
"Indeed it is," I replied—ugh, I sounded like such a dork.

"Sorry to call on such short notice, but I have a daughter who's... not really the studying type," she explained. "I could really use your help."

"No problem. What grade is she in?" I asked.

"She's a senior," she replied.
"A senior? Like... in high school?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah. You know what—I get it," she sighed. "You're a kiddie tutor."

Did this lady just call me a KIDDIE tutor,

"A kiddie tutor?" I scoffed. "You know what—fine. I can do it. How soon do you need me?"

"Can you start tonight?" she pleaded. "I'll pay extra."

"Deal," I said. "Just send over the address."

The conversation ended just as quickly as it started.

Around five I headed over to the house, it was large and obviously expensive— surprised it wasn't in a gated neighborhood.

I parked my car outside and headed to the house, in these moments I saw no red flags nor signs I should turn back.

Up until I knocked on the door, I waited a second before a blonde girl greeted me. I recognized that hair that smile and those eyes.

"Azzi?" I said taking a step back, "You know my name?" She asked, I sighed forgetting how forgettable I was.

"We have like half of our schedule together." I groaned "I literally sit next to you in science."

"Ohhh." She laughed "Sierra? You're that nerdy girl."

"I'm not nerdy." I rolled my eyes "If anything I'm just highly educated.

Azzi laughed at me once again, as I stood there silently.

"Sorry that was just the funniest thing I've ever heard." She said gaining her composure, "Can I come in?" I sighed.

"Hell no." She leaned against the door frame her messy blonde hair framing her face perfectly, was I admiring Azzi Thompson?

The girl who's done nothing but overlook me and on occasion ask for answers. "Are you gonna say something," She asked "Or just stand and stare?"

I cleared my throat, "Where's Ms Thompson?" I questioned, "She's busy." She snapped.

Before I said anything her mom came to the door, "Ms Thompson!" I called her over.

"Sierra Grace." I introduced myself with a smile, "Oh Azzi I forgot to tell you." Ms Thompson said, "She's your tutor."

Azzi groaned, but before she could say anything, her mother invited me in.

"Mom," Azzi said.

"Azzi," her mother replied.

Azzi rolled her eyes. "Can we at least study upstairs?" she asked.

"Fine," her mother said.

Azzi led me upstairs to her bedroom. She opened the door, and I stepped inside. She shut it behind me.

"Where should I sit?" I asked.

"Well, first, can you take off your shoes?" she said, sitting down.

I did as she asked, then joined her on the bed. I pulled out a few textbooks, some pencils, and a spare notebook.