Dreams of a Virgin

TUTOR OF LOVE

High school. When you spend so much time studying math and history, sometimes we forget to study life. And sometimes we get a reminder of it.

Junior year of high school. One week before finals. The time of year all high school students dreaded. Except me. I'd been getting straight A's all year.

Because I spent so much time on my grades, I had little time for anything else, like dances or dates. You could say I was a recluse.

That's why I was so surprised when Lindsay, the prettiest girl in the history of our school, approached me at my locker.

"You're Jeff, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Well, Mr. Wilhelm recommended you. You see," talking in a more seductive voice, "I'm having trouble in algebra."

"You? Get real."

"No, seriously. And I need a C on the final to pass. So, I was wondering, would you mind tutoring me this week?" She drags her fingers up and down my chest. "If I pass, maybe we could go out on a date. And the better I do, the more fun we'll have."

Swallowing in complete surprise, I responded, "Uhh. Sure, I could tutor you. When did you want to start?"

"How's Monday? The final's on Friday. This way, if I need it, we could meet more this week."

"Okay, Monday it is. See you then."

"Thanks." She messed up my hair before she left.

The rest of the day, I was a nervous wreck. The prettiest girl in the school wanted to go out with me? Who'd of thunk it?

Monday came. We met at her house. Her mom left us chocolate chip cookies to snack on.

"Okay. So, where do we start?" I couldn't help staring at her. She was wearing a tank top and short shorts.

"I'm having trouble with my factoring."

"Okay. That's one of my favorites."

"I can't tell which one to use when."

"Well, I can help you."

I made up some problems for us to start on.

"x squared - 25. This is a difference of two squares. It's easy to see because there are only two terms. You just take the square root of each term and arrange them as (x + 5) (x - 5)."

"That seems easy enough." She drew her chair closer.

"x squared - 6x + 9. This is a perfect square. The first and third terms are both squares. The middle term is twice the sum of the square roots of the first and third. It factors as (x - 3)2 because the sign of the middle term is minus."

"I see that now." I felt her foot brush up against my leg.

"x squared + 2x - 8. This is the hardest kind to factor. The first thing I write down is (x + )(x - ). I can tell that it is plus and minus because the sign of the last term is minus. If it was plus, it would be either both plus or both minus, depending on the sign of the middle term.

"Now, I look at the last term. I think of factors of 8. The difference must be 2. So, I use 4 and 2. Thus the answer would be (x + 4)(x - 2). I put it like this because of the middle term. The larger number goes with the sign of the middle term."

"Ooh. You're so smart." She grabbed my hand.

We worked on some more problems for a half hour.

"I think I get it now. Now, can you help me with my systems of equations?"

"Well, I think it would be better to work on that tomorrow. I wouldn't want to work on too much at once."

"Okay. You're the tutor. You know what's best. See you tomorrow." She hugged me on my way out. I started to feel a rise in my Levis.

The next day at school, she waved at me coyly whenever she saw me. I smiled back at her.

That evening, we worked on algebra for an hour. I thought she was ready for her final.

"Do you think you could come over Thursday night? I want to be sure I'm ready." She looked at me with those cute hound dog eyes. How could I say no?

Thursday, we touched on a little of everything. Now I knew she was going to ace this thing. She kissed me on the cheek as I left.

Day of the final. As expected, I aced all of mine. I waited outside Mr. Wilhelm's class.

"So, how'd you do?"

"Great. I think I might have gotten an A." She hugged me. "Thank you so much for all your help."

"No problem. Glad to help."

"I'll find out for sure on Monday. But hold off plans for next Saturday."

"Okay."

Monday night, I got the call I had been hanging by the phone for. She was ecstatic.

"Jeff! I got a 93!"

"That's great."

"And I owe it all to you. So, I'm going to make Saturday a day you will never forget. Leave everything to me."

I was a complete basket case all week. I was more worried about embarrassing Lindsay than myself.

Saturday night. Butterflies were churning in my stomach. She was picking me up. I wore a sun yellow henley shirt and denim shorts. I heard a knock at my door.

I looked out the window. I had never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. Blonde hair, shoulder length. Baby blue eyes. Perfect figure. Finger-lickin'-good drumsticks. Wearing a red miniskirt and a midriff bearing T-shirt. I had to wipe the drool from my mouth before opening the door.

"Hello, Jeff."

"Uhh. Ahh."

"Jeff? You okay?"

"Yeah. I can't get over how beautiful you are."

"C'mon. Let's go."

We hopped into her convertible and went to the movies. During the whole movie, she is draped all over me. I can't believe she wanted to be seen in public with me.

After the movie, she took me up to Lookout Point. I'd heard stories about this place, but I never thought I'd ever be here.

"The movie was for helping me get the C. Now for the rest of the grade."

She kissed me hard on the lips. Meanwhile, she started working on the zipper on my pants. She took off my glasses. Good thing. They were all steamed up.

"You know, you look much better without glasses."

"Well, I have to wear them."

"Ever try contacts?"

"Yeah. Bothered my eyes too much."

She took off my shirt and started kissing softly down my chest. I didn't know how to take this.

She took off her shirt. She was not wearing a bra. Her firm teenage breasts were milky white.

"Go ahead. Touch them."

I was scared to touch them. She took my hands and placed them on her ample bosom. They were as soft as a baby's bottom.

She whispered in my ear, "I'm not wearing panties under my skirt." I freaked.

She laid me down on the back seat and proceeded to remove my pants and undergarment. She straddled me. I could feel my rock-hard enter her pleasure zone. For the next few minutes, I felt happiness like I'd never felt before.

"Oh, Jeff. You're so great."

"Oh, Lindsay. I love you."

"Jeff, I ..."

Then, the phone rang and woke me up. This had better be important.