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Weeks passed and Jodi fell into the study groove. Her classes had a lot of material, much of which she had never been exposed to before, so she worked hard to keep the pace. Sometimes she felt like it just wasn’t enough though. The professors recommended getting a personal tutor. They had a list of higher level students who were approved tutors, but when Jodi got around to trying to contact one, most were already busy with other students and their own study schedules. There was one in particular that she had heard was the best at Gross Anatomy, a class she was struggling in. His name was Donald Friedman, a nerd if ever there was one. When she called Donald, he insisted that he was not available. Jodi had offered him a little more money to supplement his fee, but Donald said he had already made his commitments. As they spoke, Donald was pulling up the first-year roster to find Jodi’s picture. When he saw it, his eyes exploded from his head. She was hot.
“You know,” he began, “I might be able to bump this one guy who just isn’t giving it his all, but I would want more than you’re offering to do so.”
“I can’t afford much more,” responded Jodi sadly. “I’m stretching my student loan as far as possible as it is.”
“Well, that’s all fine and good,” said Donald. “Is there anything else you can offer?”
Jodi wasn’t sure what he meant. “I…I can do your laundry for you or someth–”
“No no,” interrupted Donald. “What if we agree upon the type of payment before each session? Nothing monetary. Let’s call them ‘favors.’”
“Favors?” Jodi was getting nervous.
“Sexual favors,” said Donald in a sly-as-he-can-be voice. “Each time we meet, we will agree on a sexual favor for you to perform for me. You will then have an hour with me. I will then have my favor from you.”
Jodi was astounded that he would even propose such a thing. “Who do you think you are? What kind of girl do think I am?”
“I am the best Gross Anatomy tutor on campus, and you are the type of girl who needs help at any cost lest she fail Gross and have to take it again in the summer somewhere else,” explained Donald.
Jodi was cornered. She knew he was right. She swallowed hard. “When can we meet?”
“I’m free right now in fact. Meet me in study room 15 in the
As Jodi ended the call, she still wondered if this was worth it. She walked to the SAB wondering what Donald would have her do. She really needed to pass Gross. She entered study room 15 to find Donald sitting at the table with books neatly organized in a fashion that was obviously logical to him. “Please, come in and close the door,” he said. Jodi did so. Donald was probably more nervous than Jodi. “So,” he stammered nervously, “about our payment arrangement. I’m thinking to begin, I’ll just have you jack me off into your mouth.”
“What!” exclaimed Jodi. “To begin with? I’m sorry, that’s going a little far for one study session that I don’t even know is going to help me yet.”
“Yes, yes, you’re right. Of course. You’re right,” responded Donald quickly and apologetically. “How about you give me a lap dance then?”
Jodi thought a second. “I guess that would be ok,” she replied hesitantly.
“Naked of course,” added Donald.
“Wait, I didn’t agree to that!” retorted Jodi.
“Fine, topless! But if you really learn something from my tutoring, you have to take off your pants too,” said Donald.
Jodi considered this. She thought back to her first night in town and how 4 different people saw her naked breasts as well as almost an entire dance floor of party-goers. Having one more guy see them didn’t seem dangerous. There was no way she’d have to take off her pants anyway. She would just tell him the lesson wasn’t that great. “Deal,” she said.
“Excellent! Let’s begin,” said Donald.
Donald took Jodi through the ins and outs of Gross Anatomy in a way that was very easy to comprehend. By the middle of it, she started to worry that he was teaching her quite a bit and may very well be worth losing her pants over. The hour passed, and Jodi knew she was well on her way to passing Gross with flying colors.
Donald pulled his chair away from the table. “Pay up,” he demanded. Jodi took a deep breath. She stood up and approached Donald. She was dressed conservatively with an oversized Redskins sweatshirt and jeans. “First, take off that sweatshirt,” said Donald. She did so. “Now start dancing and taking the rest off.” Jodi started to sway back and forth rubbing her hands over her own body, arching her back so that her breasts looked like they were about to explode through her white t-shirt. She straddled Donald’s lap. She thrust her hips back and forth as she pulled her shirt over her head. Donald stared in amazement at Jodi’s breasts bulging over the top of her white bra. She moved to straddle just his left leg and began to slide up and down, grinding her crotch into him. With her thigh she felt which leg his erection was snaking down and targeted that spot. As she gyrated on his dick, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell loosely off her shoulders a bit. She placed one arm across her breasts to hide her nipples as she threw the bra around the back of Donald’s head. Donald reached up to move her arm. Jodi slapped it away. She stood up and turned away from him. Being the honest girl she was, she decided to pay him the bonus price. She cocked her hips to the side and unbuttoned her button-fly jeans slowly and seductively. She pulled them down slowly, little by little revealing her sexy white thong. She threw the pants to the side and sat down on Donald’s lap still facing away from him. She ground against his crotch. Donald’s eyes were fixated on Jodi’s hot ass, pulsing back and forth in front of him. He grabbed it with both hands. Jodi allowed it. She then stood up, turned to face him, and threw her right knee up onto his left shoulder so that her leg dangled behind the chair and her pussy was right in his face. She still covered her breasts with one arm. She teased him by rubbing her pussy with her free hand for a moment, even starting to lower the front of her thong so that he could see how shaved she was but not allowing him to see the whole package. She straddled him once more and revealed her breasts. She dry-fucked him as she arched her back and thrust her tits toward his face. Donald came in his pants. Jodi had an orgasm herself as he did. She slowed her gyration as she ran her hands through her own hair in ecstasy, cocking her head back with her eyes closed, moaning audibly. When it was over, she stood up, dressed, grabbed her books, and left.
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