After Dark Tutoring

After Dark Tutoring

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Two university students, Claire and Sophie. Claire has always held feelings in her heart for Sophie and a place between her legs too. However Claire is often admiring Sophie from a distance; until one day Sophie closes that distance between them.

Summary

Two university students, Claire and Sophie. Claire has always held feelings in her heart for Sophie and a place between her legs too. However Claire is often admiring Sophie from a distance; until one day Sophie closes that distance between them.

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Submitted: December 29, 2013

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Submitted: December 29, 2013

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Running as fast as possible Claire thundered down the corridor bumping into many people along the way, she didn't have time to say sorry or acknowledge whatever they shouted to her as she raced at mach three in a dead set bid to reach her destination. She had already been late for her lecture at least 4 times this week and her teacher Mr Komana  was not going to go easy on her, he’s known as the hard ass professor of the university for a reason, and it seemed he’s always eager to keep up that reputation. Passing a row of lockers at a near inhuman speed she came to a grinding halt, Room 147, she burst in with a smile on her face; she’d made it just i-

"Twenty. Minutes. Late. Are you heading for a new record Claire?" Mr Komana stood behind his desk, his grey eyes peering into her very soul. Claire stopped in her tracks and stood bolt upright; Mr Komana  was an extremely intimidating man by every stretch of the imagination. “I-I-I…” The words failed to form in Claire’s mouth, “Huh? You what? Tripping over your words again?” Mr Komana taunted; his eyes only made more intimidating by how they hid behind his black hair just a little – he looked more like an oyabun* than a teacher. “I-I’m sorry I’m late! B-b-b-but my watch says it’s 09:01!?” Claire apologized; nearly white from fear until she realized the entire seminar class was laughing; which promptly changed the white to red. “Just. Sit down alright?” Mr Komana said clearly irate with Claire’s nearly theatrical performance, but he felt the need to not be as stern as usual since she looked like she was about to pass out and die, almost as if she was a canary in a coal mine. Sadly for both Claire and Mr Komana, anything like a question from him was in likeness to an order, not a request or a question. An order.

*Oyabun is a Yakuza boss, like a Mafia Don but in Japan.

Claire swiftly found a seat in the second left row and tried to hide her embarrassment as best she could, she had a reputation for being a clumsy and ditsy girl and unlike Komana she had no intention of upholding this. She pulled her seat out and sat down in it with a somewhat defeated essence before getting her ‘work stuff’ out in the process, and settled down for yet another boring class from Mr Komana as he yammered his way through another worksheet which made no sense. Claire spent this time admiring the student affiliations representative, Sophie. Sophie was pretty much the university's idol; she was incredibly smart easily acing any test thrown at her, she was gorgeous as well – her blonde hair curving out so naturally in shape, her brown eyes shone like fine mahogany and her skin wasn’t even touched by anything it was that clear.

Claire spent the majority of her time thinking about Sophie, how she smelt, what it was like if she held her – if she slept with her, if she took her home an- “Well Claire?” Uh oh, this was not good. Her line of sight shifted from Sophie, who thankfully did not know she was staring at her, to the front of the class where Mr Komana ‘s dark eyes met her gaze. “Reprimand?” She nervously guessed, she knew this was going to spell some surreal trou- “I suppose that'd be accurate.” Mr Komana broke a brief smile before continuing.

“What?” This thought was the only thing that filled Claire’s mind, everyone else around her extremely impressed with how she answered that question. She was re-known for being quite a ditsy person and answering such a sudden question amazed her peers and even gained an approving smile from Sophie which dispelled Claire’s earlier gloom and boosted her moral immensely. She looked so warm and inviting whenever she smiled, like the same way a mother would with a child, or a lover watching over their significant other as they lay sleeping in their lap. Claire returned her own smile and continued with the rest of the class work, determined to do her best to impress Sophie even more.

The rest of seminar flowed as it always does; Claire wasn’t bothered for the rest of the lesson think she was safe riding on the tailcoat of that question she ‘answered’ and was left to her own devices to think more about Sophie. She didn’t know whether she should tell her how she felt, as much as she admired the sweet blonde in the same way one would admire a taste of honey after eating nothing but asbestos sandwiches, they didn’t talk all too often and it’s out of the ordinary for a girl to confess to another girl at the university so the news would spread in the same way Claire wanted Sophie’s legs to follow suit.

But earlier in the week two guys became a couple and everyone was quite accepting of that; probably because this ‘Trent’ guy is quite popular or something like that. The alarm clock that Mr Komana had on his desk rang and so concluded the lecture, Claire blocked out whatever Mr Komana  was saying to wrap up the lecture until he said “And we have an announcement from the student affiliations rep, apparently.” which pinged her interest. While Mr Komana spoke dejectedly as though he was the one facing the wall with a blank stare, Claire’s circuits ignited.

She immediately watched as Sophie rose from her seat, she was so elegant in the way she carried herself – her hair flowing behind her like a veil, as she strolled to the front of the hall in a gracious manner; an aura of superiority surrounding her like a life-giving presence. Claire adored every part of her, her hair, her eyes behind the glasses, her smooth long legs, her perky butt, her plump breasts- Claire decided to stop her train of thought before she got too aroused, she had already embarrassed herself enough today. Sophie talked to the class about upcoming charity events, teacher-parents association nights and various other things which Claire just drowned out, she was only watched how her lips moved when she talked; how they seemed to dance on her face as Claire imagined her saying lucid words. She used her head to synch a script to her lips, “Oh, Claire. I can’t hold it in anymore, I can’t resist you – take me, make me your girl. Oh yeah just like that, good going, keep licki-oh it feels so good. Claire! I’m yours!”

Claire face filled with red as she thought dirty thoughts about the young woman before her, she begged the heavens that Sophie was not as she looked – a responsible girl, but a dirty girl who wanted nothing but to feel Claire’s tongue licking voraciously and lips around her clit, and then feel her tongue sink into her pussy. And Claire wanted nothing more than to in-

"Claire." Claire was so caught up in her own thoughts that when she was spoken to shot up and let out a little scream which she quickly muffled with her hands before anyone could hear her. Luckily it seems Sophie’s talk had ended and the rest of the class was too busy packing up. She looked up to find a quizzical Sophie standing over her desk, "Where does your mind wander all the time? Geez," Claire suppressed a blush, where her mind wandered was her bedroom with the girl of her dreams sprawled out with a cheeky look in her eye, the girl standing in front of her. Sophie continued "Anyway, I was just talking with Mr Komana  about your current position. Needless to say your attendance lately has been way below the standard and that’s me being nice." Sophie quickly checked a ledger she held in her hand, "Let’s see. I have nothing I need to do tonight so how about I come over to yours to motivate you a little" – in her delirium Claire heard "motorboat you a little" which prompted internal giggling and made her feel very silly afterward.

"Yeah sure, that’d be a big help," Claire responded with a smile, "Are you sure though? I wouldn’t want to get in your way." Sophie let out a little laugh, "You’re not in my way; you’re in your own." Sophie smiled at her, assuming that Claire knew what the hell she meant. "O-kay? Well that’d be really helpful; thanks." Sophie turned to walk away; her gaze still pointing at Claire "Alright great" She finished with a smile that would stop a man from suicide and waltzed off. This felt great! For the first time Sophie was actually going to be at her house, alone with her…in her bedroom.

Claire’s mind was boggled with all the possibilities of how the night may go, but one question arose in her mind so strongly it felt as though it was going to crack her skull and fly around the room. Should she tell Sophie how she felt? Does Sophie already know and feels the same? She thought about it all until her head really did start to hurt and she deemed it best to ring her mother and let her know Sophie was staying over.

After Claire had finished packing her notes up she made her way to the front gates, there she waited for Sophie to arrive. It only took five minutes or so until Claire could see Sophie walking from the main building of the school; her appearance as golden as ever. Ten minutes of walking later they were nearing Claire’s house, gossiping about the various things that happened at the school, the charity events; what they were having for dinner and how they were going to ‘stay up late watching adult movies’ – Claire was a little disappointed when she found out what Sophie deemed an adult movie and when she started talking about guys at the school, even more perturbed when she denoted some of them as “cute”. It only took twenty minutes for the pair to arrive at Claire’s home; a very tidy two story house in the suburbs. Claire felt blessed with the fact that her local university offered the history course she needed so she wouldn't be weighed down with living expenses - that and the fact a certain someone just oh so happened to be taking the same course.

They opened the door, “I’m ho-“ BAM! Claire’s dog Hailie leapt at her, floored her and began to lick at her face. Hailie was a Pyrenean mountain dog – she could floor a pro wrestler if she wanted; her soft white coat tickling the tip of Claire’s nose and making her produce a high-pitched sneeze, “Hailie! Get off me!” Claire pushed against the dumb yet loveable dog currently covering her face in slobber, Claire swore that she couldn’t get a sentence or thought out edge-ways without being interrupted by a mouthful of dog tongue. A loud laughter was heard as Sophie held her face in one hand while her other clutched her sides as if trying to hold herself together “Hahahahaha, that was hilarious; Oh gosh ahahaha!” Sophie showed no signs of stopping in her laughter, this comic relief was very well received it seemed.

"Hailie, here girl!" A commanding but kind voice boomed making Hailie immediately get off Claire and run to the source of the commandant. The bearer of the voice was none other than Claire’s cousin James who, as of last month, lived with Claire and her mother – her father was away in Finland with work. James ruffled and stroked the fur around Hailie’s collar; laughing as she gave him the occasional lick – his white hair bouncing vibrantly before getting lost in Hailie’s white fur, one would assume he dyed his hair. They would be incorrect. Through some bizarre twist of genetics he was born with snow hair and red eyes; he was an albino and he stood before Claire and Sophie wearing casual clothes and looking slim and healthy as usual. Claire wondered how he always looked the same no matter how little exercise he did.

"And who’s this?" James asked with some added flair adopting a likable arrogant cowboy personality; one of his quirks he always did when talking to a girl he didn’t know. Claire was just about to introduce Sophie, but Sophie answered first stepping past Claire, "My name is Sophie Monet, I’m a friend of Claire’s" A few things stung at Claire here; but the most painful one was how she said ‘friend’ of Claire’s. On the plus side Sophie bent down to stroke Hailie; giving Claire a clear view of her lilac panties and how they fitted the shape and lines of her behind – she could forgive her after that added bonus. She span around, child-like in appearance with her beaming face, "I didn’t know you had a dog, why didn’t you tell me?" Sophie asked in a jovious tone. "Oh, I didn’t think you liked dog so I never brought it up." Claire replied, Sophie jumped up and grabbed Claire’s shoulders; "Are you kidding? I love dogs! There so great and cuddly, and god knows I love cuddling anything soft and warm.” “Really?” Claire thought in her head; chuckling in her own delight as her mind wandered to the gutter.

"Anyway I’m not here to cuddle dogs all day, despite how adorable this lil guy is!” Sophie squealed with complete disregard that the ‘lil guy’s’ name was Hailie and therefore female. “Shall we get to your room?” Sophie asked; her face still as bright as before. Eager to move on Claire said goodbye to James and showed Sophie upstairs into her room. Claire ushered Sophie into her room – her room was adorned with many pictures of boybands and film posters, her bed was in the centre of the room with her drawers at the window. A small bookshelf by the side of the door, to the left of her bed was a stand with a 28” LCD TV and a peach carpet caked the floor in a sea of welcoming maturity. The room itself was spotless as Claire liked to keep clean. “Wow, I really like your room. Mine is just filled with books and stuff like that – I wonder whether it would kill my parents to let me put a few posters on the wall or something.”

As Sophie thought more about her own room and how she could gain the same ability in interior design which Claire seemed to possess Claire was having a problem, keeping her emotions in check. Sophie was in her room, her room and all by themselves. James is the only one in the house and he’s about to take Hailie for a walk. They were completely alone. Together. The more Claire thought about this the more she got flustered and excited – her mind still mired in the gutter as she imagined Sophie sitting down on her bed face down and pulling off her shirt, pleading coyly for Claire to massage her back and telling her not to mind if her hands just so happened to wander. She imagined Sophie on the floor spread out and softly begging for Claire to slowly satisfy her desires while Claire could sate her own appetite. She couldn’t stop herself from blushing or getting slightly wet, she was trying her hardest to hide up but as Sophie lay on her bed before her; acting childish and cute – a way Claire has never seen her act before…it turned her on far, too, much.

"Hey Claire, where’s your bathroom?" Claire looked up to see Sophie with a plain face – there wasn’t a hint that she caught on to her blushing or being aroused, thank goodness. "Uh sure, it’s just down the hall – second left." Sophie thanked her and walked out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut Claire collapsed to the floor; propping her back against her bed. "Okay Claire; your emotions are probably just a little high," Claire began to reason with herself, recognizing that if she couldn’t keep herself in check then she’d lose herself in a tempest of some teenage fantasy, "There’s got to be a way that I can calm myself down, okay, a really quick way of balancing everything out. There’s-" There was. She learned that to regulate hormone levels and to decrease dopamine levels in the bloodstream– there was one special way. Orgasm. Claire didn’t have the time to think twice; Sophie would be coming back in about five minutes or so she had to be quick. She pulled up her plaid skirt and began to rub at her ‘sensitive areas’ with her left hand – the instant sensation made Claire sigh with pleasure as she started squeezing and rubbing her breasts with her right hand; allowing her pent up emotional distress to be released, all the time thinking of Sophie and her golden hair and brown eyes.

She imagined Sophie on the bed, slowly stripping to reveal her warm, silky and curvy body – reaching out with her hand and taking Claire’s; she’d pull her onto the bed and her lips would lock with Claire’s and kiss her passionately with a strong feeling of love and longing behind it – she would grab her left hand and place it on her left breast and wordlessly jiggle them and to pinch at her nipples gently to entice her appetite; all the time her fingers sliding in and out of her own vagina which dripped onto the bed. Claire was beginning to get very much into the mood; her steamy thoughts boiling her blood and powering her hands like a piston. She pushed her fingers as deep as they would go in and out of her body; each one-

"Claire."

…Claire opened her eyes to find Sophie standing in the doorway; blank faced and emotions completely unreadable. An awkward silence hung like gallows; gallows Claire wished she was hanging from right now – she opened her mouth to speak but the words caught up in her throat all at once, leaving her in shock and her tits and privates were displayed for Sophie to see. Time itself seemed to stand still for seemingly eons, ‘rabbit in headlights’ didn’t give the current situation any grace at all. Claire felt like a cornered deer before a mountain lion. Then the silence shattered like glass.

“You know,” Sophie said; inexplicably a smile grew on her face, a mischievous smile. “It feels better when someone else does it for you.” Claire was still wordless as Sophie closed the door and approached her; climbing onto her, Claire was more shocked at how insanely casually she was approaching the whole situation - almost as though she’d been planning it. She grasped the shocked Claire’s head and kissed her solidly on the lips. Her lips were so soft and silky, a little dry but after a little licking and tongue play on Sophie’s part became sodden with saliva – her rate picked up as she let out longing moans of pleasure. She broke away with a wet pop and rifled her fingers through Claire’s vibrant chestnut hair.

"You look so helpless right now," Sophie softly spoke as she continued to stroke through Claire’s locks, "Like a startled little puppy. It’s cute" She leaned away and began to remove her shirt. Button by button Sophie meticulously pinged each one to entice Claire, Sophie knew exactly that she was making Claire feel a mix of discomfort and pleasure. And she took pride in that.

 After she relieved her body of one white; rather formal shirt her pink bra that wrapped her boobs in lace; a straight up D cup, came onto show. "Do you like them?" Sophie asked the startled Claire with eyes pouring with lascivious viciousness. "Uh, heh ah..um" Claire just stammered as she fixated on Sophie's ample gift. "Heheh, not enough for you?" Sophie cooed. She took off her bra; letting it drop to the floor and pushed herself back to Claire with some force and continued to kiss her with her eyes closed. Claire did not question a thing that was happening; she could feel Sophie’s firm breasts pushing against her own, warm and cushiony but applying quite some pressure as they rubbed, squished and jiggled together sending her through fits of ecstasy – her body responded with shooting sensations up her spine as she began to become hot from the bodily contact and Sophie’s pink lips on hers. Claire closed her eyes and let this new-found, and welcomed, ecstasy override her young adult body and her tongue intertwined with Sophie’s. She tasted of cherry; her favourite. The tongue play went on for another five minutes or so before Claire could feel herself being played with by Sophie, her smooth slender fingers had slipped right past the defences of her skirt and panties and rubbed at Claire’s clit causing her to yelp with pleasure and break away from Sophie’s lips.

She threw her head back, "Huh. Oah, huuh, hmm, ah" she writhed in her fits of pleasure; the weight of Sophie’s body held her down as her back arched under the extreme pleasure she found herself in. Sophie’s lips rapidly found her neck and caressed it with a more firm hold than when she kissed her lips; her left hand snaking around the back of her neck while the fingers on her right hand slid into her body and pulled and pushed and rubbed. Claire ‘s fluids ran free; lubricating Sophie’s fingers as she pressed herself against Claire relishing in the delight she was bringing to her.

Suddenly she broke away from Claire and sat up on top of her, her right hand slipping out of her drenched pussy. She pulled back even further; off Claire’s body – she then smiled at Claire as if to say “We both know where this is going”. Claire obeyed the silent command and slid her yellow undergarments off her lower half. Sophie nodded haughtily, as if to say 'good', then her head slotted in between Claire’s legs. Sophie's golden hair brushed up Claire's thighs and tickled her gently as Sophie drew closer. Suddenly a warm and powerful feeling was present up her entire vagina – Claire prayed that James was out and let out a huge scream as Sophie licked harder and harder like a parched desert dog at an Oasis of life. At first it was just simple upward licks which scraped at her lips and clitoris driving Claire crazy – Sophie had a rough tongue more like a cat’s than dog’s, which is apt because Claire was being made the bitch right now. The friction between them and the warmth of Sophie’s head between her legs caused Claire’s cheeks to fill with red as she twisted and arched under the influence of Sophie.

She had been her crush for a long time and now she was here, laying into her with every inch of her body lusting for Claire like a starved wolf – Claire could feel that she didn’t have a one-sided crush and that Sophie was too just waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Her licking soon changed direction and pattern; each new way brought about sparks in Claire’s heart as Sophie lapped at her vagina – her juices flowing out into Sophie’s mouth and Claire swore she could hear slurping as if Sophie was drinking them. Sophie tenderly pinched at the sides of Claire’s vaginal lips – they were extremely sensitive and each nip and tuck caused Claire to squeal and groan as Sophie tormented her soft body, it felt like Sophie had some experience backing her up but Claire would’ve heard of it. No-one keeps a secret around here.

A final, slow lick to the clit tipped Claire over the edge. She let herself go entirely and with a shriek of joy started squirting in Sophie’s face. As the salty waves splashed her Sophie began to giggle like a girl; her arms still wrapped around Claire’s fluffy butt – just making Claire cum like a slut made her so excited and fuelled her desire to continue. Before Claire could even regain her breath Sophie grabbed her head and slammed it in her own vagina, Claire tried to respond or yelp in shock but her voice was muffled as her mouth sealed around Sophie’s crotch.

Every time she spoke, or tried to speak, vibrations were spent through Sophie’s pelvis and thighs; immediately triggering a response of a squeal. “Please, Claire – make me cum; make me your girl. Please!” She begged through moans and yelps of pure euphoria; Claire wasn’t the only one who dreamed about this moment. Catching her breath through her nose, she proceeded to give oral sex to Sophie who revelled in every lick or nip when Claire added a little nibble to the mix. Sophie was overcome and wracked with her primal instinct and needs to be satisfied by the chestnut-haired, blue-eyed girl whose face was now squarely between her legs. Sophie collapsed on the bed unable to support herself after her body was left feeling weak from the initial shock; Claire placed her head between Sophie’s thighs the same way Sophie did, “Copycat” Sophie thought, her long hair tickling Sophie’s sensitive legs and feet as she began to plow her.

Claire’s tongue was buttery-smooth and glided over Sophie’s every crease and bump as she began to gasp and grimace; tears of joy forming in the corner of her eyes as Claire repeatedly licked and pinched at the most sensitive and soft areas she could find. Even though she already came Claire was stimulated by sensations that gripped them both, she only wished she could feel it for the first time again it felt so good, so right.

It didn’t take long before Sophie hit her limit – despite how easily she controlled the situation she was still green, she was great on the attacking front but her defences were none existent. Her nails scratched down Claire’s back but softly as not to hurt her; she was still a gentle girl even with her love abusing her like a little, sadistic girl. “Huuh, aahuuGGH, AUH!” With some shrill screams she had reach her orgasm point and could feel her body tense up as her nervous system was overrun by wild, whizzing feeling and emotions as she rolled her head around; defeated by Claire’s whims and actions. She lay, exhausted by the whole hour of making love. Claire pulled herself up and wiped Sophie’s face as they stared into each other’s eyes; Sophie’s burning with a fiery love while Claire’s sparkled with glee.

Claire dove down on her once she had cleaned Sophie up and kissed her slowly, never breaking their gaze for an instant – it felt like they could read each other’s minds as their bodies pressed together and their breasts contorted with every twist and pulse emanating from their forms, both of them knew that this was right. Like this was how it was meant to be. Claire wanted Sophie to come to her house every day to ‘tutor’ her, and Sophie wanted to ‘teach’ Claire all about the wonders of human biology.


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