Author: Virtual Scott
Title: Problem
Universe: deirdre
Summary: Calvin has a problem ...
Keywords: fdom msolo

This is one of a set of tribute stories I wrote in mid-1994 for an
informal "mock-deirdre" contest suggested by Parker. If you are familiar
with deirdre's work, you'll know how this goes. If you aren't, read this
and then find the real thing in the archive and enjoy!

--

I was going to fail biology. It hadn't happened yet, and I normally was an
outstanding student, but a third of the way through the semester I could
sense how things were going to turn out. So when the first low grade
notice arrived in the mail, I was speechless but not surprised.

There was just no way I could articulate the problem. "Well Mom, it's all
Ms. Cortez's fault. If she wasn't such a slut I'd be able to concentrate."
Even if it were true, I couldn't say it -- and I wasn't even sure it was
true. It wasn't anything she ever said, or did, it just happened to be the
case that I couldn't concentrate in her classroom.

I'd hurry to my seat and scoot the chair in tight against the lab table so
the bulge in my crotch wouldn't show. Then I'd try to study my text, or
specimen, or whatever, but inevitably I'd find myself watching her. I'd
scrutinize her tight knit skirts and wonder if the hem would slide up
enough to see anything if she'd spread her legs just the tiniest bit more
-- we'd heard about perfectly frictionless surfaces in physics, and Ms.
Cortez's long, sleek legs had to be the closest thing there was in nature.
I'd stare at her jutting breasts and try to figure if the lack of strap
bulges meant she wasn't wearing a bra, or the firmness and shapeliness
meant she was.

But mostly I'd wonder if it was my imagination working overtime when it
seemed she was looking right at me those times when she'd moisten her ruby
lips with languorous swipes with the velvet tip of her pink tongue. Then
I'd agonize over whether I'd be able to hold out long enough to make it to
the bathroom and jerk off instead of coming in my pants; I didn't, always.
Coursework was a distant also-ran.

Sure, I knew the text forwards and backwards. But it didn't help when my
mind froze up during the written tests, or when my hands decided to draw
pornographic sketches of Ms. Cortez instead of the sample under the
microscope and I'd have to rush to have decidedly second-rate replacement
work done by the end of the period. And it didn't help at all that Ms.
Cortez, realizing I was having trouble, gave me a little more attention
than the rest of the students. Frankly I considered myself lucky to be
pulling a D instead of an F.

The upshot of all this was that I was facing the dubious prospect of a
parent-teacher conference for the first time in my distinguished academic
career. My less capable sisters delighted in teasing me about my
predicament, glad they could get one up on the surrogate man of the house.
Alicia, who couldn't be bothered to do anything that interfered with her
cheerleading or chasing varsity lettermen, took particular pleasure in
razzing me -- biology had been the only class she'd ever gotten better
than a B- in.

Mom groused about how she had enough problems at work without having to
take time away for this meeting. Naturally that day turned out to be one
of the ones where I lost it during class. So there I was, squirming in the
classroom after school waiting for Mom, and hoping like hell I'd wiped up
well enough that neither she nor Ms. Cortez would smell anything.

Amazingly, Mom and Ms. Cortez took to each other immediately -- they were
so unalike I'd been worried I might have to act as a go-between. Instead
they started chatting away like they were old friends and completely
ignored me! Finally they told me I didn't need to stick around and I could
go. I was glad to get out and didn't ask questions.

When Mom got home that night, she told me that Stella -- Ms. Cortez -- had
agreed to tutor me a few evenings a week until my grades improved! I
couldn't decide if this was my hottest fantasy or my worst nightmare! My
cock definitely cast its vote for the former and stayed stiff even after
it felt like I'd beaten it raw in bed that night.

The next night I tried to get the right classy-but-casual look before
jumping on my bike and pedaling over to the address Mom had given me.
Completely defying my wildest expectation, Ms. Cortez was wearing a skirt
even shorter, and heels even higher, than what she wore at school. Her
silky crop-top was thin enough to prove conclusively that, tonight at
least, there was no bra underneath.

We ended up seated facing each other across the low coffee table in her
living room. I think Ms. Cortez was talking to me, but all I remember was
watching her legs drift slowly apart, and her skirt creeping higher and
higher... I could see her panties!

"Calvin!" I forced my eyes up to her face and remembered to close my
mouth. "Poor boy! No wonder you've been so distracted. I'd forgotten how
demanding young hormones can be. We'll have to get you calmed down before
we can get any work done. Now, do you masturbate often?"

I realized my mouth was open again, and the heat on my face felt worse
than the burn I'd gotten last summer. I tried to come up with something
intelligent to say, but before I could, she answered her own question.
"Silly me, of course you do! Bonnie told me all about your underwear and
sheets." Mom! I wanted to crawl under the furniture and die. "Go ahead,
just pull down your pants and stroke yourself. It'll do you a world of
good, I can tell just by looking."

It was true -- I was completely devastated, but I was also harder than I'd
ever been in my entire life. But there was no way I was going to sit here
and jerk off in front of Ms. Cortez. "Don't be shy," she reassured me,
"I've seen them before. In fact, I'll join you if it'll make you more
comfortable." I noticed her legs were still spread apart, and now she was
running a hand up to her panties! She was pulling them aside and pushing a
finger into herself! I'd never seen a real cunt before, and now Ms. Cortez
was doing hers right in front of me!

Suddenly I couldn't get my pants down fast enough -- my cock felt like it
was about to explode. I got my pants and underwear down past my knees and
barely had a chance to stroke myself before I was spraying cum all over
the place. My orgasm went on forever, and I was still hard afterwards. Ms.
Cortez saw that, and had me jerk off again while I watched her do a sleazy
dance and feel herself up.

After that, I felt drained and my penis was down to half-mast. Ms. Cortez
casually tugged her clothes back into place, then appropriated my
underwear and used it to wipe up the worst of the jism on the coffee
table. I was left half-naked in just my shirt and shoes. "Go ahead and sit
down," she directed me, "and let's get to work." I gestured at myself and
asked, "like this?" but she didn't relent. "Yes, like that. I want to be
able to see when your attention is wandering."

So we spent the remainder of the session reviewing biology with me just
hanging out like that. Between the embarrassment and my attempts to
concentrate on the material, we only had to jerk off once more that
evening. Finally Ms. Cortez let me dress in my stained and sticky clothing
and leave. I resolved I was never going back, but in the privacy of my
bedroom I was ready to go again. Report this, Mom! I thought as I unloaded
on the sheets. That night I slept like a zombie.

Naturally I went back for more tutoring. We quickly fell into a set
routine. I would arrive and strip for Ms. Cortez and then jerk off. After
a few sessions, she stopped participating and just watched me, although
she still wore really sexy and revealing outfits. Then she decided I
should start cumming into my hand so she wouldn't have to clean the carpet
and upholstery. A while later she started having me eat my cum, saying it
was too much of a disruption to go to the kitchen or bathroom for a
washcloth.

We would work for about two hours, taking a break for me to masturbate
whenever I got an erection, and always at the end. Once, when I feeling a
little sick, it took me nearly two hours to get off, but Ms. Cortez
wouldn't let me go home until I'd cum and licked my hand clean! Luckily
Mom didn't ask me why I was so late that night.

The next effect of all this, besides strengthening my right arm and pretty
much killing my inhibitions, was that my biology grade was up to a C by
the second midterms. I was cautiously optimistic that after the follow-up
meeting with Mom and Ms. Cortez, I would be able to end my tutorials.
After all, these days I was getting almost as good a show in class, and I
didn't half to humiliate myself either.

So Mom and I ended up waiting in the lab for Ms. Cortez on another
afternoon. I was daydreaming and mentally counting days until summer
vacation started when I realized Ms. Cortez had come in and was staring at
me. "Calvin! Why aren't you prepared for our session?"

What? She couldn't be serious! We were sitting in school, in front of
Mom... "Is this not a special meeting to assist you in raising your grade
in this course? Do we not have a code of conduct for these meetings?
Well?" I looked at Mom for support, but the expression on her face matched
Ms. Cortez's.

Reluctantly, I stripped off my clothes. And masturbated. And came in my
hand. And ate it. There hadn't been much, but Mom and Ms. Cortez were all
smiles. I sat on one of the lab stools, hoping I wouldn't pick up a
splinter in my butt, while they chatted about me and work and other stuff.
As Mom was telling Ms. Cortez about her recent promotion at work, I
noticed she was wearing much sexier clothing -- stuff like Ms. Cortez
wore. I tried to recall when she'd started dressing like that, and
couldn't remember.

The worst part was that they decided Ms. Cortez should keep tutoring me,
"just to be on the safe side." Then Mom really surprised me. She asked if
Ms. Cortez would consider helping Alicia with her math so she could be
sure of graduating! Ms. Cortez gave me a sly look, then replied she would
be happy to, but that it would be a good idea if I helped out, since I was
such a good math student!

My cock was throbbing in no time, and I started stroking away even before
Ms. Cortez could say anything! I could just imagine my stuck-up older
sister, minus cheer uniform, fingering herself while I got to watch! There
was a lot of jism this time, and some even got on the floor, but Ms.
Cortez didn't seem to mind. Neither did Mom; she even invited Ms. Cortez
over for dinner as a "thank you" for her efforts.

One thought stuck in my mind as I was pulling on my clothes. If girls
didn't cum like guys did, what would there be to lick up? It sounded like
a biology question; I'd have to ask Ms. Cortez at my next tutoring session.

I got downstairs for dinner that night and discovered we'd really gone
all-out. The good china and silverware were set out at each place, and it
was clear Ms. Cortez would be sitting at Dad's old spot at the head of the
table. I was preparing to sit down when I noticed a medium-smallish
cucumber sitting on the tablecloth between my plate and the tub of
soft-spread butter. Curious, I picked it up.

"Ms. Cortez says you're going to demonstrate how to take the volume of
that cucumber," Alicia drawled in her snottiest tone of voice. "Calculate
the volume," I sneered in reply, already wondering if an approximation to
a cylinder would be sufficiently precise. "No, take," she argued.

I looked up, ready to really unload on her, and noticed Alicia was wearing
a sexy outfit like Ms. Cortez and Mom! So was Susan, and she wasn't even
in high school yet! They just stood there and looked at me. Mom and Ms.
Cortez walked in from the kitchen and stood next to my sisters. After a
moment, Ms. Cortez leaned across the table and took the cucumber from me.
Then she pushed it into the butter tub! "I think we'll work on our lesson
during dinner," she suggested with a meaningful nod in my direction.

The entire expanse of the living room was open behind me, but I felt
cornered. All four of them continued to stare at me while Ms. Cortez
twirled the cucumber in the butter. I was trapped. I was also getting
hard. I started unfastening my pants.