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The Tutor
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

***

A straight A student becomes a tutor, only to find that
he ends up being the one tutored. (MF)

***

"Hey Stevenson!" Called out the booming voice of Roger 
Craig, the Captain of the Football Team. "Heads up!"

Scott Stevenson looked up to see a spinning football 
hurling through the air, heading right for him. 
Dropping his books, the sandy haired teenager attempted 
to catch the pigskin. Only to fall flat on his face 
while running for it. Then to add injury to insult, the 
ball hit him in the head as he laid there.

"I told you Rog," Said Bill Mathews as he picked up the 
ball off the grass. "Never send a dweeb to do a man's 
job." 

Laughing and tossing the ball into the air, Mathews 
immediately started walked back to the practice field.

"You ok, Scott?" Roger asked as he helped the smaller 
boy to his feet. "You want to go see the Nurse or 
anything?"

"No, I'm fine." Scott said discouragingly as he 
readjusted his glasses which had fallen off in the 
fall. "I thought I had it."

"Hey no sweat," Roger said. "We all can't be jocks. 
You're muscle is all in your brain. To tell the truth, 
I'd trade the MVP award to get half your grades." 

"Yeh, right." He answered as he picked up his books.

"Well, I better get back to the game," Roger said as he 
turned and began to follow Bill. "You hang in there."

Scott just nodded. All his life he wanted to be an 
athlete, the center of attention. The guy who got the 
girls. Instead what he got was a hundred and five pound 
body, nearsighted eyes, and a complexion that on a bad 
day resembled a pizza.

There was a plus side to his life. His straight A 
average made him the third ranked student in the Senior 
Class at Robert Kennedy High School. He already had a 
full scholarship to MIT lined up with all the perks 
that entailed. Yet he'd trade it all just to have 
someone look at him as something other than a nerd, 
just once.

Watching the Football Squad resume the game, Scott 
figured he should've been nicer to Roger. Of course he 
had only been nice to him because of all the help he'd 
given him in chemistry the last semester. If it weren't 
for his tutoring, Roger would've been kicked off the 
team.

Quickly loosing interest in the game, he set out once 
again for the Library. Someone had left him a note 
asking to meet him there to discuss the possibility of 
his tutoring them in history. The name on the note had 
been all smudged, so he wasn't sure who had left it in 
his locker.

Reaching the steps of the Library, Scott swore under 
his breath. This wasn't his day. First the Football 
Team, now them. Sitting on the top step were three 
members of the Kennedy Rocketeers. Four time winners of 
the State Cheerleading Championships, there was no more 
stuck up group in the school. If you were a hunk, they 
might take the time to chat with you, even if you 
weren't on the Football Squad. Losers like Scott 
Stevenson, they just ignored like they were a lower 
form of life.

When he'd been a junior, he had once tutored one of the 
girls before him. Penny Martin was every young man's 
perfect fantasy. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and an 
incredibly formed perfect set of breasts. She was a 
5'4" Goddess.

-=*=-

After four grueling months of keeping her one step 
ahead of a failing grade in calculus, the Tutor had 
made a humiliating mistake. He'd accepted all the 
friendliness and interest she'd shown him as real, real 
enough for him to get the courage to ask her to the 
Junior Prom. Worse he had asked her in the school 
cafeteria in front of a table of her friends, 
Rocketteers all. 

Immediately she had burst into laughter, asking how he 
could ever think she would actually go on a date with a 
geek like him. The laughter was quickly picked up by 
her friends and then from the surrounding tables. It 
had been one of the low point of his young life.

Stopping at the edge of the last step, he took a second 
look up at Penny. With her were Maria Diaz and Candy 
Lewis. Maria was from Puerto Rico. She had beautiful 
brown skin and long black hair. Her figure was nowhere 
near as good as Penny's, but you couldn't convince her 
of that. 

Standing with her back to him was Candy Lewis. One of 
the few back students at the school, Candy had coal 
black skin and short black hair. She always wore bright 
red lipstick which gave her mouth an incredible erotic 
look. If Candy were to buy an ice pop, every guy in 
sight would stop what they were doing to watch her eat 
it. Over the last year her breasts had undergone an 
unusual growth spurt so that she was now about the same 
size as Penny. A fact that Penny preferred to ignore.

Nice as they were to look at, he just couldn't deal 
with their taunts today. Whoever was waiting for a 
tutor was out of luck. With that he turned and started 
to walk away.

"There goes your old boyfriend, Penny." Maria joked as 
she saw Scott.

"Fuck you!" Penny said as she looked over and saw 
Scott. "Maybe you'd let a freak like that touch you, 
I'd sooner turn lesbo."

Both girls laughed. Candy suddenly excused herself and 
jotted down the steps. 

"I'll catch up with you later at practice." She called 
out as she disappeared into the small crowd.

"Might as well head home." Scott though to myself. 
"This day's shot to hell."

He'd gone another ten feet when he'd heard someone 
calling his name. He stopped and turned, but didn't see 
anyone who could've called. Candy Lewis was running 
across the quad but surely it couldn't have been her.

"Scott, wait up!" Candy shouted.

"What the hell does she want?" Scott said to himself.

"I'm glad I caught up to you." Candy said as she 
skidded to a stop. 

It took a few breaths for her to regain her composure, 
giving time for Scott to watch as her chest heaved in 
and out after her exertion. Bitch she might be, but she 
had great tits.

"What can I do for you, Candy." Scott asked.

"Didn't you get my note?" The black girl asked. "When I 
saw you at the library I thought...."

"You sent that note?" Scott asked, cutting her off in 
mid-sentence.

"Of course, I wanted to talk to you about helping me 
with the report for Mr. Grogan's class." She said, 
flashing him a sexy smile. "I'm on the verge of failing 
history, and no history grade - no graduation. I'm not 
looking forward to spending my summer in school buried 
in useless dates and boring facts."

"If you'd pay more attention, you'd find that history 
is like a great adventure story." Scott retorted. "It 
can be interesting and fun."

"Yeh, right." Candy said in a uninterested tone. "But 
the fact remains that I have to pass that class. What 
ever you get paid for tutoring, I'll double it. Just 
help me write that paper."

"Help you?" Scott said in a voice that said he was 
getting quickly annoyed. "Don't you mean write it for 
you?"

"Ok, triple then, and a hundred dollar bonus if it gets 
me an A." She said, sure that he'd accept.

"No, thanks." Scott answered to her dismay.

"What....?" Candy sputtered. "You're turning me down?"
	
"I've have my fill of tutoring Rocketeers." Scott said 
and started to turn away. 

"There are plenty of guys who'd bend over backward to 
help you." He added.

"None of them can write a really great history paper." 
Candy exclaimed.

"Well then I guess you're out of luck." Scott said in a 
voice that told he was now more than a little annoyed. 

"Wait!" Candy cried as she grabbed his arm and pulled 
him back.

"Hey!" Scott cried back as he pulled his arm back. 
"Can't you Rocketteers take no for an answer, you 
certainly can give it as one fast enough."

The young man couldn't remember the last time he was 
this angry. Not taking the time to think about what he 
was saying, he lashed out in anger.

"I wouldn't write that paper for you if you offered to 
drop down right here and spread your legs for me." He 
barked.

Candy didn't immediately react. In the few seconds of 
silence that passed, Scott thought about his angry 
words and felt suddenly guilty. Candy really hadn't 
ever done anything directly to him. She hadn't even 
been at that lunch table last year. He'd taken his rage 
at Penny and the Rocketeers in general out on her for 
no reason. He was about to apologize when Candy finally 
spoke. 

"All right." She said.

"What?" Scott said, sure he had heard her wrong.

"I said all right." Candy repeated. "If that's what it 
takes, it'll be worth it to get out of summer school."

Scott stood dumbfounded, he couldn't believe what he'd 
heard. One of the most desirable girls in the school 
had offered to fuck him in exchange for a lousy history 
paper. A paper he could write in an hour. He found his 
heart racing and his dick getting hard at the thought.

"Who knows, might be fun popping a guy's cherry?" Candy 
remarked. "I never did that before."

"I'm not a virgin!" Scott shot back. 

"Well, I guess that doesn't really matter."

Candy said. "So, do we have a deal?"

Scott thought about it real hard. The press of his hard 
cock against his jeans made it hard to think logically. 
He kept looking at those bright red lips. What would it 
feel like to have them wrapped around his dick.

It was true he wasn't a virgin. Yet the fifteen minutes 
he'd spend with Judy Anders last spring hadn't been all 
that memorable. He'd spent about ten minutes playing 
with her small breasts before putting his cock in her, 
missionary style. Five minutes later it was all over. 
She seemed rather bored through it all and when he'd 
tried to get a blowjob out of her, she'd called him a 
pervert. 

"Well do we have a deal or not?" Candy repeated.

Scott was about to say yes, captivated by those big 
lips and what they could do. Then he remembered how he 
had been tricked before. How Penny had been so nice and 
sweet to him, then turned back into super-bitch the 
minute her exam was over.

"On one condition..." He answered.

"Condition...?" Candy asked.

"That's right." Scott said as he took a deep breath. 
"I'll write the paper, in fact I can have it for you by 
tomorrow so you can rewrite it in anyway you want. But 
it comes prepaid. Not COD, not charged. You'll get your 
passing grade in history, but I'm not going to 
guarantee an A paper. That's going to depend on the 
grade I give you."

Candy thought about it for a few minutes. It was 
obvious to Scott that she had hoped that she would 
somehow be able to trick him out of the paper. Now it 
was take it or leave it.

"I guess I don't have a lot of choices." Candy said in 
surrender. "But this has to be between you and me. I 
don't want anyone to ever know about it."

"Hey who'd believe me?" Scott said with a smile. For 
the first time today he felt like a winner.

They quickly discussed details and it was agreed the 
sooner the better. Scott's parents were going to be 
away for the weekend, so Saturday night would be 
perfect. Scott could hardly wait. 

As Candy walked away, Scott's blue eyes were riveted on 
that round black ass as it swayed from side to side. A 
quick calculation told him that in just under 52 hrs 
and ten minutes, that black tail would be his.

-=*=-

Scott slept late on Saturday, not crawling out of bed 
until noon. He'd stayed up late thinking about tonight. 
What he would do. How nice it was going to feel. First 
he wanted to have her wrap those hot lips around his 
cock. He wanted to cum just thinking about it. He tried 
to imagine what her pussy looked like, he bet it was 
real tight, like a closed fist. 

Most of all he wanted to play with that pretty round 
ass. Scott started to wonder if he could get her to let 
him fuck her in it. Three days ago the 17 yr old was 
happy just to jerk off two or three times a day. Now he 
was anticipating his first blow job and whether he 
would be able to fuck one of the most popular girls in 
the school up her ass. 
	
Full of expectation, the day passed exceedingly slow. 
Scott quickly produced four separate versions of the 
history report. Actually all he had to do was print out 
the three drafts and then the final copy of a report 
he'd done last year but never turned in. Halfway into 
the term he'd become interested in the Civil War and 
decided to do a new report on the Battle of Gettysburg 
and how the South could've won the war. So he just 
socked the old project away on his hard drive in case 
he ever needed it. 

About six he made himself some dinner, but found he was 
horny, not hungry. All day long he'd been fighting the 
temptation to masturbate. Wait until you can do it in 
Candy's mouth he kept telling himself. At seven he 
headed for the shower, Candy was due at eight.

By quarter to, he was showered, dressed and ready. He'd 
borrowed his dad's cologne, deciding his own smelled 
like something a boy with wear. He'd shaved carefully, 
wishing again his beard would grow. Peach fuzz was 
humiliating, but it was all he had. 

Finally the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed 
eight and Scott's heart began to triphammer. Racing 
downstairs, he seated himself in the big lounge chair 
in the hallway, so he'd be ready when the doorbell 
rang.

Eight O'clock turned to a quarter after. Then to eight-
thirty. Scott had become convinced that he'd been the 
victim of a another cruel Rocketeer joke. Was Candy off 
with her friends somewhere, laughing at the poor smuck 
who really thought she'd trade her black ass for a 
lousy history paper. 

"I am an asshole!" Scott said to himself as the clock 
neared quarter to nine. 

Rising from the chair, he was about to head back 
upstairs when the doorbell rang.

Hesitantly he reached for the knob. Was this all part 
of the joke. Were they all waiting outside to watch him 
make a fool of himself. If so they were going to be 
disappointed.

Flinging the door open, Scott was taken aback by the 
image of Candy standing there. Her short black hair had 
been curled into a cute perm. Of course she was wearing 
her trademark red lipstick. The dress she was wearing, 
or not wearing depending on your perspective, was as 
fiery red as her lipstick. Very low cut, giving Scott 
an ample view of her breasts, the hem stopped just a 
few inches below her crotch, giving an equally great 
view of her long dark legs.

"Are you going to invite me in, or do you plan to do it 
right out here on the porch?" She said in a deep sultry 
voice.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" Scott asked, feigning 
ignorance. "Let then get their laughs somewhere else." 
He thought.

"What kind of shit is this?" Candy snapped.

"Are you going back on our deal?"

"Deal? What deal?" Scott asked in the same ignorance.

"I don't believe this, I'm a little late and you want 
to throw the whole fucking thing out the window!" Candy 
stamped. "You know how long I spent to look like this?"

"I have to admit, the effect is really devastating." 
Scott said as he tried to speak in a calm unemotional 
tone. Ignoring the fact that he couldn't keep his eye 
off her tightly bound tits. "But I'm afraid you and 
your friends have the wrong address, and definitely the 
wrong person."

"Wrong address...?" Candy repeated, "What friends?"

Then it dawned on Candy that Scott thought he had been 
set up. Given some of the jokes the Rocketeers have 
played on people, Scott included, she guessed she 
couldn't blame him.

"Well I guess I'll have to convince you that this isn't 
a joke." Candy said.

With that she dropped to her knees in the open doorway 
and pulled down the zipper of Scott's pants. Pulling 
the pants open, she reached into his underwear and 
pulled out his semi-erect cock. It had all happened so 
fast, Scott hadn't had time to react.

Scott opened his mouth to say something but was 
suddenly engulfed in a wonderful warm wetness as Candy 
popped his cock into her eager waiting mouth.

"Oh God." Scott gasped as he felt the soft touch of her 
tongue run beneath the crown of his manhood.

Candy pulled down his open pants and ran her long red 
fingernails across the base of his ball-sac. Then her 
open mouth and tongue followed, leaving a trail of warm 
saliva in it's wake. 

Scott's cock quickly grew to rock hardness as he looked 
down and watched those bright red lips move up and down 
his member. He'd never felt anything like it. A giddy 
dizziness filled his head as he felt the blood rush 
down through his body. He kept telling himself, this 
wasn't any wet dream, this was real.

Candy's head bobbed up and down as she took Scott's 7" 
deep into her throat. Her now ex-boyfriend, Terry, one 
of the stars of the Football team had a 8 1/2" cock, so 
Scott presented no difficulty. Surprisingly it felt 
kind of nice. Funny, she never thought a smaller cock 
could have it's advantages too. A drop of pre-cum had 
already formed on the tip and she licked it off with a 
flick of her darting tongue. Not bad tasting for a 
dweeb, she thought.

Placing his hands on the back of Candy's head like he'd 
once seen in a adult video, Scott began to pump his 
pelvis and match the dark woman's tempo. Faster and 
faster he began to thrust as he could feel the swell of 
cum rising from his balls. Candy could feel it too as 
she tightened her grip on the base of his cock and drew 
it further into her mouth. A small splash of salty 
fluid on the back of her tongue herald the flood as she 
began to slide her ruby lips from the pale white pole.

Opening her mouth wide, Candy caught the first bursts 
of white on her tongue. Then she let it splatter across 
her face, the tiny droplets standing out against her 
midnight skin. Continuing to pump the erupting cock 
with her hand, she filled her mouth and cheeks until 
small milky lines ran down her chin.

Finally spent, she ran her cum covered hand up and down 
the now softening cock one final time. She looked up at 
Scott with her cum covered face and smiled widely.

"Don't you think you should shut the door?" She asked.

-=*=-

A few minutes later, the door safety closed and locked, 
Candy stood in front of Scott, wiping her face with a 
wet washcloth.

"Well Mr. Tutor." She said as she wiped the last traces 
of white from her face. "How would you rate my 
performance?"

"Well...." Scott said, still in a state of mini-
rapture. "I would definitely say you jumped right to 
the C grade, minimum passing. But your tardiness drops 
it down to a D."

"Looks like I've got my work cut for me them." Candy 
said as she pulled Scott's shirt and drew him closer.

The kiss she planted on his lips was intense from the 
outset. As he felt her moist tongue slip into his 
mouth, Scott could help think of the time his cousin 
Kathy had done them to him when they were both twelve. 
But Kathy had been a flat-chested tomboy, nothing like 
the ebony beauty who now had her hand back on his cock 
and balls.
	
"Sit down." She said as she pushed him into one of the 
living room's soft padded chairs.

Taking a few steps back, she flipped open the small 
door of the bookcase stereo and slipped a tape cassette 
inside. Hitting the play button, the room filled with a 
erotic melody.	 
Candy began to gyrate to the music, running her hands 
up and down her body. She reached up behind her neck 
and undid the clip of her dress. The soft red material 
fell forward, releasing her bountiful bosom.

Gripping a breast with each hand, Candy continued to 
dance, playing with her nipples as she moved. Scott 
stared at the large dark circles atop each mound, his 
mouth watering at the thought of the erect nipples 
sticking out from them.

He reached out to touch one as Candy swung close but 
came up empty handed when she pulled away.

"Not yet, lover boy." She purred seductively.

Turning around, she shook her booty as she wiggled out 
of the reminder of the dress. It dropped to the floor 
and she stepped out of it. Then Candy leaned forward 
and shook her naked backside in the free air. Pulling 
back on each cheek, she have Scott his first good look 
at both the pussy and asshole he had fantasized about 
earlier in the day.

Leaning with her back against the wall, Candy spread 
her legs and began to run her long dark fingers across 
the neatly trimmed bush surrounding her womanhood. 
Extending her index finger, she ran it up and down the 
length of her opening, pressing it deeper with each 
pass.

"Strip," She told him as she continued to rub herself. 
"Get rid of the rest of those clothes."

Never taking his eyes off her roving hands, Scott 
pulled off his shirt and pants, dropping them on the 
floor next to the chair.

Candy had now worked her finger deep within herself. 
Buried its entire length, her index finger slowly slid 
in and out. A transparent film of lubricant quickly 
covered the digit as Candy let out a soft moan. Scott 
was transfixed as she now moved her finger in and out 
as fast as she could. After a few minutes she closed 
her eyes and let out a longer, louder moan.

Withdrawing her now shiny finger, she brought it up to 
her mouth and ran her tongue along the length of it. 
Then she slid the whole finger between her lips and 
sucked it clean, very, very slowly.

"How'm I doing now, Mr. Tutor Man?" She cooed. 

"Definitely back up to C+." Scott panted, his cock now 
standing straight up.

"Hmmm, you know, you were right." She said as she took 
short, sexy steps toward him. "It is exciting to watch 
yourself improve your abilities. I feel so much better 
now that I'm back to a passing grade. So much 
hotter...." She continued as she straddled the chair 
and lowered herself onto Scott's lap, until they were 
in a face to face position.

The feel of Candy's naked ass pressed against his cock 
was almost more than Scott could stand. With each 
wiggle of her bottom, he felt himself grow ever harder. 
He wanted to cum so much right now it hurt.

"You have to pace yourself, lover." Candy whispered in 
his ear as she ran her tongue along it's inner wall. 
"We still have a long way to go to get to that A."

Cupping one of her breasts, Candy lifted it up to 
Scott's face. She took a firm grip and guided the 
nipple into his mouth. Like a baby, Scott immediately 
began to suck on the nipple, running his tongue around 
the dark circle. The skin was rougher than Judy Ander's 
had been, but much firmer. Candy brought her other 
breast within reach and Scott alternated from nipple to 
nipple. Then he would bury his face between them as 
Candy pulled him close. 

As he withdrew from between the twin globes of 
chocolate delight, Candy kissed him again. Softly, 
repeatedly, covering his face as she pressed her ass 
down hard against his cock.

"As the baker man says," She laughed softly. 

"It's time to make the donuts."

Lifting her ass off his lap, Candy reached down and 
took hold of his throbbing cock. With a practiced ease, 
she positioned it at the entrance of her sugar walls. 
Then, gently, oh so slowly, she lowered her self onto 
Scott and him into her. Scott wanted to cry with 
delight as the slippery pink walls of Candy's tunnel 
wrapped around his probing manhood. 

He could feel the blood running up and down his member 
as Candy began a leisurely rise and fall, alternating 
the pressure against it. As she soon began to pick up 
the pace, small ripples of gratification began to 
radiate from her sexual center. As the minutes passed, 
the ripples became waves, and her rhythm increased even 
more.

"Not bad for a white boy..." She smiled as she paused 
in her motions just long enough to kiss him again. 
"Think we can skip over that B and go right to an A?"

"I'm not really in a position to argue...." Scott 
replied as he gripped her dark breasts and played with 
them as she bounced.

"Oh yeh," Candy moaned, "This is real nice." 

Scott was too wrapped up in the building eruption in 
his balls to answer. He knew that it would only be 
another or minute or two.

"Oh yeh, baby," Candy shouted. "Give me that pretty 
white cock! Fuck my black ass!"

As the mention of her black ass, Scott's eyes lit up. 
It was only a moment, but it was enough for Candy to 
notice.

"Scott Stevenson, you horny little boy!" Candy laughed 
as she suddenly stopped in mid-stroke. "I'd have never 
have thought that of you."

"What's the matter?" Scott asked as he realized she had 
stopped.

Candy didn't answer, she pulled herself off him and ran 
out of the room. 

"I'll be right back." She called as she ran naked out 
of the room.

"I can't believe it!" Scott said to himself as felt the 
rising in his loins suddenly drop below the level of 
eruption. "Now. she has to go to the bathroom!"

Candy returned a few minutes later, a small glass jar 
in his hand. Scott wasn't sure what it was, but it had 
obviously come out of the medicine chest.

"This'll only take a second." She said as she scooped a 
large glob of Vaseline out of the jar and smeared it 
all over his still erect cock. Then she rubbed what was 
left over and into her asshole.

"You know, we already got to the A, Scott...." She said 
as she assumed a doggie position across the arm of the 
couch and spread her ass cheeks. "So I guess we're 
going to have to chalk this up as extra credit."

Scott laughed as he took hold of her ass and positioned 
the head of his cock against her puckered entrance. 
Between the Vaseline and the heavy coating of 
girlcream, his cock side in easily. Moving slowing at 
first, he eased in until his balls slapped against her 
butt. Then he just as slowly eased back, letting his 
cock spread the lubricant within her. 

"How bout that," Scott laughed, "All those sexual 
instruction books I read have finally paid off."

After the third reentry, he began to move faster, 
enjoying the tightness against his cock.

Candy began to pant as his penetrating cock filled her 
ass again and again. What had possessed her to try a 
cock up her ass again. The other two times she had 
tried it she was sore and bleeding for a week. Yet this 
time it felt astonishingly pleasant. Was it Scott's 
smaller cock, or just that he seemed to know what he 
was doing - or both. After a few more minutes, she no 
longer cared. All she knew was that it felt good.... 
real good!

"Fuck me!" She screamed. "Fuck my black ass. Give me 
your cock!"

Scott needed no further urging, it was his ultimate 
fantasy. With a tight grip on her hips, he drive his 
cock deeper and deeper into her tiny hole. He couldn't 
believe how tight it felt. Or how good.

"I'm gonna cum!" He panted as he tried to quicken his 
pace.

Candy, who had begun frantically rubbing her clit a 
little while before, knew she was almost at a climax 
herself. Scott yelled in excitement as he felt the hot 
stream leap from within his cock and fill her ass. He 
continued to pump away beyond his last drop, giving her 
to time to catch up.

With her ass still tightly wrapped around Scott's cock, 
Candy's orgasm was explosive. She screamed so loud that 
Scott feared the neighbor would hear and call the 
police. He reached beneath her and cupped each of her 
breasts. Lifting her upward until his mouth could reach 
hers, he kissed her deeply. He continued to hold tight 
against her, pinning their sweat covered bodies against 
the wall. Even after his cock softened and slipped free 
of her ass, he held her, not wanting to let go. 

"I never knew you could learn so much from books...." 
Candy finally said.

They both broke into uncontrollable laughter. 


--Epilogue--

The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully. Scott 
though of Candy constantly. The night hadn't gone as he 
thought it would, but it had been fun. It was a pity 
that come Monday morning the world would be back to 
normal. Candy would be back with the Rocketeers where 
she belonged and he would once again be King of the 
Nerds. But he had promised never to tell a soul what 
had happened. And as he has told Candy, who would 
believe him if he did?

"Hey Scott, got a minute." Roger Craig called as he ran 
up to Scott.

"What can I do you, Rog?" Scott said cheerfully.

"Well I see your in a better mood today." Roger 
observed. "You must've had a read good weekend."

"I just did some tutoring," Scott said with a smile, 
"Actually learned a few things myself."

"That's great, Scott. Actually it was tutoring that I 
wanted to talk to you about. I really hate to ask, but 
I was wondering if you could give me a hand with the 
physics final. I'm having a few problems."

"You know, Rog," Scott said. "I never really took the 
time to appreciate what a straight up guy you've always 
been. How you've always gone out of the way to boost my 
ego. Well now maybe its time for me to pay you back a 
little. Besides, tutoring is what I do best. Brain-
Jock, that's me!"

"Great!" Roger said. "I'll walk you to your next class, 
we'll work out the details."


Epilogue II

Roger and Chris had just passed the Administration 
building when the Football Captain noticed three 
familiar forms bearing down on them.

"Heads up, Brain-Jock" He said, "Rocketeers at two 
o'clock."

Scott turned to see Penny, Maria, and Candy walking 
into the quad. Each wore the bright yellow 
cheerleader's jackets, their names over their left 
breasts. His heart began to race as he looked at Candy. 
She gave him no sign of recognition, as if Saturday had 
never happened. 

"Maybe it really didn't." Scott said to himself as the 
trio came up to them. "Maybe I imagined it all."

"Hanging out with the dweeb now, Roger?" Penny said as 
she gave Scott a sour look. "I used to think a lot 
better of you."

"Maybe if you'd stop and really looked at who a person 
is and not where they stand in your social order, you'd 
have a lot more friends, Penny." Scott replied.

"I have all the friends I need, especially if their the 
right friends..." Penny grinned. " Right girls?" 

"Absolutely!" Chimed in Maria.

Penny took a few steps then realized that Candy hadn't 
followed her and Maria.

"Is there a problem, Candy?" She asked as she turned 
around.

Candy looked at Penny and Maria, then back at Scott. 
The back to Penny. 

"Scott?" She said as she walked up to him.

"Yes?" He said unemotionally, determined to honor his 
word.

"I was wondering...." She began. "Now that we've taken 
care of my history class, do you think that maybe you 
could tutor me in any other subjects?"

Penny stood there open mouthed. She couldn't believe 
her friend could have anything to do with this dork, 
even something like tutoring.

"You want me to...." He stuttered. "But I thought you 
said...."

Scott didn't have a chance to finish. Candy grabbed his 
tie and pulled him to her in one quick motion. 

"Lover, sometimes you think too much...." Candy said 
with a broad smile as she pulled him closer and planted 
a long, deep soul kiss on him.

Maria dropped her books in shock. She turned to say 
something to Penny and was started not to see the girl 
who was next to her only a second before.

It took her a moment to realize she was looking in the 
wrong direction. Penny had fainted and was laying by 
her feet. 

Candy and Scott still didn't notice the girl sprawled - 
they were still kissing.... and kissing.... and 
kissing....

END
1997

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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