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One Smart Student
by S A Campbell (address withheld)

***

Struggling actress Leah Remini offers to tutor the 
young son of a former employer in hopes that if she 
helps him in school his father might help her career 
goals. The kid is smart but just not dedicated. He 
finally says he'll apply himself but he has a price for 
his work. (F/m-teen, ped, reluc, celeb-parody)

***

"Come on Dustin, think," Leah said disgustedly as she 
tossed her hand in the air. She shook her head and took 
a deep breath watching the fourteen year old boy 
sitting by her at the table. She dropped her hand to 
the tabletop saying with as much patience as she could 
muster, "You know this stuff. What's the trouble? You 
act like you really don't care."

The youth just shrugged his shoulders and said, "What 
difference does it make?"

"It makes a lot of difference," Leah told him firmly. 
She leaned towards him saying, "You need to know this 
stuff if you want to go to college."

"My old man has enough money to send me where ever I 
want to go," he answered with an almost bored tone.

"But you won't be admitted to any college if you flunk 
the entrance exams," Leah countered. She tossed a hand 
in the air asking, "And then where will you be?"

"My old man has plenty of money," he said as he sat 
there with a sullen demeanor. He shook his head telling 
her, "And besides I'll be working for my Dad after I 
get out of school. So I won't have to go to college."

Leah shook her head in dismay; his father was very 
wealthy and she didn't want to admit it but that was 
why she had offered to tutor his young son. She had 
learned that his father, who she had worked for, was 
looking for a private tutor for Dustin. Leah had let it 
be known, indirectly, that she could help the boy if 
his father was interested. The reason for her offer was 
that she hoped she could garner the favor or at least 
the assistance of his father in helping her to further 
her career desires. Maybe if she was able to help his 
son he could in turn help her.

Unfortunately Dustin was not all that keen on being 
helped; although it was only their second session he 
had made it quite clear that he had no real interest in 
improving his grades. Leah knew that her plan to 
capitalize on helping him improve his grades was in 
serious jeopardy if he refused to allow her to help. 

"Besides why do I need to know this stuff?" He asked 
with a wave at the text book they were using.

"You have to know how to add and subtract," Leah 
responded slowly shaking her head.

"Why I can always use a computer," he told her with a 
shrug.

"But what if the computer is broke?" She countered.

"Well I can always have someone else do it," he said 
with an almost arrogant assurance.

"But how will know if they're doing it right?"

"Well they better," he said with a confident nod. He 
folded his arms across his chest adding, "Cause when 
I'm in charge they better do what I say."

"I see," Leah said with a slow nod. She shook her head 
surprised by the kid's arrogance. She didn't know how 
to motivate him not when he had such self confidence. 
She knew that he was planning to ride on his father's 
success and wealth. Slowly she asked, "What will you do 
if your father loses his money?"

"He won't," Dustin assured her.

"But what if?" She persisted.

"What are you gonna do if he does?" He countered 
locking stares with her.

"What do you mean?" Leah asked a little perplexed by 
his question.

"Hell I figured you're wanting something out of this," 
he said with a shrug. He nodded at her saying, "You 
probably are hoping to get something out of this. I 
mean you're not a real teacher."

"No I'm not," Leah admitted with a slow nod.

"So what's in it for you?"

"Well yes I'm hoping that maybe your father can help me 
out if I help you improve your grades," Leah confessed 
with a casual shrug.

"Well it looks to me then that you need my help too," 
Dustin said confidently as he settled back in his 
chair.

"And how is that?" Leah asked curtly. She was getting 
rather tired with his game and his attitude in general. 

"Well it would seem to me that if my grades don't get 
any better then my Dad just might decide that you ain't 
doing a good job and dump you," he said with a smug 
grin. He cocked his head to one side asking, "And then 
what for you?"

Leah stared at the arrogant boy her disdain for him 
steadily creeping up. Id it wasn't for her hope that 
his father could help her career dreams she probably 
would have said the hell with it. She didn't want to 
admit it but she would have been quite pleased to see 
this conceited little punk fail completely; probably 
would be the best thing that could ever happen to him. 
Unfortunately she wasn't hired to provide moral 
guidance to him; she was just supposed to help him get 
better grades.

"Well I guess I'll just have to try another way to get 
what I want out of life," Leah said with a casual flick 
of her hand. She wanted to grimace, she sounded like 
one of those cheesy characters on the old TV shows, 
spouting good old fashion values. Well they did make 
sense so maybe there was some value to them.

"But if I do better in school?" Dustin asked as he 
unfolded his arms and rested one on the table. He 
glanced down at the smooth wooden surface as he 
casually drew a small circle on it with the tip of his 
finger. As he did he nonchalantly asked, "If that 
happened you wouldn't have to try something else, 
right?"

"Yes," Leah answered tiredly and nodding her head. She 
ran a hand through her shoulder length dark brown hair 
tossing a quick glance over at the clock and saw that 
they had just under an hour left. She hoped that he 
wasn't trying to drag this out in hopes of avoiding any 
more work.

"So like I said, it seems to me that you need me more 
than I really need you," the youth said as he stretched 
his legs out and slipped his hands behind his head.

"Okay it might seem like that," Leah admitted with an 
exasperated huff. She sensed that he was working 
towards something and knowing what a scheming little 
boy he was she figured it probably wasn't right. Hoping 
to end his procrastination and get back to work she 
asked in a frustrated tone, "Okay Dustin you obviously 
want something, now what is it?"

Leah figured that if he wanted to try and blackmail her 
there was little he could get from her. She had very 
little money he could try and get out of her and if he 
was hoping to somehow get her to provide the answers he 
would need for his upcoming tests he was sadly mistaken 
about that. She shivered slightly when she saw his eyes 
drop briefly down to her ample bust and then back up to 
her face. Her unease stirred a little more when she 
noted the ends of his mouth were tipped up in a slight 
smile; a cold, cocky smile.

"Okay its real simple," Dustin said as he sat up. He 
locked stares with her and calmly said, "I wanna feel 
your boobs."

"You what?" Leah exclaimed her eye brows shooting up in 
surprise. Her jaw drop and she sat back in her chair as 
she stared at the youth as he calmly sat there looking 
at her.

"I want to feel your boobs," he repeated acting as if 
it was a simple request. 

"I...I don't think so young man," Leah said in a 
measured tone. She wanted to smack the arrogant little 
bastard clear out of his chair but she knew that would 
not resolve the problem. She was both stunned and upset 
by his casual demeanor. He was sitting there acting as 
if he had just made some kind of neutral comment about 
the days' weather. Regaining her composure she leaned 
towards him slightly and waved a finger in his face 
saying with as much firmness as she could muster, "I'm 
not going to say anything to your father about what you 
just said. I should but I won't."

"Doesn't bother me," he said with a cocky wave of his 
hand. He looked at her saying, "But I ain't gonna do 
any of this crap you're wanting me to do. In fact I 
just might tell my old man that you're not helping me 
at all. I might tell him that you just sit and listen 
to music while I'm here and aren't helping me at all. 
Gee and since my grades won't be any better he might 
just get rid of you. Hmmm.

"Or maybe I'll tell him that you tried to put the moves 
on me. Gee what do you think he'd do then, if I told 
him that you were trying to get me to fool around with 
you?"

"You wouldn't," Leah said in a shocked voice.

"Try me," he responded in a haughty voice. Leah could 
tell he wasn't kidding. She also knew that if he did do 
as he threatened and even if she was able to disprove 
his allegations the harm it would do to her career 
hopes would be devastating.

Leah sat back in her chair, staring at the kid whose 
eyes were alternating from her face down to her bust 
and back. She had a bad feeling that even if she denied 
the kid's bogus claims his dear old Dad would probably 
whole heartedly believe him. The little jerk was 
probably quite adept at manipulating his father; she 
could just imagine the little jerk telling his father 
his outlandish tale, complete with tears. Maybe he 
should be considering a career in acting instead of 
her. 

"So we got a deal?" He asked after a few quiet seconds.

"A deal?" Leah asked with a quick shake of her head. 
She again ran a hand through her hair asking, "What 
deal? You're blackmailing me."

"Whatever," he said with a bored shrug. He nodded at 
her saying, "Let me feel your boobs and I'll make sure 
to tell Dad what a great teacher you are."

Again Leah fought the urge to slap the kid clear into 
next week. This kid was going to be one hell of a fiend 
when he grew up; if he grew up. She again cast a 
hurried glance at the clock vainly hoping that somehow 
the remaining hour had magically passed. The only 
consolation she could find in the whole thing was that 
he was so young. She hoped that he wasn't too 
experienced in sexual matters. But then again with the 
kind of devious mind he apparently possessed he could 
be quite experienced.

Accepting the sordid fact that she had no real 
alternative Leah slowly shook her head. She averted her 
eyes as she sat there clearly feeling his horny eyes on 
her chest. Keeping her eyes directed to a spot on the 
far wall, Leah carefully scooted her chair over so she 
was directly in front of him. She clearly heard his 
triumphant grunt and from the edge of her vision saw 
him shift forward.

"Take your top off," he told her eagerly.

"Oh no," Leah said as she brought her eyes to him. She 
smiled grimly as she wagged a finger in front of his 
face saying, "You said that you wanted to feel my 
breasts, you didn't say anything about me taking off my 
blouse. That was our deal."

Dustin stared at her with a hard glare; she could see 
the muscles in his jaw twitch. She wished she could 
laugh at the complete lunacy of the whole thing; she 
was setting limits on what she was going to submit to 
by this sexual manic fourteen year old. After a brief 
stare down he apparently decided to not press the 
issue. He grimaced slightly and shrugged his shoulders. 
Leah sighed softly finding some pleasure in her small 
victory; her triumphant feeling was short-lived.

Eagerly Dustin scooted to the edge of his chair and 
leaned towards her. Leah again looked away as the young 
man reached out and placed his hands firmly on her 
boobs. He groaned longingly as he pressed his palms 
full against her mounds and his fingers closed about 
them. He sat there for a long moment, gripping her 
boobs and apparently savoring the feel of them through 
her blouse and bra. Leah wondered if this was the first 
time the little freak had ever played with a woman's 
breasts; not that it really mattered one way or the 
other.

Leah looked at Dustin from the corner of her vision and 
not surprisingly saw that his excited eyes were glued 
to her chest. She grimaced slightly as he pressed his 
fingers into the mass of her boobs, holding them 
firmly. After a few seconds of just squeezing her 
mounds he began to move his hands side to side. Slowly, 
hesitantly he moved her boobs out and then pushed them 
together in the center of her chest. He held them 
pressed together and rubbed them against each other. 
Leah shuddered slightly and closed her eyes as she 
heard his nervous quick laugh.

"This is great," he said in a breathless whisper as he 
allow her boobs to settle back to their normal position 
on her chest, keeping his hands on them. He moved his 
palms to the underside of her ample bust and then 
slowly pushed her mounds upward. He held her boobs up 
on her chest and roughly moved his hands back and 
forth, saying, "Boy you've got a great pair of jugs."

Leah gritted her teeth lightly wondering if the little 
jerk was wanting her to thank him for the compliment. 
He lessened his pressure on her mounds and allowed them 
to heavily sag back down to their proper position. His 
hands never left contact with her mounds as soon as 
they had settled back he pressed his fingers back into 
them. He quickly gripped her boobs, pressing his palms 
against them as he did. Leah could feel her mounds 
being pressed back against chest; her tit flesh 
spilling out the top part of her bra cups. Keeping her 
boobs mashed back against her ribs he began to rub them 
from side to side, grunting loudly as he did.

Suddenly he pulled his hands from her slightly aching 
boobs causing Leah to open her eyes hoping that her 
torment was over, and looked at the kid. As she did 
Dustin reached out with one hand and hooked his index 
finger inside the neckline of her blouse. Leah gasped 
loudly and brought a hand to his wrist as he roughly 
pulled her neckline down and away from her chest 
slightly. She was worried that he would rip her blouse 
as she heard the loud rending noise from her blouse as 
he pulled the fabric taut.

"Wha...wait a second," was all she could say as she 
leaned forward slightly to prevent him from tearing her 
top and ease the pressure it was causing on her neck.

"I wanna see what kind of bra you're wearing," he told 
her as he came out of his seat. He leaned forward, 
forcing Leah to sharply lean her head back so their 
heads wouldn't bump together. She could feel the tip of 
his index finger lightly touching her chest, between 
her breasts and just below the short strap between the 
cups of her bra. She assumed that most of her chest, at 
least the middle part of it, was uncovered. She also 
feared that her blouse was stretched out but that was 
just a minor thing at the moment.

"Ummm yeah that looks great," he muttered as he hooked 
his other finger inside the stretched neckline and drew 
it over uncovering more of her chest. He groaned 
longingly as he gazed at her chest, saying, "Oh man I 
was hoping you'd have on a see through one." 

Leah wondered if she should apologize; she didn't know 
that she was going to let some punk grope her or else 
she would have dressed better for it. She guessed that 
he had uncovered the upper half of her bra clad 
breasts; she was wearing a plain flesh toned bra. She 
wanted to ask the jerk if he liked the bra she was 
wearing but decided against it. 

A little clumsily he sat back down, keeping his fingers 
hooked inside the neckline of her top. Once he had 
plopped back down he leaned forward again and roughly 
thrust his hand inside her top. He grunted as he 
grabbed her bra encased boob. She gripped his forearm 
with both hands but made no real effort to remove his 
hand as he squeezed her boob. She groaned softly as he 
mashed her boob, drawing it up her chest slightly as he 
did. She shifted slightly as his fingertips dug into 
her flesh, luckily the satiny material of her bra cup 
shield her tender flesh from his fingernails.

Dustin released her aching boob and slid his hand up 
her chest until his palm was pressed against the smooth 
skin of her upper chest. He moved his other hand over, 
hooking his finger inside the strap of her bra and 
pulling it over. He then jammed his other hand into the 
cup of her bra, forcing it over as he did. Leah 
grimaced as he roughly worked his hand into the cup of 
her bra and gripped her boob.

Dustin inhaled sharply when his fingers moved over her 
nipple. He giggled softly as he began to firmly rub her 
cone of tit flesh with his fingertips. His caress was 
rough; not light or gentle at all. Firmly he pressed 
his fingers against her boob as he rubbed her nipple 
about, groaning hungrily as he did. He stopped his 
rubbing and worked his thumb into her bra cup, clamping 
her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Leah 
inhaled through her nose as he began to pinch her 
stiffening nipple. She shuddered and closed her eyes, 
partly to try and block out the arousal that was 
stirring in her and also to block the sight of the 
little punk. He had a smug, triumphant look on his 
face; one that Leah would have loved to smack off.

Slowly, steadily he increased the pressure he was 
exerting on her turgid nipple. As he did he began to 
slowly rotate it back and forth. Leah cursed both him 
and her own body when she heard him chuckle softly and 
felt her nipple hardening from his action. Apparently 
the little deviant knew what it meant when a woman's 
nipples were hard. He continued to tweak her turgid 
nipple for a number of seconds before releasing it. He 
forced his hand further into her bra cup until his 
fingertips were touching the inside edge of the lower 
part of her bra cup; he had jammed his whole hand into 
her cup. He began to move his hand back and forth 
rubbing her nipple against his palm.

"I wanna see your boob," he eagerly told her. With his 
other hand still pulling her neckline down he forced it 
even lower, until he had drawn it over and beneath her 
breast. As he did he hooked the end of his index finger 
inside the cup of her bra and drew that over and down 
too. Once he had he gripped her boob and raised it out 
of the cup of her bra. Leah wanted to stop him but she 
figured he wouldn't give up and there was little sense 
in arguing with the creep.

Dustin released her boob, moving his hand to her 
stretched neckline and pulled it over so her boob was 
completely uncovered. He sat back slightly and stared 
at her bare boob, shaking his head slightly and grunted 
approvingly. After a few quiet seconds he gently placed 
his index finger on her erect nipple and slowly jiggled 
it back and forth. He then slipped his finger off her 
nipple and began to slowly, firmly trace the dark puffy 
circle that surrounded the base of her nipple.

"Like that?" He asked quietly as he continued to 
tenderly trace her areola. Leah still had her eyes 
closed and her mouth was partly open. She wanted to 
tell him no but she was afraid her words would fail 
her; the best she could do was groan softly deep in her 
throat. She heard him chuckle softly, an almost 
triumphant chuckle, and she sensed that he knew he was 
getting her aroused. He continued lightly caressing her 
areola, telling her, "Man you really ought to not wear 
a bra."

Leah hastily swallowed and licked her strangely very 
dry lips. In a breathless whisper she asked, 
"Wh...why?"

"Damn 'cause you have such a great rack!" He responded 
almost sounding like he was surprised by her answer. He 
shook his head and with a quick nod at her chest said, 
"Man you ought to be showing these puppies off more."

Again the only thing Leah could do was groan deep in 
her throat as she sat there rock still, gripping the 
edge of the chair she was sitting on. She knew that she 
had a nice chest, she really didn't need this scheming 
little kid telling her that and she had no real problem 
displaying it, within reason of course. She didn't want 
to admit it but she had decided that if it was 
necessary to further her career ambitions she would be 
willing to use her body, again within reason. Part of 
her pointed out that she had offered to tutor this kid 
to try and further her career hopes and this creep was 
now enjoying her body to help her. She wasn't sure if 
this was the right thing but she tried to tell herself, 
if it helped her get what she wanted then maybe it 
wasn't all that wrong. She just wished she could be 
sure that it would help her career dreams.

Leah's eyes fluttered open as Dustin slid his hand 
across her chest, hooking his fingers just underneath 
her bra strap and began to pull both the strap and her 
blouse over. She knew that her blouse was probably 
stretched out since he had already forced it down below 
her boob and now was pulling it over to uncover her 
other one. As he was drawing her top over he used his 
other hand to keep her first boob uncovered. Rather 
roughly he forced her top down below her boob; he had 
pulled her top down far enough so that both of her 
boobs were thrusting out over the neckline. 

As he was forcing her blouse open he also pulled the 
strap of her bra over, along with the upper part of the 
cup of her bra. Leah meekly sat there as he drew her 
top open, totally baring her chest. He moved his other 
hand and jammed it into the cup of her bra, forcing it 
down and gripped her boob. He lifted it out of her bra, 
pulling the now empty cup down.

Eagerly Dustin grabbed her blouse, just inside the 
neckline and drew it open as far as he could. He had 
pulled her top down to below her boobs and over so that 
they were totally uncovered. He sat there staring at 
her bare chest and grunted approvingly, shaking his 
head slowly.

"Sweet," he said admiringly.

Dustin moved his hands back onto Leah's now bare boobs; 
she shuddered as his hands closed about her mounds. His 
manner, compared to just a few seconds ago, almost 
seemed tentative. He pressed his hands fully against 
her steadily rising and falling boobs but not as 
roughly. It was almost as if now that he had them 
uncovered he was fearful of hurting them if he was too 
rough. Slowly, firmly he moved his hands over her pale 
boobs; across the upper gentle swell, along the 
outsides of them and then along their full undersides. 
He ended his rather gentle sweep at her erect nipples, 
rubbing them with his fingertips. He moved his hands to 
the outside of Leah's ample bust and then slowly pushed 
them together in the center of her chest.

Leah took a shaky breath as he held her boobs pressed 
together and began to slowly rub them against each 
other. As he did he pressed his fingers into the milky 
white flesh of her boobs. Leah noted that there was a 
soft smile on his lips; obviously he was thoroughly 
enjoying himself. As he held her boobs together he 
moved his thumbs over so he could rub her nipples, 
again making her shudder.

Apparently he detected her shiver because he moved his 
hot stare from her chest to her face. With an almost 
teasing tone he asked, "Like that?"

Leah didn't trust her words so she simply shook her 
head; she had a feeling that he could tell that her 
denial was a little forced. If he did or didn't 
obviously didn't affect his actions. He continued to 
push her boobs together and toy with her erect nipples. 
He returned his gaze to her mounds, saying, "Man you 
have a great rack. This is great."

Easing his inward push on her boobs Dustin allowed them 
to settle back to their normal position. Once they had 
he shifted his hands to the underside of them and began 
to slowly push them up. Leah glanced down at her chest 
as he steadily shoved them up. After he had he asked in 
a breathless rush, "Ever licked your own nipples?"

Leah wasn't sure just how to respond to his crude 
question; if she should just answer it or if it was 
more of a suggestion. Hastily she just shook her head 
no. She didn't want to tell him that she had had enough 
men lick her nipples.

"Try it," he told her giving her boobs a hard quick 
little shove. In an excited whisper he said, "Let me 
see you lick your nipples."

Shuddering and wishing she was in control so she could 
refuse his disgusting request Leah closed her eyes. She 
bent her head forward as far as she could. As she did 
she could clearly hear the boy's excited breathing. He 
gripped her boobs a little firmer and even forced them 
a little higher up on her chest as if trying to assist 
her. She felt her lips touch her turgid nipple and 
quickly she kissed the end of it. Without really 
pausing to think she stuck her tongue out and ran it 
over her erect nipple. She didn't want to admit it, at 
least not the little jerk, but it was rather exciting. 

Without being told to she moved her head over and 
repeated her efforts on her other nipple and then 
raised her head, letting it roll back to relieve some 
of the kinks that had formed. As she did Dustin allowed 
her boobs to settle heavily back down on her chest.

"My turn," he eagerly said as she slowly rolled her 
head.

Before she could react he leaned forward, still 
gripping her boobs tightly. Leah bent her head forward 
and watched as the youth pressed his face to her boob. 
He opened his mouth wide and pressed it firmly against 
her boob, almost as if he wanted to try and stuff her 
big boob completely into his mouth. She wanted to 
proudly assure him that his mouth wasn't big enough to 
take all of her boob; despite how big his mouth may be. 

Hungrily he nuzzled on her boob, jamming his tongue 
against it as he did. She just hoped he wouldn't leave 
a mark; she didn't want to have to try and explain how 
she got a hicky on her boob.

After noisily sucking on her boob he quickly shifted to 
her other and repeated his efforts. Leah shivered as 
the air from the room washed over her wet nipple making 
it even a little harder. After nuzzling on her other 
tit for a few seconds he pulled his mouth away. Before 
he straightened he gave her nipple a hard kiss.

"Satisfied?" Leah asked after he had sat back but 
keeping his hands on her boobs.

"I guess so," he said with a casual shrug but 
maintaining his hand placement.

Finally finding some resolve Leah reached up and moved 
his hands from her aching and tingling mounds. After 
she had she hastily moved the straps of her bra back up 
onto her shoulders and adjusted the cups of her bra so 
they once more covered her boobs. She then fixed her 
top as best she could; she had been right, it had been 
stretched out severely. Her blouse now loosely hung 
down so the, what had been a modest neckline, now 
dropped to just a little above her nipple line. The 
upper part of her chest was quite visible, along with 
the upper half of her bra covered boobs. She would 
obviously have to change tops before his father 
arrived.

"We need to get back to work," Leah said in a weak 
tone. She glanced over at the clock, dismayed to see 
that there was still close to forty-five minutes left. 
She silently prayed that his father would be early in 
picking him up real early.

"I've got an idea," Dustin said as they moved their 
chairs back near the table.

"And what's that?" Leah asked.

Reaching out he placed his hand on her boob, giving it 
a quick squeeze and saying, "If I improve my grades you 
let me play with these again."

Leah carefully moved his hand away, saying, "We'll 
see."

"He raised his grades to a B Leah," Dustin's father 
said proudly. He was grinning broadly as he stood in 
his office his arm around his young son's shoulders. He 
shook his head as he looked at Leah saying, "I didn't 
think it was possible but you really helped him out. 
How in the world did you do it?"

"Oh well," Leah said with a quick shake of her head. 
She glanced at the young man and wasn't too surprised 
to see that he was eyeing her bust. She glanced back at 
his father saying, "He's really a very smart kid. He 
just needed some motivation."

Dustin moved his eyes from her chest to her face and 
gave her a knowing smile, which she quickly returned. 
His father laughed and patted his son on the back 
saying, "Well I guess you knew what it was to get him 
to buckle down."

"Yeah she's a great teacher Dad," Dustin said quickly.

"Well she must be," he said shaking his head. He 
glanced at the two as he said, "And I understand you've 
agreed to help tutor him through the summer now too?"

"Sure," Leah said with a nod. She glanced at Dustin 
adding, "If that's okay?"

"It sure is."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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