Most Personal Tutor

By W M James

When Andy is having girlfriend troubles, he turns to his university tutor, Tanya, for advice. But when Tanya receives some bad news, she is the one in need of comfort. And as things start to turn steamy between the two of them, Andy must struggle with his conscience... and his feelings!

• Language: English
• Publisher: W M James
• Release date: Mar 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311940728

W M James

I live in a world of my own imaginings. Come and join me...

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Most Personal Tutor

Copyright 2015 W M James

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Photographer: Jenn LeBlanc/Illustrated Romance

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Fantasy

Chapter 2: Kiss

Chapter 3: Dishes

Chapter 4: Guitars

Chapter 5: News

Chapter 6: Blankets

Chapter 7: Spring

About the Author

Other Books by the Author

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Most Personal Tutor

Chapter 1: Fantasy

The light coming in through the curtains was what woke Andy. Just like every other stupid morning since Carmen insisted on buying stupid yellow curtains. And, just like every other stupid morning these days, he woke with a raging erection, dick so stiff it was painful. He stretched his shoulders, hearing a little pop in the right one and a little boing from the dodgy bed spring.

Strawberries.

He could smell strawberries. Such a beautiful smell to wake up to.

Every stupid morning, he woke up to the smell of strawberries. And licked his lips. And turned to look at her. She was so beautiful when she was asleep: peaceful and relaxed. If only she could be more like that the rest of the time. He snorted at the thought. It was a mean thought, he realised. Mean and unworthy. He pushed it back down and studied her sleeping form. Her hair was long, pale blonde, and it fell across her face in delicate wisps, like strands of spiders' webs. Her skin was fair and soft, bee-sting lips curved into a little sleepy smile. Maybe she was dreaming: she looked like she could be dreaming. Andy wondered what she might dream of these days. The golden light coming through the curtains made her white skin glow.

His erection twitched at the sight of her. It was aching, lonely, feeling neglected. He grasped it in one hand, as if to contain it. His other hand gently stroked Carmen's smooth white shoulder. She moved slightly and gave a little sigh. She was gentler in the early morning, a softer version of herself. She was like the girl he met in First Year, all that time ago. He thought about the first time he saw her, manning the charities' stall in Freshers' Week. She'd had her hair up in a simple ponytail: the graceful curve of her neck, the gentle curves of her jaw and forehead, had drawn him across to talk to her. And she hadn't been interested. She had a boyfriend already, of course. Damien. The guy was a complete prick: drove an Audi and liked to splash the cash around.

Andy's hand glided back up her upper arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She moved a little again, reacting to his touch in her sleep.

Damien. They'd had quite a few chats about that guy over the past couple of years, between one thing and another. She hated him now. Maybe not as much as Andy did. Definitely not as much as Mark did. But that was a whole other story. Andy briefly wondered what Damien was up to now. Not that he cared. That had been a spectacular break-up. Shouting and shrieking, throwing and banging. Andy and Carmen were vague friends by then, so he was around for some of the fireworks. Nasty stuff. Having a liking for Carmen made it very difficult not to enjoy the way she humiliated Damien in public. He smiled faintly, remembering how his hopes had flared up the day she publicly dumped Damien.

He traced the line between her upper arm and breast, watching her nipple harden as his fingertips swerved around the lower curve of her breast. He took his hand away and just watched her for a while, eyes closed in peace. It was a beautiful, tranquil scene: so different from the way her eyes flashed and nostrils flared when she screamed at Damien.

Andy returned to stroking her shoulder, slowly massaging his cock at the same time. Carmen moved again, as if she was aware of his attention even in her sleep. His breath quickened. Her skin was delicate, her shoulder a graceful feminine curve. He lightly swept her hair back from her face, letting the backs of his fingers touch her cheek on the way. Her lips parted slightly. Andy caressed her cheek. She wriggled slightly against his palm. Andy's hips began to move of their own accord, pushing his cock against his palm. He leaned across and placed the lightest kiss on Carmen's forehead, letting his hand trail down her bare back. She burrowed her head into his shoulder, nuzzling into him. He kissed her cheek, her ear, the side of her neck. When he heard her give a tiny gasp, he realised she was awake. He felt her soft, wet lips on his shoulder as he kissed her upper arm. They nibbled each other's shoulders, and Carmen made a sleepy sound in her throat. They found each other's lips, a soft, tentative kiss at first. Andy caressed her small breast, delighting in the hardness of her nipple, the smooth softness of her skin. Carmen placed a hand on his chest, fingers starting to clutch at him with mounting passion. Her tongue flickered against his own, and he felt her hips and thighs begin to fidget.

Please, Andy thought. Oh please, Car.

And then she was kissing him hard, her lips hungry on his ear, tongue trailing down his neck. Her hands were on his body, greedily appraising the hard curves of his muscles. He gasped and swept his own hand down her side, over the smooth crest of her hip. Her thighs scissored against each other and she sank her teeth into his shoulder. He swore softly, the sudden pain amplifying his lust. Carmen's hands found his chest, closing into claws, nails digging into his chunky pecs. He moaned and let go of his cock, worried he might explode too soon. Their lips found each other, hot and open.

Andy wriggled closer, slipping a hand around her waist. He moaned into her mouth. Her kiss felt so good after such a long time. She smelled of strawberries; she even tasted of strawberries. He flicked the end of his tongue across her lip. He wanted to kiss her everywhere, he wanted to taste her, to take her all in. Her hands were on his head, pulling him urgently into her kiss. Her nails raked into his hair: it hurt a little, a pulse of excitement shooting all the way to his cock.

He shifted over again, getting even closer, raising another boing from the bed spring. He pressed against her, his cock jammed against the tightness of her belly. She shuddered at the touch. Her tongue came to meet his own, and she pressed against him with her hips. Carmen slid her hand down his chest slowly, kissing him harder. Her fingers stroked the ridges of his abs, then turned and reached for his cock. Andy's head arched back and he gasped, spikes of thrill stabbing through his whole body.

'Mmm,' she murmured. 'Somebody's up already.'

She gave a wicked giggle at that and began playing his cock slowly up and down. The sensation was delicious, the head of his cock bulging, slick with his natural lubricant. He put his own hand on top of Carmen's, a blind man trying to follow what she was doing.

'Oh god that's good,' he whispered.

His whole body moved with her: he was a puppet on her string. His hand coasted up her forearm, palm and fingers melding themselves to her soft shapes. She was nibbling his chest, teasing him with her tongue. Her pale blonde hair tickled his chin. He kissed her head, taking in her subtle, sexy scent. She let go of his cock; the absence of her hand left him gasping. She used that hand to push him right onto his back. He went with it, grinning at her as she sat up to straddle him. She covered his face with hot kisses, her hair draping down on either side, cocooning him in a magical moment of pleasure. Her hands were on his chest, stroking and squeezing. He returned the favour, holding her breasts, feeling the nipples press into his palms.

Carmen shifted on top of him and he became aware of the heat of her sex: she was very ready for him. He wriggled down a little, trying to enter her. She sat up, arching her back against his hands on her breasts.

'Squeeze,' she whispered. 'Hard.'

She had her lip between her teeth and she gave a little moan as she ground her pubic bone against him. He was desperate to be inside her.

She glanced to the side and stiffened, suddenly cold. She sat absolutely still like that, silent, as if frozen in place.

Andy frowned.

'What is it?'

'Is that the—? Please tell me that isn't…'

She reached across and grabbed his watch off the bedside cabinet. She stared at it with an odd sort of horror, as if the act of staring could somehow change the reality. Andy shivered, his body rippling with the lust that had built up inside him. He wriggled again slightly, trying to save the moment.

'Shit!' Carmen whispered. 'Oh fucking hell!' She rolled off him and sat up on her side of the bed, grabbing her phone. 'Why didn't—? Oh it's dead. I forgot to charge the stupid thing.'

And, with that, she darted over to her chest of drawers.

'Whoa!' Andy protested. 'What are you—?'

'I've slept in! I have to get to work!'

'But what about me? This?' He indicated his prone nakedness, taking in the quivering, but increasingly forlorn, dick. It seemed to stare up at him accusingly, its one eye glaring disapproval for his failure to do the deed.

Carmen pulled underwear out and threw it onto the bed, then hurried to the wardrobe, hauling it open and taking out her suit and a fresh white shirt.

'This is the real world now, Andrew. Everything isn't about you.'

'I never said that, Car. Just, literally, two minutes. You seriously don't have two—?'

She swept the underwear up on the way past, throwing open the bedroom door.

'Grow up, Andrew! I can't lounge about all day like a student anymore.'

And, with that, she was out of the room. He lay there, open-mouthed, staring at the empty door. She was really going. He could hear her in the bathroom already. His body was still shaking. He took a big, deep breath, held it for a bit and then blew it out loudly. He caught sight of his unhappy cock once more, quivering accusingly.

'Don't look at me like that,' he told it. His cock didn't answer.

'Right,' he called out. 'I'm going to the gym.'

Her muffled voice came back. 'I can't hear you.'

His two hands covered his face. 'Fuck,' he murmured. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.'

Mark grimaced as he sat down, clattering his tray onto the faded table beside Dinesh. He scraped a chair out and slumped down into it with an air of defeat. His face did lend itself to expressions of defeat, it was fair to