Tutored Sweetness

By Sharon Young

Shana Jones was normally a very good student. But her English professor thought that her work was getting sloppy. That she wasn’t living up to her full potential.

He referred her to a phenomenal student named Matthew Jones. Under his tutoring, her grades soared. Matthew was such a good tutor. He taught her more than book smarts. He taught Shana to open her mind and body to a whole new hypothesis.

See how this sexy tutor taught her how to love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662453670

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Tutored Sweetness

Sharon Young

Copyright © 2021 Sharon Young

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2021

ISBN 978-1-6624-5366-3 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-5367-0 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 1

I sat in the bleachers watching for the twentieth time my bestie doing her cheerleading act.

Natalie was a perfectionist. Me? I wasn’t. I had one professor riding my butt on how I was just barely passing his class because of my sloppy and no-thought-to work.

He, Mr. Doppler, said I had great potential as a writer but I wasn’t putting my best foot forward. That I needed a coach or tutor to help me advance my writing skills and that would be beneficial for me.

It was Mr. Doppler’s fault I was sitting here watching Natalie Wilkes, a.k.a. Nat, do this damn cheer over and over.

All because Mr. Doppler introduced me to Matthew Jones, a.k.a. Matt.

Matt and I were in a situation. And today, Matt told me he wanted to cut it off. That he felt feelings were coming into play and they were one-sided.

His feelings.

I sat looking like I was watching Nat but not really watching her. Remembering the awful altercation we had right before Nat saw me and wanted me to give my opinion on a cheer she had been working on.

Nat had been the captain of the high school cheerleading squad. And now at the university, she was really turning into an overachiever. She was already offered a cheerleading job with a pro football team. But she wanted one with a pro basketball team. She had her eyes on a New York or California team.

We were from a small town in Texas. And being able to go to one of those cities was a dream come true for the both of us.

Our university was on the outskirts of Houston, Texas. But to me and Nat, even though we had better access to Houston, which was a big city, we were still too close to home. I for sure wanted to breach out. My Bartholomew University scholarship had been a blessing I would never be able to fathom. But I felt that it was opening doors to other places. Much-higher places.

My parents had moved closer to the university. Actually, Dad had gotten a job offer in Houston, so that was how we all still got to be together.

Yuppie! I had thought. I didn’t have to stay in the dorm. That was great! And I loved my parents. I was an only child. And my parents loved me. That was why they didn’t want me always on the road coming home every weekend. I was so glad that it all worked out for the best.

Well, I didn’t feel glad now. Matt had really shaken my core. Damn him!

I wasn’t going to let him dump me. I was the one who always did the dumping. Who did he think he was? I stopped seeing William for him.

William, a.k.a. Will, was a running back for the college football team. William Thompson had been my boyfriend since high school.

Will had been very upset with me when I said that I thought we needed to break up. He threatened me that if he saw me with anyone else it would be trouble. That if he couldn’t have me at the Bartholomew University no one would. That I wouldn’t humiliate him or ruin his image.

It was always about him. That was why I was doing my best to keep Matt and me a secret.

Shana! Shana are you listening to me? Nat asked, making me leave that train of thought.

I snapped out of my thoughts. Uh, what was that? I asked her, looking at her now.

She was right in front of me on the bleachers.

"I asked how that was. But I see that you weren’t paying attention. So tell you what, I’ll do it again," she said, going back down the bleachers to the gym floor.

No, no, no. I had seen her the first time. It was good.

She just kept doing it over and over again. I got up and walked down the bleachers too.

Look, it was good the very first time. Please, I don’t need to watch it again. Can I go now? I asked her.

She smiled and hugged me. Then she got her backpack off the gym floor. I got mine off the bleachers.

You know, you need to go talk to Matt. He seems levelheaded. Don’t be stubborn. You know you got feelings for him. She was one of the people who knew of our relationship.

We were talking and walking to our cars. They were parked by the gym. It seemed the only place left to park when I got to school. Nat, because of her practicing all the time in the gym, was always parked in the same spot. Bartholomew had two huge gyms, not to mention the stadiums. It had a very good athletic department.

I really don’t understand why he is acting like this, I told Nat.

Shana, who likes to be a secret? That young man has been very patient with you. If I were him, I would have kicked you to the curb a long time ago. No matter how good your kitty-cat is, she said, being bluntly honest like always.

One reason I love her so.

Oh, he couldn’t just stop wanting this kitty-cat, I said, patting between my legs. Besides, I love how he makes it purr. I giggled.

Nat busted out laughing. That’s your problem, you nasty, she said jokingly.

Only for him, I said to her.

We were parked right next to each other.

She had a Camry that was new. Me, I had a restored Mustang. Me and my dad rebuilt the motor and basically put it together. I loved it, and one day, I was going to get it painted. The paint I wanted was expensive, so I had to wait. That was okay. It still looked good with the prime paint on it, and I knew what was under the hood. Roaring horsepower like the name represented. Mustang!

The sex is so good, Nat. One reason I am going to talk to him right now. I would have been gone, but somebody wanted me to watch her routine. How many times? I told her.

She laughed at me. Why didn’t you say so, creep? Bye. She got in her car, started it, and left.

I was about to get in mine when I heard someone calling my name. They were calling me from the football field.

Damn, it was William.

I couldn’t just leave. He saw me turn my head his way, so he knew I heard him.

He ran to where I stood quickly. Slightly out of breath.

So, a little birdie told me you are seeing a nerd named Matthew Jones. Say it isn’t so, he more so said to me. Not really asking me.

Yes, why? I said defensively to him.

I wasn’t intimated by William’s size. To me, he was a teddy bear.

Umph. You’ll see. I also heard from the little birdie that he broke up with you today. I think it would be wise to keep it that way. Or he might just get hurt.

There he went, threatening me again.

I didn’t respond to him then. I waited till I got in my car, and I rolled down my window. I hate to be threatened, Will. You’re not my man. And as far as I know, not my daddy either. So your words don’t mean anything to me. Now, watch your damn feet.

I went back, even if his feet were in the way. His ball career would have ended that day. He was a jerk. How did I ever date him? I wondered as he looked at me, mad, as I drove away.

I heard him screaming something to me. I had to get my Matt back. He was, like, one of my best friends. But we made sweet love every day. Maybe he was just tired of me, I thought, driving to his house.

Damn rain. Well, there goes my nice hairdo, I thought, running through the rain to Matt’s house. He stayed with his parents too instead of at the dorms.

His mother, Mrs. Dolly Jones, answered the door.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Jones, is Matt here? I asked her.

I was soaked to the bone. And I just had run from my car onto the porch. The rain was coming down hard.

Yes, baby, he is here. He told me to tell you if you came that he wasn’t here. But it is raining too hard to turn you away. Hold on, let me get him for you. And you something to dry off with, she said, and left me by the front door.

I wasn’t in the house yet, but the door was open. I was too soaked.

Matt came to the door looking angry.

My Matt, I thought.

He wore jeans and a T-shirt and some old Adidas tennis shoes, even though I had bought him some brand-new Nikes. He still liked his Adidas. He wore his hair short, but he had hair that was unruly, curly. I love to play with his curls.

Matt didn’t think so, but I knew he was very handsome. Only reason someone couldn’t tell was his glasses.

He had contact lenses. But he liked his glasses better. He didn’t like putting the contacts lenses in his eyes.

He looked at me up and down like he had a couple of hours ago. When I had been coming from a class. Where he broke it off with me.

I had on a pink sleeveless jumpsuit with pink heels to match and a black belt to show off my small waist. I thought that I had looked good leaving the house that morning. But now, I probably looked like a wet rat. Because he was looking at me like I wasn’t the bombshell I was.

What the hell are you doing here? Didn’t you hear me? he said angrily to me. He had the towel his mom had mentioned she was going to get for me.

Matthew, we don’t talk to guests like that. Let her in and give her the towel, or both of you will be mopping my floors, not fussing, she told us from the living room.

He looked back toward the living room, then he thought about it. Then he looked past me and saw the rain coming down in sheets.

Come in, Shana, he said, throwing me the towel.

I could tell it was only the rain that got me in his house. From how he had looked at me, I thought he was going to make me stand right there in the doorway.

But then he said, Let me find you something dry.

And he led me to his bedroom. I was so happy that it was raining.

Walking to his room, where we had spent countless hours making love, seemed foreign with how he was acting. Very unapproachable.

I stood by the window, looking out of it. It was raining harder. My back was to him.

You can talk since you’re here. Why are you here? he asked.

I could hear him digging in his dresser drawer for me some dry clothes. He dug out some shorts and a T-shirt.

I turned around to face him. I don’t understand why it is over.

"It never really even began, right? I heard you, Shana. I heard Johnny ask you what was the deal between me and you. Because he said he kept seeing your car here and my truck at your house a lot. You told him I was your tutor, nothing else. That it was nothing. So we are nothing. I’m making it true," he said, looking at me with contempt in his eyes.

Matt even went so far as to turn his back so I could change my clothes and put on the clothes he had gotten me, the dry clothes. I thought that was ridiculous. He had seen me nude so many times.

Matt, I only told Johnny that because of Will, who threatened to hurt anyone I dated, I explained to him.

I thought you and him were over? he asked me. His back was still turned to me.

Oh well, I thought.

He kept talking with his back to me. I pulled down the top part of my sleeveless jumpsuit with my half-bra. I put on the T-shirt.

Can you help me with my heels? I don’t want to sit down and wet your bed or chair. I was secretly plotting that that would make him stop acting so hard to deal with right now. That he would come by me and remember us.

I looked around. He had a dresser drawer set, a big queen-size bed, and a big 42-inch flat-screen TV. On his bed, he had lots of pillows because of me. He knew I like lots of pillows.

And then there was his baby. He called his laptop his baby. I got jealous of it sometimes. When he would be so off into something he was working on and would ignore me.

Matt also liked his music. He had a stereo system with speakers everywhere. He liked to play his music loud. His parents hated it. But what they didn’t realize—at least I hope they didn’t—was that he played it to cover up our lovemaking.

He turned around, looking at me suspiciously. He knelt and told me, Lean on my shoulder, Shana.

I did, and he unstrapped my shoes, holding my feet gently as he took off the heels. He was biting his lip. Looking at how my pants fitted me where he was eye level.

I unzipped my jumpsuit to roll it off my hips and legs. He stayed kneeling in front of me, breathing harder.

I rolled my underwear down my hips and legs too. Then I purposely moved my legs apart to get the shorts he had given me to put on off his bed.

I was about to put them on when he stopped me.

Wait! he said.

I smiled down at him. Had it worked?

Woman, you really are testing me, he said. He started to kiss me on my thigh, then where he had been looking eye level.

Matt, was all I could get out.

I hadn’t expected that he would do this. It felt so good. He pulled me closer and made me open my legs more so he could have better access to me. I did so very willingly.

It felt so good. I felt pleasure run through my body. My stomach. Umm, I couldn’t think, and I didn’t want to.

Then he stopped. He moved away from me, and he let go of the shorts so I could put them on. I was outdone. He sat on the floor.

Put on the shorts, Shana, he told me, looking at the floor, not at me.

I looked at him. I was in disbelief. I slowly put on the shorts, and I turned to the window, trying to gain some kind of composure. Damn, how could he do that and just turn cold again? My feelings got the best of me, and I got tears in my eyes. I hated that I did that. My body was betraying me. I tried to hide the fact that I was crying to him.

My body was aching for him to release the pressure he had just built up. I tried to ignore it. I wasn’t good at this game. I wasn’t used to rejection. I hadn’t even really done anything to warrant this treatment. Matt had heard and conceived everything wrong with Johnny.

So you’re a tease now? I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes. When was it when you just stopped wanting me? Is this all really from what you overheard?

That was nothing, remember? Matt said, getting off the floor and going to the counter by the restroom that had a mirror in his room.

And now you act as if you don’t care. That you don’t understand why I said what I did, I accused him.

I attempted to leave his room, heading for his closed bedroom door. I could go home in the rain. I would just drive slowly. Better to face the hard rain than to stay here and face his hardness. He obviously didn’t want me here.

He was fast. He caught me by the door. His toothbrush was still in his mouth, and he had toothpaste on his face.

Don’t start acting dramatic. Put the shoes on the other foot. How would you feel if it had been you and I was talking about you and said it was nothing? That you were nothing to me? he asked, moving his hand off my shoulders.

Noticing that I had been crying, he stalled, looking confused.

I told you I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. And it was only to get Johnny to go tell William something that wouldn’t get him to be bothering us, Matt. I did not mean that you were nothing. Yes, I lied and said that we weren’t together. I know we are something. I mean, I know it started out as a booty call-like thing. But I care deeply about you, I told him. You haven’t even said that to me. About caring, that is. But I do care a lot about you.

Stay right there, he said, going to finish brushing his teeth and washing the toothpaste off his mouth.

He came back to stand in front of me, then he sat on the bed that was close to him. He instructed me to sit too. And I did, close to where I had been sitting.

The rain was coming down harder. That was the only sound in his room. Until…

I don’t think you really want me here, I said to him, breaking the silence.

You’re right. You’re only here because I have an awesome mother. You’re only here because of my mom, he told me, looking at me angrily.

I stood back up. That’s what I knew, I said, returning his anger now.

He was acting like a jerk now. I wanted to leave, rain and all.

He pulled me back down, this time on his lap. He didn’t move me away. You are staying here because of me. I mean, why not one last booty call?

He kissed me and pushed me back on the bed, off his leg slightly. Then he got on top of me, prying my legs apart to lie between them.

My body was such a damn betrayer. I felt turned on immediately.

Don’t change my words around. I said that was how it started, not how it is now. It’s not like that on my part. I heard you say you cared about me earlier. You said that it was one-sided. It’s not, I told him between kisses.

He took his glasses off, laying them on the nightstand. And like always, I thought of Superman and Clark Kent. But I always could tell that Clark Kent was Superman. The glasses didn’t camouflage his handsome looks as Superman. And to me, Matt’s glasses didn’t hide the fact that he was a very handsome man.

The glasses being removed was my cue to my body that Matt was about to get busy.

His superpowers in rare form, I thought, smiling up at him.

He pulled my shorts back down with my help. I leaned up off the bed.

Shana, you are so beautiful. I just know you will hurt me. You will be the one to get bored. I’ll save us both some grief, he whispered.

He opened my legs even more so he could gaze down on me as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. He was so ready for me. I was holding on to his bed. Then his muscular shoulder once he came back to me, and he whispered to me as he kissed my neck.

Take off your shirt, baby, let me see you, Matt said in my neck.

Then his mouth was on mine. He didn’t give me a chance to do what he asked. He kissed me harder, grabbing my breast under the T-shirt he had loaned me, moaning in my mouth. Then impatiently, he moved so he could take it off quickly. He returned to kissing my neck and caressing one then the other breast.

I was very aroused. He didn’t give me foreplay, not this time. He entered me hard and fast and led us to oblivion. I was surprised at how fast we both reached the peak together. In a way, I hated that it had happened so fast for both of us. I didn’t know how he was going to act, since he had said that it was one for the road of our separation. I hadn’t participated on that note.

A little after we had finished, the rain had stopped and Matt was asleep, so I decided we would talk tomorrow. I didn’t have any classes for Tuesday, and he had one, so we would have time to talk.

I was glad that he was asleep. I quickly dressed in the clothes he had lent me and tiptoed back to where he laid with his eyes closed, breathing like he was asleep on his back.

I kissed his cheek.

He moved and grabbed my arm. Where are you going, Shana? he asked, sounding still half-sleep.

Home. It stopped raining. Can we finish talking tomorrow? I asked him.

Matt smiled, and I kissed him again, trying to land it on his cheek again. But this, time he made sure it landed on his lips, and he kissed me back. How did he do that? His eyes had been closed.

We will talk tomorrow, booty call, he said, smiling, still not opening his eyes.

Matt, don’t say that, I said, not smiling, looking down at him.

"You said that. But I’m exhausted. I’ll forgive you anything now. Good night, baby," he said, eyes still closed.

Good night baby, I said, and left his bedroom.

I was walking barefoot and carrying my wet clothes and heels he had taken off my feet earlier.

Hold on, baby, I’ll get you a bag, Mrs. Jones said, catching me before I left out the front door.

Oh, hi, Shana, Wilton Jones, a.k.a. Mr. Jones, Matt’s father, said. I didn’t know you were here.

Hi, Mr. Jones, and thanks, Mrs. Jones, I said, as Mrs. Jones gave me the plastic bag. See you later, Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

I went out the front door to the wet lawn. I was thankful that the temperature was still hot. In Texas, one never knew how the weather would be one day to the next.

When I got home, I saw my mom and daddy were worried about me. They were both sitting in the kitchen, finishing up dinner.

I had left my cell in the car with my purse because I didn’t want it to get wet. And that was the cause of worry.

Well, since your phone was in the car, I had to be your secretary. Everyone was calling the house, trying to see if you were okay. Because of the bad storm, my mom told me with a smirk on her face.

She moved around in the kitchen by the stove.

Everyone? Like who? I asked.

Washing my hands. I saw that my mom was making my dinner. I sat after washing my hands to enjoy the soup my mom was setting at the kitchen bar for me. She gave me a small bowl and a spoon.

You want some crackers? she asked, looking at me, about to turn to the cabinet to give me some.

My mom and dad spoiled me.

No, Mom, I said, stopping her in her tracks. Tell me who called, please. I added please when she gave me that look.

Nat called twice. Will called three times. He said he was going to look on the streets to make sure you hadn’t wrecked because he had made you mad. Johnny called twice. Shelia Taub, your lab partner, said she would postpone for Wednesday. She will meet you at the same spot Thursday. And I take it you were with Matt the whole time. Because he didn’t call, she said, looking at my hair.

It was starting to dry and was everywhere. My mom looked at my clothes that were wet. Matt’s clothes on me was a sure sign that was where I had been. I had put the wet clothes on the floor in the bag Mrs. Jones had given me.

I ate my soup. It was hot and delicious. Then I headed for the shower. Unlike Matt’s room, I didn’t have a restroom in it. So I got my things to take my shower across the hall from my room where the restroom was located. My mom and dad had retired to their room, I guess. The house was quiet.

My own restroom was a luxury that my mom said I would enjoy once I had my own home. That we weren’t as well-off as Matt’s parents to have two bedrooms and three baths.

And the restroom in my parents’ room was big! Or so I thought, using the small one in the hallway. The sink and mirror, toilet and bath or shower was my restroom. My mom said to look at it like it was my own. Just that I had to let the guest share it when they came and wanted to use the restroom. She and I had found the joke in that statement and had laughed.

I had shared my mom’s joke one day when Matt had spent the night, and Matt had said that once we were married every room in our house would have restrooms so I could have my choice. He would give me that luxury. It was his job. He had promised me that. And the way he had said it, I believed him. I believed everything he said. He never lied to me. He also was the reason my grades had gotten better.

I took a long, hot shower, and as I was drying myself off, I heard my phone ringing.

It was Matt. I was glad I had my phone in the restroom. I smiled and answered it, holding my dry off towel over my breast like he could see me. Turning the shower off.

I hate when you leave and I’m asleep, he said, not even saying hello as I put the phone to my ear.

Hold on, baby, I told him, putting the phone down on the counter.

I hurried drying off.

What had I done now? I wondered as I put on my pajamas and I put his clothes in a dirty clothes hamper in my restroom.

I grabbed my phone, going back into my bedroom.

Hey, sleepyhead, I told him playfully.

I was trying to make light of him calling now. I surely didn’t want it to be us arguing over what he overheard with Johnny.

When Matt performed sexually, he was awesome. But when we were done, it was like he had taken a sleeping pill. He had to sleep, sometimes briefly or sometimes the rest of the night.

I hate when you leave me while I’m asleep, he told me, groggy.

Babe, I did wake you. You said we’d talk tomorrow. That I was a booty call, remember? I asked him, trying to remember when I had been telling him goodbye earlier at his house in his room.

And remember we kissed? I asked him.

No, I don’t remember. I would just love to wake up and your here. Not you rushing home all the time, he complained to me.

My heart got happy. Was that him wanting me again and not trying to end us?

Baby, I have stayed over, I told him, not wanting to argue. I didn’t have clothes to stay today. If you want me too, I’ll stay next time. Maybe tomorrow?

He knew I would. Our parents let us spend nights at the other’s house. Because we were old enough to get hotel and motel rooms. And this way, they knew where we were. Our parents thought it was safer. My mom made his mom out of a worry rat too when they had talked about us spending nights with each other. I was glad now they were all okay with me and Matt’s relationship. I was hoping it ended never. That Matt and I were the happily-ever-after married couple. Like our parents.

Come back now, you can get clothes, he said.

I could, but I was kind of tired, and I was fresh out the shower. By now, there would be some kind of chill in the air in Texas. It was getting late.

But, baby, I just showered, and I need to dry my hair, or you know how it looks naturally dry. Tell you what, won’t you come here for the night, please?

He didn’t even pause. I’m on my way, he said, hanging up.

I was going to ask how long he was going to be? Was it him taking a shower on the way? Or just getting clothes on his body on the way? Oh well, I would see. I was just so glad that he was coming. That had to mean that we were on the same page again. That all was forgiven.

I got my dryer, and my mom came in my room to get the dirty clothes she had seen in the bag I had from Matt’s mom.

Mom, Matt is coming over to spend the night. Hope you have more soup, I said, looking at her in the mirror, holding my blow-dryer. But I had turned it off to talk to her.

Okay. Baby, don’t you two be up all night and can’t go to school tomorrow. Universities are to be taken very seriously, she said. She smiled and left out the door with the wet clothes.

She always did laundry on tonight. Before she closed my room door, she stated, You’re fixing his soup when he comes. Me and your father are retiring for the night. Your dad said good night, by the way. She smiled at me, closing the door.

Good night, Mom. Good night, Daddy. Love you two! I shouted to the closed door.

I knew they both could hear me. My dad said good night, and they both said that they loved me.

My dad was going to be gone soon. He had to be at work at 3:00 a.m., and he got off at 3:00 p.m. His hours sucked. They were Monday through Friday. Saturday and Sunday he was off, and we did wonderful fun things together. My parents were great.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Matt, with an overnight bag. He looked wide awake now.

He hugged me, and I hugged him back.

Where’s your parents? he whispered in my ear.

It was very quiet, except for the washer that was humming in the kitchen now. He closed the front door behind us.

They’re in their bedroom. You want some soup? Mom made it. It is good, I told him, pulling out of his hug and going to the stove, where my mom had been earlier.

Making him a bowl and microwaving it to be warm. It was a little colder than when I ate it. The bowl warmed quickly.

I got Tupperware to put the remaining soup up for leftovers. Then I put the pot in the dishwasher.

I’ll start the dishwasher after you finish eating your bowl of soup. Come on to my bedroom, I said.

He followed me into my bedroom, holding his hot soup and with his backpack on his back.

We will just wash the dish in the morning. I think you will be very busy tonight. I took an energy drink on my way here, he told me, looking bashful.