Tutor's Study Break

Alex Coal's hands are planted on her hips while she stares down the two seventeen-year-olds who keep trading glossy little sheets of paper instead of cracking their history book. Sophia Burns hides a grin behind her hair and Tyler Cruise sticks his tongue between his teeth like the joke is too good to keep inside. "Notes. Really?" Alex says. "I can feel your parents' check clearing in my palm. You two flirt any harder and the neighbors will call the fire department." Tyler scribbles one more quick line, folds it smaller than a gum wrapper, and slides it across the table. Alex snatches it, reads "Can't wait to taste you after practice," and folds it into an origami finger. "Session's done," she announces. "I'll phone Mom myself." Sophia's eyes go cartoon-wide. "Please don't," she whispers. "We're just… loaded. Like, science-experiment levels of horny. Can't focus on anything else." Alex rubs her temple, counts to three, and catches the spark of an idea. If they bomb, the school pins it on her. She refuses to wear that sticker. "Fine," she says, business-like. "Strip. Desk. Now. Consider it guided study in human biology. We do this right, everyone walks out with straight A's and clear heads." The teens glance at each other, startled into matching blushes, but their clothes hit the floor fast enough to suggest they aren't exactly protesting. Alex steps out of her skirt, kneels between them, and lines everything up like she's teaching long division. Sophia's pale skin jumps when Alex's tongue first drags over her. Tyler's breath hitches when Alex's fingers wrap around him and she gives that little upward flick of her wrist she's already nicknamed the GPA booster. She shifts positions—mouth on Sophia while Tyler slides into her from behind—then swaps so Sophia rides her face while Tyler fills Sophia slow, then faster. The only sound louder than skin meeting skin is Alex's calm instructions: "Angle, not speed. Breathe through your nose, Ty." She moves them through every combination like a conductor with a very sticky baton, takes each turn herself, swallows, and wipes her mouth on the back of her wrist. Fifteen minutes later all three bodies are flushed and gleaming. Sophia's legs tremble. Tyler blinks like he just saw daylight for the first time. Alex stands, smooths her blouse, and clicks her pen. "Now open your textbooks," she says. "Chapter twelve. And try not to drool on the pages."