Andrew Gets a Tutor

[TeenFan]

Andrew Gets a Tutor
Chapter 3.


Andrew was not prepared for the tutor who greeted him. He expected a cranky, old, past their prime retired teacher who tutors to make
a few bucks to play BINGO on the weekends. Miss Madison isn't that much older than he is. This college chic is wearing a plaid skirt that is
similar to a kilt. The white top she has on is sleeveless, tits tantalizingly pushing outward. Unbelievable, the tutor is a teenage boy's jerkoff
fantasy come true.

Dad got down to business right away. He states the sessions will be twice a week from Five to Eight pm. Miss Madison will drive over to the
house, which is a good thing since sometimes both of Andrew's parents work a late shift.

"When your mom and I aren't here Miss Madison is fully in charge."

"Completely in charge? Like she's a babysitter?" Andrew replies, his voice questioning and concerned. Being home alone with this "Hot as a
baked potato" tutor has his mind reeling. Being given a caretaker is embarrassing, but he's not about to complain when Miss Madison looks
like she dropped out of an old MTV video from the 90s.

Miss Madison listed her qualifications. "I showed Mr. Lawrence my grade point average from Southland College. I believe there will be no
difficulty with any of Andrew's courses. It's only high school freshman stuff. I've been on the volleyball team for two seasons, so I can whip
this boy into shape since he looks like he's capable of trying out for sports. Do you play tennis, Andrew?...no?...we'll have to fix that."

The part the new tutor said that Andrew's mind picked up on was "so that I can whip this boy", making a shiver run down the spine and the
tummy quiver. This is all too good to be true.

"Andrew, do you have any questions for Miss Madison?" mom wants to know.

Andrew wants to know what kind of swimsuit the tutor might possess since his house has a swimming pool in the backyard. Of course
he can't ask this, so inquires, "Can you cook, Miss Madison?"

"Sorry, I'm mostly a microwave heat and eat kind of girl."

"My boy is a decent chef. He can teach you Home Economics. He even watches Martha Stewart's cooking show." Mom says this with a
detectable sarcastic tone, as if she were really mocking her son's cooking ability.

There is obvious tension in the room, and thankfully the tutor says, "Show me your room, Andrew. I can learn so much about a person
from the books they have on the shelf and the posters on the wall."

"Don't forget to check out the magazines under the bed and peek to see what he's hiding in the underwear drawer."

His face turning red, the new student shouts "MOM!...how can you say something like that? Stop trying to embarrass me."

Upon leaving the living room and entering the hallway, Miss Madison places a hand on the boy's shoulder. "When we are away from
them call me Marcy. Are your parents always like that?"

[NickTwisp]

Interesting that their house includes a swimming pool. Perhaps in between studies there can be some poolside relaxation.

My own father once made a joke referencing "Nick's underwear drawer" in front of some visiting relatives. Exasperated, I loudly assured everyone present that "There is absolutely nothing in my underwear drawer but underwear!"

[Trundle]

I wondered if Marcy might be strict and immediately take on a dominant role with Andrew but maybe she's on his side and will treat him as an equal? Or is she just lulling him into a false sense of security.

Exciting to find out what happens.

[GeekGuy]

This is building up nicely I'm looking forward to the next chapter the mystery of how Mercy is going to treat him has me wondering. Because I can imagine a strict tutor dynamic but I can also see her using CFNM scenario as prize for him studying well.

[Socalralphboy]

Love it! Can’t wait to see all the fun briefs he’s hiding in his underwear drawer

[TeenFan]

Andrew gets a tutor
Chapter 4.


The first few weeks of tutoring sessions were mostly uneventful. Many of the three hour sessions took place at the kitchen table. One of
the parents was home with them each time, but Marcy was strangely like two different people. When Mr. or Mrs. Lawrence is nearby the
tutor is all business, but during moments alone Marcy smiles more and sometimes places her hands on Andrew's shoulders, leaning over him
to check on his work. He could smell Marcy's perfume or body wash or shampoo fragrance, and it was intoxicating.

Miss Madison earned praise from everyone by volunteering to help cook when her student slaved away on his studies.

When the idea of tutoring was first proposed, Andrew resented the whole idea, but after a few sessions it seemed to be working out okay.

Then the day came when both of Andrew's parents had to do the evening shift on tutoring day. They were both already departed for work
when Miss Madison showed up for her work shift at Andrew's house.

"Oh dear...it's going to be boring and lonely around here without them," Marcy said with a smile, and she put her student to work
reading a chapter from "Great Expectations". Andrew began reading and Marcy disappeared somewhere. Around thirty minutes later, the
very bored boy noticed movement. Looking up he spots Marcy crossing the living room. The tutor went to the back door, and she let
herself out to the backyard. Andrew rushed to the kitchen window that looked out back. Marcy steps over to a deck chair by the swimming
pool. Andrew gasps when his tutor takes off her shirt. In shorts and what might be a sports bra, Marcy sits down in a deck chair.

Andrew stares for over a minute, then he goes back to the kitchen table to resume reading. After a couple minutes the book is
slammed shut.

"Oh heck with it", he says, rushing to the back door with book in hand.
"Can I read out here with you?" Andrew says, standing fidgeting in front of the hot and way too lovely not to look at Miss Madison.
"Thank you very much" he says when given the okay.

Not to be outdone, Andrew takes his own shirt off while terrified he might get a reprimand for being so informal. Marcy smiles and nods
her head.

"Read out loud and with a British accent if you can pull it off. The way Brits speak makes them so adorable don't you think so?"

Sitting in the other deck chair Andrew reads the book, pretending to be Harry Potter, being the best example he could think of for talking
like a Brit. Every few paragraphs Andrew looks up to see Marcy staring right at him, a slight smile on her face. It was weird to have a
young woman keeping her eyes on him like that. What is she staring at? It was hard not to stare back. Marcy's sports bra reveals a fine
figure and accentuates a pair of fabulous tits. Her tummy is firm and tight. Andrew's jeans suddenly felt tight.

After half an hour Andrew can't take it anymore. He stands up to place the book on the chair. "Is it okay to get my feet wet?" he asks.

"It's your house" is the reply.

Andrew removes his shoes and socks. Then he bends over, standing next to the pool as he begins to roll the bottoms of his jeans up
to the knees.

"Do you have a phone or wallet on you right now?" Marcy asks.

"No Ma'am I don't."

A shove in the back sends Andrew sprawling into the pool. The water is cold, and the shocked boy comes up sputtering and cussing
while laughing at the same time.

[Homo4u]

aw she was so polite for asking if he had anything in his pocket first, i love the respect. i love when ppl are considerate !

I really like his eagerness, it creates a really nice atmosphere in the story and between the characters. the playful chemistry so far makes it a nice and warm read !

good job

[Freesub]

And here is her self-created excuse to get some of his clothes off

[TeenFan]

Andrew Gets a Tutor
Chapter 5.


"Come on in. The water is fine," Andrew said as soon as his fit of laughing subsided. He had just been pushed into the swimming
pool in the backyard, and he hopes Miss Madison will join him.

"Oh no...that water is too cold for me. A month from now it should be warm enough for me to get in. We hadn't gotten started on your
fitness program yet. Now is a good time to start."

"What should I do?"

"Swim back and forth you dummy. You get started. I'll go in and grab a towel from the bathroom. Keep count. I want you to do twenty
laps."

Marcy went into the house. Andrew began swimming back and forth. This was a first, as he'd never done laps before in any kind of pool.
He had done five laps when the tutor got back with a towel.

"It's hard to swim in these tight jeans," Andrew complained, and it was true. The jeans leggings stuck to him like glue but weighed a ton
and slowed everything down.

"Hand them to me. I'll hang them over a branch of that tree."

Andrew treads water not knowing what to do. He has to suppress a giggle that tries to get out.

"You have to take them off anyway. You are not walking into your house with wet jeans on."

It must be a joke, but Marcy isn't laughing or even smiling. She's totally serious. Andrew relents, unsnaps the button, unzips, and
wiggles his way out of the tight blue jeans. Holding the amazingly heavy when soaked jeans up out of the water, the tutor grabs them.
True to her word, the jeans get draped over the lowest branch of a nearby tree.

"What lap are you on?" the tutor asks, and she tells Andrew to start up again. Marcy sits back down on the deck chair, keeps close watch
on his progress.

Fifteen laps later Andrew is not only tired but cold and ready to get out. But how is he supposed to get out? He's in white briefs. He will
look ridiculous standing on the deck all wet and dripping and Marcy might see his dick pushing out. While reading the literature book he
was having an issue with being hard down there. The cold water of the pool solved that issue, but he was still nervous about getting out.
Even mom hadn't seen him undressed to underwear in over a year. Occasionally he stepped out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped
around the hips but the idea of letting anyone see him in wet underwear is crazy.

Marcy holds up the towel. "Are you getting out before you turn into a prune. Your lips seem to be turning blue, easy to see with
your complexion."

Being of fair complexion with light blond hair, Andrew knew his face could blush a bright red when ashamed or turn ghostly pale
when scared or cold.
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It wasn't the blue lips or the pale cheeks or goose bumps that bothered Andrew. It was how the material of tightie-whites becomes
even tighter and almost see through when completely wet.

"We don't have all day. You still have to do some geography. I'm going to cook spaghetti with mushrooms and bell peppers. I took a look
in the fridge, not a whole lot to work with in there. You catch cold it's your fault."

"Can you go inside? Leave the towel?" Andrew can hear the shivering in his trembling voice.

Marcy shakes her head. With no other options Andrew climbs up the pool steps. Marcy motions for him to step closer, and then she
stands up while spreading the towel wide. Andrew steps over and reaches for the towel.

Marcy pulls the towel back. "Unh ahh...turn around. I'll dry you."

[NudeBaG]

Great set up for the next chapter