This is based on a rightful news report, with some point fudged around a bit. If you want to know what happens after, post a input below and I might add chapter two : )



Rikki yawned yet again. Her new History teacher Mr Galveston was droning on again about the American language gyration. It was only the second workweek of her fourth-year year in High schooling, and Mr Galveston had given them two exams, and she had an essay due the future day. People had warned Rikki the previous year of how difficult his category was, and to stave off getting into it at all cost, but it was out of her control now. She was trying hard to get into Leland Stanford next year and needed gravid grades, but this form added a lot of stress to her schedule, and she hated the subject.

Rikki glanced around the room at everyone else in division. They were all furiously writing down note of hand and trying to figure out which rambling bits of the teacher's voice communication they would demand to think. She caught the eye of President Tyler, a bit of a nerdy kid who didn't romp any sports or do any extracurriculars as far as she knew. He gave her a shy half smile and looked back down at his desk, but not before taking a promptly glance at Rikkis chest. She knew he must have a crunch on her, this was not the first metre she caught him looking. She glanced down at her breast herself ; she was actually quite proud of them. She wore a 36C cup and usually just wore a tight army tank top to class. They were lithesome and unfaltering enough that they stood out lofty and gained a lot of tending. Occasionally when she was feeling adventurous she would go without a bra, which was refreshing because she hated the restricting feeling of them, but would usually get sent to the spot if she tried this at school. Apparently her nipples distracted some of the early students.

She adjusted her tank top a bit then gathered her hair natural blond pilus and brought it around her in good order shoulder, fiddling with it. She needed a plan for his year. There was no way she could continue up with early classes with how demanding this chronicle class was. She wished she could just drop the class and focus on others, but she needed the credits. Maybe she would need a sketch partner to help her out. individual to pair up with and try to get them to do a bit more of their fair share. She glanced back over a Tyler, and saw him writing down his tone in a very organized manner. It would have to be him.

After socio-economic class, she approached him as he was walking towards his future course of study.

"Tyler ! Wait up."She said

John Tyler turned around, a bit surprised and giving her a quizzical look. Rikki has never really talked to him before, except when they were lab married person for a day last year."What's up ?"

"Did you have a topic for your essay that's due tomorrow ? I'm trying to figure one out for myself. ”'

"Not really, I was going to work on on it when I got home tonight."

"Did you want to write it together ? I was really distracted today during class and didn't get many banker's bill down, and I figure we could put our heads together and make the essay easier of the both of us !"

Tyler paused for a minute, nervously thinking. Here was this beautiful girl, 18 year old, straightforward blonde hair and a soundbox to die for, asking to written report with him ?"Y-Yea, that'd be undecomposed !"He managed to bumble out.

Rikki smiled."Awesome ! Let me get your address."

They exchanged selective information, and Rikki, happy with herself, turned to go to her next category, excited she might have a good result to her problem ; at least for now. Tyler stood there, looking at the his phone with Rikkis routine that just got programmed into it, and looked up to her walking away.

God, he thought, look at that ass. Rikki was wearing her slimmest jeans, that framed her ass very well. It wasn't huge, but firm and curvy just like her chest. Tyler shook himself out of his trance and continued on to class.

That evening, Rikki showed up to John Tyler's place and they went straight up to his room. His room was bare, with his pouf bed, a study desk, and a closet in it. Rikki dropped her backpack at the human foot of his bed and sat on the bed, crossing her legs and rubbing her thighs in prediction. She wore the same armored combat vehicle top as she did in social class today, but ended up changing into white unretentive boxers and flip flops. After class, Rikki had been doing a lot of thinking. There was no way she was going to be capable to create it through the shoal yr with this class, so she was going to try and get John Tyler to not just facilitate her with her essays and other story body of work, but outright do them for her.

"So,"She began."I've been thinking…"

John Tyler had slumped into his desk president and was looking over at her. God she's beautiful, he thought again. He stole a glance down at her leg, which were smooth, fit, and tanned, with the occasional freckle accenting her thigh. He quickly looked back up at her, as he realized she had asked him a question.

"Sorry, what was that ?"Tyler asked.

"I've been thinking…"Rikki repeated,"I think I need a bit more assistant than I let on earlier."

"Oh ?"Tyler asked, a bit surprised. What did she think of ?

"Yea, I just…"She gathered her pilus again and started to run with it."I really need to get good grades this yr, and I can't have this history year dragging me down in all my other course of instruction. It's so a great deal work, and I can't keep open up with it all. And you seem to be really skilful at the depicted object and taking all these notes and… I was hoping you'd be capable to compose my essays for me. Or at least this one."

"You want me to write my own essay AND yours ?"President Tyler asked, puzzled."What would I get out of that ?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't really get that far."Rikki said, but she knew that was a lie. She knew how she was going to get him to do her oeuvre, she just didn't know how far she would have to go to get it.

Tyler laughed,"I mean, I could use some money."

"I don't have any money ! Just what my dad gives me for luncheon !"Rikki said.

"Well I do n't know what else you could pass me then to write your essay, I have enough study for myself."Tyler said. As he said this, he stole another glance at Rikki 's dresser.

"I notice you do that a lot."Rikki claimed.

"Do what ?"

"flavor at my boobs !"

President Tyler shifted uncomfortably in his hind end and stammered,"N-No I don't."

Rikki smiled,"It's okay ! A lot of hoi polloi do. They ARE nice."She looked down, and cupped both her hands over her titty, pushing them in and up, before releasing them and letting them fall."Don't you think ?"

"I- I mean yeah. No yeah, they're great."Tyler said, not believing she just fondled herself in presence of him.

"Would you like to see them ?"Rikki asked, playing with the bottom of her armoured combat vehicle top.

Not wanting to give up on the pass, John Tyler nodded.

Rikki slowly pulled the tank top over her head, then tossed it on the floor. She was wearing a pink bra underneath, and Tyler instantly started to get hard. He looked over her again, and noticed she had her belly button pierced.

Not breaking eye contact, Rikki reached behind her and undid the class of her bra, but then held her bra to her chest of drawers. She glanced down and noticed a big swelling in President Tyler's pant. He clearly liked what he saw. She realized this was a perfect opportunity.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't…."Rikki murmured. Tyler had a trice of desperation on his case, he had wanted to see these puppies for days and they were right there, ready to be seen."I mean,"Rikki continued,"What 's my incentive ?"

"I'll write this essay for you if you show me, I swear."Tyler said quickly, but then added,"But only if I get to touch them too."

Rikki considered this for a second, and figured what the the pits, what's the difference. So she lowered her bridge player and bra away from her bureau.

Tyler let out a small moan. Was everything about her perfect tense ?

Rikki got up and walked over to him."Go ahead,"She encouraged,"touch them."

Tyler reached his hand out and groped her right tit, then reached his other hand out and began fondling both. He squeezed and played with them, for a few secondment, then started to pinch and ramble Rikki's nipples. Rikki let out a piffling whimper and roll her mind back. It felt SO good. Rikki always had raw nipples and would love to play with them all the fourth dimension. She even would get close to cumming, just from playing with her bosom sometimes.

"Fuck that feels good Tyler."Rikki purred, as he looked up at her and grinned.

"I've wanted to do this for old age"Tyler admitted.

"Oh I figured."Laughed Rikki.

After a mates Sir Thomas More seconds of playing with her tits, Tyler lowed his hands."Uh… Thanks"He said sheepishly.

Rikki smiled and went back to the bed and sat down. She then said,"wellspring, want to get some work done ? I need to take for my math mental test next hebdomad. And you need to compose my account essay !"

"Sure, lets get something done !"Tyler said."Are uh… You going to stay shirtless ?"

Rikki nodded."Yup ! I figure you'll earn it, and I hate wearing clothes anyways."

"Well you cam always take off more if you want !"President Tyler said boldy.

Rikki gave him a look that said, You wish.

So, they studied and did school body of work for a dyad of hours, John Tyler stealing glances every few second or two, and then Rikki got dressed and went home. Every week or two when there was an test or essay for history, Rikki would go to Tyler's house, call for off her top and bra ( if she bothered to fag one to his house ), and Tyler would do Rikki's employment for her, while she studied for other course of study.

A couple up months into this organisation however, Rikki went over to John Tyler's sign as usual, and he seemed really stressed. It was fourth dimension for some final, and he was behind a lot of his own work and told Rikki he couldn't help her tonight.

"But this adjacent essay is worth 30 % of my score !"Rikki exclaimed.

"You'll just have to publish it yourself, I don't have clip tonight."Tyler responded.

"Tyler, I haven't done any study for this class. I don't know ANYTHING about what we've learned, how am I supposed to write this essay ?"

"I don't KNOW !"President Tyler nearly shouted. He seemed really stressed."I'm just barely getting by myself now and my parents have been on top of me about my grades slipping. I'm too stressed to take on more work."

"Well how about I let you feel my boobs again ?"Rikki asked. She started to demand off her shirt and bra, hoping this would help mold him.

"I've already felt them, they're great but it's not about that !"

"I know… You're stressed. What if I let you twitch off to me being bare-breasted ? That might help minify your stress."Rikki said as she dropped her bra on the floor.

Tyler paused at this. It WAS tempting. He was really aroused as of late, as he had been so busy with schooling body of work he hadn't been able-bodied to jerk off for nearly a workweek now. But it wasn't enough, he could just look at porn later tonight before bed. For now, he had to study.

"I'm sorry,"President Tyler said,"Maybe next sentence. I just can't tonight."

Rikki looked out the window, frustrated. If she attempted to indite this essay herself, she'd fail. And it would drastically frown her grad and ruin her chances of getting into Stanford. She knew she would have to do a bit more to get him to agree. She looked back at Tyler. He wasn't bad looking. Who knows, maybe he had a smashing peter too. At this thought, she said,"How about a blowjob ?"

Tyler perked up."What ?"

"I can suck your cock,"Rikki said slyly, rising up from the bed. She started to take the air over towards John Tyler, who was sitting in his desk president."Have you ever had a cock sucking before ?"

"Mmm… No. I haven't."John Tyler admitted.

Rikki got on her articulatio genus between President Tyler 's stage, and put her hands on his thighs. She gazed up at him."Would you like a cock sucking ?"By the swelling in his pants, she knew the resolution before he even said yes.

She reached out to his belt, and undid it. Grabbing onto the end, she pulled it out of all the belt loops and tossed it away from her. She undid the button to his dungaree, then slid the zip down. John Tyler moaned. Rikki grabbed the waistcloth of his dungaree and started to take out them down to his knees, along with his underwear. His dick sprang up ; it was indeed a cracking pecker. Not quite completely hard yet, and already stood at nearly 6 column inch long. Uncut, with some precum already oozing out of the tip. He even kept himself trimmed.

"Mmmm"Rikki purred as her hand reached out to Tyler's cock. She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few pumps.

"Oh my god"John Tyler moaned.

Rikki giggled and then leaned forward, moving her grimace last to his node. She licked the tip and tasted the precum. Delicious ! She had only been with one other guy before, her showtime fellow last year, but had blown him many times and knew her way around a cock.

She engulfed it in her mouth, and placed both hands on his thighs again. She started to bob up and down on his cock, moaning, trying to fit as practically in her mouth as she could. His tool tasted astonishing, as did her last boyfriends. She let her hands vagabond his second joint, mouth never leaving his dick. Her impart hired man found his balls, and she massaged them gently, rolling them around in her hand. She pulled Tyler's dick out of her sassing, and began to take in and puzzle out his nut while using her right hand to jerk him off. John Tyler moaned even forte at this, clearly enjoying himself. She returned her mouth to his peter, and fall off it so deep down her throat her sass were firmly pushed against against his pubes. She held this for a couple seconds, swirling her tongue around his dick, then pulled back to choose a intimation. When she returned her oral fissure to his throbbing extremity, Tyler placed his hands behind her pass and started to push her into it while bucking his pelvic arch. Rikki could find his cock sliding down her pharynx as he grimace fucked her. If she hadn't already figured out how to suppress her gag reflex, she'd definitely be choking by now. After a minute of getting human face fucked, she pulled away and took his pecker back her hand. She was starting to get wet herself now. She loved the feeling of being brass fucked, of being used and abused. She was sucking his tool to get him to write an essay for her ! She thought of letting him eff her, but she decided to spare it for another time.

"You want to cum in my backtalk or on my titmouse ?"She asked him.

"Your oral fissure !"John Tyler answered happily.

Rikki smiled, and keeping her paw at the radix of his tool, engulfed his prick again. She started working her hired man up and down a bit, while bobbing her principal and licking the tip of his dick. President Tyler reached down and started to play with her boobs while she did this. He was in heaven, and wouldn't last much longer. After a couple minutes of this, he told her he was about to bollocks, and grabbed the cover of her straits and started to look fuck her again. His cock hit the backbone of her throat, again and again, as he moaned loudly.

"Oh god here it comes !"He nearly shouted.

jet after spirt came rushing out of his dick, Rikki couldn't believe how very much he could cum. But she swallowed loading after load until nearly 10 arcsecond later he stopped cumming.

She let his peter out of her sassing with a pop, and they both started to laugh.

"sanctum shit"President Tyler said,"That was amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it ! You're cum tastes so serious"Rikki said, still tasting it in her mouth.

"I guess I have to drop a line that essay for you now huh ?"President Tyler asked.

"Yup ! Maybe I'll even award you again after writing it."Rikki said with a New York minute, then leaned forward, and licked some remaining cum off his pecker. Then she stood up, and walked back to the bed. She was really starting to like this deal. She wondered how much further they would end up going, and if she would have to eventually bang him to arrive at him keep doing her work for her.

But for now, she knew she could focus on her other work .