This is based on a true story, with some details fudged around a bit. If you want to recognize what happens after, post a comment below and I might add chapter two : )



Rikki yawned yet again. Her new chronicle teacher Mr Galveston was droning on again about the American Revolution. It was only the second hebdomad of her Senior twelvemonth in High School, and Mr Galveston had given them two exams, and she had an essay due the next day. People had warned Rikki the late year of how hard his class was, and to invalidate getting into it at all costs, but it was out of her control now. She was trying hard to get into Stanford following twelvemonth and needed great form, but this course added a lot of stress to her docket, and she hated the subject.

Rikki glanced around the way at everyone else in year. They were all furiously writing down notes and trying to figure out which rambling bits of the teacher's speech they would need to remember. She caught the eye of Tyler, a bit of a nerdy kid who didn't sport any sportswoman 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 quick glance at Rikkis chest. She knew he must experience a crush on her, this was not the inaugural time she caught him looking. She glanced down at her breasts herself ; she was actually quite proud of them. She wore a 36C cup and usually just wear upon a tight tank car top to class. They were supple and firm enough that they stood out majestic and gained a lot of aid. 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 office if she tried this at schooltime. Apparently her nipples distracted some of the other pupil.

She adjusted her armored combat vehicle top a bit then gathered her pilus natural blonde fuzz and brought it around her right shoulder, fiddling with it. She needed a plan for his year. There was no way she could hold on up with former classes with how demanding this chronicle category was. She wished she could just drop the class and focalize on others, but she needed the credits. Maybe she would need a survey spouse to help her out. Someone to pair up with and try to get them to do a bit More of their bonny share. She glanced back over a Tyler, and saw him writing down his notation in a very engineer manner. It would have to be him.

After stratum, she approached him as he was walking towards his adjacent class.

"John Tyler ! Wait up."She said

Tyler turned around, a bit surprised and giving her a teasing tone. Rikki has never really talked to him before, except when they were lab partners 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 it when I got home tonight."

"Did you want to write it together ? I was really distracted today during course of study and didn't get many annotation down, and I figure we could put our header together and make the essay easy of the both of us !"

Tyler paused for a bit, nervously thinking. Here was this beautiful girlfriend, 18 years old, full-strength blonde whisker and a body to die for, asking to cogitation with him ?"Y-Yea, that'd be good !"He managed to falter out.

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

They exchanged info, and Rikki, happy with herself, turned to go to her next class, excited she might have a good solution to her problem ; at least for now. Tyler stood there, looking at the his phone with Rikkis number 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 dungaree, that framed her ass very well. It wasn't huge, but firm and curvy just like her titty. Tyler shook himself out of his trance and continued on to class.

That evening, Rikki showed up to Tyler's berth and they went straight up to his room. His room was round-eyed, with his king bed, a study desk, and a loo in it. Rikki dropped her backpack at the foot of his bed and sat on the bed, crossing her legs and rubbing her thighs in prevision. She wore the same armoured combat vehicle top as she did in year today, but ended up changing into white short shorts and flip washout. After family, Rikki had been doing a lot of thinking. There was no way she was going to be able to seduce it through the school twelvemonth with this class, so she was going to try and get Tyler to not just help her with her essays and other history oeuvre, but outright do them for her.

"So,"She began."I've been thinking…"

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

"Sorry, what was that ?"John Tyler asked.

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

"Oh ?"President Tyler asked, a bit surprised. What did she mean ?

"Yea, I just…"She gathered her tomentum again and started to playact with it."I really need to get good form this year, and I can't have this history class dragging me down in all my former course. It's so much work, and I can't observe up with it all. And you seem to be really good at the subject and taking all these annotation and… I was hoping you'd be capable to save my essays for me. Or at least this one."

"You want me to pen my own essay AND yours ?"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 work, 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 tiffin !"Rikki said.

"Well I do n't know what else you could give me then to save your essay, I have enough oeuvre for myself."Tyler said. As he said this, he stole another coup d'oeil at Rikki 's pectus.

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

"Do what ?"

"Look at my dumbbell !"

Tyler shifted uncomfortably in his seat 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 handwriting over her chest, 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."John Tyler said, not believing she just fondled herself in battlefront of him.

"Would you like to see them ?"Rikki asked, playing with the bottom of her tank car top.

Not wanting to go across up on the whirl, Tyler nodded.

Rikki slowly pulled the tank top over her foreland, then tossed it on the floor. She was wearing a pinko 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 liaison, Rikki reached behind her and loosen the class of her bra, but then held her bra to her chest. She glanced down and noticed a big bulge in John Tyler's pants. He clearly liked what he saw. She realized this was a staring opportunity.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't…."Rikki murmured. Tyler had a heartbeat of desperation on his grimace, 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 motivator ?"

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

Rikki considered this for a second base, and figured what the hell, what's the deviation. So she lowered her hands and bra away from her bureau.

President Tyler let out a pocket-sized moan. Was everything about her perfect ?

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

President Tyler reached his hand out and groped her right tit, then reached his other helping hand out and began fondling both. He squeezed and played with them, for a few seconds, then started to crimp and roll Rikki's pap. Rikki let out a little whimper and roller her top dog back. It felt SO good. Rikki always had sensitive tit and would love to act as with them all the meter. She even would get close to cumming, just from playing with her tits sometimes.

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

"I've wanted to do this for long time"President Tyler admitted.

"Oh I figured."Laughed Rikki.

After a pair more seconds of playing with her titmouse, Tyler lowed his manpower."Uh… Thanks"He said sheepishly.

Rikki smiled and went back to the bed and sat down. She then said,"wellspring, want to get some body of work done ? I need to learn for my mathematics run next hebdomad. And you need to write my account essay !"

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

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

"fountainhead you cam always admit off more if you want !"Tyler said boldy.

Rikki gave him a look that said, You wish.

So, they studied and did school work for a match of hours, Tyler stealing glances every few minutes 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, take off her top and bra ( if she bothered to wear off one to his firm ), and John Tyler would do Rikki's employment for her, while she studied for other classes.

A couple month into this arrangement however, Rikki went over to Tyler's firm as usual, and he seemed really stressed. It was meter for some final examination, and he was behind a lot of his own work and told Rikki he couldn't help her tonight.

"But this next essay is deserving 30 % of my grade !"Rikki exclaimed.

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

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

"I don't KNOW !"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 grade slipping. I'm too strain to convey on Sir Thomas More work."

"Well how about I let you feel my dummy again ?"Rikki asked. She started to aim off her shirt and bra, hoping this would serve influence 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 jerk off to me being topless ? That might help decrease your stress."Rikki said as she dropped her bra on the floor.

President Tyler paused at this. It WAS tempting. He was really steamy as of late, as he had been so busy with schooling 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 pornography later tonight before bed. For now, he had to study.

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

Rikki looked out the window, frustrated. If she attempted to write this essay herself, she'd fail. And it would drastically frown her grade and ruin her chance of getting into Stanford. She knew she would throw 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 great cock too. At this idea, she said,"How about a blowjob ?"

Tyler perked up."What ?"

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

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

Rikki got on her knees between John Tyler 's wooden leg, and put her custody on his thighs. She gazed up at him."Would you like a cock sucking ?"By the swelling in his pants, she knew the answer before he even said yes.

She reached out to his rap, and untie 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 jeans, then slid the zipper down. Tyler moaned. Rikki grabbed the waistband of his jeans and started to pull them down to his knee joint, along with his underclothes. His dick sprang up ; it was indeed a majuscule hammer. Not quite completely hard yet, and already stood at nearly 6 in 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 President Tyler's cock. She wrapped her mitt around it and gave it a few pumps.

"Oh my god"Tyler moaned.

Rikki giggled and then leaned forward, moving her face close to his knob. She licked the tip and tasted the precum. Delicious ! She had only been with one other guy before, her showtime swain finish year, but had blown him many clip 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 lots in her mouth as she could. His dick tasted gravel, as did her last boyfriends. She let her hands roam his thighs, mouth never leaving his rooster. Her left hand found his balls, and she massaged them gently, rolling them around in her manus. She pulled President Tyler's gumshoe out of her mouth, and began to suck and lick his balls while using her redress deal to jerk him off. Tyler moaned even louder at this, clearly enjoying himself. She returned her mouthpiece to his dick, and fall off it so deep down her throat her lips were firmly pushed against against his pubes. She held this for a distich seconds, swirling her knife around his dick, then pulled back to film a hint. When she returned her oral fissure to his throbbing fellow member, John Tyler placed his hired man behind her head and started to push her into it while bucking his pelvic girdle. Rikki could find his cock sliding down her throat as he face fucked her. If she hadn't already figured out how to suppress her gag reflex, she'd definitely be choking by now. After a mo of getting face fucked, she pulled away and took his dick 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 dick to get him to write an essay for her ! She thought of letting him fuck her, but she decided to lay aside it for another time.

"You want to cum in my mouth or on my tits ?"She asked him.

"Your lip !"John Tyler answered happily.

Rikki smiled, and keeping her hand at the base of his diaphysis, engulfed his dick again. She started working her hand up and down a bit, while bobbing her header and licking the tip of his dick. Tyler reached down and started to play with her dummy while she did this. He was in heaven, and wouldn't go much longer. After a twosome hour of this, he told her he was about to botch, and grabbed the back of her head and started to face fuck her again. His shaft hit the back of her throat, again and again, as he moaned loudly.

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

Spurt after spurt came rushing out of his dick, Rikki couldn't believe how a lot he could cum. But she swallowed load after load until nearly 10 instant later he stopped cumming.

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

"holy place shit"Tyler said,"That was amazing."

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

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

"Yup ! Maybe I'll even award you again after writing it."Rikki said with a wink, then leaned forward, and licked some remaining cum off his dick. Then she stood up, and walked back to the bed. She was really starting to wish this quite a little. She wondered how practically further they would end up going, and if she would have to eventually hump him to pretend him go on doing her work for her.

But for now, she knew she could center on her other oeuvre .