Tutor Trap

Marie McCray stared at the living room ceiling and sighed. Another tutor just walked out the door. She hired them all the way through high school, and Naomi burned through every last one. When Marie sat down beside her on the sofa, Naomi’s eyes sparked. She picked up her biology textbook like it was harmless. Halfway through the homework, the questions turned. How wet does a girl get? What happens inside her body? Marie cleared her throat, trying to keep things clinical, but Naomi leaned in close. “Show me,” Naomi said, softer now, lips close to Marie’s ear. “Hands-on. That’s how I learn best.” Marie’s fingers shook, but she peeled her blouse away, then the rest. She lay back, pulse racing, and let Naomi’s gaze travel over her skin. When Naomi’s mouth closed over one nipple, Marie gasped. Heat climbed fast. She told herself it was still a lesson, nothing more—until Naomi’s tongue slid lower and any excuse vanished. Marie spread her thighs without thinking. Naomi tasted her slowly, carefully, learning every inch with wet, deliberate strokes. The sound she made told Marie that this had never been about grades. Naomi had wanted her all along.