DAVID TUTORS A STUDENT, PT.1

Do you want to know what the hardest profession is in the entire world? Name any that you want and I’ll trump you. Whatever your response is, I would simply shake my head with a knowing smile and say, “Nope, I have the hardest job in the world.”

No, you see, I am David Roberts, a 29 year old, attractive single man who, in addition to a working as an officer in a local Police Department on the Gulf here in FL, teaches Criminal Justice at the local Community College, mostly to incoming ‘freshmen’. These young adults are mostly wide-eyed kids on their own for the first time. Gone are the bratty and smart-ass ‘emo-types’ of high school.

The part that makes it so tough are the females With each school year, I am constantly bombarded with a new wave of incredibly hot 18-20 year old girls that I get to see and interact with on a daily basis, but of course,, I’m not supposed to pursue. What’s worse is that many of them realize this and try to use it to their advantage. There might possibly have been a few that truly wanted something, but most realized they could flirt or covertly tease without any worry of having to follow thru.

Now, have I fucked any of my students? Sure, but it was after they were in other parts of the curriculum, were mostly thru that first year, and were proving themselves stable. Above all they had to be willing, and really that opportunity has only made itself knows maybe twice. Basically, these hot ladies are forbidden fruit, so I have mostly let them be.

See, my thing is that I enjoy being in FULL control of my women, I LIKE them submissive, particularly if it is reluctant on their part, and this is a trait that young ladies out on their own for the first time just don’t have

So technically, no, I haven’t fucked any of my actual students. Well, not until this year that is.

Before I tell you that, let me back up a bit. Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Sierra was her name and from the first day she stepped into my last period class, I was immediately hooked. She was just 5’2″ in heels, a girl with model looks and long brown hair. Her dark, exotic eyes sparkled as she laughed with friends and that big, beautiful smile melted everyone around her. Her lips were full and soft and she always accentuated them with either clear or light pink lip gloss. She was obviously the queen bee of her click as she was always front and center in her group of girls. They were hot, she was hotter.

She had killer legs with great tone. Her hamstrings curved out slightly showcasing her athletic legs and her calves weakened my knees. They were incredible and seemed to shine whenever I was lucky enough to see her in a dress or skirt. She had a flat belly, tiny hips, a perky, athletic ass to die for and topped it all off with a set of firm, perky C-Cup breasts for such a small girl. Her cleavage would always cause me to lose my train of thought. I know I wasn’t alone in that.

She was an extremely smart girl as I found out thru the year. Her work was exemplary and she had a shot at being the graduating class’s Valedictorian, or at bare minimum the Salutatorian. This was one of those special girls. She did so much and was successful at it. Her father was a successful businessman in the area and her mother was some sort of philanthropist.

She was a friendly girl, even to those that didn’t fit within her social group and even to me. She always found a way to touch my arms when possible, but it was almost always followed up with a statement of how important it was for her to ace my class. I began to realize that she was just trying to ensure she got a good grade, even with her already stellar work, by flirting with me.

It was a Thursday after class and this wasn’t one of the days she stayed after. I began to tidy up the class so I could leave and head home, intending to work a voluntary weekend shift. As I did, I noticed a small makeup case by the door to the room and realized that one of the girls must have accidentally dropped it on their way out.

I picked it up and opened it up to see whose it was. I was completely shocked at what I saw. Inside was some small make-up items, probably $200 in twenty’s, a drivers license and a debit card and around 10 small baggies filled with a white substance. Cocaine.

I dropped into my chair and stared at what was in my hands.