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She accepted this string of words with eyes that danced around at the ideas of me being not-boyfriend but still having licked her to a solid Big Happy.

At the same time, as happy as she was, as she thought about it, her face got a little more sad, and she said, kind of reluctantly, "Not a relationship. I get it." Then, "I didn't ask you for one. You are my tutor."

"Exactly."

I stood farther away, since I could tell my cock was very much vertical again.

She saw me move away and to the side and looked down. "Ah. Mr. Pokey is poking again."

She went to grab the dishrag and rinse it off, I saw her butt (a very nice butt!) had giant red marks on it from sitting on the counter. I described this and said it was cute, looking at her while she was faced away from me.

Turning around with a hand on hip and a half smile, she said, "There will be no comments on my anatomy unless I deem them complimentary."

I laughed too but dipped my chin in acceptance.

She accepted my obeisance on that, but then got a concerned look on her face. "AND! No talking about this with Anyone, ever! Until the end of time, you got it? I have enough trouble with the guys making snide comments. You stick up for me, at least. I've noticed that, Believe Me, I noticed, but..." She turned back to getting some things in her book bag, and said much more quietly, "Cluelessly hurtful. If I didn't love 'em so much, I'd just bug off and find another group."

This was an insightful statement. I knew we were pretty close knit as a group, but I didn't think much about the idea of 'love' as an operator among us. Fraternal love, maybe, like my sisters were fraternal (always fighting) twins.

I said, "Well, then, if you love us, Dani, I guess... I love you, too... On behalf of the group, of course."

She turned around and got an exasperated but very caring look on her face, "I know, Kev. I know. Still..."

"Tell you what. If you want to correct them, tell them they're acting mean, tell them better, I'm happy to get your back. I mean, I do mage stuff, right? It's completely in character if I'm the 'fight with knowledge' kind of guy."

"Still. No talking about this."

"We need a cover story."

Her eyes darted sideways in a way I'd seen a thousand times while we were on campaigns. "Easy. Mostly the truth but leave out bits. I came over, I paid you minus a D&D club discount, not specified, got help, and left. Opposite sides of the table. Lemonade. Parents upstairs but open doors."

I nodded, "Mostly true, got it."

She came over and we shook hands, but it was over my very much re-erected penis, head bulbous with want and impending hope, maybe. I laughed and said, "Can't keep a good man down."

She let go of my hand and looked down, her boobs right there and so, so ripe for kissing.

"You are in a state. I suppose I can help again, if you like..."

Before I could even say Yes, she grabbed my shoulders and guided me backwards to sit in a kitchen chair, so she could kneel in front of me and re-take what she'd grabbed before.

Now, as I noted, she obviously wasn't that experienced at blowjobs, but if the first one was good, this one was better, and I gave her lots of compliments and feedback as she did it.

She had both her (relatively small) hands jacking and her mouth over my head at the end, and WOW was that good! I groaned as quietly as I could and felt myself release, spurt after spurt, into her humming mouth. Her eyes were wide, darting, coping with what was happening...

As I slowed down, though, her licks on my still-spasming cock got to be too much and I asked her to pause.

She unlatched and licked her lips with a giant beatific smile. "You're actually... really - oh-my-god cannot-believe, epic-best-ever yummy! First time was a surprise, but... now? It's like... an egg over easy, but in ... some kind of salty ambrosia flavor..."

All I could do was thank her and breathe, throwing my head back.

Looking down, her hands were wet but that was it. She washed her hands in the sink and wiped me with the wet dishrag again, then used it to go over her legs and crotch, in case she'd dripped from being too wet.

Wiping me off, and then wiping herself, made me wonder, so I asked, "You on the pill?"

She looked at me oddly, like she wasn't sure if she wanted to answer that, but then laughed at herself - she was naked and she gestured, "You're seeing all of me, might as well know. Of course. Started in 8th grade, helps with migraines and period cramps. Sorry."

The 'sorry' was for just mentioning her period, not a topic as guys we wanted to hear about, and the idea of not talking about it had come up in a D&D session. I mostly felt the same way, but I did counter that with, "Two sisters. I hear more than I want to already. Not a problem."

She laughed, "You do have..." looking around, "...a pretty nice setup, actually. Lots bigger than my room."

I pointed to the tool room, "There's even an outside cellar door, but it's kind of blocked."

She nodded and turned back to getting her books in order, still undressed, and I just watched, and told her she was beautiful, and that it was a great compliment because it also happened to be very true.

I think she blushed.

Standing up and getting dressed again myself, we rearranged ourselves as if nothing had happened.

She asked if I had any recommendations for stuff to do before the next time we met.

I said, "Do _All_ The Problems.... Be organized. Like I pointed out, write every single intermediate step when you're doing the problems. Saving a little handwriting is a false economy, plus it lets you check your work a lot easier. Obey the first rules of math - practice makes you fast and never wrong, and check answers by working backwards, and..."

Her face was going kind of defocused as I said this, she was spacing out.

As a joke, I kept going with directives, "...test your knowledge occasionally, and keep your tutor happy, and become his love slave concubine, and warm his bed, and be your best person, and devote yourself to him and your studies and him and work out every day and him and eating healthy and..."

She shook her head like she was coming out of a dream when I ran out of B.S., then gave me a dismissive, "Yeah, okay."

We walked back upstairs, and at the door, we didn't kiss. I thought about it, but she seemed to want to keep things professional in the rest of the house, like the basement was another world and we were back to the real world where we were just friends.

We agreed to do this Wednesdays from then on.

Going back downstairs, I just had to fall asleep early, it was only 9.

== Chapter: Starting Things ==

A couple of weeks later, it got to be track season and we started having regular workouts, sometimes running outside and sometimes inside in the underground (under our gym) indoor track. Ten laps to the mile, it wasn't huge, but it was bigger than some of the indoor tracks we ran in that were 12 to the mile.

At lunch and at D&D, things were pretty normal with Dani, but Grace, the other girl in our D&D group, started coming on to me.

This had been going on for a while, she'd tried it on some of the other guys, but everyone kind of figured out it was a bad plan.

Grace had problems.

First, she had no idea what she was doing as a female, probably because she was just awkward and clueless. But it was more than that. She was profoundly unattractive to me on many levels. Physically, her face wasn't something anyone would say was pretty, plus she had huge glasses, zits, unkempt mostly-dirty hair, was not thin at all (a 'not-athletic build').

Add to that being socially uncouth, rude, casually racist about asians, first peoples, black or brown people, etc. Her demonstrated willingness to fart loudly didn't help, either.

I wasn't even sure if she knew she should shower regularly.

The thing was, several times I turned my head to see she was staring intently at me, or more specifically, at my lips, I think, or maybe my chin.

As I glanced, though, I could see her stare wasn't purposeful, it was more like she was mesmerized, spaced out and staring. Seeing me look back startled her out of it and she acted disinterested again, but still, it was a pattern during that lunch.

I would have discounted this entirely, but then it started happening with other people, too.

In chorus, I started noticing that several girls around me had a habit of turning to face me when they weren't singing, or just shifting in their seats so they were more turned to me than to the conductor.

This was odd to me, but I kind of ignored it, since it's not the sort of thing you talk about if it's happening. I was complimented more than upset, for darn sure.

When I'd look over at them, looking at me, I could see the looks were either idle or spaced-out, or sometimes they'd be looking just plain confused.

Of course, if I turned towards them, they'd shift focus to something else as if nothing had happened.

So, the Thursday before our first meet, I got back from our workout run, and we all kind of broke up to go do sprints or stretches or whatever. I usually stretched on the railing outside stairs down to the track.

Jo (Josephine, a girl I'd known since 4th grade or so when she moved into town and into a house 3 doors down from me) came up and said hello, and looked at what I was doing.

She paused, and I waited for her to do whatever she was planning to do or say.

Putting her leg up on the railing beside mine, in the opposite direction so her legs opened to me instead of the same way (a tough move), she __almost__ made it work. She said, "Hey, Kev," and kept on trying to get her leg up.

Her stance was wide and her foot was on the railing, and she tried to reach it to pull...

The railing was slightly too high for her since she was shorter than me.

It didn't work. She half-fell, stumbling, and almost went onto her butt on the ice, not a fun place to be.

She laughed at herself, relaxed and comfortable with it being silly.

I laughed, too, and made a flat hand motion, "You must be __this__ tall to ride this ride..."

She agreed and we yucked it up.

Getting back to stretching, she put her leg on the lower railing, did some actual bending over and said, "So... I saw Dani stopping by your house the other night, I figured, one of those gaming clubs you have, but I was getting the mail, and she said, no, she was getting tutoring."

My suspicion/worry meter ticked up a little, and I said, "Oh, yeah. Math. She's pretty good, but she needed some pointers and I had that class."

Jo's face was considering what I said, but she suddenly sniffed and walked forward a little.

"I'm sorry, I just got back, I'm probably really stinky."

"No..." She got really pretty close to me, closer than normal, for sure. Her face went a little clouded, confused-like, wondering. She said, "It's... not stinky, at all. It's ... not bad? Kinda... rough, I guess, uh... sultry, almost? Are you wearing cologne? Anti-perspirant?"

I shook my head, "Neither. Never do, for running - it's not good. Gotta sweat or running 5 miles turns into heatstroke, even in the winter. Don't use the stuff... at least, in school, I might... other times, I guess."

"Ah. Parties. When you're..."

I laughed, "Wearing my pretty flower dress, yeah."

"You're funnier than I remember you."

"And, less of a pariah."

"You were never a pariah!?!"

"I mooned you, that group of you, in 5th grade. I got teased about my butt for the next 3 years."

She threw her head back in laughter, and then shook it.

She said, "WOW! Amazing. I had totally forgotten that! Oh, yeah, takes me back. Uh, yeah, that wasn't a great move, doing that. But, it shut Karen up! She was hot on you. She wanted to take the plunge and KISS you." Her voice emphasized 'kissssss' the way a 5th grader would talk. "But Noooooo, she said one last mean thing to you, you snapped at her."

I remembered.

"You yelled something, right? Like, 'bite this'?"

It played in my head like it was yesterday. It had been a problem and a personal triumph at the same time.

I said, "Not quite. So, I faced my butt to her, pulled down my shorts really far in the back, and yelled, "Here's a mirror, Karen! Bite Yourself!"

This set off more laughing, and Jo came over and leaned on the railing near me. "So, thing is. Standing here, I... I realize I could really use some help with geometry..."

I was confused, took my leg down, and went into some calf push-wall stretches. "Geometry?"

She got kind of embarrassed, and I saw that and quickly apologized.

"No, it's okay. I've always had a hard time with math. I'm dyslexic, so I have a hard time reading anything."

I nodded, "Ah. Got it, heard of that. And, geometry? ... yeah." I had to hesitate. "Thing is, I've been super-busy lately, and now I'm doing this tutoring thing for money - I've been charging $40/hour, and I already have a bunch of students."

Her eyes got bigger. "Forty?!"

I nodded, "Yeah, college tutoring service, it's $40 or $50 for different subjects. I figured, I'm at least as good as that, so, yeah. And, Dani seemed to get good value out of it."

She considered this and asked, "Got room for another student? I'll have to ask my parents for the money, though."

I was still feeling jovial and silly, and said, "Well, you could work it out in trade, too. My mom needs a bunch of stuff cleaned, and, heck, I need my room cleaned. Not exactly fair trade, though, maybe. Tutoring is harder than vacuuming."

She laughed and said, "I'll still ask my mom. When?"

This was getting more real. "Uh... how about Saturday, after the meet? Afternoon?"

Her nod was quick, "Absolutely! Later, maybe I'll get my mom to make us dinner, you can come back over to my house."

It was quickly settled. I had another pupil. I honestly didn't expect Jo to do the naked thing, and if she was having trouble, then, fine, I could do a little. But, I didn't want to get stuck with lots of other pupils, so if I charged a bunch, this could prevent getting overloaded.

And, I didn't want a relationship. Jo was super-pretty, For Sure! I'd masturbated to her mental image a lot in junior high. But, my life was super-complicated with STEM classes and running and all the tutoring I was already doing. I didn't need that much more stuff.

That night, around 7, Madison drove up, I was watching out the window, and let her in as she came up to the door.

She was in a foul mood as she came in and took off her coat, "Just got pulled over for speeding."

"Ah." I considered it. "Were you?"

"Duh. Yeah."

"How bad?"

"$115 bucks, $75 for the speeding, and $40 in fees."

We went downstairs and set stuff down on the kitchen table, and we started stripping.

Underneath, she had a very nice lace bra on, her nipples showing through the lace.

I said, "Huh. Pretty."

She didn't reply, but I realized I wasn't stripping, so got my stuff off, folding it as I went so I could watch her.

I had had an erection before she showed up, anticipating, so it definitely hadn't gone down in the meantime. Getting out of my underwear, I said, "It would be more fair if you took off your pants, too."

She didn't say anything but just sat down. "Doesn't matter, Kev. Legs are under the table."

"Would you like me to sit on your side, so you can see me, more?"

Her words said, "Doesn't matter," but her eyes said she wanted that.

"I'll sit where you can see me, but only if you say, out loud, that you want me to."

This could have been a negotiation, but it felt to me more like I was manipulating her, and I didn't feel good about that, so I stopped myself and said, "No, nevermind. You don't want to say it, and ... I'm not going to make you, it's fine. Let's..."

"Kevin. Let me... see you."

She stepped forward, her beautiful breasts were orbs in my eyes, so soft and touchable... I stared at them and licked my lips, but then shifted back up with some deliberation to watch her eyes.

Her steps took her to being right in front of me, and while she'd been looking down, she looked me right in the face. Her next words were insulting but her manner wasn't. She said, "You are such a disgusting slob, asking me to do this."

"Your choice. You can pay money instead."

She looked down, and I saw her eyes not obviously on my cock but more going down my chest, and almost inaudibly she mumbled, "Your abs are sooo cut...." Looking back up at me, her lips in a thin line, almost pursed and her eyebrows bunching up, "We agreed. Deal is a deal. Still, I should be allowed to look at you, close up."

"As long as it's fair, sure."

"Fair?"

"You look at my eyes, I get to look into your... eyes." I opened my eyes wider, giving an expression of almost hope, and made a connection with hers. I had almost said, 'beautiful eyes', but I let my expression do my talking for me. I continued, "And, you, you look at my chest, I look at your chest. Has to be fair, equal, between us."

"Oh, no, mister..."

I shrugged. Fine. Back to math?"

"In a minute. What...?" She was starting to look confused, and she sniffed a little, then kept looking at my face, maybe regarding my gaze into hers as too powerful. I almost felt it was, but I was determined to not let her, Ms. Not-Nice, get away with anything.

Her gaze traveled down my chest, at my shoulders, her face was closer to that height anyway since she was shorter than I was. I lifted an arm out sideways and rotated it, flexing a little but not bent, so it didn't do the classic bicep-flex thing but still highlighted some of my hard-fought-for muscles (Coach made us lift weights, too, saying it helped our times).

I was smiling, showing off my arm muscles, but she wasn't grinning back at it, so I cut it out and let my arms drop to my sides, leaning back against the countertop.

She was confused, still, and curious, and her curiosity was winning her out. She started biting her lower lip

I had zero doubt she wanted to bend down and look at my cock, erect and happy. That could be fun, maybe, but knowing exactly how tit-for-tat she was, I didn't want the imbalance. I was considering stopping her, but then I realized, I wanted her to feel the imbalance just like I did - her wanting something and not getting it.

She looked up at my face and said, "Equal, right? What do you want, again?"

"Complete access. I want to see everything. You get to see everything. Even trades only, for close inspection, more than where you're standing right now."

Her gaze went down my body and I know, fixed on the head of my cock, looking up at her.

"Even trades?"

I spelled it out, clearly. "Even everything. Math knowledge - completely open, complete honesty. I look at you, you look at me. All open. Looks, touches, whatever, hell, orgasms, whatever, all open, with you. Owe nothing except what we get from the other - equal, complete honesty. Up front. Complete access, and ... we build it, some measure of trust."

It was the best I could come up with on the spur of the moment.

She inhaled, deeply, still looking down, and said, "Honesty. Open... being Open."

Looking up into my eyes, her face got more serene, like she was letting go of a limitation, her shoulders relaxing in the process.

She said, "Honestly? I am incredibly horny right now."

I chuckled, "Me, too."

She started to bend down to look closer, but I touched her arm, "Ah! Wait... You get close up views, I get to see all of you, too. Pants off, panties, off."

Her petulant whine was an 'oh, dammit' half under her breath, and she changed that to, "Fucket, sure. Whatever."

Stepping back, she shucked off her shoes and unbuckled her jeans, pushing them down, stepping out of them, and, glancing at me again, pulled down her panties, too, stepping out of them but leaving them on the floor in a pile.