The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 02

"So this was a set up?" I smiled.

"Yes and no," he smirked. "Yes, I needed some help with the math, but no, not bad enough to get it from anyone but you."

"And we're back to where this began. Where is our relationship going or is it even a relationship or..."

He stood up abruptly.

"Oh shit!" he yelled. "I told Sandy I'd take her to a party for the football team this afternoon!"

He began to dress frantically.

"You need to get a shower, Tom. You smell like cum and sex."

He laughed.

"I'll get a shower at the dorm and I'll tell the guys I've been eating pussy if anybody smells it."

I was still lying naked on the floor, entertained at his wild race to dress. He put his shoes on without socks and left them on my floor.

"You can put these under your pillow," he grinned. "That way you can smell them if you miss me."

"Fuck you, Tom," I snickered.

"No, next time I fuck you," he said as he leaned over and kissed me.

"We're on for Monday's session?"

I nodded.

"Good, I'll bring pizza."

He looked at me on the floor and grinned.

"You know, every time I come in this kitchen from now on I'm going to remember you giving me the best fuck of my life right here on the floor."

I watched his back as he raced out the door. Eventually I got up and cleared the table, cleaning up the kitchen in the nude. I couldn't stop my mind from racing with questions about him, about us.

Was this just casual sex and nothing more, his experimenting with gay sex? Would it end when he decided he didn't need to be tutored anymore? What was I to him and how did Sandy fit in?

I swore to myself that I would not become clinging, that I wouldn't start expecting him to call or stop by, all things I hated in my girlfriends.

I also swore that I wasn't going to let him break my heart...

I got dressed and went for a run.