Cli-tutor-is Stimulation

The next day, she began her tutoring with Ivanka at Ivanka’s exchange family’s house. Every time the foreigner opened her mouth, Lesley wanted to punch her. She want to rip her hair out and tell her what she thought of her. But she never did. She just nodded her head and played nice.
It went this way for the next few days. With each day, calculus began getting more and more impossible to sit through. Mr. Gribbin began paying less and less attention to Lesley, and he began giving more attention to the Russian invader. She couldn’t stand it.
It had been a week since Lesley and Mr. G had done anything. He hadn’t even called her by anything other than her name. No nicknames. No winks. No smiles. Everything she had loved had been diverted to Ivanka. And she hated both Ivanka and Mr. Gribbin for it.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She lost her cool one day during one of the tutoring sessions with Ivanka. She felt bad at first…but those feelings would soon be replaced…
“So Lezlee, ven you take thees number, and yoo put it in ze equation, ze two pwior numbers cancel each other out,” said Ivanka.
“Yeah, but what happens when you have the pi in there?” asked the dumbfounded redhead.
“It does not change anything. Yoo just put it on the ootside of the equation and multiply it afterwerds,” explained the young exchange student.
“This is such shit. I can’t handle it anymore. I hate you. You think you can just walk in here, and act like you own the school. It’s bull.. And then you steal my man?” said the angered young American.
Extremely shocked and apologetic, Ivanka said, “But I don’t understand. Vut did I do? I am not trying to do anyting to anger people. I just. I-I-I,” she began to cry and could not finish her sentence.
Lesley thought about apologizing, but she couldn’t help the anger coursing through her veins. She continued her rant, “I don’t care. The brilliance, the cute accent, the perfect body- I could handle all of these if you hadn’t come and tried to take away my love. For that, I can never forgive you.”
“Vut do you mean? I have not taken any man,” she said.
“Our TEACHER! You stole him from me. You came in and took him away. He loved me. I loved him. All until you came in, and stole him from me. And now he hates me. He doesn’t even look at me anymore. But you. He looks at you the way he used to look at me. And I hate both of you for it,” she stated strongly. She wanted to punch her, but at the same time she was strangely attracted to her. She wanted to grab her, but at the same time she wanted to attack her mouth and have her way with her.
Ivanka began to cry, and struggling, she managed to say, “No. No. He came on to me. He tried to put his hand up my shirt. I told him ‘No’, but he voodn’t stop. He kept coming. Eventuly, I gave in and made out vith him, but I never vaunted to steal him from yoo. I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
Inside, Lesley began smiling. It was a weird type of happy. She was happy that he had forced himself on her. In some weird perverted way, it turned her on, but she was also happy that this young girl had resisted and that she didn’t really pose any competition for her teacher’s love.
At that same moment, Lesley looked at the Russian girl. She looked at her enchanting eyes that were the same shade of blue as the purest summer sky; the perky breasts that were begging Lesley to feel them, to taste them. She slowly moved her eyes to the girls perfect thighs, all the way to her legs that went on for miles. And the area between the thighs that was left to imagination…only for a short time.
She made her move. “Shh. Ivanka. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong. Just come here, please, I really am sorry. I don’t hate you,” Lesley assuredly said to the young foreigner. As she brought her in to her shoulder, she began placing her hand up the back of Ivanka’s shirt. This served dual purpose. One, she gauged Ivanka’s reaction. No objection. She wanted it. The second reason was that it gave Lesley the chance and excuse to feel, for the first time, Ivanka’s beautifully soft skin. As smooth and forgiving as the softest sand on the most secluded, perfect island. She pulled back and looked at the teary eyed young girl, eye to eye.
Brushing away the hair from her face and softly drying her tears, she whispered, “You’re safe with me.” And with that, they began their indulgence. This was a different type of making out. It wasn’t physically intense, but the effect it had on Lesley’s mind was something she had never felt before. She thought for a second- but no that was crazy. Couldn’t be. Or could it. It felt like the first time, that any of her make outs had been fueled by love. She didn’t love Ivanka. But she loved the idea of her. ‘Am I a lesbian? No I couldn’t be. But there’s something special here’ she thought to herself. She almost got so caught up in her thoughts that she almost didn’t even feel Ivanka begin kissing every inch of her body leading to her skirt. When she reached it, she threw Lesley onto the bed. She began crawling up to Lesley on the bed like a cat stalking its prey. She kissed Lesley, from her forehead to her skirt. When she got there again, she undid the zipper and slowly slipped it off.
“I love you,” Lesley whispered, though she wasn’t sure why. She knew it wasn’t true.
Ivanka continued to please her in ways that no man had even come close to achieving. She attacked every inch of her womanhood with a hint of sheer force and impulse, all while retaining the underlying feeling of love and affection. It was incomparable to anything Lesley had ever dreamed of. When it came her turn to return the favor, she threw Ivanka over. She undressed her, until she was nakedly beautiful. Every perfection and imperfection for the world to see. And Lesley had never seen something so beautiful.
She tasted better than any man that Lesley had ever experienced. This love session lasted for what seemed only 10 minutes. That was until Lesley had stolen a glance at the clock and realized they had been at it for almost an hour.
As they both finished off, they continued making out. Lesley didn’t want it to stop. She wanted as many opportunities she could get to look at the young girl’s perfect body. Perfect face. Perfect everything.
But eventually, it did end, and Lesley regrettably had to say she must be going home. Ivanka had a look of pure satisfaction on her face as she said, “Okay. Drive safe. We’ll continue this lesson very soon, beautiful.” And with a final few kisses, Lesley got dressed, and left Ivanka’s bedroom.
As she was walking out the door, the devil within her took over. She saw a spare key to the home on the floor, and without thinking twice, grabbed it. She was not exactly sure for what purpose yet, but she had a feeling it could come in handy in the future...

Foreign Affairs

The next day at school, Lesley could still taste of Mr. Gribbin’s manhood in her mouth. She basked in its deliciousness.
She thought that the day would be extremely pleasing due to the intensity of the pleasures from the day prior, but this day held an unexpected obstacle for Lesley. One that was very unwelcome.
“Hello class,” began Mr. Gribbin, “we have a new student today. Please welcome Ivanka Wescotlia.”
The class said ‘Hello.’ But Lesley didn’t. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of the attractive exchange student smiling at Mr. G. What was that? Did she wink? She had. That bitch.
“My name is Ivanka Wescotlia. I am frum ze country of Russia. My fumilee iz very anchshus to be in ze America,” struggled the foreign slut.
Lesley had her eyes fixed on Mr. Gribbin and the way he laughed at the cute girl’s inability to pronounce certain words.
Laughing, he walked up and put his arm around Ivanka, “Well class, I hope you all welcome Ivanka into the class and show her around the school.”
The rest of the class only ended up contributing to Lesley’s hatred towards the new girl. It turned out that she was not only beautiful and had a sexy accent, she was also brilliant. Every question that Mr. G had, she had the answer. Lesley tried to compete. Without even thinking, she threw her hand in the air and blurted out the first answer that came to her head.
“3 Pi over 4,” she said.
Ivanka raised her hand, “Ze answer iz 17.34x.
Extremely excited, he replied, “Absolutely correct! How did you get it so quickly?”
She began explaining her methods, but Mr. Gribbin pretended to not be able to understand them. “Intriguing. Are you able to meet with me after class and explain your methods a little more thoroughly?”
Giggling with excitement, she said, “Uf coorse! I mean, yes, I believe I can do zat.”

Lesley was so angered, she didn’t realize how hard she was squeezing on her pencil and snapped it in her hands.
Five minutes before the end of class, Mr. Gribbin called Lesley to his desk. “Lesley, I’m worried about you,” he began. She couldn’t believe it. He was acting more like her teacher than her lover; it was as if nothing had happened with them. He continued, “I think you should have a tutor to help you with this next chapter. I’m going to recommend Ivanka. I only recommend this because I feel that the way she learns is unique and it might help you.”
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.. She wanted to slap him. And yet at the same time, she still wanted him inside her. Then she realized that this would be a good way for her to keep an eye on Ivanka’s doings outside of class. She willfully submitted to her master.
“Okay. I agree,” she said.
“Alright. Well, I’ll talk to Ivanka and arrange something for you two this week. Have a nice day Lesley,” he said.
She still couldn’t believe how he was acting. It made her so mad, but she couldn’t stop the thoughts of sex entering and exiting her mind, like her lover in her mouth the previous day.
The bell rang, and Lesley began leaving the room. But it wasn’t until she could have sworn she saw Ivanka grab her teacher’s lap. She left the room and began planning a way to sabotage this Russian home wrecker.