So, this series is about me taking incidents in my life, where nothing really happened and I imagine, what could have been, although that is probably provided my life was a porn film from the day I turned eighteen onward. I am not writing these in any particular order, however there is an order to them, for now this is the second one, but I am planning at least one more between this and the first one. For those who are interested "Becoming a Pet ch. 2" is coming next.
I was in my second year at the local community college, getting my associates degree before transferring to a four year school when I got really sick. Not go to the hospital life in danger sick, more the stay home for a few weeks until it works its way out of your system sick. I nearly dropped out for that semester, but between good friends and understanding professors, I was in good shape by the time I got through my illness. However there was one problem, chemistry my worst subject. It was enough of a struggle when I wasn't struggling to make up work. So, I needed to get a tutor. I was expecting either another student who had taken chemistry in the past or maybe someone older but she was a bit closer to a teacher. But not just any teacher, but the kind wet dreams and porn films about school were made of. She was about five foot eight, maybe two inches shorter than me with long glossy black hair that came to her waist, an easy smile on full lips, probably c-breasts, in skin the color of dark chocolate. She dressed professionally, for a college not an office, she was covered, but clearly she had chosen it for the way it accentuated her figure. The outfit might have garnered complaints, but she could easily blame her ample bosom for the fit.
"Hello, Lukas?" It's funny I had heard the phrase "honeyed tones" in the past, however I hadn't really thought about it until she spoke. It must be difficult for any guy to talk to her if he has any interest in women. It only took another moment of me standing there like an idiot to realize that she was waiting for a response.
"Sorry, yes I'm Lukas. I guess you're my tutor." She laughed as she held out a hand, which I took in the hopes of moving on from the awkward moment. Her grip was surprisingly strong, although the hands were in proportion to her size.
"Don't worry about it, you wouldn't be the first to forget his name when I spoke. My name is Alexa Pierce." We had met at the local rec center as it had a good meeting area. We sat to go over the material. Chemistry had always been the bane of my academic existence, so missing lectures and time to interact with the professor hadn't helped. Alexa clearly knew her stuff and while it took some getting used her voice, I found myself feeling more confident about my decision not to drop out of the class. However the final for the class was fast approaching and there was so much I didn't know, leaving me to conclude that my best effort in the class was going to result in a barely passing grade. This was not a pleasant outcome as I was planning to go on to a four year school, but I didn't see how I could change the situation. One day after several sessions with Alexa and I had come to accept the situation, there was a knock at the door. I was surprised to find it was her.
"Miss Pierce? I didn't think we had a session today." She smiled reassuringly as she shook her head.
"Not today. I just wanted to try something different, as I know you're concerned about your grade. Can I come in?" I nodded as I stepped aside.
"Sure. No one's going to be back for hours." I led her to the living room before going to my room to get my chemistry stuff. When I returned she had made herself comfortable and was drawing a diagram on a piece of paper. I sat down and she explained the diagram was to visualize some concepts of chemistry.
"I think if I can teach you to visualize some aspects of chemistry it will make a lot more sense to you." A number of things did click for me and I felt confident that I would comfortably pass, rather than barely passing, but still it could be better. After almost an hour of trying this new tact she stopped and shook her head.
"Well, I'm sure you'll do better, but there's only so much you can visualize." She sat back as she clearly thought deeply about this. I studied the diagrams she had made for several minutes before she spoke again.
"How long till your parents get home?" I looked up, somewhat surprised by the question as I checked the time.
"Not for at least two hours, why?" She smiled and although I was certain it was my imagination she seemed be looking me up and down.
"Well then, I'm going to quiz you and for every right answer I will take off one item of clothing." I just blinked as I stared at the cleavage I had been trying to avoid eying since she had arrived.
"A-are you serious?" She laughed as she nodded.
"Yes, I figure with a little motivation you might learn better." I nodded, although more because I was unsure of what to say, than I was actually believing this. "First, what is an acid?" I stared for a moment, but decided she was starting off with an easier question to encourage me.
"A substance with greater than seven PH." She smiles as she leans down, showing off the cleavage her shirt exposes as she slowly slips off one shoe than the other. She took longer than was necessary before sitting up to lean back to resume asking questions.