There was a student I tutored for a few years a while ago, her name was Yume. I started tutoring her during her Sophomore year in Geometry. She was a very good student, and she probably would have been fine without me, but her parents were pretty strict, especially her mom, and wanted to ensure she got the best grades she could.
A little about me if you haven't read any of my other adventures. I am an engineer by job, working as a part time tutor as well, married and kids, although a significant lack of passion in our relationship.
Yume's family dynamics were interesting. From Japanese descent, her parents were both 1st generation born in the United States and seemed to follow many traditional Japanese customs, but I will be the first to admit that I don't know a lot about them. I am only speaking from perception, not knowledge. Yume was caught in the middle between their world and her world as a teen growing up in the US.
I made sure to treat her parents with extreme respect but her mom always watched me like a hawk. That first year of tutoring had to be more stressful for her than Yume. Yume was a good kid, with a good head on her shoulders. What I couldn't figure out is if her mom didn't trust her or me.
As time went on, her mom did seem to get more comfortable. Her Junior year progressed through Algebra 2 and I continued to tutor her once or twice a week. I watched as Yume matured and developed into a gorgeous young woman with a very athletic figure. She did have a boyfriend throughout this year and perhaps her mom saved her energy to watch over them more than me, I don't know. By her senior year she had fully developed. She was an independent young woman of stunning beauty. Her long dark hair contrasted with her exotic green eyes. She still had her athletically trim body, about 5'6" and small tits. She portrayed herself with confidence too, it was very nice to see.
Throughout her senior year we seemed to get more and more freedom during our tutoring sessions. While last year her mom didn't watch us like a hawk, she was still around. This year it seemed she had changed a bit. Maybe deciding that as she had a boyfriend, I was probably safe, and also perhaps she was just comfortable with me being around. Either way it just tended to work to our benefit.
Later in the school year, we were kind of alone for one of our sessions. Her mom was home, but in a different room. We were studying as normal, she was doing some practice tests and needed to spread out some more. This was usual and as I had become very adept at reading upside down I sat opposite her at the table, watching her work. I do have to admit though, this seat definitely had some major advantages over sitting next to a student. With the right shirt, it could give me quite a show. Some of my students have realized this and purposefully teased me, others seemed quite oblivious to this.
It seemed at first that Yume had no idea she was teasing me. Granted, with her small tits, and there wasn't much cleavage, but there was enough to catch my attention. On this day she wore a loose fitting tank top with thin straps covered over with a loose fitting button up that was mainly just covering her arms. As she was concentrating she had a very enduring habit of biting on her lip to the side. I found myself focusing on her lips several times during the evening without realizing it. I managed to catch myself everytime without her noticing, or at least I thought I had. As the evening progressed, she got more and more comfortable, at one point sitting with her legs tucked under her, propping herself up more than usual.
As she continued to concentrate, and in her new vantage point, she was leaning over her work more than usual. At one point I looked up from her work and noticed I could look directly down her shirt. Her over shirt was open completely, allowing her tank top to drape down, allowing me a direct view of her tits. I know she rarely wore a bra as her tits were pretty small, and tonight I was glad of that. As I glanced, I could have sworn her nipples were hard. Now granted, I had never seen her nipples before, but I am sure, if this was their natural state, I would have seen evidence through her shirts' before today. I was captivated. As my focus was on her tits, it took me a second to realize she had stopped writing. Knowing I was probably in trouble I slowly let my eyes wander up to her face. She was looking directly at me, a smirk on her face, slightly sucking on the eraser on her pencil. I am sure my face must have turned beet red at this point as she laughed out loud at me. I tried to stammer out an apology but probably just made everything worse.
By this time I was also sporting a very hard erection in my shorts. As I have said before, tits are my weakness, large or small, doesn't matter. She must have had an inkling of what I was going through as she smiled broadly at me, but didn't say a word. She gave me a knowing smile and went back to work, getting more comfortable again, pulling her feet out from under her. I might have been sweating a little and was slightly devastated that she caught me. A moment later her mom came out and seeing my face asked if I needed some water, Yume covered up a laugh while I answered that would be great.