Hot For Tutor

A/N: It's still taking me FOREVER to write this chapter, so I guess it's going to come in installments - sorry about that, I'm not trying to be deliberately cruel.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! ^_^ and who suggested names, they were all good ones, but I could only pick one.

CHAPTER CODES: m/f, teens, hj, anal

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Chapter 2: Say My Name - Backyard

Cursing for the umpteenth time that he didn't have any trash bags, the teen hauled the detached mower bag across the newly shorn lawn to around the back of the shed. Heaving the oblong black bag upward, he dumped out the grass clipping onto the growing pile. And because there were no bags he was going to have to come back later and rake it all up!

Shaking out the last clumps, he dropped the bag and wiped his sweaty face on the shoulder of his sleeveless t-shirt. It was the beginning of fall but the sun was beating down like it was still summer and the Autry's yard was more like a pasture. At least they paid well.

"HEY!" he yelped at the sudden whack to his shoulder. It wasn't painful but still! Turning around, the boy saw Rachel standing there, feet apart and hands on hips, scowling at him.

He might have wondered what had gotten her so mad if she hadn't been dressed like a farmer's daughter, her blond hair braided into pig-tails. His eyes immediately went to the flannel shirt, rolled up over the elbows, but more importantly tied into a knot under her perfect breasts. There were - what - two, maybe three buttons holding it closed over its prize bounty. His attention got pulled down to the impatient fingers tapping on the flare of her hips, lovingly encased in daisy duke jean shorts and baring her tanned legs. If only she had cowboy boots to complete the package instead of the running shoes.

Either way it had him pulsing in his basketball shorts and wishing for a haystack. He grinned.

"What are you smirking at?!" Rachel snapped. "I know you left that on purpose."

He followed her pointed finger to the thick paperback book lying at his feet. So that was what she threw at him. THE SCARLET LETTER emblazoned on its cover.

"Just because you're bangin' the teacher, don't think you can get out of your homework. Your parents are expecting me to up your grades. So you are going to do your assignments." The blonde frowned when he didn't seem to be paying attention. "Are you listening to me?"

"Sure," he said as walked to her. As soon as he was in arm-reach he pulled her to him, "banging the teacher, do my assignments."

He ran his hands down her waist over her rump, his fingers finding the frayed edge of her cut-offs and tugging them upward, searching for the luscious bottom curve of her ass. The seam of the jean shorts pulled tight against her and she sucked in a breath, leaning into him.

"You--" she started but stopped when he gripped her hauling her up to his erection. There was only a moment's hesitation before she wrapped her legs around him and rubbed on him, delighted with how he hardened.

The teen walked her over to the pile of grass clipping, tipped her back slightly and let gravity carry them both down to the cushy bedding. Rachel squealed under him, pushing slightly at his shoulders. "Ewww, you're all sweaty!"

"Give me a minute," he promised, nipping at her ear, "you will be too."

"Uck, your shirt stinks," the sixteen year old still complained.

He reared up and quickly discarded it. Suddenly he was caught by the sight of her and simply stared. He could wish her honey-blond hair was free and fanned out around her face although the braided pig-tails gave her a girlish look. Already blades of grass stuck into the plaits and her cheeks were flushed and eyes bright as if she had be tussling in the yard. But there was nothing girlish about her body, it was all woman.

Her chest rose and fell with every breath, her breast so lusciously round and soft, tantalizing even when clothed but he wanted to see them bared to him. "Now yours," he said, his voice growing rougher.

Rachel's eyes sparkled suddenly at his demand and she shook her head no, all innocence. She raised her arms up over her head in a mock surrender gesture. "Make me."

He cocked at grin, entertaining the possibilities, his eyes sweeping down her body, the delightful curves of her smooth belly to the rough jeans of her shorts, her long legs opened as he knelt between them. His hand reached down and brushed his fingertips along one smooth thigh to the frayed hem of the shorts. He traced it down to the crotch and she squirmed slightly. His fingers disappeared under the jeans and found the edge of her panties. He lingered there, threatening to intrude there too.

Rachel's eyes and face were alive with anticipation. She arched her back just a little to lift herself but made no move to comply with his command. He stroked her lightly at the edge of her panties and a teasing laughter bubbled up but she shook her head no.

He withdrew his hand and she pouted. Instead he reached for the top button at her shorts. His thumb pushed it through its hole. He pulled at the fly and the buttons gave way one at a time, the jeans parting to reveal a triangle of white cotton panties sprinkled with small bunches of flowers and a tiny bow at the elastic waistband.

Smiling, he shoved his hand into her shorts cupping her damp heat through her pretty panties. She smiled too, pushing herself into the curve of his hand. As his fingers stroked the thin material of the crotch, she sighed and rolled her head from side to side both in pleasure and continued defiance.

She grew wetter but still she refused to give in, but her hands balled into fists above her head and he knew she was fighting it. Slowly he pulled his hand up the front of the panties to the waistband and slipped inside. But rather than inserting a finger between the wet fold of her pussy. He cupped her and squeezed the mound, catching the swollen clit inside and rubbing it as gently massaged her.

Rachel's bottom lip sucked inbetween her teeth and she bit it, but a little whimper escaped anyway. The soft plump flesh was pressed against her super-sensitive clit, slipping wetly on the little nub, causing her thighs to want to press together. She squirmed, her eyes squeezed shut. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and her hands were in motion. She grabbed her breasts through the soft flannel of her shirt, kneeding them.

The teen grinned, continuing the teasing torture. "Open it, Rachel."

Squirming against his hand, this time she pulled at the shirt and the buttons gave away easily but she had to stuggle a bit with the knot before it too gave way. She quickly had the front clasp of her lacy bra undone and pulling them out of the way. Her smooth round breasts, perfectly tan, and tipped with rosy nipples were once again swallowed up by her hands. Her palms rubbing hard on her tight nipples.

"Touch me," she panted.

He slide his fingers into the wet pussy lips, stroking slightly. "How do you want it?"

Her bright eyes lit up with mischief and with her middle fingers she circled both beaded tits. With an answering smile, his middle finger circled her clit. She cried out and twisted against him. Loving this new game she played with her tits, circling them, stroking them and when she flicked them and he copied it, a shudder went through her. She pinched them and tugged. She cried out, throwing her head back into her grassy cushion, a more powerful shudder and her whole body tensed.

She was close to a climax but he was enjoying this too much to end so soon. He pull away from her swollen clit causing her head to snap up. He found her entrance and tested it with a single finger, then pushed two inside. Her head dropped back on a loud sigh. "Yeeesssss!"

He watched in fascination as the soft muscles of her flat stomach undulated to lift her hips to him. She looked like a belly dancer moving her hips to stroke herself on his fingers. Her body shifted and twisted and arched, golden and flushed bathed in the sunlight. Her hand rubbed over herself, over her breasts to her throat and back down to her belly button as if she needed to be touched everywhere.

His hand in her jeans thrust harder until he rocked her on her bed of grass and her body again tightened as she climbed higher and higher. "Oh God... YES!" she panted. "Mmmm... yes.... oh my GOD.... I'm so.... ahhh... GOD---"

Rachel's head snapped up and she almost screamed but not out of orgasm. He was kneeling between her legs with both his hands down at his sides. Why had he stopped?!?! "What's wrong?" she demanded.

"You never say my name."

Rachel couldn't believe this. She was SO CLOSE and he suddenly he want to talk! "WHAT?"

"You've never once said my name."

"Yes I have!" she protested.

"No," he came back. "no, you haven't." He thought back on all their times together and she cried out a lot of things but she never once said his name. He couldn't say why it suddenly bothered him but it did.

She stared at him but then gave his a hot look. "So? Make me cum and I will."

But this time it didn't work. He countered, "Say my name and I'll make you cum."

Rachel choked, all her excitement frustrated and denied, turned to anger. "No!"

(more to come)