The Best Student

After graduating and unable to find steady work, I tutored for a while at home in Exarcheia, teaching middle and high school students. I earned a bit of pocket money, though it was exhausting traveling all over Athens just to give lessons. One of my favorite students was Spyros. Seventeen years old, a quiet boy with very beautiful ideas, but a slight difficulty expressing them in writing. Every time, I’d leave him an essay topic to develop, and the next lesson we’d discuss what he’d written, what he could have written, how he might express it better, and so on.

It was shortly before exams began, and the weather had started to warm up. I rang the doorbell of his house a little before five, the time we had our lesson. His mother answered, we greeted each other, and I explained that since I hadn’t found parking I’d arrived early. She told me Spyros was in his room. After politely declining her offer of coffee (if I drank one coffee at every lesson, my nerves would be shredded), I walked toward the boy’s room and knocked on the door.

Instead of the usual “come in” I always heard—after all, I wasn’t some sour, centuries-old teacher, I was nearly thirty and very friendly with the kids—I heard a strange noise, a rustling, a muffled “yes?” and then, “come in, you’re early?” I opened the door, slightly curious, and saw him sitting at his desk, in front of his computer, flushed, shirtless, wearing only athletic shorts… shorts that failed to hide what had caused the delay in opening the door. The boy was aroused, and quite intensely! He was hunched over, pretending to read something, because if he lifted his head, his little cock would have cracked his nose against the waistband of his shorts! “Sorry, I couldn’t find parking,” I said, brushing it off. “Did I interrupt you?”

“No, no, I was just browsing the internet…” and probably not on some educational site, I thought to myself… “I just didn’t expect you so early and…”

I sat down opposite him, on the chair I always used. His little cockhead had made its appearance above the waistband of his shorts, but the boy either hadn’t noticed or couldn’t do anything about it—not with me sitting right in front of him, at least. It was strange: all this time I’d been tutoring him, I’d always found him sweet, we’d even discussed sex and relationships several times, but I’d never imagined this boy could be hiding something in his athletic shorts that would make my eyes unable to look away. Enough! I had to keep my composure! I looked elsewhere: at his face. “Did you finish the essay we discussed last time?” I asked. He handed me a notebook… Hairless chest, broad, masculine, beneath a boyish face… lower down I tried not to look… but as I lowered my eyes to his paper, I was once again face to face with that defiant little cockhead… and the bulge in the fabric below. I pretended to read. My pussy had started protesting at the scandalous sight, and my chair felt uncomfortable… I uncrossed and recrossed my legs… My thighs were sticking together from sweat beneath my skirt… Spyros’s eyes followed the movement of my legs, desperately trying to steal a glimpse… “It’s hot,” I said, unbuttoning two buttons of my blouse… the cleavage of my breasts and the beginning of my bra were clearly visible… I leaned toward him with the notebook, so close that my nipples almost brushed his nose… “First of all, it’s unacceptable to submit an essay with spelling mistakes,” I told him. “It makes a bad impression from the start, and we don’t want that.” I stood up from the chair, placed the notebook on the desk, and leaned over him again… “First impressions prepare us for what’s to come, remember that,” I added, enjoying his gaze lost in the curve of my breast. I stroked his head as I’d done many times before, and let my fingers linger a little longer in his soft hair. I felt him shiver.

“Let’s see what you wrote then.” I sat back down, lifting my skirt slightly and crossing my legs as high as I could. “Did you take a look at the books I recommended?” Spyros was staring at my thighs, his hands obediently crossed in front of him… specifically over the problematic spot that refused to settle down… “Uh… yes, not much…” he mumbled. I leaned back comfortably against the back of the chair and uncrossed my legs… Surely he could see exactly what I wanted him to see… “When you write,” I said, “you need to let yourself be free… let it say what it wants to say and do what it wants to do…” I heard his mother pass by outside, then her footsteps faded into the depths of the house. I heard a television turn on. I pulled my skirt up a little higher with the notebook… “I think I interrupted you,” I finally said. “And it’s good to finish what you start.” He had turned bright red, wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words, so to help him, I opened my legs so he could see between them, all the way to the point where the pink lace of my panties had started to dampen from my juices… Spyros’s hand moved to his aroused cock as if on its own. He began stroking himself awkwardly over the shorts… “Show me more,” he whispered through clenched teeth… I put two fingers in my mouth as if thinking, sucked them well, then slid them down to my pussy… “Proper expression is a very powerful weapon,” I said, pulling my panties aside and letting him enjoy the sight of my wet slit before pushing the two saliva-soaked fingers inside… “and being able to express accurately what you feel and think is even more powerful…” I pulled my fingers out again and put them back in my mouth… I tasted my juices and looked at him seriously… “Understood?”

“Mmm… yes…” poor Spyros mumbled, struggling to keep his cock inside the shorts, now openly stroking it over the fabric… I stood up and positioned myself directly in front of him… His mother considered the hours when her “child was studying” sacred and never interrupted, especially during lessons. I hoped I’d be lucky. I lifted my skirt and brought my pussy right up to his nose…

"Let yourself be free when you want to express yourself," I continued my lesson, as I pulled my skirt to one side to let him get a good look at my pussy lips that had become soaking wet... "Don't force it because the result won't be good," I added, looking meaningfully downwards.... Finally, Spyros pulled down the waistband of his shorts that hid what I so badly wanted to see and began to masturbate forcefully... I stroked my pussy in front of his face... "That's it, good... the ability to express yourself gives you freedom," I also put two fingers into my hole because I was about to burst, and I tried to keep my voice as steady and professional as possible... "and expressing yourself correctly is an art." I turned with my skirt lifted, bent over a little and pulled my skirt down... "You don't need to become a writer to learn how to handle language," I said as I lifted first one leg and then the other, offering him the sight of my ass at breathing distance, and I slipped out of my underwear which had started to become annoying.... I bent over a little more to grab the notebook I had left on the chair..... I could hear Spyros panting, trying to sound as little as possible... I sat on the chair with my legs wide open, opposite him, continuing my lesson relentlessly... "You had to write an essay on the French Revolution".. Spyros was playing with his cock, his eyes fixed on my pussy... "and how an oppressed group can be driven to extreme behaviors, isn't that right?"..... "y-y-yesss" the poor guy groaned, looking steadily downwards.... "Well, come here, let me show you something in your writing," I told him, beckoning him with my hand.. He looked at me as if lost.... "Come see exactly where you're making a mistake in your expression," I insisted... He got up somehow, with his shorts halfway down and his cock desperately slapping the air. I reached out and stroked him softly.. He vibrated in my palm... "Before you focus on your topic, you need to deal with something more general," I said, stroking his swollen balls.... "and from there gradually move on to your topic," I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to jerk him off, my lips five inches away from the bright red head, as if speaking into a microphone.... "to approach it and develop it in the best way." I couldn't hold back and took him into my mouth.... Spyros made two awkward thrusts back and forth, with enough force to almost choke me, and he came powerfully down my throat..... I had no other choice but to swallow, pull back a little, clear my voice and add, "finishing with strong conclusions that will stem from the analysis you have done"... I was seized by a cough. He was standing upright in front of me with his shorts halfway down, his cock still erect, looking at me with a lost expression, and as if he suddenly realized what had happened, he burst out laughing.... "Oh yes, finishing with strong conclusions," he said through his laughter. In the end, that laughter was liberating because it got us out of the awkward situation somehow. I stuffed my skirt into my bag, winked at him, and looked at my watch as he pulled his shorts back into place. "Well, since we started earlier, you're free earlier," I told him, pinching his cheek. "For next week, I want you to work on the topic of the internet and the opportunities and pitfalls it offers," I looked meaningfully at the computer "something I think you've studied..."

I moved towards the door and heard him say, "this doesn't compare to anything I've seen on the internet." I smiled, and went to inform his mother that the lesson was over..... or rather that her son had finished... something like that anyway.... because I practically ran out of the house, got into the car, placed my bag on my lap and masturbated in the driver's seat until I had to put something on the seat to be able to drive home.... I didn't go to my next lesson of the day – and I tutored Spyros right up to his entrance exams, which he did very well in, by the way!!!