MY Twisted Little Hobby! - Sex Stories

MY Twisted Little Hobby!

... that couldn't care less. The next is a bit more of a challenge as she appears to be sort of a Goth type, but doesn't have the attitude. Wants to be the cool, disaffected loner type, but doesn't have the guts to go for it. All three have great potential. I just have to decide which one I really want to get naked with and set my plan in motion. I settled on Evie, the plain jane type. She had my class last, which made it very easy to befriend her. She was the last to get up and leave, making it incredibly easy. "Evie? Have you got a few minutes?" "Sure. Uh, what's up?" she asked shyly. I gave her a big smile. "Oh, nothing serious, just wanted to see how you like the class so far, and how you think you're doing, stuff like that." She looked thrilled that I even asked. Perfect! "Well, I love the class, you're a great teacher, you make it, uh, fun somehow." "Good to hear, but how do you think you're doing so far?" She looked downcast. "Well, I like the class just fine, but I don't know. Algebra isn't easy for me. Sometimes I get sort of…lost in it?" I gave her my best big smile. "Well, if you ever need any help, just ask. I do plenty of tutoring after classes. I'd be thrilled to sit down with you and help you if you need it. I love to help my students do their best!" She looked amazed. "Really?" "Really! Just let me know, and we'll set up a session." "C-c-could we set one up now?" she stammered. "Certainly! I have none going right now due to the school year being so new, so any ...

... day of the week works for me." "Um, would tomorrow work?" "Of course, dear. I have a few things to do right after class, but we can meet up at 4:30?" "Uh, yeah, that would be great. Meet you here?" "No, sweetie, meet me at my office. I'll give you the address." I wrote it down for her and gave her directions and she was happy as could be. She showed some brains in class, but she obviously had no street smarts or any idea what a conniving bitch I was! The next afternoon, she showed up at my secluded studio and I got right to work. Oh, yes, I'd also gotten out of my rather plain attire that I wear to class and gotten into a pair of short shorts that showed my legs off to their best advantage. I also had a barely there tank top on. I keep in very good shape, and I'd see if she noticed my different look. She did. "Your place is nice, and uh, wow, you look so different than you do in class." I smiled. "I hope that's a compliment, then." She looked guilty. "Um, well, yes, I guess in class you have to follow rules as far as wearing, um, stuff that, uh, looks kind of…um, pretty. Or sexy." This girl was going to be sooo easy. "Well, gosh, thanks! I try to look my best. You look really nice, too!" She blushed immediately. I'd bet no one had ever complimented her before. We went through the basic help she needed, and then we started talking. I was right, no mother, and a barely there father conspired to keep her woefully uneducated as far as being cool, stylish or sexy. We even got into ...