A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2) - Sex Stories

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2)

... failing and if you fail this class you'll have to repeat it next year, you don't want to be in here with me again do you?" He asks casually while smiling slightly. "No." Emmy shakes her head. "I mean, no offense, ha ha." She forces a cute laugh while playing with her hair and crossing her right leg over her left in a standard feminine position. "None taken." He chuckles. "But this is serious, Emmy. I don't want to see you fail. I know you can do better. Half the time you're not even here." Mr. Butler continues in a more serious tone. "I know you're better than this, what's going on?" "I know, I know. I'm sorry, Mr. Butler." Emmy thinks of something to say. "Don't be sorry for me, this is your future on the line." He cuts her off. "Yeah, I know... And I know I've been cutting class a lot lately. I promise I won't do it anymore and I promise I'll study more." She pleads pitifully. "Listen, I like you a lot, Emmy. I know you're better than this which is why I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt." He continues as his right hand leaves the top of the desk and goes to down to his crotch. "Are you having any trouble with the work?" He inquires curiously while looking at her face and rubbing his crotch, though she can't see it. "Umm... A little, yeah." She goes back to playing with her hair, her head tilted slightly. "Well, that's okay. Starting Monday, how about you stop by either at lunch or after school for a few minutes and I'll personally tutor you. If you do that ...

... and show up for class then I won't fail you no matter what." He gulps as he feels his cock twitch in his pants while looking at her. "Okay." She smiles widely. "I promise." "Great." He smiles. "Looking forward to it." Mr. Butler continues to pinch and rub his stiffening cock. "Thanks, Mr. Butler." Emmy smiles as she stands up and heads for the door. He stares at her little, tight teen ass as she walks away. "Bye!" She smiles a little flirtatiously back to him before leaving. Emmy rolls her eyes as she leaves and begin to walk down the empty hall. Mr. Butler follows behind. As her high heel boots click on the floor she's suddenly alerted by a hand on her shoulder from behind. She turns around, somewhat startled. "Hey, Emmy." A familiar voice says. "Hey, Derek." She smiles a little. Another hand grabs her other shoulder and she turns around to face whoever it is. "Hey, Tyler." "Hey, slut." Tyler chuckles casually as Derek's hand leaves her left shoulder and Tyler's is now on her right. She rolls her eyes and groans a little. "Hey, you didn't have any problem with being called a slut last weekend." He smirks arrogantly down at her as he puts his arm around her. Emmy folds her arms as he begins to hold her close. Derek chuckles as he looks her up and down, "you're so fuckin' hot." He says as he bites his lip a little. Emmy looks at him from the corner of her eyes, playfully rolling them. Derek and Tyler are senior-year jocks on the football team. Above average in height, fit, and ...