Tutoring Amy - Sex Stories

Tutoring Amy

... she’d left on the side of the tub, she discovered that it was just after ten in the morning. Amy would be here in less than three hours. Victoria climbed out of the tub and dried herself off, all the while her heart pounding furiously and her stomach tying itself in knots. Is there any possibility that Amy could’ve seen me leaving this morning? Victoria wondered. Or worse yet, heard her mother and I? Victoria dressed very casually for the Saturday sessions; usually in a comfy pair of jeans and T-shirt with her hair blown out and draping down over her sexy shoulders to the middle of her back. Amy was always complimenting Victoria on how gorgeous her hair was and Victoria even let Amy fiddle with it from time to time. It made the girl so happy. And in truth, it made Victoria happy too. It was so important for Amy to feel as comfortable and as much at ease as possible. One o’clock came and went with no Amy. Two o’clock came and went with still no Amy, so Victoria sent her a text. By two-thirty, Victoria had received no reply. Three o’clock came and went and still nothing. Victoria tried to call and her call went immediately to voicemail. She left a message. Four o’clock, five o’clock, six o’clock and still no sign or word from Amy. Victoria was beginning to panic. Not so much over the possibility of Amy knowing what had happened, but if she was indeed okay. What if she’d been in an accident or something terrible of that nature? At six-fifteen, the doorbell rang. Victoria was ...

... pacing around her living room so deep in thought, sick with worry and fighting back tears that the ringing bell scared her out of her wits. She charged to the door and flung it open. Oh, the relief that washed over her and through her like a tsunami to find Amy standing there. But the relief almost immediately vanished as Victoria looked at Amy’s face. The girl looked absolutely heartbroken. Victoria didn’t know what to say or what to do. She stood motionless and silent as Amy’s tear filled yet icy stare literally burrowed into her bones. “Amy,” Victoria finally spoke. “Honey, are you okay? I’ve been so worried about you.” With her eyes puffy and bloodshot, Amy slapped Victoria across the face, knocking her glasses off. Amy then shoved Victoria with all her might and knocked her to the floor. “You fucking whore!!!” Amy shrieked. “How could you do that to me?” Amy then burst into uncontrollable sobs, turned on her heels and ran away. Victoria got to her feet and ran after her. “Amy,” Victoria called out as she chased after her. “Darling, please come back! We need to talk about this. Honey, please don’t go!” But it was too late for Amy was already across the street and disappearing around the corner. Victoria immediately raced back into her house, snatched up her purse and headed for the garage. The daylight was fading quickly and thunderstorms were predicted for the evening and overnight hours. Barely clearing the still opening garage door as she backed her Grand Cherokee out of ...