Page 9 of Her Indecent Tutor
My phone buzzed. It was the group chat with my friends.
Willow: Where are you??
Phoebe: We’re thinking of going to that new dessert place tonight!
I typed back a response.
Tessa: Sorry. Tutoring with Ryan :(
Grace: You were with him yesterday!!
Tessa: I really need to pass this exam. Can’t afford to skip a session. Have fun though!
I imagined my friends’ reactions if I told them the truth.Sorry girls. I can’t get dessert with y’all because I’m going to my tutor’s place to lose my virginity.
A wave of nerves hit me. God, this was really happening.
Five minutes later, I arrived at the apartment complex. It was modern, with a nice lobby. I texted Ryan to let him know I’d arrived, and he came down to meet me.
“Hi,” he said, his hands in his pockets. Usually he was dressed in preppy clothes — thick dark jeans, wool sweaters — but today he wore navy sweatpants and a crew neck.
Suddenly, I felt overdressed. What was the point of wearing nice clothes when we were just going to take them off?
“Hi,” I replied.
He nodded at the elevators. “Come on.”
We stepped into the elevator, standing next to each other, and it was excruciating. “You live by yourself, right?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
That was reassuring. I didn’t want to have to awkwardly introduce myself to a roommate.
The elevator arrived on floor eighteen with a ding. Ryan led me down the hallway and unlocked his door. His apartment was clean, with big windows that showcased a gorgeous view of the sun setting over campus. Instead of a dining table, there was a long desk, covered with a stack of books. There was a door that led to what I assumed was his bedroom, but it was closed.
Ryan locked the front door, and I stood there, unsure what to do. Were we just going to go to his bedroom and do it?
“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked, walking into the kitchen.
“Water would be great. Thanks.”
He gave me a glass and I chugged it in ten seconds. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was. Nervousness had made my mouth dry.
“Let’s sit on the couch,” he said.
So I followed him onto the couch. It was soft like a cloud, and I sank into it.
He found the TV remote. “You want to watch something?”
“Huh?”
“Like a movie? What’s your favorite movie?”
“Why are we going to watch a movie?” I asked. “I thought I was here to have sex.”
“Watching a movie might relax you.”
“It won’t relax me,” I told him. The whole time I would be thinking, when are we going to have sex? I didn’t tell him that though.
