Teenage Girls Secret Crush on Tutor Exposed in a Night of Intimacy and Self-Discovery

5_Arrival of Awiti (MF, mF?, barely legal, voy/exhib, oral, rom)

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I should emphasize, while the intended to have Awiti's birthday party from 3p.m. 23 September to 9a.m. the following day... external events forced them to push it back 24 hours (thus she it began 24 September 2005; Awiti was born in Rwanda on the Vernal Equinox of 1987). Reminder: Rwanda is in the Southern Hemisphere and thus Spring starts in September.
In other words: Awiti has already turned 18 when her 18th birthday celebration begins.

PS: I would love comments on this story, but spammers have abused the anonymous comments privilege. PM me comments, please.

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Joe needed money to afford an apartment as no one he could trust wanted to share one. He hired himself out as a tutor for “mathematics (Multivariable Calculus, Trig, and anything simpler), programming (tracking down logic errors is a specialty of mine) and physical sciences (Inorganic Chemistry, Physics, Geology and similar [as long as they don't with biology]).” Joe explained his ‘new small business’ with his two favorite professors: Brenda Jackson and Nick Sabin (by now an engaged-to-be-married couple). Both had sons who graduated high school and signed with university athletic programs out of state. Harvey Sabin was getting limited playing time on an out of state university football team, while Arthur played the other football (Soccer) at Wake Forest. They also had high school teammates on the baseball and football teams at the university (the one at which Joe studied and each man's surviving parent taught).

Joe was focused on the early days of the new semester and all but oblivious to the huge hurricane whose image taken by satellite practically covered all of the Gulf of Mexico. Joe was surprised when the school announcements for Thursday (25 August) suggested heading home if one could and if one couldn’t, they’ll have hurricane shelters on campus for students only (not family of students). Fall semester normally began between 10 and 20 August and ended before 15 December (this fall semester fell into that typical pattern). Joe moved his car to a Friend’s apartment across the street from campus and parked it between two buildings and between two Chevy Suburbans. Joe spent the evening of the 28th with his friend (and all girl’s team all star) Unique and a few of her girlfriends (but no one else in that apartment was homosexual).

Joe was the only non-black person and the only one with a Y-chromosome in the apartment. Joe got to use the sleeping bag while Unique and two friends shared her queen bed. June and Anita (these were fraternal twin sisters) did paper rock scissors for the two recliners and the loser was the one who’ll get a face full of sun first thing in the morning. Within 5 minutes of the only bedroom door closing, giggling was heard and Awiti slid out of bed walked on cat’s feet to the door. Unique said, “Aw sista, you don’t need to be like dat.”

Awiti whispered, “I love everyone here, okay every woman here, but that’s only because he’s a stranger.”

“But come back to bed.” Unique protested.

“I’m a straight girl.”

“Unique, don’t force her... remember I’ll only do a 3 way if all consent, if not, I’m gonna have to take my cue form an old school woman’s libber.” Ebony (Unique’s galpal) wasn’t going to brook Unique pressuring Awiti.

“Who, Susan Ant’ony?” Awiti asked.

“No, Lysistrata.”

“Oh?” Awiti smiled broadly (she loved Lysistrata’s attitude). Unique had never heard anything about that play or its title character.

“Awiti, why do you only date white boys?” Unique changed the subject.

“First, I date men and I’ve dated Lincoln.”

“What, that guy’s nerdier than Urkel! and he’s 4 month younger than your 17 year old ass. I’m talking about dating someone that doesn’t make people question your sanity.”

“I know what you’re implying and you’re right. That only matches two-thirds of the white guys I’ve fucked.” Awiti wanted to end the conversation then and there but felt the need to end it on a more positive note (these were friends of hers after all), “Have fun, I hope you leave good tastes in each others’ mouths.”

Awiti exited the bedroom and looked down at Joe.

Joe smiled at her, “Unique just offered you a tryout for the all-girl’s team, Aalyah?”

Awiti nodded, “Why are you there?” She decided to correct him on her name later.

“Because I’m too tall for the couch.”

June bitched, “If you two are going to talk use sign language or put your phones on silent and text each other.”

“Awiti, would you like to go on the balcony and talk?” He believed he got her name right one out of two times.

“Yes.”

Anita growled, “Close enough, fuck him too if you want, but only outside.”

“Please don’t lock the door. We’ll be just past the door.”

“Fine... be too quiet for us to hear.”

They both walked out in bare feet and Joe gently and partially closed the door (he closed it enough to push the deadbolt was pushed into the frame (not the void it was designed to go into), and thus not far enough to need to turn the doorknob to reopen it). Joe said, “I forgot how your name is pronounced, did I guess right?”

Joe looked down at Awiti her 4’ 7” frame, under 75 pound body and small breasts made him feel a bit like a child molester talking to her. Truth be known, she looked younger than her age (17 years, 11+ months), but she’d turn 18 in late September.

“Yes, but only second time... Joey?”

“Close, Josephus Jefferson, just call me Joe.”

“Joesephus?”

“Is spelled like Joseph with a U-S tacked on

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