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The Tutor

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Chapter 8 of 9

Sleepover

"Hey, sleep on the floor for tonight." Alex says, fixing her blanket, as Jake sat on the floor, next to Alex's bed, before Alex threw her jeans that landed on Jake's face and head.

"No peeking. Let me change for a bit." Jake could hear rustling of clothes as Alex finished changing, and getting ready for bed. Alex flopped on her bed, taking the jeans she had thrown on top of Jake's head, before he was greeted to Alex squishing her naked boobies at the edge of her bed, as she's looking down at Jake. Her arms are crossed and beneath her boobs while her cross necklace rests on the side of the bed, still hanging from her graceful long neck.

"Where's your shirt?" Jake asked, before slowly gazing down to where her cross rested.

"Hm? It's right here." Alex shifted her body, then grabbed her shirt, swinging it on her finger, before throwing it at Jake's direction.

"I saw the whole thing earlier. Sniff it again. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." Alex says, laying back down on her boobies again, with a smile on her face. Jake looked at her, before carefully sniffing her tank top shirt. It smelled like the one she wore earlier, that he had "ruined" with his ejaculation earlier in the school library. And with a little bit of hint of soap she had used when she showered before the day's 'date'.

"Here's that grenade necklace you were sniffing at that surplus store also." Alex says, handing him the necklace she had stuck inside her belly button. The grenade's crevasses were filled with yet even more dead skin fibers and dirt as she had it stuck inside her belly button, and the new chain had already shown signs of weathering, as the chain that rested beneath her shirt took on a graying color.

Alex rolled over on her back, still covering her breasts with her blanket, while Jake was still clutching onto Alex's shirt, which looked too small for him to try on anyway. Much too small, even though he could still smell her scent on the black spaghetti strap tank top.

"Hey, you asleep yet?" Alex asked, looking up at the ceiling, as the light was still on in her room.

"What's up?" Jake asked, hugging the shirt still on his chest.

"Are you still thinking about my neck?"

"Sure do."

"Why?" Jake gave it some thought. Sure, she's got a really nice neck, and her neck was much longer than some of the girls before she came to his school. And before she transferred to his school, he showed no interest in girls necks whatsoever, or even them wearing necklaces under their shirts, as most of them simply wore short chains that nearly wrapped the base of their necks, and those would either go under and out of their shirts.

Until Alex transferred, all that changed...

"I'm still waiting."

"I like it. I've never seen one like yours-I mean, there's other girls..."

"So, why not like theirs."

"Yours is so much better than theirs."

"Really? I never thought of my neck like that before."

"Yours is hot. It's long, has some good lines in them. That apple. I wish I could press it in."

"Sorry. I don't like to be choked. But thanks for the compliment."

"I know. And I'm sorry back there."

"Hey, it's cool. But, you're still weird, you know that, right?"

"How?"

"Your weird fetish for necks."

"I never had that before."

"Until I transferred over. And I saw you from across the lunch room."

"Really? You can see that far?"

"I have good eyes."

"No wonder you're so smart."

"Watch it, bub. But to be honest, I was never smart to begin with. I was this dumb kid that kept getting "F's" not too long ago."

"Really? I thought you were the smartest girl when you transferred."

"Nope. I never knew how to do Algebra back in freshman. I kept failing that class so much, I was held back one grade. And believe it or not, that's around the same time I decided to become a girl, when no one took me seriously as a boy before. I looked too much like a girl anyway, so I decided to become one anyway."

"That's a good story. I really like you as a girl anyway. Girls have longer necks, and theirs curves outward. But you, have the upper advantage of having an Adam's apple that sticks out."

"True, but besides, boys have longer, sexy necks anyway." Alex says, hands clasped over her chest, and still having her blanket covering her nipples, while half her boob peeked over the blanket. Jake got up from the floor, so he could turn off the ceiling light, bathing the entire bedroom in nearly darkness. Only the nearby neighborhood and the downtown office lights filtered through the curtains of Alex's bedroom.

"Thanks, that's so much better now." Alex says, removing her blanket, so her breasts were now visible as her blankets were wrapped over her stomach. Jake was already beginning to feel sleepy, but tried his best to stay awake for as long as possible. 

"What else do you want to talk about?" Jake asked, hands under his head and at the same time, trying his best to stay awake.

"I don't think I have anymore. Are you rubbing yourself down there?"

"Maybe."

"I can hear you down there, you know. By the sound of the blankets rubbing, and you're still in my skinny jeans."

"Are you some sort of bionic girl or something? You can hear that?"

"Ew! Shut up. And yes, I know what bionic girl is." Alex says, in her sassiest voice she can give. "Since I can hear you rub yourself down there, I have something to show you."

"You in a t shirt?"

"Probably."

"Yes!' Jake says to himself, but not before if Alex heard him say it, as if though he said out loud. But luckily, Alex didn't hear, as she stirred in her bed, and Jake on the floor. Soon, both went to sleep, with Alex's blanket still covering her abdomen, and Jake, hugging Alex's shirt on his chest.

Jake had a wonderful dream of Alex, whose wearing a t shirt with one shoulder exposed, and part of her underarm gap exposed from the top of her shirt neck line, the tank top strap was visible that's resting on her collar bone, her elongated neck with neck lines that were visible while her Adam's apple bobbed up and down, her long dark brown hair was billowing in the gentle breeze and framing her petite face, and the best part of his dream was seeing her necklace that's tucked under the layers of her t shirt and tank top as they're strolling about in some nondescript location in his dream.


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