The Tutor: Deciphering The Code [M21/F42] [Age Gap] [Mature Female] [Young Male] [Interracial] [Flirting] [Busty]

Chapter One: Deciphering The Code

I had to look it over again. I may have made a mistake or not done the calculations correctly.

I looked over everything again, making sure I did everything correctly.

I had been failing my classes, and I knew that if I continued to fail, my parents would not keep paying for my tuition, and worse yet, I would be thrown off the team.

I was the star player on my college basketball team, and I knew that if I kept it up, I would be eligible to start in the NBA. However, I couldn't concentrate on my classes, so my coach set me up with his wife, a private tutor.

She was very good and had me excelling in most of my classes except math, but that all changed when she realized that she needed to make it exciting for me, a challenge that I had to overcome.

I loved challenging myself and my abilities; that was what made me good on the court.

Vanessa came up with a secret code that made me do math; when I deciphered it, I got my answers, and it worked. I was doing well in math again.

This last code was a brain teaser, and I was sure Vanessa had made a mistake because things weren’t adding up. Then it hit me: It wasn't part of the test; it was something else.

I looked it over again, and sure enough, some extra letters and numbers didn't belong. Setting them aside and removing them from the equation helped me finish the test easily.

"So, what does this mean?" I asked myself.

I sat up most of the night looking them over, and it wasn't until the early morning after handing in my test that I figured it out. When I changed the numbers into letters, the whole thing became a website address, a username, and a password.

I typed in the address and found myself on an erotica website. "No way," I said, looking around the library, making sure no one was looking at my laptop.

I decided to close it up and do this investigation in the privacy of my dorm.

The moment my roommate left, I cracked open my laptop and looked at the website Vanessa had given me.

It was definitely erotica writing, with images and pictures. I entered the username and password, set up a profile for myself, then went to the profile in the code.

'Is this Vanessa's writing?' I thought as I saw a profile.

It only showed a picture of cleavage, no face, no name, just a username, which didn't give her away. 'Maybe it's someone she follows,' I thought as I finished reading the first story.

It was about a housewife and her husband having sex while the kids were away; it was pretty plain; other than a few raunchy scenes, it was nothing big. I had read a lot of different sex stories.

The next story was again about the same housewife, but this time, there was more to it. There was a description. It definitely fit Vanessa's description: a big woman, thick all over, with a big stomach, thick thighs, and long brown hair.

It also started to get a bit darker, painting a picture of the husband not being happy with his wife's body. This story ended with the two having sex in the dark and the wife seeming unsatisfied.

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"Everything okay?" Coach Daniel asked.

"Yeah, why?" I asked as I got dressed in the locker room.

"You seem a bit distant today," Daniel said. "Like you were mad at me or something?"

"No, not at all coach," I smiled. "Trying to focus on the game more, and my grades, that's all. Just like your wife has been showing me."

"Yeah, that Vanessa can surely focus," Daniel said, rubbing his head. "Wish she would focus more on other things."

"Like what, coach?" I turned from my locker to face him.

"Nothing, just personal stuff," Daniel smiled. "Big game coming, hope you keep that focus up!"

"Sure will," I said as Daniel left. 'Asshole!' I mumbled.

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I went back to my dorm and read two more stories. It focused on the husband wanting the wife to lock in, focus on losing weight, and please him. While he didn't pay attention to her needs, she found a website for stories, and that's when things got interesting.

The next two stories were about the housewife cheating on her husband.

"Go Vanessa!" I grinned.

"Who?" my roommate asked.

"Nothing, just reading," I responded.

"This tutor got you reading now, I am impressed!" my roommate said.

'Not as impressed as I am about this story!' I thought.

Vanessa was cheating with the neighbor, a tall, muscular white man; she had just sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, moments before her husband came home. Vanessa kissed her husband with the same mouth that had been wrapped around the neighbor's cock.

"Now we are talking!" I smiled.

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The game came along, and I was on fire. I couldn't be stopped, either on offense or defense.

I looked in the crowd and saw Vanessa with the kids, cheering us on.

I had never sexually looked at Vanessa, but after reading her stories, I couldn't help myself from looking at those thick thighs and her waist. As she stood next to Daniel after the game and walked toward their vehicle, I couldn't stop myself from staring at her large ass as it went from side to side.

I had never been into big women. My usual type was the cheerleaders that came to our game.

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"What got into you tonight?" Lyssa asked as she got dressed.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I pulled my pants up.

"I mean that’s the first time you made me orgasm, usually it’s all about you, and how hard you can fuck me, but tonight was different," Lyssa grinned.

"Should I go back to just fucking?" I asked.

"No, please, no, continue on this path, and we might be more than just friends with benefits," Lyssa winked. "I've got to go; Charles will be waiting up for me."

I didn't care about her loser boyfriend. Lyssa and I had been fuck buddies long before he came along, and that's all it was between us, just fucking.

After Lyssa left, I opened my laptop and started on Vanessa's next story.