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Linda is not just your average pretty girl. She’s stunning. Always with a smile on her face, a charming personality and a determination to succeed. She’s 5 ft 8, jet black hair and the bluest set of eyes I’ve ever seen on anyone. She has 36DD breasts a gawd awesome fanny with long tapering legs that seems to go on forever. She’s also an avid swimmer giving her a well toned body. The package was simply irresistible.
I’ve never really spoken to her more than once or twice. I never really gave myself much chance in landing such a classic lady. Did I mention that her parents are stinkingly rich?
Anyway she slipped me a note saying she’d like to see me after lectures that day and would I please wait for her?
I saw her coming a little after 1600. I’ve been waiting for less than ten minutes when she approached. The moment I saw her, my eyes went to her racks. They were simply captivating.
“Hi, Steve."
“Hi, Linda, you said you wanted to see me.”
“Yea, I really need your help with something.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
I can’t really think of anything she might need my help on.
“Its group accounting," she said with a frown. “I’ve been having problem with it all along but I can’t seem to be doing so well again.”
Now group accounting is simple if you have the flair for it or you could get someone who really understands it to break it down for you. But it seems the flair is not that common and people are often too egocentric to ask for help.
“So, what do you want me to do?” I asked dumbly.
“Well, I was hoping you’d be able to make time to tutor me, y’know, before the exams in three weeks. I really need to pass the course really well if I’m to graduate with a good grade. Pleeeaase?”
The way she asked, there was only one answer I could give and I nodded my assent. We decided on two hours every three days at her apartment as she lives alone. She gave me her address and I told her I’d see her the following day.
I was at her house the following day as promised and the tutorial session was going well except I kept distracted by her boobs. They were almost spilling out of the halter top she wore. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off them. She must have caught me more than once staring.
“You could have them, y’know," her voice jolted me out of my daydream.
“What?”
“My boobs, you’ve been at ‘em all day.”
“Sorry," I quipped, “it's just that they are really hard to ignore.”
She laughed and said, “I know they are hard to miss, and the halter top doesn't make it easier, does it?”
“It most definitely doesn’t.”
She stared at me a while then said, “Let’s make a deal."
“A deal?” I repeated.