Unexpected Tutoring

“So you’re telling me if I don’t pass this Calculus exam you’re not going to let me go to Europe this summer? But that’s ridiculous, you already told me I could go. I already bought like 8 new bathing suits. I have been studying…I…no…it has nothing to do with the Cheerios…or glee. I’m just not good at math! This isn’t fair Mom! Fine. Whatever.”

Santana angrily shut her phone and slammed her palm against her locker. Her mother was such a bitch sometimes. So what if she was failing calculus? Who needs it anyway? Well she did if she still wanted to go to Europe with Brittany. There had to be someone she could pay to cheat for her. But she didn’t really have a lot of cash after all that shopping. Well, I guess I could try studying she thought. Mom will love that. Well, glee doesn’t start for another hour or so, might as well get a jump on things. Santana walked to the rehearsal room and took out her Calculus book. She opened to the current chapter and stared at the page.

“Why the fuck did I take Calculus?” she wondered aloud.

“That’s a good question. You never struck me as the type of girl to be interested in precise axioms or distribution theory”

Santana’s head snapped up to see Mike Chang, the other Asian, standing in the doorway leaning against the frame. He was cute. He didn’t say a whole lot, and Santana kind of liked that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t know anything about Calculus except that I’m failing it and its stopping me from going to Europe”

“I could help you if you want. I took Calc last year.”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing. You just seemed like you needed help. If you don’t want me to help you, I’ll leave” Mike turned to start walking away.

“No stop! I’m sorry. I’m just not used to people doing nice things for me without an agenda. I would really like it if you helped me”.
Mike walked over and sat down next to her. He took the book from her and started flipping through the pages.

“This is probably going to take a little while. Do you want to come over to my place tonight? My parents are visiting my sister this weekend, so they won’t bother us. And I have my notes from last year, they’ll probably help you.”

“Sure, thanks. That would be great.”

Later that night
Santana stood on the porch of Mike Chang’s house and rang the doorbell. A few moments later he answered the door, looking a little flushed.

“Sorry, I just got out of the shower. Come on upstairs.”

As he led Santana up the stairs, she couldn’t help looking at his ass. Sure he was wearing sweatpants, but she’d seen him in his tight jeans during rehearsals, and he had a great ass. He also looked pretty cute with his hair all wet and tousled. God Santana, get a grip. This is about studying, and math and...wow he has a really nice bed. I bet it would be really nice to push him down onto it, straddle him, and…

“So here are my notes. I take a lot of notes, but I’ll go over some of the highlights for you.”

Santana took the notes and tried to read them.

“I don’t understand any of this.”

“Then I guess we have a long night ahead of us. Alright. Come sit on the bed and I’ll show you what the basic points of limits are.”

Three hours later Santana stood up to stretch her legs. She’d been focusing on math for longer tonight than she had in probably her whole life, and It was painful. She leaned over to stretch one leg, and then the other, not noticing Mike watching her.
She is so beautiful, he thought. Her body is incredible, and watching her bend over like that…damn. Her legs are amazing…I wonder what they would be like wrapped around me. Stop it Mike! She’s here for math, not for you. But she could be here for you if you were to…

“How did you get so good at math?” Santana asked, interrupting his reverie.

“Huh? Uh…I don’t know really. I’ve just always been good at it. I want to be a doctor, so it helps to be good at math.”

Santana sat down next to him. He really was cute, and smart. And he wanted to be a doctor. Something must be wrong with this guy. She figured she would just ask.

“So you’re really smart, and a good dancer. And you’re cute. So what’s wrong with you?”

“Interesting question. Plenty of things. Believe me, I’m not perfect.”

“You seem kind of perfect. Are you gay?”

Mike laughed, “No, definitely not gay.”

“Are you sure?”
“Positive”
“Well, I just want to make sure then.”

Santana placed a hand on his chest and kissed him. She pulled back and took off his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, and began pushing him back on the bed. Mike met her eyes and pressed his lips against hers. They lay back on the bed, making out for several minutes. Santana placed one of his hands on her ass, and ground her pussy into his growing erection. Mike let out a little groan at the contact. Santana stopped and sat up. Smiling at his she took off her shirt and then skirt. Mike waited in anticipation as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Mike looked at her perfect breasts for a moment, and then sat up. He kissed her again, and then took control and pushed her back against the pillows. Santana wasn't used to not being in control, but she felt comfortable letting Mike have the reins. She felt him rubbing her through her panties and she started getting wet. He began pinching her nipples, and then licking them. She moaned as he sucked on her nipples while still rubbing her mound through her underwear. Mike moved down in between her legs, and started to lick her pussy. Santana enjoyed few things more than being eaten out, and Mike was good at it. He ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit, enjoying her taste. Santana tangled her hands in his hair and writhed underneath him. Mike swirled his tongue over her clit and she cried out.

“Oh god. Mike, that feels so good. Ah!”

Mike took this as encouragement to keep up what he what he was doing. He spread her legs a little wider and slid a finger into her vagina. He placed his other hand on her lower stomach and used his thumb to rub her clit. He slid another finger into her and began fucking her faster. She groaned at the added penetration.

“Ungh. So fucking good. Miiike.”

Mike could tell that she was getting close and sped up his fingering. He licked her clit in short movements and then hovered for a second. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she bucked at sensation. Santana felt herself explode all over Mike’s fingers and tongue and she screamed his name.

“Mike. MIKE!”

Mike sat still for a few moments and then sat up. He looked at Santana laying on his bed, naked and panting. Her eyes were shut and her hair was a mess. She looked gorgeous. She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her. He licked her juice off his fingers and lay down next to her. She rolled over to look at him.

“Damn boy. You really are good at everything.”

“Not everything. I’m really bad at golf.”

Santana laughed. She kissed him and pushed him onto his back. She reached down and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants. She pulled them down to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Commando huh? Were you expecting something?”

“No. I just got out of the shower and you…”

Santana put her finger to his lips. “It’s fine. It’s better this way”

She pulled his pants down the rest of the way and took his cock in her hands. She gently started stroking it and cupping his balls. She ran her thumb over the head of his penis and rubbed the drop of precum that was on its tip across the head. She flicked her tongue back and forth across the tip before taking him into her mouth. Mike tried to think about something else but all he could focus on was her mouth, and her lips on his cock.

“Santana. Shit. You’re… ugh…fuck. Suck me baby.”

Santana enjoyed his dirty talk and felt herself getting more turned on. She reached on hand between her legs and started fingering herself. Her own moans vibrated on his dick and Mike groaned. He looked down and saw her playing with herself while sucking him off. He thought he’d blow his load right there. Instead he pulled her mouth off his dick and kissed her.

“So you like sucking my cock? I saw you playing with yourself. Fingering your clit. Did blowing me get you very hot?”

Mike slid his hand between her legs and felt her hot wetness. He plunged a finger into her slick folds, and then another. She arched into him.

“Damn. You’re so wet. I want to…”
Mike paused, not knowing whether to continue. He didn’t want her to think he was being too forward. But her she was sopping wet, fucking herself on his fingers, and all he wanted to was…

“Fuck me.”
“What?”
“Fuck me. Please Mike. I need your cock.”

Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top of her. He paused and looked at her making sure it was ok. She took his cock and guided it to her pussy, running it up and down her slit. Mike pushed himself into her, and she let out a cry of pleasure. He began pumping into her. He pulled himself out leaving only the tip inside her, and pushed back in at painfully slow pace.

“Ugh. Don’t tease me baby. Please just fuck me.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.”

Mike pushed himself fully into her and began thrusting again. This time faster. Santana wrapped her legs around him moaning in approval of the pace change. Her moans were such a turn on, and he felt himself getting close again. He couldn’t let himself blow it before she finished. He pulled out and Santana let out a cry of protest. He smiled at her.

“Patience. You’ll like this, I promise. Get on all fours.”

Santana did as she was told and got on all fours. Mike admired her beautiful ass for a second, and then leaned over. He kissed both of her cheeks, and gently circled her asshole with his finger. Santana squirmed. She’d never had anyone do that before. He wasn’t going to? Mike spread her a little bit and licked her puckered hole. He slid a finger into her pussy and started pumping. She was absolutely drenched.

“Mike. OH GOD. That’s..fuck.”

He tongued her asshole and fingered her for a few more minutes before stopping. Santana moaned her objection again but was relieved when Mike slid his hard dick inside of her again. She loved doggy style, and all she wanted at that point was for Mike’s cock to fuck her senseless. He fucked her harder than he had before and reached one hand forward to play with her tits. He rolled them between his fingers and then pinched them. Santana moaned at the bit of roughness.

“Ungh. That’s it. Pinch them. Ugh. Fuck me harder Mike.”

Mike did as she said and pushed into her harder, keeping a firm grip on her ass. He spanked her ass lightly. And then harder. Santana squealed with pleasure. He spanked her again.

“You like that? You like when I spank you? Baby you feel so good on my cock. So wet and hot. I could fuck you forever”

“Fuck Mike! I love it hard. Make me cum.”
“Beg for it.”
“MIKE! Please make me cum. Fuck me like a slut. Spank me like a whore.”

Mike spanked her again. He started fucking her harder and faster. He began to feel her starting to shake. He knew she was close. He reached a hand between her legs and pinched her clit. She screamed his name as she came.

“ OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD! MIKE! Fuck! Ungh”

He continued thrusting into her and felt her pulsing around his cock. He felt himself getting close and he pulled out and came on her back with a groan.
“FUCK. Santana!”

Mike grabbed a t-shirt off his floor and cleaned off Santana’s back. He threw it to the floor and lay down next to her. He propped himself up on one hand.

“Sorry about your back”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t have to be sorry for anything. That was amazing. That was literally the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Wow. Thank you. But for the record, I don’t really think you’re a slut.”

“You don’t?”
“No. I think you’re a beautiful girl, who is talented and intelligent…and very good in bed”

“Hmmm. Well I’m not good at Calculus.”

“I’m glad. Otherwise you never would have come here.”
Mike put his arm out and put it around Santana. He pulled her into his chest and kissed the top of her head.

“Do you want to stay here tonight? I promise I’ll talk Calculus to you.”
Santana smiled and nuzzled her head into his chest.
“Ok. As long as you promise to talk dirty to me as well”
Mike laughed. “Deal”