The Tutor
Callista Walsh sat at the table in a quiet corner of the library, far from the children’s section and computer lab, bouncing the eraser of her pencil off of her book. Her tutor was already twenty minutes late for what was only supposed to be an hour and a half long lesson. And Callista totally had things to do today beyond just sit around and wait. Tutoring was supposed to last from 9:30-11:00, at 11:30 she was going to meet her boyfriend near the mall for lunch, at 1:00 she was going to go to the mall with some of her friends, at 5:00 she was going to get dinner with her dad, and at 8:00 p. m. she was going to baby sit for Ms. Gupta. This bullshit was like seriously throwing off her entire day.
Hell, she wouldn’t even be here in the first place if her mother was a complete psycho. Callista got really good grades, like all A’s with an occasional B in math. She totally did not need to get tutoring to take some stupid test. She was going to nail the ACT and there was nothing that any tutor was going to do to increase or decrease her odds. Besides, she’d already been offered a partial scholarship to Morehouse College in Atlanta, maybe the best Historically Black College in America, and she’d already spoken with the cheerleading coach about tryouts. She was essentially in.
What was her mother’s problem? She knew that some people judged her for the way she dressed and acted. She was a total ditz and she like totally knew it. And she dressed sexy. But she was sexy. She was 5’3 and around 120lbs. She had long, straightened black hair, deep brown eyes that were wide and innocent. Her nose was small, a gentle curve and her lips were thick and luscious. Her breasts were the perfect size for a cheerleader, her body taut, her ass round and full, and her legs slim and sexy. She liked to wear short skirts, tight tops, and no bra (unless she was cheering). So she could like totally see why other people would think she was a goof or something, but why her mom? She’d never done anything wrong in her life. Hell, she had been a virgin until her 18th birthday, keeping the captain of the football team waiting for her for 8 months until she was ready.
Callista shifted uncomfortably in her seat, being careful that the current short skirt she was wearing, a little pink tartan-pleated number, didn’t ride up too far on her hips. She looked down at her B-Cup breasts tightly concealed under a tight white t-shirt, her dark nipples hardened and almost visible through the fabric and sighed. She slipped a little yellow cardigan over her shoulders and covered herself up. Best not to give anyone more ammunition to doubt her than they already had.
It might not be so bad, you know, sitting here in the library waiting, if her usual study buddy was there. Callista supposed her illustrious tutor didn’t find in financially viable to tutor one student at a time. So Callista would usually get her lessons in stuff that she already knows with another girl from her school, Megan McLain. They weren’t like friends, really. They weren’t enemies, more like acquaintances. But they ran in different circles and it seemed that Megan really needed these classes, even if Callista did not. But at least there would be someone to talk to you know?
Callista looked at her watch again. She sighed deeply. Twenty-five minutes of her life was completely gone and it wasn’t ever going to go back. But she knew that if she didn’t wait at least half an hour that her mother would never let her hear the end of it. She’d have to hear about the various perils of quitting, the disappointment she’d sew in the lives of friends and family, and the embarrassment she’d cause. Callista might’ve been hot shit at school, but at home she knew who the boss was. So she flipped through her book for a few more minutes, pretending she was interested.
Finally, when she was very nearly finished with waiting, she looked up and was totally pissed to see Krista walking into the back of the library. She was carrying her books and looked a little bit rushed, but that made sense since she was late. Her short brown hair was disheveled and was not dressed like usual. Callista definitely thought that Krista was pretty, there is no doubt about that. But she usually dressed super conservative, like long black pants and thick, baggy white sweaters. But even though it was cold outside, Krista was dressed in a more playful fashion. She was wearing a pair of skin tight blue running shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass. She must’ve been codl! She was wearing a pair of furry brown boots with them that almost didn’t work, but somehow did. And she had on tight zip-up hooded sweatshirt with no bra. On top of all that, it looked like she was wearing a little bit of make-up (some tasteful lipstick and maybe ever some eyeliner). For the first time ever Callista saw that Krista didn’t just have some potential, she was like totally cute!
Krista looked around the librarian for a minute, which was strange because the girls studied at the same place every time. For a minute Callista thought it was joke, but then she saw Krista looking annoyed. Callista started to wonder if maybe Krista was sick or something. But she just put up her hand and waved. After a moment, Krista looked over, visibly relieved, and then walked over.
“Sorry I am late,” Krista said flustered, “I had a guest over last night… a friend from college.” It sounded strange when she said that.
“Oh?” Callista said.
“Yeah,” Krista replied, “And she sort of left without warning, I was trying to make sure she was okay.”
“Did you get in a fight or something?”
“I don’t think so,” Krista said, biting her lip. It was pretty clear that Krista was preoccupied or something, so Callista thought she’d be nice and change the subject.
“You totally look cute this morning!” she said sincerely. For a moment that didn’t seem to register, Krista just kept staring forward with a blank look on her face. Then it suddenly seemed to dawn on her that something had been said and then it soaked in and she smiled. She looked over at Callista, and for a moment saw something strange in her tutor’s eyes. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but it felt like, well like the way it felt when a guy was checking her out. A little weird and somehow alluring. And then Krista blushed, looked away, and smiled.
“I didn’t even think about what I was putting on,” Krista explained, “But I am glad you like it.”
“No problem Krista,” Callista said, it felt like somehow Krista had read like… more into that compliment than maybe had been intended.