The Tutor's Descent Ch. 01 - Preview 1

Hello patrons! I anticipated life being busy this month, and I was not wrong. I do however finally have a small piece of my new story ready to share. This is an extremely rough draft, and just establishes the basic foundation for this story. I hope it piques your interest.

Huge thank you again to all of you for sticking it out with me.

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Olivia adjusted the rigid straps of her backpack in an attempt to alleviate some of the added weight from her newly acquired text books. “I still can’t believe how much these cost,” she complained to her boyfriend. “It’s absolutely criminal!” The twenty-one year old student was seething, having just watched her modest materials stipend vanish before her eyes.

“I know, totally unfair,” Daniel agreed. “I would’ve bought them for you, you know…”

“We already talked about this. I appreciate the offer, but I want to make my own way,” she reminded him, silently cursing her own need to feel independent. Olivia was a bright young woman who had earned her way into the prestigious university through means of a scholarship. Unlike her boyfriend, she did not come from a wealthy family, and her financial awards barely covered the cost of the schooling, let alone the ever rising price tags on the required texts.

Though she was living that stereotypical “poor college kid” life, it certainly wasn’t all bad. Olivia was beginning her third year at the school she’d had her sights set on since she was a young teenager, and was well on her way to achieving her dream of becoming an aerospace engineer. She intertwined her slender fingers with Daniel’s, another dream that had practically fallen into her lap the previous year. He was tall, athletic, and handsome – the kind of catch she would never have expected to notice her a few years back, nevermind date her. 

A late bloomer, Olivia still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that she was now what most would refer to as objectively attractive. She’d considered herself below average in the looks department for her whole life, and never received much attention from the opposite sex growing up. It wasn’t until after high school that she finally grew into her awkward, gangly body, her womanly curves filling out nicely. Daniel had been one of the first men to approach her romantically, and he had been the main catalyst for her finally coming out of her shell over the past year or so.

“You could always get a part-time job,” Daniel suggested, admiring the way her dark-brown hair wisped across her bright blue eyes in the light breeze.

“Yeah… I looked into a few around campus, but the pay sucks. It’s barely worth the effort.” She recalled the job she had at the bookstore the previous year, where they demanded more and more of her time until she had to quit due to the workload of her many courses.

“I might know of an opportunity actually…” Daniel started, trailing off in a way that suggested his reluctance to share the idea.

“What?” Olivia inquired, her interest piqued by the mere fact that her boyfriend seemed to be harboring something interesting.

“Well… I happen to know that my parents are looking for someone to tutor my little brother, but…”

“But what?” She asked, perking up at the idea of an easy gig that she might be suited for.

“I dunno… He’s… Kind of a weirdo? I guess? Sort of a lost cause if you ask me,” Daniel explained.

“A lost cause? That’s kind of messed up, don’t you think? What is he struggling with?”

“He’s just always been a strange loner. And he’s always on the verge of failing. Barely made it through high school by the skin of his teeth. He took one year off of school and basically did nothing. My mom’s forcing this to make sure he gets off on the right foot at the community college this year. Anyway, we never really got along that well. I don't know how to explain it.”

Olivia felt slightly triggered by her boyfriend’s sweeping description of his own brother, remembering back to her own days feeling like an outcast. “Well if he’s your brother it can’t be that bad! I’m sure he just needs the right encouragement,” she argued, finding herself suddenly impassioned about this boy she’d never met.

“Maybe…” Daniel looked uncomfortable.

“Interesting,” she muttered as she studied his apprehension. “So does this have anything to do with why you never talk about your family? And why I’ve never met them despite how close they live?”

“I guess, a little. My family’s just odd in general. We don’t always see eye to eye. I didn’t want you to meet them too soon and get scared off, ya know?” He answered honestly.

“Hey, I get it, we all have weird families. Mine is across the country and barely speaks to me. They don’t define who we are.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, flashing a bright smile as his demeanor relaxed. “So… how much are they paying?”

“Not sure, but knowing my Mom, I’ll bet it’s beyond decent,” he couldn’t help but return her infectious smile, her adorable dimples melting his heart as always. “You want me to set it up?” She nodded cutely, and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

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The arrangements had been made, and Olivia found herself parking her beater of a car on the curb beside a very well manicured and expansive lawn on a clear Saturday afternoon. “Wow,” she murmured under her breath as she beheld the impressive house tucked into the refined landscaping. It wasn’t quite a mansion, but certainly the dwelling of an affluent upper-middle class family. She stepped out onto the street and closed the door to her embarrassing hunk of metal, cringing at its signature squeal, which seemed more out of place than ever in the present neighborhood. After wrestling with the thought to move her vehicle someplace more remote, she straightened out her dress shirt, which was tighter around her chest than would be ideal, and made her way up the paved walkway to the front door.

Upon reaching the entrance, she rang the doorbell and waited nervously, again fidgeting with her shirt and attempting to rub out a wrinkle she’d just found. A minute passed, when finally the large door swung inward to reveal an elegant middle-aged woman, who met her gaze with a closed lip smile. “You must be Olivia, please come in.”

“And you must be Daniel’s mother, nice to finally meet you,” Olivia greeted the tall matriarch warmly. They shook hands, and she allowed her eyes to wander around the large foyer. “What a magnificent house!” She added in admiration. ‘Mother?’ ‘Magnificent?’ I don’t think I’ve ever used either of those words. 

“Mmm,” the woman acknowledged the compliment wordlessly, wearing the same half-smile. “I’m sure your time is valuable, Matt is just through these doors.” She floated across the room, leading Olivia into another space which appeared to be some sort of sitting room where a small table had been placed in the center. A wiry young man with jet black hair was slumped in one of the chairs, and lazily rolled his head towards the newcomers.

“Come meet Olivia,” the parent yapped at her son, who reluctantly stood from his chair and sauntered over. “You had better take this seriously,” she warned him. “I’ll leave you both to it then.” Clearly in a hurry to be elsewhere, the matriarch swiftly departed behind the closed doors and left the two students awkwardly facing one another.

“Hi. You’re Daniel’s brother, Matt? I’m Olivia.” Her eyes quickly scanned his thin frame. There was a vague resemblance to her boyfriend in his facial features, but the young man was nearly opposite to his sibling in most physical aspects. His complexion was darker, like his mother’s, and there was seemingly little to no muscle on his almost skeletal structure. She reached out to shake his pale hand, and he took hers weakly, his eyes shying away from hers, and focusing mostly on her body. Olivia was suddenly reminded of her ill-fitting shirt, and felt exposed. Is he staring at my chest?

“Hey.” He said simply. He was slightly taller than her, but a good deal shorter than his older brother. His hand lingered on hers marginally longer than socially acceptable, before he withdrew it and sat back down at the table. Olivia joined him in the empty chair beside him. She had tutored a few young children whilst in high school, but starting the process with someone who was basically her peer felt strange. She decided the best way to dispel the awkwardness was to dive in.

“So, which class are you working–”

“Listen, I really don’t want to do this,” Matt interrupted. “Feel free to just chill or whatever and I’ll tell my mom you’re helping me so you can get paid. I’m just here to get her off my back already,” he explained, reclining in his seat and focusing on his phone screen.

It’s gonna be like that then… Olivia thought to herself as she observed the negligent nineteen year old. “Well since we’re here, we might as well try a little, right?” She suggested, trying to mix just the right amount of enthusiasm into her voice.

“Nah,” he grunted dismissively.

How am I supposed to get through to this guy? She felt determination swelling within her, her eyes darting around the room as she searched for an idea. There’s gotta be something he cares about… “So you’re not interested in going to college at all?”

“Not really…” He shot her a quick glance before returning his attention to his screen, and spoke again. “Mom’s making me do it or else.”

“Or else what?”

“Kicking me out. No allowance, no support. Bitch,” he grumbled.

Olivia felt a slight shock at his hateful words, but paused for a moment and allowed her compassion to shine through. “That’s rough. What is it you want to do?” She asked, maintaining a neutral tone.

Matt’s eyes panned back over to his tutor, lingering a short while. “I dunno… Maybe like… Making videos and stuff.” He felt his face flush, having let his guard down so quickly. It wasn’t often that he had a beautiful girl taking an interest in him.

“Well that’s cool!” She replied encouragingly. “You could totally transfer to a film school or something I bet.” Matt grunted, and sensing his hesitation, Olivia decided not to press him with a specific path. She was making progress. “I get it. Lots of people your–well, our age don’t know exactly what they want to do with the rest of their life. But, that’s why community college is so useful! You just get the basic stuff out of the way and it gives you time to figure all of that out.”

“I guess…” He responded. The attractive tutor’s charm was having an effect on him, and he found himself wanting to comply with her, if only to keep her in his presence. 

Olivia was feeling the fire of victory, but reminded herself to stay casual. “I bet you’ll find these classes easy once you spend a little time with me,” she giggled proudly, reaching across the desk to grab a sheet of paper and pencil.

Matt seized the moment to stare longingly at her alluring cleavage as she leaned forward. She might have been the hottest girl he’d ever been this close to, and he felt the sting of jealousy already at the thought that his older brother had access to her delectable body. He adjusted his increasingly uncomfortable crotch at the thought of her full, fleshy chest spilling out of her tight top.

The rest of the session went surprisingly well, despite Matt’s initial reluctance. While he was still distracted and unenthusiastic, Olivia was able to help him through half of his Math assignment, demonstrating some of her personal tricks. He actually seemed to catch on, and she encouraged him every step of the way. She did notice his wandering eyes on her a few times, but chalked it up to normal “Guy” behavior, and didn’t think much of it. If he thought she was cute, then that would only help her keep his attention, which she felt was a net positive towards her goal of turning him into a successful student.