Tutoring a Whore (Private/Maturex3)

Craig nodded his head and unlocked the door. He quickly ran down the hall and searched for the violin. He finally found it in the third room he checked. He grabbed it and brought it to his room. He closed the door and locked it just as before. He handed her the violin and sat down on the floor. He crossed his legs and stared up at her. His smile was innocent and he was no longer the horn dog from before. He could turn on the gentleman charm at any time.

"Do you really have to lock the door?" She asked as she took the violin. "I feel like some prize that you don't want to share with the world." She brought the violin up and tested it with a scale smiling when it was in tune. She thought of a tune she had heard on a video and began playing it. She let the music come and flow, finally relaxing. She felt happy. Finally playing the instrument she had always loved. It had been her solace during dark times.




Song she plays

"If I don't lick the door, the help will think it's alright for them to come and spend time with us. My father always taught me to lock the door." He watched and listened to her play. He leaned back on his hands and nodded his head with the sounds coming from the instrument. The music was beautiful and the song was awesome.

"Well if I could fire them for that, I could fire them for anything. My father doesn't want me to have that kind of power over people. I don't really understand why though. I am taking over the family business when I am old enough." He looked at her and smiled, "how long have you been playing the violin? You are really good at it!"

He stood up and looked around his room. "I wish there was something I was good at, but my father doesn't approve of anything I do. I draw every once and while..." he walked over to his desk and pulled out a cabinet drawer. He uncovered a notepad and pulled it out for her. He handed it over. "I haven't shown that to anyone. My father says I should focus on things like managing and micromanaging. It's always business for him. But how did you know I am good at sex?"

"Oh, well those are just rumors that kids like to spread. I wouldn't believe them if I were you. I'm not good at anything. I always find a way to fuck something up." he stood up and walked over to his closet, staring at things he had down and hidden deep within, where his father had never seen.

"Thanks," he muttered quietly. "But you don't have to try and like them. They are childish and lame. I should just stick to business and that kind of boring shit." He was really upset. His whole life he was always trying to impress his father and make him happy, but nothing ever worked. He looked at he notepad in her hands and then at her. "You can have it if you want."

He turned to her when she poked him, but his eyes stared downward. "Well, I have always waned to play the guitar, but my father said it's for idiots and morons and I have to be better than that." He looked up at her, and tried to smile, but his depression was too deep. "Uhh, you can go home now, if you like. I will tell my father that you taught me a whole bunch of math equations and I sent you home for your family."

"I've been doing well for the last couple of years, so why not continue now?" he asked. But before he could really stop anything, she was tugging him out of the house. The help just stared at the two, completely confused. As they went outside, he had realized he had never once been to the beach. "Well, no, I can't say that I ever have. There are caves near the beach? How is that even possible?" As awkward as it was to be pulled around by a female, he really liked holding her hand. He wasn't going to take advantage of this opportunity. Whatever happened, happened.

Craig looked back at his house and then to Gwendolyn. "So I have a better idea." He reached into his pocket, grabbing his wallet and opened it up. He pulled a credit card from inside and held it up for her to see. "Why don't we just go get new stuff? Would you like that?"

"Okay, but what if I wanted to?" he asked with a slight smile. He was trying to be happy, but thinking about the events that occurred in his room, he just couldn't. "It would make me happy if you would let me buy you some new stuff, please?"

Craig smiled and nodded his head. "The least I can expect is you to at least let me buy you something." He dug into his pocket and grabbed the keys to his Mustang. He placed his hand in the small of her back, and started moving them towards his car. As they approached the front, he opened the passenger door and let her inside. Once she was safely inside, he slammed the door closed and got in on hi side. He drove out of the driveway and headed towards downtown. Luckily for them, there was a really important football game going down at the school, so most of the students would be there. "I will buy everything. Don't worry about towels from your home. I will keep them at my house, so we can go to the beach again some time. What do you say?"

"Don't worry about it. It could even be our little secret," he joked as they parked behind the buildings. As they got out of the car, he locked it and headed towards the first store. As they walked in, you could definitely tell it was gonna be expensive. They had assortments of bikini's, one piece bathing suits, board shorts, swimming trunks, tank tops, and t-shirts of all shapes, colors, and sizes. They even sold wet suits for scuba diving. It seemed like this place had it all. He opened the door for her and walked right over to the female racks. "So how about you try some on for me and we decide together, which one would be the best on you?"