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It took a few days before she brought up the tutoring again, not that she missed any opportunity to tease me in the lecture room before or after lectures, in the corridor, in the lunchroom. Just about anywhere I would randomly run into her. She would all the time expose herself needlessly much, yet all the time innocently and never overtly provocative. Just kinda accidently. It had been a week and this time I ‘accidently’ ran into her outside of the college.

I was walking to the college, maybe five minutes away from the entrance, when I heard someone running behind me and calling my name:

“Hey here Jonas! Wait for me!”

It was Olivia. I stopped and turned around. She had the biggest grin on her face and it was the first time in a long time that I had seen her with clothes on. That was a sentence I never wondered I would think.

She was wearing a jeans skirt that ended about mid thigh, revealing plenty of her strong legs, and a short white cotton t-shirt that did its job to reveal her chiseled midriff. It was also clear that she had not bothered to wear a bra over her small but firm breasts, not that she needed any, they stayed nicely in place while she was jogging, only jiggling enough to reveal she was braless. It made me wonder if she had also skipped her panties. The wondered made my dick twitch. Nope, don’t think about that.

She finally came to a stop, probably a little bit closer than one normally would. Again I could smell her intoxicating scent. This was also when I noticed that she had sky blue eyes. I mean I had seen this before, but because she was all the time naked before, it hadn’t really registered. Man, I have the strangest problems. “Hello Olivia, it’s been a long time since I saw you dre- … I mean, outside.”

Why the hell would I even say that?! It’s like my brain just shuts down when she is around me. She immediately caught on to my out of place opinion and her happy grin widened into one of her classic wolf-grins.

“Oh you have seen me outside? What, have you been stalking me? Did you not get enough of me at school?”

“Wha-, No I-I just meant that I saw you once outside of the college on the day we started!

“Oh really, so you were ogling me already from the begin? Were you imagining what I would look like naked already then? Did I look as good as you had imagined?

“N-No! I mean, yes! I… Damn it you ask so many questions…”

She let out a ripple of a laughter, even her laugh was intoxicating, it plucked on my heart strings like a gitarr, playing the loveliest song in the history of man.

“You are so funny, smarty-pants. Hey, by the way, do you remember me asking you about tutoring me?”

She said that just as we entered the building. This was the point where she would have to go into the changing room and change into… Well… Nothing.

“Y-Yes, I will wait inside, we can talk about it when you have changed.”

“You mean once I have gotten naked for you?”. She said with a devilish grin. Fuck me, she wouldn’t stop teasing me. She continued by saying:

“Nah, why don’t you come with me when I change, you see me naked all day anyway.”

Before waiting for a response, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the changing room. It was full of people getting changed. Well getting undressed only really. One girl who was half-naked, only with her skirt on, felt particularly self-conscious at the presence of a uniformed student and raised her arms to cover her about average sized breasts, but then wondered better of it and lowered her gaze to the floor and slowly lowered her arms again.

Something about the reluctant, yet voluntary, exposure of her nakedness triggered something animalistic in me. I hadn’t realized how much more erotic it is to watch someone getting undressed in front of you compared to just watching them being naked. It is like the process of getting naked is more intimate than actually being naked.

“Hey, you are not supposed to be here, you have a uniform.”

It was a teacher monitoring the changing room. Olivia immediately replied in her sweetest and most innocent voice:

“I am sorry, it is my fault, we were just discussing when he would tutor me to help me improve my grades. We arrived at the entrance just as we were about to start and I thought it would be really stupid if we waited until after I had changed, it is not like it would make a difference if we discussed it here or afterwards. Is it okay if he stays so we can discuss his tutoring?”

“Hmm, I suppose it is fine, just don’t make it a habit.”

“Thank you, sir!”

She gave me a mischievous grin and pulled me into a corner of the changing room. She positioned herself at the very corner with me standing only about an arms length away from her. I was so close to her and she was so close to the corner of the walls, that from the outside it could’ve looked like I had cornered her to do something bad to her. How did she all the time manage to put me in the most embarrassing situations? She started to tug at the hem of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up. I don’t know how she did it, but she managed to make such a simple act feel like she was giving me a private strip show. I could immediately feel my heart pumping faster and the beginning of an erection was forming in my pants. Once her tits were fully displayed she started talking:

“So about tutoring, do you have time already this tomorrow afternoon? I know it is still a long time until the midterms, but I wanted to start early.”

She had pulled her t-shirt entirely off at the end of the sentence and put it into her locker. She then brought her arms up to fix her hair which had gotten a bit tousled from taking her t-shirt off. The act of raising her arms to her head and fixing her hair sent her breast jiggling, but you could tell that they were so firm that they barely moved. I really thought what they would feel like and I was so close that it would have required no effort to reach out and grab them. My erection continued to grow mercilessly.

I decided to fix my eyes on hers, that way I would have an easier time controlling myself. It turned out that wasn’t easy either. Being this close to her, gazing into her eyes became very intense and their mischievous devilish tint disclosed that she knew exactly what she was doing and what it did to me. Calling her dangerous was an understatement.

“Y-Yeah, that is fine.”

That was all I managed to say. Yet it was enough for her. She beamed a smile at me, sending another wave of pleasure through my body for having pleased her. She didn’t say anything immediate after than, instead she meaningfully continued to look back into my eyes and slowly let her hands trail down from her head, down her shoulder and along her chest. She gently brushed her hands over her breasts and her nipples, which I could see even from the corner of my eyes perked right back up when her hand left them.

They must be really hard for them to do that. Her nipples were probably about average in size, yet the relatively small size of her boobs made the look larger and much more erotic, especially when they were swollen and hard like this. Was she turned on by me watching her stripping?

Her hands continued down her naked midriff and finally reached her jeans skirt, which she unbuttoned with a noticeable ‘pop’ then slowly pulled down the zipper. I couldn’t see it, I was still staring her straight in the eyes, but I could hear the ‘ziiiiip’ sound it made. My heart at this point was trying to escape from my chest and I felt my jaw loosening and my mouth open slightly. That’s when she flashed me another devilish grin, turned around, bent over and simultaneously spoke as she pulled down her skirt.

“Great, Jonas. By the way, which are your best subjects?”

No longer having a safe place to fix my eyes, my eyes naturally oriented themselves to where something was moving, which at this point was her skirt that were slowly being pulled down over her beautiful panty clad ass. So she had worn panties after all. Thongs, specifically. They were light purple with mesmerizing white patterns and from behind they hid absolutely nothing of importance… Her being bent over also meant that her ass was much closer to me than before. With one step forward I would have been able to thrust my crotch into her perfectly well-shaped bubble-butt ass. I could feel my limbs shaking and my cock straining in my pants, yet I stood perfectly still, not trusting my limbs to not move to touch something unintentionally. Instead I focused on moving my mouth.

“Uhm… I… Uhmm… I am pretty good at the sciences I guess, math and stuff.”

That reply didn’t sound like something someone who is good at sciences would say, I wondered to myself.

Olivia had finally managed to get her skirt off her ass and down her ankles and stepped out of them with one foot, then used her other foot to toss them into the locker with perfect precision. Graceful like a cat. Or maybe more like a lion about to devour its prey? After having displayed her foot coordination skills, she turned around to face me, placed her hands behind her back and pushed back her shoulders, inevitable putting her chest on perfect display and turned on one of her most charming smiles and addressed me again:

“That’s great! That’s exactly what I need help with! I am so lucky to have a smart guy like you tutor me, without you I would be helpless!”

Helpless, said the lioness to the baby gazelle… The only one helpless here was me.

Once she had finished her sentence she put her thumbs into the hem of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her perfectly shaved pubic area and her provocatively protruding dark pink inner lips. She pulled her panties all the way down to her feet and stepped out of them again with one foot. Then she attempted another throw with her foot into the locker, but “somehow” she missed the locker and managed to throw them onto my shoes instead.

“Oops, sorry, could you please pick them up?”

I snorted lightly, knowing that she had done that on purpose. I bent down and picked them up. They were soft and still warm for her body. As I handed them to her I looked her in the eyes and noticed that her face, although plastered with a mischievous grin, was slightly flushed, same with the chest and around the throat. Now I was sure that she was really enjoying teasing me. It seemed that she was teasing herself as much as me. Somehow that made me feel more confident. I was not the only one feeling a bit flustered.

“There you go. I hope they didn’t get dirty from my shoes, if you want I can take them home and wash them for you.”

She took them from me quickly. Somehow looking even more flushed.

“You would like that wouldn’t you, pervert?”

Her response was more subdued and not as confident as before. She then turned to put the panties in her locker too, where she then paused for about one second and took a deep breath. Then she turned back to me with a big grinning smile and said:

“Ok, tomorrow at 4 pm, right?”

“Yes.” I responded.

“Perfect! I gotta run and say hi to my friends before class. See you later!”

With that, she ran off, completely naked other than her bag. I walk out of the changing room after her. Well, that was interesting, did her plan to fluster me backfire and get her turned on too? Maybe, but making assumptions with Olivia would be dangerous though, I would have to see what happened tomorrow. Maybe she was just setting me up, lowering my guard? God knows for what though…

NSFW: yes

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