Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

I took a step back and giggled again. Nervous reflex.

He just stood there, all silent. I should have probably said I was sorry, but I was so embarrassed by my own behavior I just called out, “I’ll see you next week!” And spun around, rushing quickly out of the room.

Brett

Fuck, every time Mandy hugged me with that tight pelvic hug of her’s my cock was instantly rock hard and ready to coat my zipper with my load.

The first time I saw Mandy was in the middle of tenth grade. I had just transferred here from a school across the country because my dad had gotten the offer of a lifetime that required him to relocate. My dad tried to get me to look at moving out here as if it was some kind of grand adventure.

Grand adventure, my ass.

Adventure was having the time of your life. Adventure was not being alone all the time because I didn’t grow up with all the kids going to school here.

I was a guy. I wasn’t a hot little piece of tail, so I didn’t have tits to win over friends with. I had a big brain, and yeah, that wasn’t all too sexy to high school girls back then. Fuck, it probably still isn’t now. It didn’t help that at the time I was also an awkward loner. It pains me to admit this but I wasn’t always the fucking sexy beast I am today.

The fact that I had to tutor a girl I had been silently panging after for two long years was just a fucking punishment.

Ever since tenth grade I had been trying to get Mandy’s attention, but I guess she didn’t notice my attempt at being the strong, silent type.

Sometime during the summer after tenth grade, I got the idea in my head that I needed to get into shape to get her to notice me. I wasn’t satisfied with the tall, scrawny kid I saw every time I looked in the mirror. Hell, I was pretty sure all the women in my life who had ever bothered to look at me weren’t too impressed either.

I tried wearing those tight fitting shirts all the jocks around school were wearing… And let’s just say I wasn’t showing off much except for a good case of chicken arms. Sadly, my arms were all boney with what were at the time sad excuses for muscles. When I flexed in the mirror I was surprised my arm didn’t just droop down like they do in cartoons.

By the time I was asked to tutor my dream girl, Mandy, I actually could have filled one of those tight shirts quite well. But by then I was so used to dressing in loose, baggy clothing I couldn’t be bothered changing my wardrobe. And it probably didn’t help that also by then I had given up hope.

It was weird to be tutoring her though. Not only was it out of the fucking blue, but I mean I had dated a couple of girls and I didn’t feel the gut tingling spark that I felt just by looking at her. Sitting there, trying to focus on anything besides those beautiful lips of hers– barely parted and exhaling as she stared at the book– was an effort of pure will.

I wanted to kiss her more than I wanted to continue breathing. Each time she brushed up against me my entire being would get startled. I figured she did it the first time to get me to stop staring at how beautiful her ice chip blue eyes were. The second time I don’t know why she did it, I was too busy trying to will my throbbing erection into submission. Unfortunately, my cock was being a stubborn bastard and refusing to tap out.

Even the thought of my grandma playing strip poker with bulldogs didn’t work.

Because, fuck, she smelled like lilacs and honey, and it was completely overwhelming. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t function. All I could do was read.

The tutoring session was a complete fucking disaster. All I could do was read the fucking book and try my damnedest not to creep on her.

I felt like I wasn’t doing my best as her tutor when I told her about the pop quiz answers in the back of the book, but I didn’t want Mandy to fail because I failed to teach her jack shit. And honestly, if she started passing, then I could keep tutoring her. And if I could keep tutoring her, maybe, just maybe, she would notice me.

And if Mandy noticed me, maybe being stuck in Trenton wouldn’t fucking suck.

During our class on Thursday, I was the first one done with the exam so I got to watch her as she bent over her desk, taking her test. She looked as if she was carefully reading each question before answering. I felt pretty lucky that I was seated diagonally from her because it allowed me to stare at her without getting caught. I especially liked how she kept pushing her hair behind her cute little ears as she worked.

She was so happy when she looked at me after passing her test and gave me that pelvic hug. She did something I had never had done before, something I had only seen. She hugged me with her entire body, pushing that little pussy mound hard against me before she pulled away to place a kiss on my cheek.

Thanks to that fucking hug of her’s, I had to do the hide-a-boner shuffle to my next class.

Chapter Four

Mandy

To say I was shocked as shit when Brett showed up for the next tutoring session would have been a gross understatement. The guy must have been a sucker for punishment or something.

I was sitting at the dining room table with my chair tipped back and my legs propped up on my book because I seriously didn’t expect him to show. I was also deeply absorbed in my phone. My best friend, Grace, was begging me to attend a party with her that night. She wanted to pull the old I’ll tell my parents I’m staying with you and you’ll cover for me so I can spend the night with my guy trick.

The only problem was I didn’t really want to attend the party. Crazy? I know. But the party was at Eric’s house, and Eric was coming on way too strong for me. I knew the only reason he wanted me was because he thought I was playing hard to get, but I seriously wasn’t playing, which only left me trapped. I had to keep resisting him because I was so not interested, but it only made him want me more. I couldn’t win.

When Brett walked into the dining room, I was so shocked, so surprised, I squealed and my chair fell back, taking me with it.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?” Brett exclaimed, immediately bending down to help me up.