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figured it might be a little awkward given….” He trails off in that way he often does when the conversation gets a little awkward. “Given issues in your personal life from last year.”
    “I don’t understand,” I reply uncomfortably.
    Professor Fenwick knows I had a rough time a year ago, and he probably knows exactly what happened, but we’ve never discussed it. We are close, but we work hard to maintain a professor/student relationship. That means not discussing my sex life. He knows, and I know that he knows, and neither of us says anything about it. What I don’t understand was why this next assignment has anything to do with my relationship with Brian. My former relationship.
    “Never mind,” he replies. “I’m being silly. You’re a professional, and I never should’ve doubted your ability to get on with things. With that in mind, I want you to do some tutoring this semester, and probably next semester as well.”
    “Sure,” I say relieved.
    I’ve done tutoring before, and to be honest I can usually do it with my eyes closed. The college pays $15 an hour for me to sit there and help other people pass tests that I could take when I was fifteen. Easy money. The students are usually grateful for the help, except for the athletes. They just do it because they need to maintain a passing grade to stay on the sports teams.
    Oh shit. Fuck. Shit, fuck, shit.
    “Who will I be tutoring?” I ask, even though it’s glaringly obvious at this point.
    “None other than your new best friend, Charles Lewington.”
    Time to backtrack. I need to get myself out of this mess without disappointing Professor Fenwick in the process.
    “I’m not sure I’m the best for the job,” I say innocently. “I’d love to tutor him, obviously, but I doubt we’re taking the same classes.”
    “Actually, he’s taking almost the exact same classes as you. You’d be the perfect fit for this assignment anyway, but the fact that you’ve already met him and built up a rapport just makes it all the more perfect.”
    He showed me his rock-hard erect cock. Does that count as a rapport? I spent the weekend masturbating while thinking of him sliding it inside me. I don’t think that’s the kind of rapport Professor Fenwick is talking about.
    “Are you sure?” I ask desperately. My brain has gone to sleep. I can’t think of a single excuse. “Maybe he should get professional assistance. After all, he is so important to the team.”
    “No, I think it’s best he works with someone who knows the syllabus inside and out. You’re right though, he is important, and he needs a lot of help. Between you and me, he’s not all that bright. The college made him take an entrance exam before joining. It’s a bit like the SATs with a few more essay questions thrown in. Basic history, politics, stuff like that. Anyway, his score was so bad that the college almost had second thoughts about bringing him in. I’m used to footballers performing badly, but he might have just lowered the bar even further.”
    “Some people just don’t do well in exams,” I offer. Why am I defending him? I already know he’s just another dumb jock, although I’m surprised to hear he did that badly.
    “Trust me, this is another level entirely. You’re going to have your work cut out with this one. But that’s good I suppose.”
    “It is?”
    “Tutoring pays well. I’m sure you could use the money, what with the cost of living around here.”
    Professor Fenwick is being polite. He knows I’m poor. I got my scholarship largely based on my grades, but there is a need element to it as well. I don’t have a trust fund or rich parents, so I need money more than most. $15 an hour is a lot for a college and it adds up pretty quickly.
    It wouldn’t be for long. Charles didn’t look like the studying type. After three or four lessons, he’d probably give up and I’d be off the hook. It might even help my career. Being a tutor for a future professional