The Tutor

Dear Letters,

My Sophomore year of college was a very hard time for me. I loved campus life, and all of the people I met, but my grades were less then perfect and I needed to turn things around before I flunked any of my classes. I tried to do it on my own, but I just wasn't understanding any of my homework and as a last resort decided to get myself a tutor. His name was Charlie and twice a week he came over to my place and helped me with my studies.

Charlie was an incredibly smart guy and kind of cute too, but he was very shy and reserved when the subject wasn't about school or something like that. I didn't have a crush on him, but somewhere along the way I started thinking about how fun it would be to bring him out of his shell. One night during our study session I decided that it was time and I was so excited to see what he would do I couldn't stop fidgeting. When he asked if everything was O.K. I simply smiled and told him that it was my turn to teach him a few things and asked him if he would take a break with me.

I was more then happy when he followed me to avoid any awkward moments that would scare him off. I took charge and started giving him a blow job. He never came out of his shell like I had planned but it didn't matter. I learned that just digging a little deeper revealed the real animal inside.

Signed,
Tutored in Minneapolis