The Tutor
Kai was the hottest guy in Senior year, and this was the third time that I was sitting on his bedroom floor.
Even though I was a year behind him, he had randomly approached me one day and asked me to tutor him. Of course, I couldn't refuse.
We were working on some particularly difficult algebra when his mom brought us sandwiches and a bottle of water each. For some reason, I was fascinated with the way his throat moved as he took a sip.
He was barefoot under black sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt. I was pretty sure that he wasn't wearing any underwear because his... bits were moving a bit too freely. I was definitely not complaining, but it was all so very distracting.
Kai was on the swim team and had that perfect matching physique. I had secretly watched him practice a number of times, and he was really good. His coach was an absolute ass, however.
He grabbed his bottle of water again, but this time, he choked on a sip and spilt the rest all over his shirt.
"Are you OK?" I asked, patting him on the back.
"Wrong pipe," he said with a cough.
I became immediately aware that my hand was still resting on his shoulder. The physical contact felt far too comfortable.
Kai took one look at his soaked shirt and decided to pull it off and throw it into a laundry hamper in the corner of the room.
I had to stop myself from gasping at the sight of his muscular bare chest and strong abs up close. When he caught me looking, I quickly asked about the pendant hanging around his neck.
He leaned in close to show me, and all I could think about was how good he smelled. I had the strongest urge to just grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss.
Recently, I had a dream about him standing under a steaming hot shower after his swim practice. He had rubbed soap all over his beautiful body before moving his hand towards his groin and... I shuddered at the thought of it.
"Let's take a little break," he said. "There's something I want to show you."
He stood up and locked the door, surprisingly not bothering to put on a fresh shirt. What was he going to show me that required a locked door?
"I've been practising with the help of a YouTube video, so please don't judge me," he said, taking off his pendant and putting it on the desk.
He switched on a portable speaker and scrolled through his phone. To my utter shock, the room filled with Lady Gaga's "Abracadabra" and Kai treated me to an elaborate choreographic routine.
I couldn't take my eyes off him throughout the entire show, I was mesmerised by his body moving to the rhythm of one of my favourite songs.
When the song finished, I burst into applause and he took a couple of bows. What the actual fuck? Why was he, of all people, dancing to Lady Gaga?
"Did you like it?" he asked.
Seriously?!
"It was absolutely amazing," I said far too enthusiastically. I needed to stop staring at him or he'd surely notice.
"I love to dance, but I'm really self-conscious about it," he said.
"Then why would you show me?"
"I figured that if there was anyone in school who could appreciate a bit of Gaga choreography, it would be you."
"And why is that?" I asked, tilting my head in curiosity.
Kai didn't answer the question. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, "Have you ever done something under false pretences?"
"Huh?"
"Finn... I really don't need tutoring."
What?!
"But then why am I here?" I asked in confusion.
"Do I need to spell it out for you?" he asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
"Apparently so," I said. What was going on?
"How about I show you instead?" he said, moving towards me.
I nodded slowly, still not knowing what was happening.
He kneeled down in front of me and his hand carefully caressed my cheek. It took me a second to register what he was going to do next, and I could hardly believe it.
Kai waited to see if I'd pull back.
When I didn't, he took it as a sign to continue. His soft lips pressed against mine, and he held them there until I reacted. When I opened my mouth, his tongue gently pushed its way in and found mine.
This wasn't happening!
My body tingled all over as I became completely absorbed in my first kiss. Time seemed to stop, and I didn't want the moment to end. I had wished for this a million times, but never thought it could actually happen.
When he pulled away, my heart sank. I was almost afraid that it was all some crazy lucid dream.
"I've been wanting to do that for quite some time," Kai breathed. His sweatpants didn't hide how his body was reacting to kissing me.
That's when reality came flooding back in.
"How did you know I'd let you do that?" I asked, almost afraid to confront him.
"C'mon," he said with a smile. "Every time I pass you in the hallway, you're openly gawking at me. Then you just happen to show up at my swim practice?"
Fuck, busted!
"I was hoping that you'd eventually make a move. When you didn't, I came up with this plan for us to get to know each other a little better."
"And I've been absolutely clueless all this time," I whispered.
"Despite me dropping hints like crazy," he said, laughing.
"So this really isn't a dream?" I asked, hesitantly putting a hand on his knee.
"Would you like me to kiss you again to prove that it isn't?"
"Definitely," I said, closing my eyes and leaning towards him.
And just like that I h,ad everything I'd ever dreamed of.
