His Tutor

Her phone flashed and she checked to see what the message was. Her heart skipped a beat. It always did when it was a Tinder message. Could it be her future husband calling? She opened the message, and her heart sank instantly. A dick pic. A fucking dick pic. It was only 7:15 am, who was this twat? Without bothering to reply, she blocked him and put her phone back down.   Miranda looked herself in mirror and took a deep breath. She looked okay. Maybe. She was wearing a simple black shift dress that came to her knees, and a deep green cardigan. She wasn’t over weight, but she was still curvier than she would have liked. She decided to wear sheer tights and black shoes with a small heel that she felt said ‘I’m sexy but also sensible’. She laughed at herself. Someone had to. She had decided to put her dark curly hair up in a high bun, and let a few strands rest beh

Josh was walking towards Miranda. He was so close she could hear his heat beating. She reached out and ran her hand down his chest, and then lower. Until she reached the top of his jeans. His breath hitched, and he pushed her against the wall. He pressed his body up against hers, and she could feel how hard he was. She instinctively began grinding against him. He slipped his hand up her top and was inches away from rubbing her nipple…Miranda woke with a start, the alarm ringing through her ear. Fuck. She was angry for two reasons, firstly that the dream had ended. And secondly because she couldn’t get this guy out of her head.Spending time with Josh had literally made her feel drunk. And now she was starting to sober up. Under no circumstances could she pursue this. She laughed at herself. She was acting as if he would be interested too. She had no doubt he had an endless stream of gorgeous y

It was Saturday morning. Miranda had slept in to prepare for going out tonight with Sharon. God she needed it. After last weekend and her disastrous date, a night out was just what she needed.Thursday had also been awkward as hell. Josh hadn’t mentioned one word of seeing her the previous night, and had seemed much more distant than he normally was. She didn’t really understand it. She found it impossible to believe he’d been bothered about her being on a date. They’d talked through Josh’s essay and that had been it. He’d barely looked her in the eye.  It was almost lunch time now, and Sharon had proposed they start early in the afternoon. This was fine with Miranda, the closer she was to getting pissed the better. She decided to eat a sandwich and a cereal bar to line her stomach. After that she went upstairs and had a shower. Whe

It was Saturday again. Miranda didn’t really know what to do with herself. As she was still meant to be ill, she wasn’t going to go out. She’d been texting Josh since he’d left on Thursday. She had to admit, the more she got to know him, the more she liked him. He had an amazing sense of humour, and appeared to be much more mature than other guys of his age. She reflected that this was probably to do with his dads’ death. She liked how he was just the right mix of cheeky and kind. She thought more and more about what he’d said on Thursday. He wanted her to be the first person he slept with. The idea of that both excited her and filled her with anxiety. On one hand, being his first would be a thrill in itself. Knowing she was the first woman he would touch in that way filled her with happiness. On the other hand, she’d never slept with a virgin before. Most guys had already known what they were doing, she didn’t hav

The next day, the lack of sleep actually helped convince people that Miranda had been ill.“Oh, you poor thing. Looks like it was a rough few day.” Sharon’s face was laced with genuine concern.“Yeah but I’m feeling loads better. Thanks for the lasagne by the way. It was delicious. Just what I needed.”“You’re very welcome. I hope you didn’t mind Josh dropping it off. He was very insistent. You’ve made a big impression I think.”Miranda wasn’t sure how to respond. “Err…no it was fine! Gave me a chance to ask him how he was getting on with his essay.”“You are sweet!” Someone cleared their throat behind Miranda. She turned to find Daniel standing there.