All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

STACYJerome seized my waist as our lips crushed together and I loved how carnal he got when he wasn’t restraining. I wanted him to stop holding back, to stop feeling like he had an obligation to take care of me. It was beautiful when he moved like I was fragile glass but for now, I wanted to be his woman and nothing else. Knowing him, this night was probably never going to repeat itself and I wanted to have enough to look back on. I wanted tonight to be that night; I wanted him to be the one. “Don’t stop kissing me, Jerome. Please don’t stop.” I wove my fingers through his hair and pulled him down. Our noses ran along each other, his hands grabbing a handful of my clothes, my stomach crushed against his. Our tongues moved in unison, exploring one another, reaching for territories that opened up our hearts and our soul. Everything he did was driving me insane, everything he wasn’t doing yet was driving me insane. He bent and I panicked because I thought he was going to step a

STACYI did feel new, everything about today and every day after the night I spent with Jerome made me feel new and maybe I wouldn’t have thought about it until Lisa had pointed out in his living room that something about me had changed. On one side, I felt confident.I strutted with my nose in the air, back straight, and chin up. No one could make me feel less than myself in these moments and I hoped to God that it continued to stay that way for a very long time. On the other hand, I felt like everyone could see all the times that my mind dragged back an image from the past. I would feel those shifts so well, would feel my body softly vibrate when I remembered the feeling of him and me, the feeling of us and it was so powerful, so close to being real that I feared everyone else felt it or at least saw me feel it. All the times my cheeks turned red, all the times I had to bite my tongue and focus on someone’s face, voice, hands, hoping that they would stop taking me back to those

STACY After classes today, I decided to stay back and go through some of my notes. I had this thing where I took random pictures and jotted things down during lectures. It was supposed to help me when time for studying came but the problem was, I wasn’t arranging these things. They were becoming too much, jumbled up, just random notes and information that didn’t go anywhere. For a while, I told myself that I could do it at the end of the week. I wanted to use a day of the weekend to sit down, read through all of it, arrange them where they were supposed to be and just clean the ideas out, but I had planned this for weeks now and I was still forgetting to do it. I always forgot and would only remember when the new week would start again. The more I was keeping it, the more work I was accumulating on that end. I didn’t know how it would be when I would have the time to sort it all out, I wasn’t even trying to bother myself with that anymore. Today, I wanted to do what I could for

STACY“Why don’t you bring your bike to school?” I asked Jerome as there was no sign of his motorcycle. “I do. Sometimes. Today, I didn't...”We crossed the road on Jerome’s count and I did it without checking if any cars were coming. I was only looking at him, only paying attention to him. I wanted him to do the same. Anyways, someone had to keep their eyes on the road for us. Someone had to hold my hand and lead me through safely, making sure that we made it to our destination, his home, in one piece. “Okay. Why don’t you use it often?”I asked. “Because it doesn’t look responsible. I don’t know how to explain it but I’m sure you get it.” “I guess so.” Tired of waiting for him to hold my hands and intertwine our fingers, I started to check my finger nails, fighting with the hands that were supposed to be clasped beautifully in his. He was playing the role of a ‘family’ figure. I don’t know if that even made sense but that was what he had introduced me to his friends as.

STACYThere was a knock before Jerome asked if he could come in. I blushed knowing he was still being a gentleman, announcing his presence before coming in. He had all the reasons to barge in. It was his house, we had just had sex in this room, I didn’t mind yet he chose knocking. As long as the door was closed, he would continue to choose knocking, continue to wait for my approval before he proceeded to do anything to me. “Come in.” He stuck his head in and kept his lower body outside. “Lisa just called; she’s outside the door. Are you good?” “Yeah.” I didn’t need to look around to be sure that I had kept everything in order. I’ve had about ten minutes since we both finally left the bed. I had rearranged it, showered, changed clothes and now I was just doing one last check of the area to be sure there was nothing that would give away what just went down between Jerome and I in here. “Alright. I’m going to open the door for her.” “Wait!” He dashed his head back in and I