My name is Charlie, I’ve had my fair share (OK A LOT) of sexual experiences, each one amazing and unique. I sat at my desk, scanning the Craigslist ads and the local newspaper’s website for nanny and tutoring jobs. Three years post-grad my career as a journalist for an online newspaper was steady and fun, but the pay was not so fun. I kept picking up little side jobs here and there, but tutoring had been the most fulfilling—besides my experience with the father of one of the kids I nannied for… But that’s a story for another time.

My eyes scanned and paused on an ad:

SAT tutor needed for 17-year-old senior. Primarily help with English. Will pay $50 an hour, requesting a tutor for two hours a day on Tuesdays and Thursdays for several weeks—exact length to be determined. Please send resume and reference letters to this e-mail.

I typed in the e-mail address, writing a short introduction and attached my resume and several reference letters from previous families that I worked with.

A few days later, I received an e-mail with the address and a time for the following day for me to go over and introduce myself and have an impromptu interview. The next day, I dressed muself in a white and navy striped t-shirt dress that clung to my curves and was a little shorter on me due to my height. My C-cup breasts were pressed tightly against the dress and I slipped my feet into nude flats, thankful for the start of the Texas spring. I put my straight dark brown hair into a high ponytail and headed off to the address—a 30 minute drive from my apartment. I arrived, knocked on the door and was greeted by a 6-foot, blonde teenage boy. He was undeniably handsome, had slightly shaggy blonde hair that was disheveled in an adorable way and his very toned chest and arms very apparent through his tight Under Armor shirt.

“Well, finally my mom got a hot tutor,” he said to my surprise. I giggled as he opened the door further for me to walk in.

I brushed past him, my shoulder skimming his chest and followed him to the living room where his mom was sitting with a book. I shook her hand and she introduced herself as Mrs. Parker and then the teenaged boy grabbed my hand and lightly kissed it. I laughed and his mom smacked his arm.

“I’m Harrison,” he said with a charming smirk and sat down beside his mom.

I sat across from them, crossing my tan and toned legs as we discussed the exact times and days I’d be coming to tutor him.