The Many Conquests of Jason Part 1: Mr. Tutor

Part 1- Mr. Tutor

Hey I’m Jason, and this is the story of how I found love. I think. First of all let me describe myself. I’m 6’5 inches, 250 pounds of muscle. I have southern roots, and you can tell from my Georgian accent and my deep dimples. I have curly blonde hair, and I refuse to be anything less than clean shaven. I heard I look like Matthew McConaughey on steroids. Good; because I was on them, and people better had seen the difference or I was quitting that shit. I can recall my first real out-of-high-school conquest; her name was Stacy.
Stacy was a pretty girl. A fucking knockout, but her lack of brain matter made her less pretty in my eyes. Bleach blonde hair down to her fat ass, nice C cup titties, and thick hips. She was failing math, and someone got it in their thick skulls that freshman Jason was a math whiz just because he stayed up in class. Little do they know that I’m up because I’m high as shit! For some un-Godly reason, I decided to go along with it after she asked me to tutor her. I was lucky enough to have my own dorm room because my old roommate thought we had bed bugs and he refused to stay there. Note to self, thank science club for the fake display of bed bugs.

We were actually getting through the lesson fairly well. I noticed that poor young Stacy was dumber than a bag of hammers. Thank God for those tits, man! “Oh, I get it now! The pythagorean theorem is e=mc2!” She said. Trying not to laugh, I agreed. I told her I had to use the Loo, which was what we called the public bathroom in the hall.