Feet Tutoring
By A.J. Brown
Math whiz gets extra help from his new teacher


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The first half of Jake's senior year of high school was over with and he had
been doing well like always. He was carrying a perfect 'A' average in his
calculus class which was standard for him in math class. He was the best math
student in the school and that was most definitely going to be his major when
the 18-year-old went away to college the next year.

It was sad news that Mr. Colitti, who Jake had had for math every year of
high-school, recently had a heart attack and would be unable to teach for the
rest of the year. He and Jake had a great rapport and Mr. Colitti was always
pleased about how well Jake did in his class.

Jake was disappointed but the math genius, who was certainly a bit arrogant,
spun it as a good thing, at least school-wise he did. He had heard that the
replacement teacher was going to be a lady named Mrs. Reynolds. Jake was ready
to show Mrs. Reynolds how much of a math genius he was and quickly become her
teacher's pet as well.

So he walked into math class on the first day with the new teacher and this
new teacher looked so young that she looked like she could have been a student
teacher of college age. She definitely was a lot younger than Mr. Colitti or
any other math teacher in that school.

"Hi there!" she said to him and she just had one of those friendly smiles and
enthusiastic tones of voices that made her instantly likeable.

The more he looked at her, he realized that she probably wasn't that young -
she wasn't old for a teacher by any means either, but she looked to be in her
early thirties. She was just one of those women that he could tell looked
younger than she was just because of the way she presented herself.

"Hi" he said back and he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous around the cute
woman.

She had long, straight brown hair and she just wore her hair more the way that
his fellow female classmates might have as opposed to how her fellow female
teachers would. Her face was just extremely cute and the cuteness of her face
was what made Jake able to tell that she was probably a bit older than she
looked.

She wore a navy blue skirt that connected with the top she was wearing to make
one connected outfit. She wore navy blue stockings and a navy blue pair of
heels. The outfit was definitely one that a younger person would wear as well.
Jake didn't want to be staring at his good-looking new teacher for too long so
he made his way to his seat and then the bell rang to start class.

"Alright everybody!" she said and Jake could tell right away that she was
going to be much more enthusiastic of a math teacher than Mr. Colitti was. "My
name is Mrs. Reynolds. I know you are all sorry to hear about what happened to
Mr. Colitti. But he gave me detailed notes on what you had all been going over
and I assure you that we're not going to miss a beat."

She walked over to the board and actually wrote the name 'Mrs. Reynolds' on
the board. Jake chuckled a little bit as he hadn't seen a teacher do that in a
long time. When he looked at her write her name he thought about it and he was
actually surprised she was a 'Mrs.' Something about the way she was would have
made him think that she was a 'Miss."

Mrs. Reynolds then walked away from the blackboard back towards her desk to
get her notes and once she got to her desk he was pretty surprised at what she
did - she actually kicked off of her shoes. Never had Jake ever seen a teacher
do a lesson with their shoes off before and he found the action extremely
casual for a teacher, especially one that was teaching on her first day.

Jake chuckled a little bit and he looked around at his fellow students to
exchange snickers with them about what she had just done. But he was surprised
to see that no one seemed to notice or at least care. Mrs. Reynolds began
teaching and all of the other students were watching and taking notes like
nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

Unlike Mr. Colitti who would just sit at his desk talking and flipping from
one slide of his PowerPoint presentation to the next, Mrs. Reynolds spoke much
more enthusiastically and even her voice was extremely cute. And she seemed
like she might have had too much coffee because unlike Mr. Colitti, and pretty
much any other teacher that Jake had, she continued walking back and forth
from her desk to the front of the room, constantly writing examples of what
she was talking about on the blackboard and then going back over to her desk
to move the presentation to the next slide.

As the lesson progressed, Jake realized that he could not get his eyes off of
her feet the entire time. It just seemed so odd to him that a teacher would
have kicked her shoes off like that and it was completely distracting to him.
He heard her talking but, other than her cute voice, not a word she was saying
was actually registering to him.

His eyes remained right on her feet as she continued to gracefully move back
and forth from her desk to the front of the room. Her feet looked a little bit
chunky in those stockings and he found himself wondering if they looked that
chunky when they were bare or if it was just the stockings that made them look
thicker than they were.

He would watch her stockings crinkle up a little bit with every step that she
took and he observed the different spots on her feet where the stockings were
crinkled a little and the others where they were completely straight. He also
observed that her feet had more of an arch in them than most feet he had seen
in the past.

Every time that he tried to get his eyes off of her feet and start taking
notes, he would immediately get distracted and find himself just watching her
feet move around the room. It was very enchanting for him. A couple of times,
he briefly looked away from her feet to see if any of the other students were
looking at the same thing. But every other student in that room was taking
notes and seemed completely focused on the lesson without looking like they
thought anything was out of the ordinary.

The bell suddenly rang and it completely startled Jake since it finally broke
him out of the 'trance' that he was in. He looked at the clock and couldn't
believe that class was over already. He had been looking at Mrs. Reynolds's
feet the entire time and it seemed like five minutes had passed, not forty.
She walked back over to her desk and finally put her shoes back on.

"OK, so please review Chapter 11 tonight" Mrs. Reynolds said to the class and
she seemed to always be smiling when she spoke. "And do the homework
assignment at the end of it. I don't actually collect or grade homework -
that's just for your own practice. But all of it is going to be on your next
test."

Jake lifted his palms off of the desk to see two large wet spots on there. He
looked at his hands to see that his palms were sweating more than they ever
had before. His face got red with embarrassment not just because of his sweaty
palms but more just the thought that the math genius hadn't retained a single
thing that had been said during the lesson. He picked up his books and quickly
started to make his way out of the classroom.

"So are you Jake?" he heard Mrs. Reynolds say to him before he got out of the
room. He turned his head to see her looking at him with that extremely
friendly smile of hers.

"Um, uh, yeah" he said and he was nervous like he was talking to a girl he
liked as opposed to one of his teachers.

"Mr. Colitti told me about you" Mrs. Reynolds said still sounding friendly and
she spoke in a way that just made him feel more comfortable. "It always
excites me to have someone in my class that is really good at math. I share
your excitement, believe me. It's nice to meet you."

That evening during the three hour time slot from 6-9 that he always set aside
to spend on homework, he realized that he had to learn that chapter and learn
it well. Speaking with Mrs. Reynolds after class reminded him that he was the
smartest student in the class and he couldn't have other students getting
ahead of them because they were paying attention in class and he wasn't. He
pulled out his textbook and turned to Chapter 11.

He started reading the first page and as he absorbed the words that he was
reading, he found his mind immediately thinking back to Mrs. Reynolds's feet.
He thought about them moving around the room and how cute they looked when her
heels would come off the floor. He remembered one part during class when Mrs.
Reynolds was standing at the blackboard with her back turned to the class. The
toes on her right foot were facing in front of her and she had lifted her foot
so the ball of it was pushing into the ground. When her foot was like that he
got a good view of just how perfect of an arch she had. He thought more about
her feet and his cock started getting extremely hard.

He just couldn't concentrate enough to get anything done. Part of it was that
he hadn't learned anything that day in class since he was looking at her feet
the entire time and the other part of it was that he kept thinking about her
feet whenever he tried to absorb the material. He wasn't going to be able to
do his math homework that night. With frustration, he put down his book and
went on to the next subject. He was going to have to go into class the next
day completely focused on learning and learning only.

He walked into math class the next day and was greeted by another smile from
Mrs. Reynolds. She looked pretty stylish and she wore a completely different
outfit than she did the day before. She had on red top and then a long brown
pair of dress pants. She had on a pair of brown shoes with heels and it looked
like she didn't have any socks or stockings on. That was OK though. For some
reason since was wearing long pants as opposed to a skirt, he didn't think
there would be any possibility that she'd take her shoes off again. It would
have looked way too weird for her to be completely barefoot when she was
wearing pants.

But class began and almost like it was part of the whole routine, Mrs.
Reynolds kicked her shoes off before she started to teach. The pants she had
on were long but they didn't go passed her ankles and he still had a perfect
view of her bare feet as she walked up towards the chalkboard.

He felt his cock instantly start to grow in his pants as he looked at her
feet. For a woman that was in her early thirties, the skin on them looked
extremely soft and pure. They looked so fresh and clean and she had the kind
of skin on them that he just wanted to kiss. As she faced the chalkboard and
turned away from the class he got a good look at the arches in her feet again.
They looked even more incredible now that she was barefoot.

All of what Jake had told himself the night before about making sure to
concentrate on the lesson once he got to class was all out the window now. The
only thing he could concentrate on was those feet of hers as they moved back
and forth along the floor following the rest of Mrs. Reynolds's energetic body
around. She kept walking back and forth along the floor yet the pure skin on
her feet continued to look so soft and fresh and Jake found that extremely
intriguing for some reason.

He heard that bell ring again to end class and it was really starting to be
just like an alarm clock for him. The noise was so obnoxious, always
interrupting him from something peaceful that he was enjoying and it always
seemed like it was going off too soon. Jake, still had his eyes on her feet
while most of the other students had left the room. He realized this then
quickly packed up his books to leave. Mrs. Reynolds let out a little chuckle
and it sounded like the laugh of a cute college girl as opposed to a math
teacher.

That day at lunch Jake was sitting in the cafeteria eating with some of his
friends of the same age as him.

"So how 'bout that new math teacher, Mrs. Reynolds" Jake's friend Rich said to
all of the guys. "Pretty nice stuff, huh?"

"Yeah, what's up with her?" Jake said back with smile. "Why is she always
taking her shoes off like that?" The rest of the guys at the table looked at
Jake like he was nuts and his face instantly got beat red.

"Um, OK" Adam, another guy that was sitting at the table said and he gave Jake
a weird look. "That lady has probably the best body I've seen on a teacher.
I'm looking at her boobs, her legs, and her ass. Last thing I'm paying
attention to is whether her shoes are on or off."

The guys were still looking at Jake and even though it only was a few seconds
that they were looking at him it felt like it was an eternity. He didn't know
what to say and he could feel the fear in his stomach as he thought about the
possibility of them somehow figuring out his obsession with her feet. But then
the eyes went off of him and they all continued to talk about how hot Mrs.
Reynolds was. Jake was extremely relieved.

More class time happened and Jake tried to think about focusing on the rest of
Mrs. Reynolds's hot body so he could stop thinking about her feet so much. But
he just couldn't do it. Every single day in class she would take her shoes off
at the beginning like it was standard procedure for her.

The more she did it the more Jake would examine her feet and notice more about
them. He really enjoyed looking at her feet wrinkle when they were bare with
every step that she took. And one day she had a little bit of a bruise on one
of them that hadn't been there the day before so it stuck out to him
immediately as well. He was really getting to know them.

He was still not concentrating in class or learning anything and homework was
the same way. Whenever he opened up that math book it would instantly send him
almost into a trance where he just thought about her feet and how fascinating
it was that Mrs. Reynolds would take her shoes off every single day so Jake
could watch her feet as they walked around. He wasn't concentrating in class
and he wasn't really doing his homework. But he was a math whiz - surely
everything would just come in to play for him and he'd be able to figure it
out for this first test.

So that first test came and he couldn't help but feel nervous as he saw Mrs.
Reynolds walk right up to him with her shoes off and hand him the test. Even
though it was test time he still found himself staring at her stocking feet as
she walked around the classroom to hand the tests out to the other students.
When all of the tests were handed out she had a seat at her desk. Finally, her
feet were hidden and Jake could attempt to concentrate.

He started looking over the test and he knew he was in trouble. He had no clue
how to answer any of these questions and he was completely lost. He looked
around at the other students who all looked focused like honors students
should and they all looked like they knew what they were doing. Jake had no
clue and he started to panic a little bit.

Jake was extremely ashamed of himself as he did his best to try to complete
the test. He had always been straight-A student, especially in math class, and
now he was looking at getting in the low seventies or high sixties, or even
maybe a bit below a 65 so he would fail the test altogether.

He didn't know how he was going to explain that to anyone why he failed and he
just thought about the idea of trying to explain that he failed his first math
test because he was looking at the teacher's feet everyday. It was a
mortifying thought and he tried his best to get it off of his mind.

He gently slapped himself in the face and tried to concentrate. He started
answering the questions and as the test progressed it finally started to make
a little sense to him. Even though he hadn't been paying attention, he knew
well math enough where he should be able to wing it at least once and then
just find someway to focus in the future. He finished it up and handed it in
to Mrs. Reynolds who gave him a pretty smile when he did so.

The next day came and Mrs. Reynolds had her shoes off like usual. Jake thought
that doing poorly on his last test would motivate him to concentrate more but
he still couldn't get his eyes off of her feet. At the end of the class she
handed back the tests and handed Jake his.

He looked at his test and he almost fainted when he saw it. He was wrong - he
hadn't gotten in the low seventies or even the low sixties. He got a 23%. He
couldn't be sure but he felt pretty certain that no honor's student in history
had ever scored that low on an exam before.

And on the top of the test Mrs. Reynolds had wrote 'See me after class.'
Another thing that he never wanted to see on his test. It was something that
had never been written on one of his tests before but he knew it couldn't be
good. Not only did he have to deal with his own embarrassment of his poor
score but now he had to go get reprimanded for it as well.

The bell rang to end class and Jake approached Mrs. Reynolds at her desk. She
was sitting down and luckily her feet were hidden because Jake was pretty sure
that she had never put her shoes back on. She was not an intimidating woman by
any means but having to talk to the teacher about his awful grade humiliated
Jake a great deal.

"You wanted to see me?" he said to her nervously once everyone in the class
had cleared out.

"Yes" she said and something about her tone of voice instantly made Jake feel
a lot more comfortable. "I just wanted to talk to you about your grade on your
test."

"I know" Jake said and he was so ashamed of himself that he couldn't even look
the pretty woman in the eyes. "I studied hard, I really did. I'll do better on
the next test, I promise."

"Jake, it's OK" she said and her tone of voice sounded extremely comforting
when she said it. "I'm the one that should be embarrassed right now. From what
I hear, you've always been perfect on your math tests and now I come along and
you really struggle on the very first one. That's gotta be on me. And I want
to do whatever I can to help you. How about you stay after school with me for
awhile for some extra tutoring until we get your grade back up?"

"Really?" Jake said and he actually thought it was extremely kind of the woman
to offer that to him.

"Absolutely!" she said and this woman was definitely a lot friendlier than Mr.
Colitti if nothing else. "That's what I'm here for. Why don't you come by here
after school today and we'll get that grade up for you in no time."

Jake nodded in agreement and Mrs. Reynolds gave him the sweetest smile in
return. HE started to walk out of the room and he figured this was perfect.
She'd be sitting at her desk just like she was just then when she tutored him.
Her feet would be hidden and she could walk him through the material. It
seemed perfect.

But then he showed up at her classroom after school and she was waiting for
him. She was sitting at her desk again but this time she looked much more
relaxed. She was sitting back in her chair at her desk with her legs stretched
out and her bare feet resting right on it.

He walked closer to the desk and felt his cock growing in his pants like it
never had before. Mrs. Reynolds had a chair waiting for him right on the other
side of her desk. He felt like he was going to drop to his knees as he walked
closer to the chair and thought about sitting there with her bare feet so
close to him.

"Well come on!" Mrs. Reynolds said and this had to be the friendliest woman
that he had ever met. "Have a seat."

He had a seat and watched as she kicked her bare feet back and forth a little
bit while she looked through the math book for what she wanted to go over. The
wrinkles on her soles and those absolutely perfect arches in her feet looked
even more stunning up close and Jake was having a hard time controlling his
breathing. He even felt himself starting to sweat.

"So what would you like to go over first?" she asked him and he just couldn't
get his eyes off of her feet. The skin on them looked so incredibly soft and
pure and he felt like they had him in a trance.

"Can I rub your feet?" he came right out and asked her.

He felt his face boil right up with embarrassment and now he felt like he was
going to pass out from humiliation more than anything. He didn't know what
came over him to make those words come out of his mouth right in front of her
but they had and he was sure that this was not going to be good.

"Wow!" she said with surprise and Jake felt the embarrassment spreading
throughout his body. "I would actually LOVE it if you rubbed my feet. Do you
know how much it hurts my feet having to be on them all day? You probably
never even noticed this but I actually take my shoes off before each class
because I can't even take it. So yes, please rub my feet that would be great."

Jake absolutely could not believe that this was happening but it was happening
and he was just going to have to roll with it. He scooted his chair over
closer to where her feet were. He put his hands on them and he felt his cock
grow in his pants the second his hands made contact.

His cock felt like it was going to explode right there but Jake knew he had to
contain himself and it had nothing to do now with the fact that he was sitting
right in front of his math teacher. He was about to rub the most perfect feet
he had ever seen and he needed to enjoy this and treasure it. He focused right
in on them as he began to rub them. She had a skirt on and if he wanted to he
probably could have gotten a look up her skirt as well but that was that last
thing that was on his mind right then.

"You don't think there is anything wrong with this, do you?" Mrs. Reynolds
asked him. "I mean, all you're doing is rubbing my feet right? I can't imagine
that really breaks any kind of teacher code or anything."

Mrs. Reynolds might have been extremely good at mathematics but other than
that she was as dumb as a board. Although there was probably nothing specific
in her teacher contract about letting students rub her feet, Jake didn't have
a doubt in his mind that she would be severely reprimanded if not fired if the
wrong person found out about what was going on there.

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with it at all" Jake said.

He remained focused on rubbing her bare feet and was really enjoying feeling
the different parts of her feet as he did it. His cock continued to grow in
his pants but at the same time he was appreciating the beauty of their
texture. They felt stronger in some parts than others and he thought that was
neat. Just out of curiosity he took a quick peek up her skirt to see that she
had pushed her thighs together so he couldn't see up any higher. Looked like
she wasn't quite as dumb as he thought.

"So what do you want to go over first?" she asked him and Jake had forgotten
that he was there to talk about math. "What would be the most helpful for you
to start with?"

"Will you rub your feet all over my face?" Jake asked her.

These things he was saying to her were extremely odd and it was especially
uncharacteristic of the straight-A student to be saying them to a teacher. But
the desire he felt for those feet having them so close to him had completely
taken over his regular logic. The fact that Mrs. Reynolds had let him rub her
feet like that made him feel fairly comfortable so he didn't even really feel
odd asking the question. But now she gave him a look like she was wondering
what was going on.

"THAT would be helpful for you?" she asked and she made him feel fairly
embarrassed by the way that she asked it.

"Yeah" he said and he had to resist the temptation to put his face right up
into those lovely feet.

"What's it going to relax you or something?" she said to him.

"Yeah sure" he said and he couldn't help but sound extremely eager about
getting her feet in his face. "I mean, yeah."

"Alright" she said but she sounded fairly hesitant and Jake wasn't sure if she
was actually going to go for it. "Not really sure if that's the best way to
get you learning. But I'm not going to argue with the guy who has been such a
math genius at this school. Come on. Bring your face into them."

Jake looked at the soles of her feet sitting there looking so appealing and he
felt extremely excited about getting to experience them like that. He looked
at how the skin on her feet looked so soft yet they still looked fairly chunky
and like they could deliver a somewhat powerful kick.

The first thing he noticed as he brought his face into her soles was the
smell. He could smell a bit of the carpet in them from her walking around
barefoot all day but overall they had a fresh smell to them and he found the
combination quite enjoyable. He then felt how soft the skin on her feet felt
but as he pushed his face into them more they felt strong. He supposed they
had to have gotten strong from her walking around barefoot all of the time.

He pushed his face into her feet more and Mrs. Reynolds pushed her feet around
on his face. He would get a good whiff of the order of them when she did that
and he felt the different textures of the different parts of her feet as she
did it as well. He also felt his cock growing like crazy in his pants as he
did it and he thought that he might cum right there.

Jake was enjoying what he was doing more than anything and he wanted to feel
even more submissive to this incredible teacher. He grabbed her ankles, lied
down on his back, and started to pull her feet towards his face once he got
down. Mrs. Reynolds resisted at first and he realized that her legs were much
stronger than he would have thought for such a cute, sweet, friendly woman.

He now lay on his back and he didn't care how stupid he looked as this woman
continued to rub her feet all over his face. Now that he was lying on the
ground it allowed her to push her feet into his face some more. He felt them
squishing his nose and he even felt them go into his mouth a couple of times.
The taste of them made his cock grow even more. He definitely hoped that Mrs.
Reynolds didn't notice that.

"I guess I can see why this would relax you a bit" she said to him. "But I
can't do it much longer. We really gotta get to work here soon."

Knowing that his time with those feet was close to finished, Jake tried to get
as much as he could. He pulled her ankles again but her legs were too strong
for him to pull them in closer. She was going to do this at her face and the
surprise of how hard she would rub her feet into his face and where made it
all the more excited for him. She finally pulled her feet away and stopped and
Jake's cock felt like it was going explode.

"OK, that's enough" she said. "Let's get to work now."

"I just need to go to the bathroom" he said.

He got up and moved out of that classroom as quickly as he could. He quickly
moved to the bathroom and was glad it was after school so no one else was in
there or probably would come in. He went into the stall, pulled down his
pants, and started vigorously stroking his cock.

He had had sex once in his life with some fat chick in his class but he never
even admitted it to anyone. Neither of them really knew what they were doing
and it wasn't much of an experience for either of them. What he felt now was
far better than any kind of sex he ever could have imagined.

He thought about how much the smell of Mrs. Reynolds's feet turned him on and
he could even still taste them in his mouth a little bit. He could still feel
it on his face that those wonderful feet had been rubbing against it for so
long. He immediately started to cum like crazy like he never had before. When
he was all done he walked back into the classroom and Mrs. Reynolds was
sitting there waiting for him.

"You ready now?" she asked him.

"Um, yeah" he said back.

He sat down with her and she began reviewing the material with him. He felt
extremely relaxed and extremely good. The material was completely sinking in
just like it should have. He now knew exactly what he needed to be able to
learn this. She tutored him some more and then they finished up.

"Same time tomorrow?" he said to her.

"If this is helping you then, yes" she said and she shrugged.

Even when Jake went home that night to study he felt extremely good about the
world and the math was sinking right in as he studied. In class the next day,
Jake still couldn't get his eyes off Mrs. Reynolds's stocking feet as she
walked around the room. They started their after school tutoring session just
like they had started it the day before.

"I know I got these stockings on today" she said to him as she rubbed her
stocking feet in his face giving him a whole different, but just as wonderful,
experience with the smell and feel of them. "Hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all" he said although his words were muffled which gave Mrs.
Reynolds a good laugh.

They kept up their tutoring sessions the same exact way and life had never
been better for Jake. Test time came and he felt extremely comfortable the
test. They got their tests back the following day and Jake saw that he got
100%. There was a note on top of the test again: 'See me after class'.

"Well I have to say" Mrs. Reynolds said to him after class when everyone else
was out of the room. "Our tutoring sessions have clearly really helped you.
Why mess up a good thing, right? I say we just keep that up for the rest of
the year if you're OK with it."

"Sure thing" Jake said with a smile.

And that was how the rest of the school year went for Jake. Mrs. Reynolds
taught every class with her shoes off and Jake would just stare at her feet,
not learning a thing, and thinking about after school when he would get to
experience them. Then they would start every tutoring session with him giving
her a good foot-rub and her then rubbing her feet all over his face.

At first Jake would always have no choice but to excuse himself to 'go to the
bathroom' right after having her feet rubbed all over his face. But as time
passed he was able to control himself more and was really just starting to
appreciate her feet for their pure beauty without having to gratify himself
every single time after experiencing them.

He got a perfect score on every test for the rest of the year and still
finished as the student in the class with the highest average. He never was
quite sure if Mrs. Reynolds got the same kind of sexual satisfaction from
their tutoring sessions that he got or if she knew just how much he enjoyed
them. And he never ended up finding out. But he never did forget about Mrs.
Reynolds.

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