[A/N] Hey everyone… I didn't think I'd have to write something like this, but a lot has happened recently, and I want to be honest with you all.
A few days ago, I went to a water park — just to clear my head a little. I bought one of those "waterproof" pouches for my phone and thought I was safe… but turns out, it wasn't waterproof at all.
Water got in. My phone?
Dead. Gone. Fried. 💀📱
That phone was my lifeline — my writing tool, my connection to all of you, the way I post, create, and share my stories. I tried looking into internet cafés, but they're expensive and not practical long-term. So now, I'm borrowing my mom's old phone, and believe me — it's slower than a snail dragging a brick. 🐌
And to top it off…
📛 Webnovel has banned my fanfiction again.
Yeah. It happened — again. You all know how bold my stories can be, and sometimes, Webnovel just can't handle that.
But I'm not giving up.
💥 That fanfiction will now be uploaded completely FREE on Patreon, so anyone who truly wants to finish the story can still do so.
👉 patreon.com/Forbidden_lust
And if you've ever enjoyed even a single story of mine — if I've made you laugh, blush, or keep reading late into the night — I have a small request:
Please consider helping me get back on track.
Just $10, less than a usual day's snacks, can help me save up for a new phone so I can keep writing and sharing with you.
✨ If possible, please donate through Patreon — it takes less of a cut, so more of your support actually reaches me.
Whether you subscribe, gift a sub, or just want to donate once — it all helps.
🔗 Patreon: patreon.com/Forbidden_lust
🔗 Ko-fi (optional): ko-fi.com/forbidden_lust
Thank you for being here — even just reading this means the world. I'm going to keep writing, even with a broken setup… but your support could truly change everything. ❤️
— Forbidden_Lust 🖤
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Chapter 3
Thursday rolled around, and shortly after the end of the school day, there Steph was at my door. Instead of being done up in a ponytail, this time her hair was loose, long, and pretty. I thought about complimenting her on it, but decided not to, for fear of seeming creepy. Instead I just sat her down, asked her how school went.
"It was okay," she said simply. Then she frowned. "We had a quiz, in math."
"Oh? How did you do?"
She passed it over. I could tell it was one of those situations where the teacher had everybody else mark their neighbor's paper instead of doing any grading him or herself. It probably meant that it didn't count for marks, either. I hoped that was the case, for her sake.
Stephanie got 2/10, mostly because she didn't finish several questions. "This isn't good." One of the questions stood out to me. "We went over this exact question on Tuesday," I pointed out, a little angrily. "It was in the homework. It just had different numbers. You should have been able to get this one."
"I know," she said. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't concentrate!" She seemed on the verge of tears, which dissipated my anger instantly.
I tried to be as gentle as I could. "I think that's the key to your problem. If you can't concentrate, even when you really need to…"
"It's not ADD," she said defensively.
"Maybe not, but it's something. What is it that keeps breaking your concentration?" I asked.
She hung her head quietly, but didn't respond.
"Is it worries you're not going to do well?" She shook her head. "Something going on with your friends?" Again, a silent head shake. I tried to think about other things that teenage girls might obsess over when they should be doing work. "Boys?"
I knew right away I'd hit on something. She blushed deeply, and this time there was no headshake. "Oh, I see. It's a boy." I thought trying to interact with her on the level of a friend, a peer, might be the best approach. "So, what's his name?"
"It's not like you think," she said.
"So how is it?" I asked. "Is it a girl?"
"No!" she said, and buried her face in her hands. "I'm not like that." She took a breath. "You promise not to tell, right?"
"Right," I assured her. "Tutor-student confidentiality." It was an attempt to lighten the mood, as much for myself as for her.
"It's just sometimes I get so… hot down there and it's like, all I can think about. It's not just one boy, it's lots of boys, and my math teacher, and… and others."
"Oh." Now I was suddenly uncomfortable, both for the awkward subject, and the fact that I now had an incredibly sudden erection. I was glad she wasn't looking at me, so I could try to adjust it, mentally talk it down, or at least get it so it wasn't visible. "Um, that's probably normal. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Guys are like that all the time."
Except, when guys get like that, we usually just go jack off to relieve the pressure. I figured girls masturbated too, at least those that had a higher than usual sex drive… some probably just became promiscuous. But when you combined a religious mother, and a restriction against dating, Stephanie might never have learned, or been taught that it was dirty. I could hardly imagine all that pressure and no way to relieve it, although I was experiencing a taste of that with my boner. So although it was incredibly difficult, I managed to suggest. "You know there are ways to take that off your mind. To, uhm, safely, satisfy those urges. Did you take Sex Ed?" I could only hope that they covered this for girls in those parts of Sex Ed where the boys and girls were separated… and that her mother signed the consent form.
To my relief, she nodded. "Yeah, you mean… masturbation." She whispered the word.
"Yeah," I said. "You might think it's gross or wrong, but it would take care of the problem."
"I can't," she said. I thought she was going to talk about how it was a sin, that the bible or her mother said so. What I got was a much more mundane answer, and a surprise. "There's too many people at home. There's always somebody there. I almost never get time to myself. I share my room with my sister and sometimes I try but it's just too hard to do it at home. And there's nowhere to do it." She trembled as she spoke, the words spilling out of her quickly, like a long released burden finally shared. "Last time I tried it was so embarrassing, my Mom heard me and I had to pretend I was just having a nightmare."
Oh, god, cute, horny, and loud. It was a wonder I didn't try to make a move on her, but I didn't think she'd have any interest in me, and if I tried, it would get back to her mother and then it would get back to my parents. Even if jail wasn't involved, my life would be ruined. And as much as she turned me on at that moment, in her horny, helpless, need, I also did want to help her. I could only think of one thing. "If you wanted, you could do it here…"
"What?"
"Not in front of me," I said quickly. "I'm not trying to be a perv or anything. But you could go into the bathroom, do… what you need to do, and then we continue our tutoring session. I'll stay here. If it'll help get… that, off your mind. I'll stay right here, watch some TV."
"Really?"
"Just don't tell your mother, I'm not sure she'd understand."
She smiled a little. "You're right, she wouldn't." She looked from side to side. "Now?"
"If you need to."
She got up and walked out of the living room, then down the hall to the bathroom. I heard the door close, and I turned on the TV. I was tempted to do something, go and listen in at the very least, but the floors at my place had a tendency to creak, and I didn't want to do anything to shatter what we'd built. After all, I think it does take a lot of trust to masturbate in the house of someone you don't know very well, with them knowing what you're doing. Then again, maybe she was just THAT horny that she didn't care.
So, instead of doing anything, I watched a rerun of the Simpsons and tried to ignore the fact that a pretty teenage girl was rubbing her pussy only feet away. Although I was never able to lose myself in what was on the screen, at least my erection faded after the first few minutes of watching Homer's antics.
The show had just ended when I became aware of a sound. It was a moan that turned into a cry, and then cut off suddenly. If I didn't know better, I might have thought it was a porn movie, heard through a shared wall with a neighbor. My erection was back. She really was loud. If it was like that all the time, no wonder she couldn't do it at home. I was lucky I had no neighbors.
A few minutes later, she came back into the room. It was like night and day. She wasn't tense, or keeping her eyes down, or restrained, it was like she was free and happy. She plopped herself right down on the chair. "Sorry it took so long," she said.
"No problem. Shall we try to go over the lesson again?"
The difference was even more dramatic scholastically. This time I was the sexually distracted one, but I was able to cover it well and try to explain the new concepts in that day's lesson. Steph now grasped things easily, sometimes before I finished explaining it. She made connections, and she was able to blow through her homework faster than on the previous Tuesday, even taking into account the half-hour masturbation break.
"Well, I guess we're done," I said as she successfully completed the last question. "I guess we could get a head start on your next lesson if you wanted, or we could call it a day early."
"How are you at science?" she asked. I was feeling pretty good at my success, so I gave it a shot, although it had been quite some time since I had to deal with it.
I was just happy to help, and I think I was able to clarify problems that had escaped her, until her mother called on her cell phone because it was time for her to be heading home. She talked to Stephanie first, and was excited happily about how she was "getting it" now, and I felt a warm glow inside, even though I did very little of the work. Then I talked to Grace a little, and when she asked me if I was okay with keeping up the arrangement, I agreed.
On her way out the door, Stephanie turned to me and got a little shy again. "I wanted to thank you, for, ummm… letting me do what I did."
"Anytime," I said, automatically.
"Really?" She seemed surprised at the offer.
I hadn't actually meant it as an invitation, but it didn't take much thought. "I don't see why not. It certainly seems to make the tutoring go more smoothly." An idea struck me. "In fact, since I work from home, I'm usually going to be here during the day. If you ever needed to, uhm, clear your head, before class, or at lunch, so you can focus on what they're teaching, you're welcome to stop by and use my bathroom. "
She thought about that, and then smiled brightly. "Okay. If you really don't mind… maybe I will
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Hey everyone… I didn't think I'd have to write something like this, but a lot has happened recently, and I want to be honest with you all.
A few days ago, I went to a water park — just to clear my head a little. I bought one of those "waterproof" pouches for my phone and thought I was safe… but turns out, it wasn't waterproof at all.
Water got in. My phone?
Dead. Gone. Fried. 💀📱
That phone was my lifeline — my writing tool, my connection to all of you, the way I post, create, and share my stories. I tried looking into internet cafés, but they're expensive and not practical long-term. So now, I'm borrowing my mom's old phone, and believe me — it's slower than a snail dragging a brick. 🐌
And to top it off…
📛 Webnovel has banned my fanfiction again.
Yeah. It happened — again. You all know how bold my stories can be, and sometimes, Webnovel just can't handle that.
But I'm not giving up.
💥 That fanfiction will now be uploaded completely FREE on Patreon, so anyone who truly wants to finish the story can still do so.
👉 patreon.com/Forbidden_lust
And if you've ever enjoyed even a single story of mine — if I've made you laugh, blush, or keep reading late into the night — I have a small request:
Please consider helping me get back on track.
Just $10, less than a usual day's snacks, can help me save up for a new phone so I can keep writing and sharing with you.
✨ If possible, please donate through Patreon — it takes less of a cut, so more of your support actually reaches me.
Whether you subscribe, gift a sub, or just want to donate once — it all helps.
🔗 Patreon: patreon.com/Forbidden_lust
🔗 Ko-fi (optional): ko-fi.com/forbidden_lust
Thank you for being here — even just reading this means the world. I'm going to keep writing, even with a broken setup… but your support could truly change everything. ❤️
— Forbidden_Lust 🖤