Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

I was a genius.
"You are a genius." Rya said opposite me the next day at lunch. She was stuffing her mouth with pizza as I revolved in the praise and the bland taste of my chicken salad.
"Aren't I just?" I battered my eyelashes and gave a wicked smile. Miss Sanders switched my tutor to Roman yesterday afternoon. "Graduation here I come, baby!"
"Do you know when your first tutoring session is?" Rya asked. Shit, I still had to find that out from Roman.
"I don't know, I'll probably have to ask but I need to figure out what I'm going to teach him." There was so much to work with. I didn't know whether to jump straight into the sex or built it up. Building it up would be better because if I were magically going to make Roman Lawrence a sex god, sex gods could perfectly master the art of foreplay. But where to begin?
"Shit, I forgot about that. At least you'll be getting laid more often now." Sex with Roman. What would that be like? I suddenly felt sick. Oh god, I could imagine running my fingers through his greasy hair. Now I've lost my appetite.
"Don't remind me about it. I am sacrificing myself here."
Rya laughed and took another bite of her pizza. "Has he even kissed a girl?" that was a fair point. Maybe I should start with that.
"I'm just gonna take it all as it comes – pun not intended." Roman coming. Ew. No. Abort that image. The things you do for school, am I right?
"What are we talking about?" the irritable voice of Nikki popped up beside us. If only human bug repellent was a thing.
"None of your business." I replied.
"Oh, c'mon, Sienna. We're all friends here." I looked around the table at the group of girls all invested in their own conversations. I barely knew half of them, but they all flocked around me like a sheep to a Shepard.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Rya asked Nikki in a tired manner.
"Don't you have a diet to start?"
"Don't you have some small dicks to suck?" I fired back. I could deal with Nikki coming for me, but not my friends. The girl was annoying enough to one person as it was.
"No need to be so rude, Sienna. I was only playing around." She giggled and flicked her hair behind her shoulder.
"Well then play around somewhere else. Preferably with said small dicks." I said and watched Nikki narrow her eyes and flick her hair behind her shoulder.
"Whatever."
I looked back at Rya and watched her roll her eyes. "I wish she was the one who couldn't graduate." Nikki's dad was Vice Principal of the school meaning that she got tonnes of free passes in tonnes of classes. I'm sure she was just as dumb as I was, if not dumber. But, alas, being the Vice Principal's daughter meant you got an academic privilege. One that I so wished I had.
"Remember that this deal between Roman and I stays a secret. I cannot have anyone finding out I need a tutor, let alone Roman, and let alone that fact I'm doing sexy time with him."
"Loud and clear, captain! But don't forget to give me all the juicy deets afterwards." She winked and I internally cringed. Juicy deets. What the hell was I in for?
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Near the end of school, I managed to find Roman standing alone by his locker down an empty hall. Knowing no one was around to see us, I approached him.
"Hey, I wanted to know what times you can do for tutoring." Being nice to him was a major plus on his part. I needed to be civil otherwise I was sure Roman would quit tutoring me. He had this weird vendetta against me which I didn't understand. Okay, I kinda did, but that didn't mean it gave him the reasoning to be an uptight, asshole. Despite that, I was going to be the bigger person.
"How's about tomorrow at lunch?" he answered, pulling a book from his locker. Tomorrow at lunch.
"Where?"
"The library." Oh shit. Yeah, the library where tonnes of students went. Uh, uh, uh.
"Can't we go somewhere with a little less... people?" I suggested and he turned around to look me down in the eyes, obviously irritated.
"So you beg me to tutor you but then don't want anyone to see that you're with me?" yeah, that sounded bad but it was true.
"That's not it." It said a little too hastily. Roman wasn't buying it. "Okay, that's kind of it. But I just..." what was I going to say? It would ruin my whole reputation to be seen with you and quite frankly, you're a weirdo. No. That wasn't it.
"I'm just a little.... Embarrassed to be tutored." That wasn't a lie. For people to know I had an inferior part of me was a humiliation considering I was the top of the school. Showing a weakness meant people would be ballsy and I did not want that. I earned my place uptown. I wasn't going to let it slip straight out of my fingers because of this ridiculous mess.
Roman's annoyed gaze softened into one that resembled the look of sympathy. If he starts crying of pity I will leaves, taking his tear ducts with me.
"Okay." He nodded understandably. That was a little easier than I thought. Then again, people like Roman have probably never seen the slightest bit of humanity in me. And so, to see it, must've been the biggest shock of his life. "How's about your place after school?"
My place.
That's another no-no.
"Your place." I corrected. "My parents are having a dinner party and so it would be quite disruptive." I bit me lip hoping he'd buy it. He did.
"Okay, my parents aren't home tomorrow after school though. Are you okay with that?" in a house alone with Roman? God, what has my life come to? But it was better than the previous options.
"Sounds good, DM me your address."
"DM you?" he looked as if I were speaking another language.
"On Instagram?"
"I don't have Instagram." He doesn't have what now?! How can you not have Instagram? It was literally the lifeline of our generation.
"What about Snapchat?"
"Isn't that for kids?"
"Facebook?"
"I swear only my grandparents have that."
"Pinterest?" really, Sienna? Pinterest? He shook his head, not even knowing what that was. "You're trying to tell me is that you have zero social media?" what the hell does this guy do in his free time?
"Yes?"
"Why?" I thought everyone had social media. Wasn't it a societal must nowadays?
"Because I don't want it and I don't care for it." Of course he thought it was some opportunity to be even more of an outcast. "How's about I text you my number?" as if I was going to give Roman Lawrence my phone number. That was sacred, and I only gave it to people I knew well like Rya or Adam or my parents.
I searched in my bag for a pen and pulled an old detention slip out, turning it to the back so it was blank and passed it to Roman. "Write it down."
He sighed and snatched the paper from my hand, scribbling down his address.
42 Acacia Drive, it read when he handed it back.
"My place. 5pm. Don't be late." He said before shutting his locker, walking away.
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I was one minute late.
I didn't expect Roman to live in such a nice, suburban neighbourhood. It was the perfect, all-American house made up of grey stone and white wood, a white porch to the right and accents of grey on the open window shutters and front, double doors to the left of the porch. The blue Ford SUV and dark red Nissan Altima proved his parents must've had good paying jobs.
I kept the hood of my coat up as I walked up the porch steps and held my breath as I rang the doorbell.
Loud footsteps approached and the sound of the key unlocking the door made my pulse stammer. What if he was some maniac with zombie reptiles or weird cyborg rabbits running around the house. What if his parents were just as weird as he was?
Lord, help me now.
Despite my horrifyingly creative imagination, Roman's house wasn't anything I imagined it to be. after a "You're late." And a gesture to let me inside, I noticed how nice the interior actually was. Light wood flooring with cream and grey walls, matched with cosy, lavish furniture that looked surprisingly modern.
"Your house is... nice." I awkwardly complimented.
"Please, I know you're used to bigger, more eccentric and modern places." He said and walked right past me into, what I assumed was, the kitchen.
He was right, I was used to bigger houses, but that was no patronisation to his home. His home was lovely.
I didn't get too much time to look around before Roman called me into the kitchen. As I walked in, textbooks and sheets of paper were stacked onto the table with pens, pencils, rulers, and other school equipment I had never seen before in my life. Jesus, help me now.
"Mrs Sanders gave me a list in all the subjects you're failing at." He said bluntly as he sat down at the dining table. "I've took the liberty of making us a schedule." A schedule?
"For what?"
"If you ask me that question again, you can leave." Geez, way to be a welcomer. "It goes through what we'll be doing in each different session. We'll have five different sessions a week, you can decide when you're free and tell me. Each session can last from one hour to two, dependant on how badly you need help."
"I'm sorry, you want me to spend five days of my week in tutoring? Not going to happen." What about my social life? Urgh, this was fucking stupid.
"If you keep complaining, I will tell Mrs Sanders that I'm not interested in helping you." Son of a fucking bitch. I needed him to tutor me.
"Give me the fucking sheet." I grumbled and he handed it over. I snatched it out of his hands and skimmed through. All times were pretty much free except for lesson times in school and Tuesday and Friday after school.
"What's on Tuesdays and Fridays?" I asked. Roman looked up emotionless.
"That's not any of your business." Rude.
"I have cheer practice on Tuesdays and Fridays so that's fine." Thank god for that because if I had to miss cheer practice for stupid tutoring, I would jump headfirst off Niagara Falls.
"You don't have to fill out the times now but if you get it to me by the end of the week, I'll get a schedule sorted out. Having a routine should make your mind work better." Mind work better. Gee thanks.
"So, what are we starting with today?" I dropped my bag to the side and sat down opposite him.
"Your worst grade is in Statistics, so we'll start with that." Great. Joy. "I talked to your Statistics teacher to see what you're studying –"
"Why couldn't you have asked me?" great, now my Statistics teacher knows I'm getting tutored by Roman.
"Because apparently you are constantly absent from the class so how could you have known?" fuck, he had a point. I fucking hated Statistics.
"Fine." I huffed. "Let's just get this over with." I pulled out a notebook. Roman passed me a textbook and I already wanted to throw it in his face.
Almost two hours later, he was marking a stupid test he made me do after repeatedly going through several different mathematical techniques. My phone went off crazily the whole time throughout and I kept checking to see who was texting me. It was Rya going on about something Christopher Knowles did in Biology class.
Roman sighed after marking the test and dropped down his pen.
"Well?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
I watched him rub his temples and close his eyes. "Well, you can really tell that you don't go to Statistics class."
I snatched the paper from him and stared back at the number written in red ink. Out of twenty I got... two. A two?! A fucking two! What the hell?!
"I thought you were supposed to be a good tutor!" I had spent almost two whole hours constantly studying and going over stuff with Roman, half the time I didn't even know what he was talking about, but I still tried. And I ended up with a two. Just perfect.
"Would you calm down?!" Roman snatched the paper back. "I'm wasn't expecting you to even get one, so consider a two a good thing."
"I thought you were supposed to help me excel!"
"I never promised to make you excel, Sienna. And besides, this is your first tutoring session, it takes time to learn and remember things, let alone get them right." He explained but I wasn't taking it.
"What d'you mean you never promised me to excel? You're supposed to be one of the smartest kids in school?!"
"Sienna, you're failing. Not getting low grades but failing. It's easy to bring a C average student to an A, but not an F-D average student to an A. I'm not superman here." What he was saying, was that I was too dumb to ever be decently smart. He was just trying to do it nicely. But I knew fakes and liars better than anyone.
"Whatever. The session's over now, right?" Roman looked at the clock on his kitchen wall and nodded. It was almost seven o'clock. I had told my mom I'd be late for dinner anyways. "Good." I packed up my bag as Roman cleared the dining table of all school stuff. I wanted that shit out of my sight and never to be seen again despite the fact that I knew I had to soon.
I walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Damn, this couch was surprisingly comfy. Roman walked back in and narrowed his eyes to where I was.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing." Has he seriously forgotten?
"Sitting on my couch?"
I shook my head and patted the space next to me. "It's my turn." The realisation suddenly lit in Roman's eyes and a redness climbed up his neck.
"O-Oh."
I chuckled at his sudden switch in demeanour. He was now out of his element and into mine and the shy, awkward, innocent teenage boy leaked through his previous serious and stern front.
"I'm not going to bite. Not yet at least." I chuckled again and patted the spot next to me on the sofa. Roman, slightly alarmed at my comment, rubbed the back of his neck.
"Shouldn't... shouldn't we go upstairs if we're gonna... I-I'd rather not ruin my mom's couch –"
"I'm not going to have sex with you, Roman." I cut him off before he caused himself further embarrassment.
"O-Oh... why?" did he really think I was going to hop into bed with a guy I'm pretty sure hasn't even kissed a girl? I knew he believed I was dumb, which I was... academically, not common sense wise.
"Just sit." I sighed. Roman took his place next to me, his hands nervously fumbling in his lap. Has he ever been this close to a girl before? "Have you ever kissed a girl?" he looked back at me and widened his eyes.
"Erm... I... I guess –" I held up my hand to stop his annoying stuttering.
"I'm taking that as a no." he looked up at me and sheepishly nodded. "There's a lot more to sex than just sticking your stick inside a girl. I mean, sure, a lot of guys go about it like that but if you want to be a sex god, you have to know and perfect so much more."
Roman gulped. "How much more?"
"Kissing, for example. If you're a good kisser, you can easily take a girl's breath away and she can only assume that the earth shattering kiss your giving her is only half the talent you have in bed. Trust me on that."
"But how can I be good at kissing a girl if I've never kissed one before?"
"That's why I'm here." I gave a reassuring smile. "Today, I'm going to teach you how to kiss."
"You mean, kiss... kiss you?"
I nodded. "Would you like to kiss your calculator instead?" I wouldn't be surprised if he answered 'yes'.
"N-No. I just... I just don't know if it's a good idea because you're quite experienced and I'm seriously not, a-and I don't really know you that well so I don't know if you could be carrying a disease or something, plus I haven't had a chance to brush my teeth again or take a mint and I don't really want my first kiss to be –"
I pressed my lips to his for the smallest second and he jumped back off the couch.
"What the hell?!" he exclaimed.
"You wouldn't shut up." I rolled my eyes.
"You just kissed me without my permission!" Oh, he wasn't serious, was he?
"Oh c'mon! That was preschool!" it was a peck, not even that. "And what did you think was gonna happen when you agreed to this deal? Were you ever going to let me kiss you or were you just going to ramble the whole time?" he was about to answer but stopped when he knew I was right.
"If it makes you feel any better, my first peck was with some boy in First Grade and he got boggers all over my left cheek. Be grateful I didn't give you that."
He laughed, clearly calmer now. "If it really freaked you out, then I'm sorry. I just didn't think it would have been that big of a deal, but if it was to you –"
"It wasn't." he interjected and shook his head. "Sorry, I-I was just surprised. I didn't mean to shout."
"It's okay." I smiled softly and patted the space next to me for him to sit back down. He did. Once he was settled and his demeanour was much more relaxed, he then spoke.
"Was it okay?" don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh.
"You mean the millisecond my lips touched yours? Earth shattering."
He laughed at my sarcasm and ran a hand over his beanie. We stayed silent for a few minutes before I decided to speak again. "I'm going to kiss you again, and it's going to be longer." Roman turned to me and nodded slowly. "I need you to relax."
I shifted in my seat and so did he, so we were now facing one another. Gradually, I leaned in closer, feeling his rapid, hot breath brush over the tip of my nose and cheeks. Suddenly, I felt slightly nervous. It had been a long time since I had simply kissed a guy. No tongue, no groping. It felt strangely intimate.
"It's so quiet." Roman muttered, his lips inches from mine.
"Do you have a speaker?" I muttered back, my eyes flickering to his lips, they looked larger and softer than I thought, but, then again, I had never seen him so close.
He nodded and I got up, grabbing my phone, and walking to the mantle where he directed the speaker was.
The soft tunes of Lana Del Ray's voice echoed across the living room. It was a song called 'Fuck it I love you'. Not necessarily the vibe I wanted but the softness was perfect for making out, especially in Roman's case, and it was favourite of mine.
"My sister listens to Lana Del Ray." Roman commented as I turned back.
"You have a sister?"
"Yeah, she's fifteen."
"I didn't know that." I walked back to sit next to him.
"Not many people do." Not a lot people paid a lot of attention to Roman, so for him to tell someone he had a sister must've been an uncommon occurrence. I looked closer to his face before my eyes flickered to his lips. I needed to get used to the sight of them if I was going to kiss them more.
"I'm going to kiss you now." I said and Roman didn't move. I pressed my lips to his and felt his breath hitch, he was nervous, this had never happened to him before. The softness of his lips sank into mine and, shockingly, it wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be. However, his nervousness made him completely unresponsive.
I pulled back after a few seconds, but not so far that I sat up straight. "Now I want you to react back."
"How?"
"The way I kissed you, do that back to me if that makes any sense." It didn't really and he was obviously confused. "If you relax a little more, your body will take a natural response. Like a reflex." I knew he knew what reflexes were from Biology.
"O-Okay." He stuttered and nodded. I did the exact same thing I did before, but this time parted my lips a little so Roman could have space to react. I could sense his anxiety decrease and the warmness of his lips connect perfectly with mine. He was a quick learner. At least it wasn't so bad that I felt repelled. I could do this.
I pulled back. "That was good. I take it you're more of a visual learner?"
"I guess when it comes to physical things." He shrugged. That made sense. I didn't know anyone that learnt to play football from a textbook.
"Are you okay to move on?" he nodded. "Okay, this isn't a make-out make-out, but consider it the middle school version of a make-out, okay?"
"Okay." He was getting more comfortable with the idea now.
"We're going to do exactly what we just did, but this time, every few seconds, we'll pull slightly apart, tilt our heads to the left and then kiss again for a few seconds and then pull apart slightly and tilt our heads to the right. We'll just keep repeating that until you get the hang of it, cool?" he nodded.
He must've seen movies where they do this. It was always at the big climatic scene at the end where they confess their feelings for each other and they kiss, preferably in the rain.
This time I was much slower. I let my eyes linger on his lips and allowed him to do the same before we gradually leaned in.
Our lips captured each other, and the softness of their friction caused them to work together perfectly. He must've seen this in the movies before because he knew exactly what he was doing. Although, his hands remained by his sides which only led me to assume he was concentrating too much on getting it right. Not thinking, I took one of his hands and placed it on my midback.
His large fingers splayed across my skin; the thin material of my T-shirt meant that his unfamiliar touch send tingles down my spine.
I couldn't quite catch the taste of his breath, but small fragments of apple juice brushed my senses like tender waves kissing the rich grains of golden sand.
His hand on my back got firmer as it used pressure to press my body closer. He was getting good at this. A natural instinct to open my mouth kicked it so we could take this further, but just as I was to take it to a whole other level, the loud, blaring rings of my phone crashed over the soft music and immediately pulled me away from him.
I scrambled into my bag to pull out my phone, only to see Rya's contact name. I was thankful. If we weren't interrupted, I would've gone to places Roman wouldn't have been ready for. Tongue was a whole different game.
"I need to –"
"Yeah." Roman understood and let me answer the phone, his cheeks were flushed and his hands shook a little as he straightened out his top.
"What?" I answered to listen to Rya's full rage.
"Guess what Christopher did!" was the first thing she said, I tried to guess but she cut me off. "You know how I had the whole Drama Club's favour to vote me in for Best Student in the yearbook?" oh here we go again. "Well, turns out Christopher is now sleeping with the lead in their production and has been telling them that I contracted herpes in sophomore year! Fucking herpes! Who the hell says that?! Now I've not only lost their votes but they're all voting for him instead!"
"Woah, calm down. Are you sure about this?" I whispered, trying not to let Roman hear.
"Yes! My life is utterly ruined! Ruined I tell you!" I rolled my eyes. And Rya said I was the dramatic one.
"Okay, I'll be over in fifteen."
"Hurry!" she cried before hanging up. Oh God, how as I going to fix this? I thought giving Christopher worries about Leah would take his attention off the constant competition with Rya. What would stop this boy?
"I have to go." I told Roman.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, just girl drama." I sighed. "I'll see you next time."
"Okay, just give me the schedule the next time you see me." He replied.
"Okay." Was all I said before I left.