This choice: Michelle ends up falling asleep during the middle of tutoring her! • Go Back...Chapter #5Michelle's Power Nap by: bobob1   The necessary knowledge flowing through you with ease, you skillfully lead Michelle through her entire textbook, cramming her head full of everything she would possibly need to know. You explained everything carefully and methodically, while still keeping her entertained and engaged. She rewarded you with her irresistibly enrapturing gaze and infection giggle at your humorous attempts to lighten the load on her brain.
Three hours into tutoring, and you were still bouncing with energy. You had fully fallen into your groove, wondering why you had never considered tutoring before if it was going to be this much fun. You were ecstatic that everything was working out, and you got to be in such proximity with one of the nicest and most beautiful girls you had ever met.
However, because of your undying love for knowledge, you hadn’t been paying attention to your client, who had begun to yawn and struggle to keep her eyes open over the last thirty minutes. Not wanting to interrupt her tutor, Michelle had kept her sleepiness to herself, trying valiantly to stay awake. Unfortunately, her exhaustion finally overcame her, and the redhead collapsed onto her desk.
You were in the midst of describing a complicated question when Michelle’s head plopped down onto the desk, the side of her face slapping against her textbook. Her left cheekbone crushed you from the waist down as her head fell onto the textbook, catching you by complete surprise. You were knocked over onto your back, pinned against the page of the book by your now-slumbering giantess client.
“Michelle. Michelle!” You said, growing louder the second time. Your only response was a groggy moan from the titanic girl, and the slightest of stirrings. From your experience with your mother, you could tell that Michelle was a heavy sleeper, especially considering how exhausted she was at the moment.
You felt a bit sad at how oblivious you had been to the clear signs of her exhaustion, and vowed to be more proactive in keeping her needs in check during your future tutoring sessions with her. For the current moment, you gripped at the paper you were lying on and managed to pull your flattened lower body out from under Michelle’s cheek. You gave yourself a minute to reform and then stood up.
Michelle had a blissful expression on her face as she slept, cute, breathy snoring noises escaping from her mouth. You figured your best chance to wake her up would be to yell into her ear. As her head was lying on the book sideways, one ear was inaccessible, meaning you would have to climb up onto her head to reach her only viable ear.
As you approached her head, contemplating the optimal climbing path, you strayed just a bit too close to her mouth, and your arm grazed her soft, plush lip. The unconscious girl responded in turn by clenching her lips tightly around your arm, causing you to cry out in startled panic. You tried to rip your arm free, but Michelle’s lips had dried out a few minutes ago, and you didn’t have enough leverage.
Your screams turned hysterical as a low, happy moan rumbled up from within Michelle, and she began sucking on your arm. Your arm was coated in her warm saliva, and the force of her sucking began to pull you further between her lips, and into the dark cavern of her mouth that lay beyond. You pounded and slapped the sleeping redhead’s lips in a panic, but nothing you did stirred the giantess from her slumber.
With no options left to you, you bit down hard on Michelle’s lower lip, just barely managing to draw a trickle of blood. Michelle groaned audibly, and pushed your arm out of her mouth with her tongue. Her tongue also licked over your body as she pushed you back, coating you in a thick layer of saliva, and momentarily blinding you with the viscous liquid in your eyes.
Delirious, you stumbled backwards, and ended up tumbling right off of the edge of the desk, unaware you had strayed so close to it. Flailing your arms and legs, you fell only a few inches before impacting on the top of Michelle’s left breast, covered by her tasteful blouse. Unfortunately, her jiggly breast bounced you like a trampoline, angling your body right into the small but still appealing cleavage cut of her blouse.
You struggled, but it was useless, as your slippery saliva-coated body slid right between Michelle’s big boobs, vanishing from sight as you fell into the abyss of her cleavage. Michelle’s bra was tight, keeping her breasts firmly together. Almost as soon as you fell into her cleavage, the constricting flesh all around you began to squish you flatter and flatter, and prevented you from falling out from underneath her boobs and further down her shirt.
Tasting blood on her lips, Michelle’s eyes fluttered open and she moaned, rubbing the sore wound. An embarrassed blush flooded her cheeks as she realized she had dozed off during her tutoring session, even though it had only been about five minutes. She was just about to sheepishly apologize to you, and maybe throw in a little flirty kiss to make up for it, when she noticed you had vanished from the desk.
Confused, Michelle looked all over the desk for any trace of you, but obviously found nothing. She checked her textbook, and even checked the reflection of her face in the mirror to see if she had fallen asleep on you. With every move that she made, her tight cleavage jostled and crushed you even more, squashing your miniscule body even flatter. You tried to wiggle or squirm to alert your beautiful captor of your location, but her soft flesh masked all of your attempts.
After a few minutes, Michelle was thoroughly worried about what might have happened to you while she was asleep. She stood up from her desk and put her hands on her hips, glancing all around her bedroom for any sign of her cute little tutor. Little did she know just how close you really were to her.
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