#004 Michelle the Florida Art Student (Part 1)
Michelle is struggling with too many school assignments. Her friend offers to help her, and she skillfully takes advantage. While her friend does her homework, she gets up to other things...
Note: This is a real story with real events, but the names have been changed and personal identifying information is always redacted in audio recordings and screenshots.
Warning: This is just a kink, and the content is meant for pleasure. If you are distressed, stop reading and seek help.
Michelle is a black girl from Florida who studies art in college. She paints and is not terribly bad at it from the work she showed me. She has one of those pairs of eyes that seem to always be doubting you in some way or other if she sets them on you. She has frizzy hair, caramel skin, prominent lips, and well-endowed breasts, all features she takes from her Caribbean ancestry. As an art student, her fashion is always on point.
I met Michelle online when she was 21, at a time of her life when she was struggling with school. Personal circumstances had driven her to take a few semesters off, circumstances she preferred to keep private. She also complained of being inundated with homework at school, which brought her a load of unnecessary stress. When she told me this, I said I could help her with school work if she ever needed it. She declined the request at the time, but it was only because she was out of school. Something attracted me to the idea of doing Michelle’s homework for her, which would free up time for her to do things that were more enjoyable than the drudgery of school assignments, but I didn’t think about it much at the time.
She complained of how expensive it was to live in Florida, which was the main reason she still lived with her parents, even though she would have much preferred to move out. I joked with her that she should open an OnlyFans and post videos of her painting in revealing outfits. She laughed at the suggestions, and even entertained it half-seriously. “Would you subscribe?” She said, asking me to support her.
I asked her about the sugar baby culture in Florida, and she told me that it was indeed prevalent. The reason she didn’t want to be a sugar baby is that she didn’t want to “give any sugar”. In other words, her ideal arrangement in such a situation would be to have someone paying her without any exchange of sexual favors. She told me that such an arrangement would be impossible to find, and that was why she didn’t bother looking for it.
I suggested jokingly that instead of getting a sugar daddy, she could become a camgirl. She laughed and shared with me that she’d been a camgirl for a month when she was 18. She had met some guy on Tinder who told her he ran a camgirl business. The idea was that she would “talk” to lonely old men on Skype calls. She made $2000 for the guy she worked for, but due to the arrangement she had with him, she only made $900 from the total, which is not even half. After a month, she decided it wasn’t worth her time and effort. She could have obviously made a lot of money on her own in that business without the need of a middleman, but like a lot of girls who pursue online sex work, she simply lacked the motivation and didn’t have the mind for business.
By the time she was back to school, she was drowning in assignments again. She texted me out of the blue asking me if I do homework. I was surprised she remembered that I told her I could help her with that. She was unsure of what kind of help I was ready to provide, so I told her I was just bored and ready to help her with the actual homework, not with tutoring or anything else. She immediately asked me what subjects I was good at, and I asked her to call me so I could talk to her about it on the phone rather than through texts.
I couldn’t believe Michelle was actually asking me for assistance with her school work. I never thought it would happen because she had declined my initial offer to help when she was out of school. She showed me her math homework first, and I helped her with the questions. It was quite easy. She didn’t seem too bothered to understand the subject matter, and she just accepted the answers I provided. She was much more interested in doing art than math.
Then, Michelle complained of having to do another assignment, a much more demanding one than the math questions. She made it sound as if she wasn’t expecting me to help her with it, as if I wouldn’t accept doing it, but this only made me curious to know more about it. She told me the assignment was in art history, and consisted in writing an essay on the paintings from the “Tomb-Chapel of Nebamun”. I had no idea what it was about, but a quick search on the internet revealed that Nebamun was an ancient Egyptian official in whose tomb a number of famous paintings were found and taken to the British Museum in London in the 19th century. Michelle told me she’d been procrastinating and the essay of 1500 words was due by the end of the week, so she had only a few days to write it.
I was enticed to help Michelle, and I suppose she wanted me to help her with it. Rather than directly asking me for help, she skillfully brought up the essay and talked about it in a way she knew would entice me to help her. She played the part of the girl who didn’t want to burden me with such a tricky assignment, and in the end I was made to be the one asking something from her: asking her to let me help her with it, in whatever way was possible. She was a skillful manipulator.
The idea enticed me erotically. I was aroused at the thought of doing favors for Michelle, with no expectation of anything in return. The fact that she didn’t even think to ask me if I was expecting something in return made the whole thing more erotic. She simply accepted the fact that I would help her with her homework, as if it wasn’t anything too unusual. The more daunting the homework assignment appeared, the more erotically appealing the idea of doing it for Michelle seemed to me, and a 1500-word essay is no easy task, especially when you have no idea what it’s about. I told her I would write as much as I could of the essay for her, so she could complete it on her own in the remainder of the week. She agreed and told me she’d text me the subject of the essay later.
Two days passed, and on the night of Thursday to Friday, she finally texted me the title, and we briefly called on the phone at 1 AM for her to explain exactly what she expected in the essay. She quickly hung up after giving me all the information, and by the time I set to work, starting with some basic research on the subject, I was hard as a rock. About 20 minutes in, I had already written 500 words, a third of the required length. There were a number of difficulties in the task. The first was writing in a way that didn’t plagiarize any of the sources I found on Google. The second difficulty was finding ample material to fill the 1500 word requirement. The writing was easy at first but the more I wrote, the more difficult it became to find pertinent things to include. The third difficulty was trying to complete the task at such a late hour of the night. The fourth difficulty was doing all this in a state of sexual arousal with a raging erection.
I wrote 768 words in under an hour, and sent it to Michelle on the understanding that she would complete it in those three days before submitting it on Sunday night. We had another brief call and she thanked me in the most unenthusiastically sounding way possible. Her attitude only aroused me more. She didn’t know the nature of my interest in helping her with her homework, and I suppose she simply assumed I was one of those weird people who are predisposed to helping others without any motivation behind it.
It was very late at night and Michelle was still up, so I asked her what she was doing while I was writing her essay for her. She quickly dismissed the question and told me that a friend of hers called her because “he needed to talk about something”. Her dismissiveness and the fact that she referred to her friend as “he” made me think of all the possibilities of the nature of that phone call she had with her guy friend while I was doing her homework.
The day after, Michelle texted me again. “Hey weirdo,” she wrote. I was shocked and enthralled at the same time. She seemed not only to think I was a weirdo, but she dared call me it. I laughed it off and she told me she was just messing around. I did admit to her that the whole situation was weird, and I felt like telling her the real reason behind my interest in doing her homework. I thought that the work was already done, and so there couldn’t be any harm from sharing with her the truth. I told her it turned me on to do things for girls. She said it was sweet but strange, and I brushed it off as a weird kink. Fortunately, she didn’t get caught up about it.
Michelle thanked me again for my help, and after a few minutes of silence, she texted me: “So I can hit you up for help anytime?”. She seemed to have thought this over in her head, especially after I told her the truth about doing her homework. She had realized that it was a situation she could take advantage of, by making it a regular thing to ask me to do her homework. I could only guess what was going on in her mind. I agreed without sounding too eager, and she told me she just wanted to pass her classes and didn’t really care for most of what she was studying.
Exactly five hours later, at 3:21 AM, Michelle texted me again asking me if I was busy. I told her I was about to sleep. It was a Friday night and I had stayed up late. I asked her why she texted me and she didn’t want to say it at first but I insisted. She told me she needed homework help, implying that it was something we could do together, but then she added that she was tired. The implication was that she would excuse herself due to her fatigue, letting me do the homework on my own. I understood what she was saying. She told me she needed help finishing her essay. I accepted to do it, and I was even ready to stay up an extra hour to finish it that night, but she told me she’d send it the day after.
On Saturday night, she sent me the new version of the text. She had barely added 100 words and needed me to write the rest. In effect, I would end up doing the entire homework. She told me it was due on Sunday, so I had little time. I took the opportunity to tell Michelle that if she liked she could just tell me to do her homework, without being too nice about asking. I thought it would arouse me with a greater degree of magnitude if she just demanded I write the essay instead of politely asking for it. My intention was not to make her do it in the moment. It was simply to plant the seed for future demands. She laughed and said that it sounded too mean and that she liked talking to me. We weren’t really doing much talking, so what she meant was that she liked it when I did her homework.
I finished the essay in 30 minutes and sent it to her, again researching ancient Egypt in a state of erotic arousal. She thanked me and stopped texting. I texted her 12 days later, asking her how her assignment was, and she claimed she hadn’t finished it. I found it confusing because I knew I wrote the entire essay for her, exactly 1502 words, but she claimed it was incomplete without explaining what the problem was. I wondered if Michelle was somehow cunningly trying to make me feel bad about doing her homework, so that I would be even more inclined to help her in the future. The day after, on April 16, Michelle texted me: “So I need 500 words on the artwork ‘Empress Theodora and her Retinue’. It’s due on the 18th.” She wasn’t asking politely this time.
omg this is so awesome cant wait for part 2 !!