Archaeology Tutor

“Are you ready for this test?” Amanda asked as the rest of the class packed up their belongings.

Lara laughed. “Hardly. I find this course dreadfully boring and useless. It’s all theory and history and names. When I registered for an archaeology course I expected a bit more practical experience. I won’t fail the exam, I’m sure, but I don’t intend to do very well.”

Amanda grinned at that, looking a bit mischievous. “You want me to help you study? I need to make a B on this test, and they say teaching is the best way to learn.”

“I don’t know.” The idea didn’t sound very enjoyable to Lara. “I probably won’t spend very much time studying. I have more interesting things to do.”

“Oh, come on! I’ve been wanting to try this teaching style on someone forever, and you’re the only one I feel comfortable doing it with.” Amanda pouted. “I promise it’ll be a lot of fun, and it can’t hurt, right? Just one evening?”

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt.” Lara wasn’t keen on the idea, but she secretly fancied the cheerful, snarky blonde. “My place or yours?”

“Mine. Seven o’ clock tonight?”

“I should be free. See you then.”

***
“Hey Lara,” Amanda greeted her brightly, opening the door to her flat. “Ready to study?”

“If I have to,” the heiress half-joked as she entered. The apartment was sunnily decorated with new-age influences. Lara supposed Eva and Sarah either shared Amanda’s taste in furnishings or else didn’t particularly care for interior design. “I don’t suppose we can drink while we study?”

“No, but I do have something more fun in mind.” Amanda practically skipped over to the couch. “If you’re not too shy, that is.”

“Oh?” Lara raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

“Strip studying. We ask each other questions from the study guide, and for every question you get wrong you have to take off an article of clothing.”

“This is going to be a rather short game then! What happens after I lose all my clothes?”

Amanda grinned even more broadly than she had earlier that day in class. “Then it starts getting fun. Are you up for it? I promise not to do anything that makes you too uncomfortable.”

It only took a moment for Lara’s flustered mind to make a decision. “Alright, but my safe word is ‘safeword’.”

“That’s original,” Amanda teased. “But okay. It’s not like you’re going to need it, probably, but I’m not going to forget what ‘safeword’ means. Put your purse down so we can start.”

She did, and within a few moments Amanda had their study materials ready. There were two copies of the study guide, one with the odd numbers answered and one with the even numbers answered. Lara chose the latter.

“Easy question first,” Amanda said. “Lewis Binford is associated with what type of archaeology?”

“Processual. Or functional, I suppose.” Lara glanced at her sheet. “In a similar vein, who is the founder of post-processual archaeology?”

“Ian Hodder. Who is Christian Thomsen?”

“I honestly have no idea,” Lara admitted. “I think I was daydreaming during that lecture.” Amanda tsked her, and Lara unbuttoned her blouse before sliding it off her arms.

“He was a Danish archaeologist who developed the Three Age System while working at a museum.”

“You see? This is why I detest the course. What is polygenism?”

“The theory that humans descended from multiple sets of ancestors, rather than just one. It is frequently cited in cases of scientific racism to explain why those of African lineage deserved to be slaves,” Amanda recited perfectly. “What is the founder effect?”

“Er, the process of… something… when something is more popular and becomes more popular, and something less popular continues to become less popular?”

Amanda giggled. “Close, but nope. You’re thinking of genetic drift. The founder effect is part of that, but more specifically it’s talking about when a really small group of people go somewhere new, and like, start a colony or something with just those people, you’ll see their genes stop being very different after a couple of generations. Take off your pants.”

“But I haven’t even taken off my trousers yet!” Lara protested, feeling her face warm slightly.

“Oh, oops. I forgot you guys call your underwear ‘pants’. Lose the trousers, then.”

“Where are your flatmates, by the by? They’re not suddenly going to walk in and wonder why a random woman is sitting starkers on your sofa, are they?”

Amanda laughed at the idea. “No worries, they both had some kind of weekend field trip for their marine biology lab. They won’t be back until Sunday afternoon.”

Lara was a little comforted by that. “Alright then. The three waves of archaeology?”

“Structuralism, post-structuralism, and—“ Amanda blinked suddenly. “Uh… Dammit, I know it, I really do… I just made the study guides a bit ago. Structuralism, post-structuralism, and… and…”

“Humanist archaeology,” Lara supplied, trying not to seem too obviously delighted as Amanda took her shirt off. Her breasts were smaller than Lara’s, perhaps a B cup, which was exactly how the Englishwoman liked them.

“Middle range theory?” Amanda asked before Lara could make any remark about her shirtlessness.

“Isn’t that like analogy, when you look at today’s societies and try to use them to figure out past societies?”

“Close enough. It’s about how people used stuff.”

Amanda had been right; this was rather fun. “Who was Claude Levi-Strauss?”

“The inventor of structuralism.”

“And?”

“What do you mean, ‘and?’” Amanda gave Lara a sideways look. “Professor Greyson didn’t say anything else about him. That’s all I wrote.”

“Oh. You’re right.”

Amanda stared at her list for a bit longer. “What is phenomenology?”

“I haven’t got a clue,” Lara said, probably a bit too happily, tossing her braid over her shoulder and taking off her too-structured bra and letting her breasts free of the restraint.

“The objective study of subjective experiences,” Amanda informed her, her eyes lingering on the newly exposed body parts a bit longer than Lara expected. “It’s a part of humanist archaeology.”

“Do cultures evolve?”

“It depends on whether you ask a processual or post-processual archaeologist,” Amanda replied. “A processual archaeologist would probably say yes, but most post-processual archaeologists reject cultural evolution and other grand narratives.”

“This is ridiculous.” Lara rolled her eyes. “Are we really supposed to use this information when we’re out excavating?

“Who cares? We have to learn it before we get to that point. Midwestern Taxonomic Method?”

“I don’t bloody know.”

“It’s an American classification method that sorts artifacts by the number of shared traits they have. It’s kind of an insane, out of control typology method.”

Lara rose and slid her black silk panties down her legs, her heart beating embarrassingly fast. Amanda’s eyes never left her body. “Now what happens? Do we stop studying?”

“No way! It’s just getting fun.” Amanda patted her knee. “But now that you’re naked I get to ask all the questions. Come bend over my lap.”

Her breath catching slightly, Lara obeyed the order. “What sort of questions are you going to ask me?”

“What sort do you think?” Amanda massaged the smooth skin on her naked bottom, sending a little shiver up her spine. “Tell me what we discussed about colonial archaeology in Zimbabwe.”

“Erm, I recall something about King Solomon….”

Amanda spanked her, hard. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

“Ouch, that hurts!” Lara winced. “I don’t remember. I wasn’t paying attention.” She received another hard smack on the bum for that.

“Fine, I’ll give you a quick refresher. Pay attention. When explorers found Great Zimbabwe, they thought it was built by King Solomon or the Queen of Sheba. They named Zimbabwe ‘Rhodesia’ after Cecil Rhodes, and Great Zimbabwe was looted then turned into a tourist site. Even though they found proof of local origins in 1905, archaeologists denied this until 1980.” She ended her recitation with another spanking.

“Ouch! Cecil Rhodes was a colonialist and scientific racist, Zimbabwe was Rhodesia, something about King Solomon again—“ here Amanda smacked her again “—ouch! 1905, 1980, tourists, something.” Another several smacks. “Scientific racism and colonialism is bad, post-processual hippy archaeology is good?” Lara finally cried in desperation, her arse cheeks burning.

Amanda paused. “Post-processual hippy archaeology?” she asked, then burst out laughing. Lara joined her, equally surprised by what she had blurted out under duress. Amanda rested her hand on Lara’s still-tingling arse, her fingers resting comfortably between the part of her legs. Lara inhaled sharply as the fingers gently explored her, quickly becoming quite wet from the lubrication she must have produced while Amanda was spanking her.

“So, you like getting spanked, huh?” Amanda asked, inserting a single, well-lubricated finger inside her.

“No more than any red-blooded female,” she shot back. “Maybe I just happen to like being naked around another woman.”

“I was hoping you swung that way. I knew my gaydar wasn’t broken.”

“I’m not a lesbian,” Lara cautioned her. “At least, not exclusively.”

“What a coincidence, neither am I.” Amanda began massaging the hard bundle of nerves just inside of Lara. “Actually, there’s this guy I kind of like, but he’s from West Point. Sooo far away, right? And anyways, I’m too young and too free a spirit to confine myself to one gender, much less one person.”

It was all rather exciting, doing something so unexpectedly naughty while studying with a friend. Lara found herself grinding gently into Amanda’s thigh while they spoke. “Do you want me to... do anything for you?” she asked finally.

“Why not?” Amanda nudged her off her lap. “I could use a proper study break anyways, you know?” She rose and threw some of the oversized sofa pillows onto the floor.

“What do you have in mind?” Lara asked.

“You, laying on your back on those pillows.” She winked at her. “Go ahead.”

While Lara positioned herself on the cushions, Amanda stripped off the rest of her clothes. Once naked, she gingerly climbed on Lara facing the opposite direction, so that her knees were on either side of Lara’s face. The heiress stretched her neck slightly to lick between Amanda’s legs.

“You’re quite wet yourself,” Lara teased her. “Do you like spanking naked women, then?”

“No more than the next red-blooded woman,” was Amanda’s retort. “Okay, that’s a total lie. When you were like, ‘ouch, that hurts!’ I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I’m a little bit of a sadist.”

She lowered her mouth onto the most sensitive part of Lara’s body and began licking and sucking gently. Lara gasped, a moan escaping her lips, and then realized she should be reciprocating and began licking Amanda eagerly. This was a new position for her, and the simultaneous stimulation of the nerves in both her mouth and her lower regions was positively delicious. She was already nearing a climax from the anticipation of the studying game as well as the spankings.

Amanda suddenly nipped at her skin, drawing a sharp exclamation from Lara. The pain continued and then began on the other side, but it was hardly unpleasant in her state of arousal. “Oh God, Amanda,” she breathed, throwing her head back in near-ecstasy. “Oh God, you’re hurting me…”

She made herself resume pleasuring Amanda, who continued biting her to draw loud moans out of her. Just as Lara began to squirm uncomfortably from the pain, Amanda tensed on top of her and then cried out and began jerking rhythmically. When her orgasm was finished, she sighed in contentment and returned her focus to Lara’s arousal. Lara, for her part, lapped up the wetness from Amanda’s climax, enjoying all of the sensations she was experiencing. Good female friends-with-benefits were so hard to find.

As the excitement built in Lara’s lower stomach, she found her legs twitching as though with electricity and the arches in her feet involuntarily turning in. Amanda’s pace was relentless, almost overwhelming, and it wasn’t long before Lara lost control completely. With a scream that was half-muffled by Amanda’s lower half, she let herself writhe underneath her friend as the pleasure racked her nerves. As she slowly came down from her euphoria, Amanda turned herself around and laid her head on Lara’s chest.

“So, that was pretty fun,” she said, nuzzling Lara’s breast. “Was I right, or was I right?”

“You were right,” Lara panted, stroking Amanda’s slender arms. “Remind me to study with you more often. In fact, I may be up for pulling an ‘all-nighter’ tonight if it means making a good mark on the exam.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Amanda sat up, beaming. “I’ll go make some coffee.”