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“
We're
taking things slow.”

“
You
know I have to meet this guy now.”

“
You
will, eventually,” I lied.

“
He
must be something special if he could get the morally high Cheyenne
Grear naked on the first date.”

“
He
is special.” I smiled. “He's . . . different. Not like
the boys from high school. You were right. College guys are
different.”

“
Well,
not all of them. I've met more duds than studs. I'd say most of them
brought their high school mentality with them,” she huffed in
disgust, and then went on a rant about the various guys she had
talked to who weren't what she considered to be college material.

For the remainder of
our time together, we talked and laughed and joked. My happiness
level was at all-time high thanks to good company, a strangely
heightened level of confidence, and memories of my amazing afternoon
with Damien Reed. I could hardly wait for my next lesson.

As all good things
must come to an end, once we finished eating and ran out of things to
say, Tanya and I parted ways. I laid in bed that night and rubbed out
another one, thinking of the bulge in Damien Reed's pants and all the
naughty things I wanted to do to it. My sexual awakening had begun,
and there would be no stopping it now.

The next day went by
gruelingly slow. It felt like every minute, my mind was fixated on
getting to Damien's house. I even decided to leave early, more out of
impatience than anything else. Hopefully, he wouldn't be upset if I
showed up fifteen or twenty minutes early. Punctuality was better
than lateness, right?

I knocked on the
door, trying not to seem too enthusiastic when he opened it. He
smiled warmly at me, sending the butterflies in my heart into a
flighted frenzy. How could a man look so beautiful when he smiled?

“
Come on in.”
He gestured inside. “We'll head straight back to the classroom
today.”

“
Alright.”
I nodded, waiting for him to close the door and lead the way.

When we were back
inside the classroom, he took a seat in one of the chairs. I could
only assume that he wanted me to sit on the bed, and so I did.

“
How did you
feel about yesterday's lesson?” he asked.

“
I was a bit
nervous at first, but it was fine.”

I found myself
fidgeting, my palms already beginning to sweat. It felt like we were
back to square one. All the confidence I had mustered up the previous
day was gone, and I was silently cowering under the weight of
Damien's dominant eyes.

“
Good. Today,
we're going to get a little more intimate,” he told me.

The word 'intimate'
sent a shock of yearning straight to my clit. There were so many
meanings the word could have. Intimate covered a broad spectrum, from
touching to sex. Was I ready for sex with Damien yet? I thought I
was, but I still wasn't sure. Perhaps I wouldn't truly know until we
got down to it, until his thick cock was nudging against my hole,
threatening to claim me. Just the thought set my body on fire. My
nipples pressed restlessly against my blouse, and I blushed, hoping
he couldn't see them but knowing better.

“
Okay,”
I muttered sheepishly.

“
This is still
an exercise about your self-confidence level and finding out what you
already know.”

I nodded shyly.

“
Have you ever
touched a penis before?”

I shook my head.

It looked like
Damien was about to sigh, but he didn't. “For today's
assignment, I want you to make me come without touching my cock.”

My eyes grew wide in
surprise, my heart drumming faster in my chest. “How am I
supposed to do that? If I can't touch you, then I wouldn't think I'd
be able to stimulate you to that point.”

“
You can touch
me on top of the clothes, just no skin to skin contact. Are you . . .
comfortable with the idea of touching me?”

Oh God, yes. It's
all I dream about. Me touching you. You touching me. Us touching each
other. Your cock touching my. . .
I
felt my clit throb in response, my lower muscles clenching in need of
him.

“
I'm
okay with it,” I admitted. The idea of giving Damien Reed an
orgasm made me more than a little aroused. To see that magnificent
tool spewing out its pleasure juices just for me. My panties were
already growing moist from the thought.

“
If
you can do it, then I'll give you a reward,” he told me, though
his expression didn't make it seem like it would be anything
exciting.

“
What
kind of reward?”

“
There's
really no point in telling you. Since I've been teaching this class,
I've only ever had one student who's been able to do it. Though,
don't get me wrong, there's really no passing or failing. This is
purely for observation.”

I scowled in
disappointment. Why did he bother telling me I would get a reward for
completing this task if it was an impossible one? I didn't doubt for
one minute he was telling the truth. It had taken me forever to give
him an erection. Besides, he had already told me that his body didn't
do things he didn't want it to. That meant he could probably suppress
his orgasm. I would literally have to force it out of him if I wanted
the reward. My lack of experience gave me almost no chance in hell of
that happening.

“
We
can begin whenever you're ready. You have an hour. If you want to
give up before that time, just let me know.”

I won't give up,
I insisted. Besides, if I didn't use
my whole hour, he'd probably send me home early, and I definitely
didn't want that.

“
I'm
ready,” I said, taking a deep breath and trying to gather some
leftover confidence from the night before.

Damien looked at his
wristwatch and marked the time on his clipboard. “Begin,”
he told me, setting the clipboard and pen down and then leaning back
in his chair with his legs spread.

I stood up and
closed the distance between us, towering over him, though my mind was
completely blank as to what I should do to make him come. My first
instinct was to strip, but that hadn't even worked to give him an
erection the day before. What would be the point of doing it now?

We stared at each
other awkwardly for a moment before I began to unbutton my blouse. My
fingers were trembling, not a good indication of self-confidence. In
truth, I felt like I had already lost. More than likely, he wouldn't
even get an erection. . . unless I masturbated for him. But how would
that make him come? It wouldn't.

I
could feel the veins in my forehead bulging with stress. Not very
sexy. In fact, the more I stood there, the less sexy I felt, my
confidence quickly dripping away.
How to make him come? How
to make him come?

I shed my shirt and
bra, then shimmied out of the rest of my clothing until I was naked
before him. Not surprisingly, my exposed flesh did little to entice
the monster in his pants. Whatever bulge was there was all flaccid
man-meat, no more excited than if I was bundled up in ten layers of
clothing.

I sank to my knees,
swallowing hard as I got a closer look at the hot spot between his
legs. In all honesty, I was a bit scared to touch it. My hands had
caressed a clothed cock before, but those had belonged to men who had
their hands all over me—men who actually wanted in my pants.
Their members were stiff for me already, requiring no stimulation
other than holding me in their arms.

Reluctantly, I
reached out my hand, pausing before I let it rest on the heat of his
sex, rubbing back and forth clumsily. To my surprise and excitement,
it wasn't long before I felt it growing, plumping beneath my rigid
fingertips. With only a few minutes of gentle stimulation, Damien
Reed's cock was fully engorged, pressing hard against his jeans. My
clit twitched with satisfaction, my body's own personal reward.

For some reason,
just touching him turned me on. My nipples were taut peaks, rubbing
against the leg of his jeans, my mound a heated mess of wanton
sensation. I wanted to sneak a hand between my legs and give myself a
bit of pleasure, but I needed to focus. Yesterday had been about me.
Today was about him. Or, at least, that's what I told myself. To hear
it from Damien's mouth, today was about me too, but I had my doubts.

I glanced up and saw
that his eyes were hooded, staring down at me with lust. He was
gorgeously desirable, and I longed to hear him moan from my touch.
Almost instinctively, I rubbed harder, feeling the outline of his
stiff manhood beneath my hand. It wasn't until he winced that I knew
to back off a bit, though he never chastised me for my actions.

I rubbed and rubbed
and rubbed, caressing hardened flesh and thick jean alike. This
wasn't working. The material of his jeans stifled the level of
stimulation my hand could give. I needed to come up with another
plan.

My mind searched for
a solution, but nothing seemed good enough. I thought about grinding
my cunt on his cock, but I was worried my wetness might get on his
jeans, and I didn't want to embarrass myself by making a mess. The
only other option I could come up with was taking his jeans off. If
he went commando, I'd be fucked. But if he had boxers or briefs on
underneath, the material wouldn't be so thick, and I'd still be
adhering to the rules.

I bit my bottom lip,
staring at my hand, which was now resting on top of his crotch while
I thought. Taking a deep breath, I decided to go with plan B. I used
both hands to roll his shirt up and then started to unfasten his belt
buckle, glancing up for a moment to make sure he was okay with it.
His expression was deadpan, but at least he didn't say no. Returning
my attention to his jeans, I popped open the button and slowly pulled
down the zipper. When I pushed his fly apart, I saw skin, and almost
before I could draw my hand away, his impressive naked cock was
flopping out to greet me, standing at attention, his slit pointing
straight at my lips. Everything in me wanted to suck it into my
mouth, but that thought was quickly dashed with my frustration.

“
What
am I supposed to do now?” I asked, sitting back on my heels and
stifling the disappointment in my voice.

“
You
tell me,” he said, grinning, as if he knew I had just failed
completely.

“
I
didn't expect you to not be wearing underwear.”

“
And
I didn't expect you to try to pull my cock out, but I planned for it,
none the less.”

“
You
tricky son of a bitch,” I laughed, and then felt my cheeks
growing warm for speaking so boldly.

“
Miss
Grear, I didn't realize you had such a filthy mouth,” he
teased.

I'd like it to get
filthier, I thought, staring down at his erect member. It was even
more beautiful up close in person. Long and veiny, with a nice round
head and a perfect little slit. My mouth hungered to suck it.

“
Do
you give up?” he asked.

“
Never.”
I shook my head defiantly.

For a while, we were
at a stalemate. I stared at his hardened cock, looking completely
lost, and Damien just sat there, slowly beginning to soften, probably
expecting that I would fold at any moment. It made me sad to see the
thick flesh growing flaccid. I longed to make it stiff again. Maybe
if I put my panties on and rubbed my cunt against it.

My panties.

A light bulb went
off inside of my head, and an ear to ear grin spread across my lips.
This wasn't over yet.

I reached over to
grab my purple silk panties, clutching them tightly in my hand. Was
this cheating? I wasn't sure. But if it was, Damien would probably
stop me.

I held the panties
up in front of me and then maneuvered them so that my palm was
completely covered with the butt side. Once they were in place, I
reached my hand around Damien's cock, gripping it firmly and giving
it a few strokes. His entire body tensed, and when I looked up at
him, he no longer seemed in control. I licked my lips, sitting up so
that my breasts were between his legs. The material of the panties
was so thin that it felt like almost nothing at all. Every vein in
his cock bulged beneath my hand, and my body shivered to feel the
smooth silk of his skin beneath my palm. Or maybe that was just the
panties. Whatever it was, it felt good.