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I applied pressure,
squeezing firmly as I worked up and down his length. It felt so solid
in my hand, so strong. Mustering up all of my knowledge from porns I
had watched, I began jacking him off faster, pumping his length until
I saw the first drop of pre-come staining through the thin material
of my panties. I grinned then, knowing I had him.

“
Would
you like me to turn up the heat?” I asked, feeling all
seductive woman.

He nodded, looking
more wanton than ever before.

My cheeks blushed as
I dipped my head, flicking my tongue across the stain of pre-come. He
tasted salty and delicious and all man. I groaned as I rubbed my lips
across his glans, and I swear I felt his cock get even bigger.
Already, his breathing was becoming unsteady. What poise and
professionalism still remained was lost when my lips slid over the
head, taking it into my mouth. He groaned then, and my clit throbbed
in sync with his pleasure.

I was so lost in the
moment that I was only just now realizing this was the first time I
had taken a man into my mouth. Sure, my panties were between us, but
he might as well have been naked. I could feel his smooth skin
beneath the flimsy fabric of my underwear, feel the firmness of his
cock. My mouth sunk down as far on his shaft as the underwear would
allow without actually touching him, and I moaned as I began to suck,
bobbing my head up and down. The scent of his manhood was
intoxicating, and the taste of him was like an aphrodisiac. Despite
the scope of the lesson, I sneaked a hand between my legs, rubbing
myself while I continued to work on him. I could feel the waves
rolling in, my body's sensitivity about to drive me over the edge.
Just when the peak was about to arrive, it was pulled away from me by
Damien's voice.

“
I'm
going to,” he warned, and it was all I needed to know to back
away. As if I was afraid of the torrent, I abandoned his cock,
scooting back just in time to see his member shooting onto my
panties. The thick white liquid bubbled up through the fabric,
soaking my underwear. My clit throbbed wantonly at the sight of it,
wishing he had come inside of me, wanting to be his little cream pie.

I sat back, feeling
more seductive than I ever had in my entire life, with my legs spread
and pussy exposed for him to see while his orgasm played out. He
tilted his head, breathing heavily, a hand on his cock, milking the
last drops onto my already saturated underwear.

When
he finally looked back down at me, he grinned and let out a short
laugh.
“
That was
unexpected.”

“
That
was amazing,” I replied.

“
Now
for your reward.”

My eyes grew wide as
he tossed my underwear aside and stood over me like a sexual Adonis.
His cock flopped between his legs, though it had lost some of its
rigidness.

“
Get
on the bed, on your back,” he ordered, and I was quick to
oblige, wondering what would happen next.
Please
fuck me. Please,
I
silently begged.
I
need it so bad—want you inside of me so bad.

My imagination ran
wild with thoughts of him crawling on top of me, mounting me
forcefully, his cock thrusting through my pain threshold to my sweet
center. I was never more ready for it in all my life. Whatever
reservation I had before was completely gone. All that mattered was
my pleasure.

Damien
followed me up onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.
He's
going to do it,
I realized.
He's
finally going to fuck me.
My
body was on sensation overload. Every fiber of my being screamed in
triumphant victory. This was going to be the best reward of all,
Damien Reed between my legs.

He put his hands on
my knees, bowing them out to the sides. Then he crawled back a bit,
taking my hope with him. My head shot off the bed, craning to see
what he was doing, then it fell back in a loud moan when his face
dipped between my legs and I felt his mouth blow warm air against my
damp parts. Before I had time to think or object, his tongue was
flicking to tap my clit. I cried out in ecstasy, relaxing as his
mouth closed in for the kill, licking on my sensitive pink folds. It
felt absolutely exquisite. Had I known that having a man's face
between my legs could bring so much pleasure, I would have let one
eat me out years ago.

For the next few
minutes, my mouth was a permanent O. Damien's tongue invaded my
tunnel, licking up my wetness. Then he'd tease and massage my clit.
His skill with cunnilingus was undeniable. He knew just how much to
do until I was almost dragged under by a wave of pleasure, only to
let me catch a breath before he started the assault again. I tried to
hang on for as long as I could, never wanting the oral excursion to
end, but my bodily control wasn't as strong as his, and when he went
to flick his tongue across my sensitive nub a final time, I imploded
with my orgasm, the intensity of which was so great that I actually
saw stars. I gasped as the contractions rolled through me almost
violently, curling my toes and clawing at the comforter beneath us.
Damien Reed between my legs was heaven on earth. If his oral sex felt
this good, I couldn't even imagine how his cock would feel, and I so
hoped that was what was coming next.

He emerged
breathless, my juices glistening on his lips, which he quickly licked
clean. I wanted to grab him by the hair and crush him to me for a
heated kiss, but I was too exhausted to move, doing my best to send
mental signals for him to come down to me. We must not have been in
sync though, because he simply knelt between my legs, stuffing his
cock back in his pants and zipping up.

I
scowled internally.
No. Wrong. You're supposed to be taking
more clothes off, not putting them back on. Why can't you get naked
like me? I'm naked. Naked is good. You should get naked too.

By the time I
finished my internal monologue, he was already crawling off of the
bed, returning to his clipboard to make notes while he caught his
breath. I laid there, stunned, trying to process everything that had
just happened. This was my first sexual experience, I realized. My
first true honest to God sexual experience. His cock had been in my
mouth, and his mouth had been on my cunt. And how amazingly good it
had all felt. I wanted more. So much more.

Boldly, I rolled
onto my side, propping my head up on my hand to ask, “When are
we going to have sex?”

His body stiffened
for a moment, as if the question caught him off-guard. “We're
not.”

“
What?”
This had to be a mistake. He couldn't possibly have done all of that
to me and then not have plans to have sex. It just . . . wasn't fair.

“
We're
not going to have sex,” he repeated, and then sat with the
clipboard to finish jotting down his notes.

“
Why
not?” I frowned, not bothering to hide it.

“
Because
you're a virgin, and I don't have sex with virgins.” He kept
looking down at the clipboard, and I couldn't help but think he was
avoiding my eyes.

“
What
if I'm willing? I mean, what if I want to?”

“
It
doesn't matter.” He finally looked up at me, his expression
serious and emotionless as always. “I know you might think this
is what you want, but it's really not. You're just aroused right
now.”

“
But
it is what I want,” I insisted.

“
Your
first time should be with someone you love.”

“
Ha!
We just did all this, and now you're getting on a moral high horse.”
I threw my legs over the bed angrily, grabbing my clothing and
jerking them back on.

“
Cheyenne,”
he sighed. “It's not a moral issue, it's a psychological one.”

“
How
so?”

“
I
know a lot of girls. The ones who regret their first time are almost
always the ones who don't have it with someone special.”

“
You
are special to me. I thought you would have figured that out by now,”
I blurted the words out and then instantly regretted them. Now I
sounded like a lovesick stalker. He probably wouldn't want me to come
back.

Damien's voice
softened. “I just . . . don't want you to regret it. I'm sorry,
but I'm not budging on this.”

I was screaming on
the inside.
Then what is the point of these stupid lessons? Were
you just trying to seduce me and make me want you more? If that was
the case, then you're an absolutely cruel and horrible monster.

It wasn't true
though, and I knew it. To him, this was all professional. Strictly
professional.

It took everything
in me to calm myself, realizing I had overreacted. Part of me knew I
should leave and never come back, but I was so addicted to him. I
couldn't stand the thought of giving up our one-on-one sessions, of
not being intimately close to him. Even if I couldn't have him, I
could pretend. It wasn't healthy but . . . but. Ugh, I was such an
emotional mess.

“
So,
what if I wasn't a virgin?” I asked, wrapping my arms around
myself as if I felt like I had just been violated. Even if he didn't
deserve it, I wanted him to feel guilty. He led me on in a sense . .
. kinda.

“
Then
you would have lied to me, and I wouldn't be very happy about it.”
He scowled.

I sighed, “I
didn't lie. I'm just saying . . . well, what if I wasn't a virgin?
Like, what if, at some point during our lessons, I had sex with
someone else? Would you feel differently about having sex with me?”

He quirked an
eyebrow, giving me a strange look. “I don't have sex with women
in relationships either.”

This was pointless.
The only thing I could gather was that he didn't want to have sex
with me at all, which was absolutely soul crushing. Maybe these
lessons were a bad idea. Sure, he had given me more pleasure in one
afternoon than I had experienced in my entire life, but was it really
worth it for the emotional roller coaster I had to ride?

I left Damien Reed's
house with an empty aching between my legs and a frown on my face.
That night, I cried myself to sleep, though I wasn't sure why. It was
my fault, really, for making things into more than what they were.
Damien was my teacher, and I was his student, that was all. There
would never be a romantic relationship between us.

Why he had invited
me to take his kinky lessons, I didn't know. Perhaps it was out of
guilt for what had happened in his classroom. I was beginning to wish
he hadn't felt so damn guilty though.

FORCED TO WATCH

Monday came, and
classes went on as normal. Well, normal for every class except for
Art Appreciation. I watched Damien Reed like a hawk. He regarded me
no differently than he ever had, and it was beginning to drive me a
bit crazy. How could he pretend that nothing had gone on between
us—that nothing was going on between us? Because there was
nothing going on between us. I was just blowing things out of
proportion again.

I scowled into my
textbook, feeling oddly lonely. This was all too much for me to
handle. I needed someone to confide in, but I couldn't risk getting
Damien in trouble. As much as I was emotionally torn by these
lessons, I didn't want them to stop. The thought of not being able to
see Damien on a personal level was painful to me, perhaps because I
knew he would likely replace me with another student.

When school was
over, I called up Tanya to meet me at our local hangout. I munched on
a salad absentmindedly while she instantly went into a spiel about
this new guy she was seeing. It wasn't uncommon for her to sleep with
the same guy several times until she got bored with him, but the way
she was talking about this guy was different.

“
Oh,
Chey. He's so mature and romantic. Not like all those other guys,”
she gushed. “He wants to take me out to a fancy restaurant this
weekend and then take me home to meet his parents.”

“
Ut
oh.” I tried to force myself to grin. “If he wants you to
meet his parents, then it must be serious. Are you going to go?”

“
I
don't know. I'm kind of worried things are moving a little too fast,
but I don't want to screw this up by telling him I'm not ready, you
know?”