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Besides, I didn't
bleed when I stuck the pen inside me either, so I just assumed I
wasn't going to bleed after sex.

We were both messy,
but I wanted to get home. The euphoria of the moment was wearing off,
and I remembered where I was at, in a dirty bedroom on a filthy bed.
All I wanted was to go home and take a shower in my own clean
bathroom.

“
Maybe
some other time, stud,” I told him as I sat up to start getting
dressed.

“
So.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you feel any different
about me?”

“
Yeah.”
I nodded. “I think I do. But I still need a few days to mull
over everything that's happened. I'll keep in touch.”

“
Promise?”
his voice sounded desperate, as if he expected to be abandoned again.

“
I
promise.” I smiled warmly at him before standing to give him a
kiss on the cheek and walk myself out.

“
When
will you call me?”

“
Soon,”
I told him, and then disappeared out the door.

The entire drive
home, I felt stupidly happy. Chase had been perfect. Maybe his
apartment sucked, but he had been absolutely kind and gentle and
sweet. Everything a real man should be. Damien Reed could take some
lessons from him.

Damien Reed. Why was
I still even thinking about that guy? It was obvious we didn't want
the same thing. He was just being . . . Well, to be honest, I wasn't
sure what he was being, but I was starting to feel like he wasn't
good for me.

A TASTE OF HER
OWN MEDICINE

I wasn't sure
exactly why I sent Damien Reed that video of Chase and I having sex.
Maybe I wanted to see how he would react. The guy was so cool and put
together that nothing ever seemed to faze him. This would probably be
no different.

Perhaps I wanted to
show him that I wasn't an innocent virgin anymore. He said he didn't
sleep with virgins or girls who were in relationships. Now, neither
of those things applied to me.

Don't get me wrong.
I did feel a bit guilty after I sent the video, sick to my stomach,
even. I knew Damien wouldn't show it to anyone else, but still, it
somehow felt vindictive to do it, and like a breach of Chase's trust.
He hadn't asked me if I planned to show it to anyone, but surely he
had to assume that at least Tanya would see it.

I sent the video on
Thursday night, and on Friday, I was surprised when I did get a
reaction from Damien Reed. Maybe I was over thinking things, over
analyzing his expression, but I was almost certain that every time he
looked at me during Art Appreciation class, he seemed disapproving.
His brown eyes were darker somehow, his serious expression laced with
discontent. It served him right for denying me, I thought proudly. He
was nothing to me anyway. Nothing but my teacher, our relationship,
strictly platonic.

I went to his house
on Saturday, curious about what he'd have to say about the video, but
half hoping he wouldn't say anything at all. That would be one
awkward conversation I didn't want to have, even if I had set myself
up for it.

He greeted me with
the same professional poise as always, opening the door for me to
step inside. Instead of taking me to the classroom, Damien led me
into his living room and sat me down in front of his humongous
big-screen TV. Fear welled up inside of me that we were going to
discuss the video, but I swallowed it, realizing this had probably
been unavoidable.

“
You
seem like you had a rather productive week,” he said.

“
I
did,” I admitted, feeling my body tense in nervousness.

“
Well,
we're not going to do anything too strenuous today. Since you crossed
a pretty big sexual threshold over the week, I thought you might
benefit from a bit of video instruction. The video I'm about to show
you will go over a broad range of sexual positions that you and your
boyfriend can experiment with whenever you're together next.”

“
He's
not my boyfriend,” I pointed out quickly, though I wasn't sure
why it mattered. Part of me wanted Damien to ask questions, to be
curious, but he seemed not to care.

“
Well,
this will be educational for you anyways. I still have a stack of
tests to grade, so I'm going to put this on for you and then go into
my study. If you get thirsty, the kitchen is just around the corner.
I'll come out before the video is over, and we can discuss any
questions you might have.”

I nodded, a bit
disappointed. The pervert in me hoped for another hands-on lesson.
Even though I had slept with Chase, I didn't feel obligated to be
exclusive with him. It was selfish, but I wanted to savor my time
with Damien for a while longer before I quit my lessons and became an
item with Chase.

Damien clicked on
the remote to start the video and then left the room. I settled onto
the couch and watched the screen as the first image displayed. What I
saw caused a flurry of emotions I hadn't been prepared for. Instead
of the couple in the video being a random pair of porno stars, it was
Damien Reed with some blonde girl. My stomach twisted into green
snakes of jealousy, and my entire body heated up with unmerited rage.

That son of a bitch.
How could he do this to me? He knew. He knows I like him. And now
he's making me watch him have sex with someone else.

I shifted in my seat
uncomfortably as the first scene began. They were doing it missionary
style. The girl, whoever she was, had the most blissful expression on
her face. Who wouldn't under Damien Reed?

I hated her. I hated
the both of them, but I couldn't force myself to stop watching. If I
left, my lessons with Damien would be over in a very final way. I
didn't want that, but I didn't think I could sit through an entire
hour of emotional torture watching him fuck other women either.

Desperately, I tried
to focus on something else. Looking away from the TV didn't help much
though, because I could still hear their moans. Well, I could still
hear her moans. Damien was as silent as a grave, but the woman
sounded like she was getting the best fucking ever.

My eyes went back to
the screen, and I tried to concentrate only on Damien. It was the
first time I had ever seen him fully naked. His body was every bit as
fit as I had imagined, though a bit more hairy. He manscaped; that
was obvious. But there was still a fine smattering of dark hair on
his chest and stomach. I usually didn't like hairy men, but it looked
good on him.

Their next position
was cowgirl. I wasn't sure if I was happy or more upset that it was
with the same girl. On one hand, if he had the same partner during
the entire video, I wouldn't feel like he was such a slut. On the
other hand, this girl was probably his girlfriend, which made my
heart ache, for some odd reason.

Damien kept his
hands on her thighs while she rocked her hips, gazing down at him as
if she owned him. The look on her face was so confident, and her
moves were almost flawless. You could tell this wasn't her first
rodeo.

The third position
was reverse cowgirl, and as I watched the woman fuck Damien, I
wondered if the video was old or recent. I studied Damien's face as
best I could. If he was younger in the video, he wasn't much younger.
His hairstyle was the same. His face was the same. But then I looked
at his arms and noticed that the sleeve on his left arm wasn't
complete. The flowers were there, but it was missing the numbers.

Old video.
I
sighed in relief, though it was still painful to watch. The thought
of Damien Reed being with anyone other than me sent uncomfortable
stirrings inside my heart. It was as if what Chase and I had done
together suddenly didn't matter anymore. I wanted Damien so badly
that my lust for him over-road any logic I previously had towards my
relationship with Chase. I felt horribly guilty about it, but I
couldn't change the way I felt, no matter how hard I tried.

By the fourth
position, I was incredibly moody. Now Damien was taking the woman
from behind. His hands were hooked around her hips, and he was
pounding into her. The squeals she made with each thrust sent a
shiver of desire to my mound. I tried to drown the image of the woman
out, to replace her with me instead, on all fours, staring back at
Damien's powerful form while he claimed my pussy. Thinking about it
made me squeeze my legs together, but I couldn't seem to hold onto
the fantasy for long.

The video was
wearing on me, emotionally chipping away at me with each change in
position. By the time the video was halfway over, I could feel my
eyes fighting back tears. Why did I have to want him so badly? Why
was he doing this to me? Surely, he knew it hurt me to watch him with
someone else.

Hot tears streaked
down my face. I silently begged for Damien to come turn the video
off, to end my suffering. What would I do if he came around the
corner though? Would I break out in sobs? And even worse, how would
he react? He was so cold. So very cold.

My mind was filling
so quickly with negativity that I thought I might go crazy from it. I
couldn't handle this anymore, didn't deserve to be tortured like
this. If this was the game that he was going to play with me, then I
wanted out of it. He obviously didn't care about me, so what did it
matter anyway.

Despite the
desperate cries inside my head to stick it out, my body moved of its
own accord, standing and heading towards the door. I tried to stifle
my sniffles as I took long strides, wanting to get out of the house
as quickly as possible

When Damien Reed
returned from his office, I would be gone.

GETTING OVER YOU

After another night
of crying myself to sleep over Damien Reed, I decided he just wasn't
worth it. My after school lessons with him were officially over, and
I would also be dropping Art Appreciation class. As much as I wanted
to think that I was strong enough to see him every day at school, I
knew better.

I spent most of
Sunday moping around the house, trying not to think about the night
before and failing miserably at it. When Chase called to ask if I
wanted to come over, I was more than happy to take up his invitation.
My lesson with Damien Reed would be starting soon, and I needed
something to distract my mind while I didn't attend, otherwise I
might drive myself insane thinking about it.

I was at Chase's
doorstep in less than thirty. There was a strange buzzing on the
other side of the door, and when he opened it, I saw that his hand
was occupied with an electric razor, shaving off his nonexistent
stubble. A grin played across my lips. He was so silly sometimes.

“
Getting
ready for me, stud,” I joked as I pushed past him to flop down
on the sofa.

“
I
haven't shaved in three days,” he told me.

“
You
look like you don't have anything to shave.”

“
Ouch.”

“
That's
a good thing. Hairy guys are gross.” I thought about the thin
layer of hair across Damien's broad chest and tight abdominal
muscles.
Hair
is gross on everyone but him. Somehow, he manages to make it look
very very yummy.

“
Well then,
you're lucky I'm pretty hairless.”

“
Indeed.”

He turned off the
razor and gave me a kiss on the cheek before going to the bathroom to
set the razor in its cradle. I looked at my watch, feeling
uncomfortable. Right about now, I'd be pulling up in Damien Reed's
driveway.

This will never do.
I need something more than chatter to keep my mind occupied.

By the time Chase
rounded the corner, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He gaped at me in
astonishment.

“
Damn,
Chey. You just got here.”

“
I
know. And I can't wait a moment longer.”

“
Was
my sex that good?” He smirked, looking unpleasantly cocky.

“
Um.
Yeah. Can't get enough of the D,” I joked.

“
If
you absolutely can't wait.” He pulled his black T-shirt over
his head, revealing a smooth swimmers build beneath. Chase had always
been active in high school sports, which had kept him in great shape.
I licked my lips at the sight of his washboard abs, feeling an aching
need between my legs. Soon, that amazing body would be rocking on top
of me, driving me to the heights of pleasure. The thought made me
feel stupidly happy.