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For the first time
ever, I dreaded the ending of the school day. Every minute that
ticked down, I wish I could rewind so that I wouldn't have to face
Damien Reed. Time didn't stop for me though, and all I could do was
pray that he was a compassionate man. His face always looked so hard
and serious, yet he had given me extra time to finish my art project.
He couldn't possibly be that bad.

When my last class
was over, I wanted to take my time returning to Damien's classroom,
but I knew better. I already pissed him off by taking his pen. Being
late could only make things worse.

When I reached the
Art Appreciation classroom, Damien wasn't inside. Taking a queue from
the last time I had walked into his unlocked empty classroom, I went
straight for his office, knocking gently on the door.

“
Come
in,” said a stern voice.

Now it was time to
put on my Oh God, I'm So Sorry, Don't Expel Me pout. Being cute had
its benefits. Hopefully, I could use my feminine wiles to lessen my
punishment.

Damien was sitting
at his desk, staring up at me with those cold dark eyes. His hands
were steepled atop a short stack of papers, that blasted pen sitting
parallel in front of them.

“
Close
the door and have a seat,” he told me without so much as moving
a muscle.

I swallowed hard,
doing as I was told. Being in the same room alone with him,
surrounded by his presence, wiped my mind completely clean of the
speech I had so meticulously practiced. Now I was all nerves and
fear, afraid to look directly at him, but afraid not to too.

When I was settled,
he picked the pen up, holding it between his index fingers so that I
could see it from end to end.
Shit. I knew this was going to be
about the damned pen.

“
Do
you know what this is, Miss Grear?” he asked, his voice calm
yet serious.

It sounded like a
trick question, and I wasn't sure what he was getting at. “It's
a pen, sir?”

“
This
is not just an ordinary pen.” He looked over the pen at me,
piercing my soul with his dark gaze. “This is a Montblanc
Meisterstuck LeGrand Ballpoint Pen. It has a gold-plated clip and
gold-plated rings. If you'll notice, the Montblanc emblem is on the
pen in several different places. Each one of these pens has an
individual serial number. Do you have any idea how much this pen is
worth?”

The knot if my
stomach doubled in size. “I have no idea, sir.”

He returned his
attention to the pen. “This particular pen is worth a little
over four hundred dollars. It was given to me by my father as a
graduation present. He always used to tell me that a good teacher
should have a good writing instrument.”

I didn't know what
to say to that. A few things came to mind, but they were all pretty
stupid.

“
Stealing
is illegal,” he continued, getting to the real reason why I was
there. “Did you know that?”

“
Yes,
sir.” I dropped my eyes to my lap shamefully.

“
You
didn't just steal this pen though. You did something else to it,
didn't you?”

When I looked back
up, he was holding the pen under his nose. My cheeks instantly turned
into two burning balls of redness. I had been caught, and even if my
mouth denied the perversions I had done to his precious graduation
gift, my face gave me away completely. I opened my mouth to speak,
but no sound came out.

“
How should I
punish you?” He went on, pulling the pen away from his face and
rolling it between his index fingers.

“
I . . . I'm
sorry. Please don't have me expelled,” I begged.

His eyes shot up to
mine, as if to tell me to be quiet. “Come here.”

Reluctantly, I
stood, taking a few steps around his desk, stopping at the side of
it.

He placed the pen
down on his disk and rolled his chair to face me. “Closer.”

I took the last few
steps around Damien's desk until I was standing in front of him. What
he was planning to do, I had no idea. All I knew was that each second
was absolutely torturous, waiting for my punishment.

He stood then,
taking a step forward until he was dangerously close. I could smell
the heavy scent of his cologne, masculine and tantalizing to my
senses, intoxicating me. My fear was melting into something else, and
I silently chastised myself for allowing my mind to slip into the
gutter. He was so close though. Closer than we had ever been before.
Closer than any man I had ever lusted after had been to me before.
All I would have to do was take another short step forward to close
the gap between us, to feel the hard muscle of his chest pressed
against me.

By the time I felt
his fingertips brush my cheek, my breath was already becoming ragged.
My eyes were hooded with lust, and though I was afraid, I dared to
look up. The intense gaze that he gave me sent shivers all the way
down to my moistening core.

“
Should I give
you what you really want?” he asked, and before I had a chance
to respond, his lips were touching mine, caressing them in a sensual
kiss.

I melted into his
arms. If this was to be my punishment, then I would pocket that four
hundred dollar pen every day of the week. Our mouths moved together
in blissful harmony with every affectionate touch reciprocated.
Despite his hardened exterior, Damien's kisses were incredibly
gentle, just as I had hoped they would be. They ignited my body,
setting off sparks in all of my sensitive areas.

Soon, he was
pressing me back towards his desk, breaking away from the kiss only
long enough to lift me up and place me on top of it. It took
everything in me not to grin like an idiot. I couldn't believe this
was actually happening. I was making out with my ridiculously sexy
professor in his office on school grounds. It was the stuff pornos
were made of.

Damien stepped
between my legs, pressing his palms against my thighs to hike up my
pencil skirt. A tremor of fear raced through me as my body allowed my
mind to break away from the fantasy long enough to realize what was
actually happening. This was no innocent high school make out
session. He fully intended to have sex with me, right on his desk in
his office, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.

Ever since the first
day of school, I had been busy lusting over Damien Reed, but I never
really thought about what would happen if I actually got him. It had
always been a fantasy to me, innocent, and without consequences. Now,
here we were. I was leaning back on his desk as he kissed my breasts
over the top of my blouse and hooked his fingers into the waistband
of my panties. My brain was flashing all sorts of red warning lights,
but my body was sending out the opposite signals. I wiggled my hips,
allowing him to slip the panties over my bottom and pull them to the
floor. The cool air kissed my warm parts, sending a fluttering of
sensation through my clit. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. It was
like I was a slave to my own desire, to my want for him.

I laid back,
breathless on his desk, watching as he straightened himself. The
bulge in his pants was impressive, but the cock that flopped out
whenever he unzipped them was even more so. It was absolutely
gorgeous, smooth and thick and straight. Some men had curves in their
cocks, or girth differences from the base to the tip. Not Damien
Reed. God must have been having a really good day when he made this
man. There wasn't a centimeter of him that didn't scream pure
perfection. At least, every centimeter of him that I had seen.

The crinkling of a
condom wrapper sounded almost deafening in the quiet of the office.
My breathing provided the only other noise. Damien was cool and calm,
barely breaking a sweat as he slid the condom over his meaty length.

I watched him,
frozen in fear and lust. In a matter of minutes, this man who I
barely knew would be taking my virginity. Was that what I really
wanted? I craved his body beyond belief, but we had nothing together.
Up until now, I had always been his student, just another sheep in
his flock. Had he done this with other girls before? Probably. The
thought was unsettling, ruining my mood.

By that time, Damien
was on me again. He leaned in for a gentle kiss, melting the worries
in my mind away. My cunt pulsed with desire. My legs almost
involuntarily spread wider for him. All the while, my mind screamed
no.

Damien grabbed the
base of his erect member, guiding it toward my warm tunnel. I felt
the head press against my pussy, the glans painfully trying to nudge
its way inside. The only thing I had put inside of myself up to that
point had been tampons and that pen, neither of which were anywhere
near as big as a cock.

At the first shudder
of searing pain, my breath hitched, and words tumbled from my open
mouth. “I'm a virgin.”

Damien's body
tensed. For a moment, he just stood there, staring down at our parts.

If Damien Reed had
been any other man, the excitement of deflowering a young girl would
have spurred him forward. He might have grinned, or asked if I was
alright. He might have even thrust forward, bathing in the euphoria
of my tight passageway squeezing his wanton manhood. But Damien Reed
wasn't any other man.

Almost as quickly as
it all began, he was stepping away from me. I watched in stunned
silence as he unrolled the condom from his length and tossed it into
the garbage bin in the corner of the room. Within seconds, his
magnificent erection disappeared back into his jeans, and a thousand
negative emotions raced through me at once. I knew what it all meant.

Reluctantly, I
scooted off the edge of his desk and bent to pick up my panties,
pulling them on and trying to hold back my tears at the same time. I
had ruined it. For him. For me. For us. I should have just kept my
mouth shut.

For as much as my
brain had been screaming at me to stop prior to our potential
coupling, it was now chastising me, telling me what an idiot I had
been for saying anything at all. Damien Reed was the perfect man, and
I had screwed up my chance to have him. Maybe he'd never be my
boyfriend, but he was certainly worthy of my virginity. Wasn't he? I
wasn't sure anymore. All I knew was that I was miserable.

Not knowing what
else to do, I slowly made my way for the door. Everything in me
wanted to break out in a run, to move as fast as my legs would carry
me to my car, to get inside and drive to my mother's house and cry on
her shoulder. I was an adult though, and I couldn't act like a child.
I had to handle this with some type of poise, or Damien Reed would
only dislike me more. Still, I couldn't let it end as it had. I
needed to know why he stopped, why he had rejected me.

He was sitting at
his desk, staring down at the pen when I made it to the door. With my
hand already on the handle, I turned back and said, “Say
something.”

He didn't even
bother looking up at me. “This never happened. You're
dismissed.”

Before I knew it, I
was on the other side of the door, and tears were streaming down my
face. How could he possibly be so cold? I had been delicate and
vulnerable, and all he had done was reject and dismiss me. No, that
wasn't a man I wanted to give myself to. It was the right thing that
we didn't have sex. But why did it feel so wrong.

Despite my decision
not to run back to my car, I found myself walking far faster than
necessary, nearly tripping over my own shoes. Tears cascaded down my
cheeks, and I sniffled from time to time, drawing attention from
people still in the hallway. One woman asked if I was alright, but I
just kept walking, pretending to ignore her.

In my car, I broke
out into debilitating sobs. I couldn't even remember the last time I
cried so hard, shaking until I worried I might have to call Tanya to
drive me home. She couldn't know about this though. No one could know
about this. If anyone ever found out, Damien could get in big
trouble. Maybe he should get in trouble for it though, I thought
bitterly. He had seduced a student, after all. Hadn't he? Hadn't he
seduced me?

When the tremors
subsided and my eyes were clear enough to see, I put my car in drive
and pulled out of the parking lot. Even while I drove home, the
occasional sob would roll through me. I couldn't figure out what hurt
more, being rejected, knowing I had ruined my only chance with
Damien, or knowing that I'd have to face him for the rest of the
semester. Maybe I would switch to a different elective. I didn't give
much of a crap about art anyway. The only reason I took Art
Appreciation was because I thought it would be easier than any of my
other elective options.