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My eyes opened. He was standing in front of me.

"I know it's getting pretty late, but I was wondering if I could get some feedback on some pieces I'm writing. Do you mind stopping by in like 15 minutes. You'd be doing me a favor."

"YES." The wine must have hit. "Yeah-yes. I can do that."

"Great." He grinned. "See you in a little bit.".

This is happening. This is happening right now. What exactly is happening? Stop panicking. You got an A+ in your writing classes for a reason. Just check it out. And him out. Play it cool.

By the time my head cleared, 90's of the party was gone.

My aunt and uncle, knowing I'm tired of people by now, wished me good night as they went upstairs.

Now it was just me and the quiet. I gulped.

Next thing I know, I'm knocking on his front door.

It creaks open.

"You made it. Come on in." I step inside, my heart thumping a million beats per minute. His house was fairly barren. A desk with a dimly lit laptop is against on wall with his tv and couch against the others.

"I have it pulled up on the laptop if you don't mind giving it a once over." He said, ushering me over. I adjusted the laptop and began skimming it. He leaned against the arm of the couch.

Oh, he really did want me to read it.

I scrolled through, it was a thriller piece he had mentioned way back when.

"What do you think?" he asked after several minutes.

"Good, good. I'm just trying see if the side detective gets a bit clearer."

I felt him come up behind me. "Do you need me to clarify something. It's been more laid out in the exposition." His hands out form each side behind me and gripped the table. I froze. His head leaned over my shoulder and he clicked his way through some pages. My breathing deepened as I glanced at his faces inches from my own.

"Now take a look."

My eyes went back to the screen. The heat of his body pressed against my own as he drew on close. He must have knelt into my neck because soon the moist hot air grazed into my neck. I stepped back, only meeting my ass with his pelvis. I can't handle it anymore.

I turn around and face him.

"Do you need something?" God, that smug face. He's playing with me.

"What do you want from me?" I ask softly.

"I thought I asked for your feedback." His eyes were icy and cool, but stirred something warm. He inched closer to me, nose just short of meeting my own.

"You know what I mean?"

"And what's that?"

"You're teasing me."

"Is that so?" he returned, cocking a half grin. "You're my student. That'd be inappropriate."

"I want you." Even softer said, I brushed my hand against his resting beside me.

He remained quiet for several seconds.

"Say that louder." He said flatly.

" I WANT you." I spouted out. Nuzzling my face into his cheek. "Don't make me beg." I could feel my wetness pooling against my leg. It was now or never.

"We shouldn't. You should go back." He said quietly. His lips grazed my own, eyes burrowing into me.

"One night only. No one ever knows. We never see each other again."

That must have seem acceptable to him because soon his warm lips crashed onto mine. I gave a deep groan, to which he responded by prodding his tongue to my eager mouth. His hands flashed to the small of my back, tracing up and down, tracing the curvature of my him before settling to the mound of my ass. I grasped at his shirt, pulling myself closer into him, attempting to gratify the emptiness that had been inside me for so long.

Kisses sloppily made their way to the crane of my neck, small nibbles trail up and down to my collarbone. A hand desperately made its way to my chest flicking over before clutching onto my breast. I t was at this point that I realized that not wearing a bra today had leaned in my favor, the firm bud of my nipple being smoothed over repeatedly by his gentle thumb. The small of my back hit uncomfortably into the edge of the desk, but soon became relaxed as he ushered me to straddling him as he sat upright on the couch. My smooth legs cross over each side of him.

Kisses moved southward on my chest as his fingers toyed with the straps of my dress. Moving upward the front of my neck, he heavily groaned "Have you been a good girl or a bad girl?" The fingers formerly kneading my as moved their way under the him of my dress, brushing the smoothness of my thigh before grazing against the soaking wetness seeping from my panties. I felt myself blushing.

"You love this." He whispered. I moaned, seeping in the moment.

He flipped me on my back, hovering over me. He was in charge now. He pulled the hem of my drew to my waist, revealing black lace underwear hiding my perfectly bare pussy from view. Using both hands to grasp each knee, he spread my legs open as he knelt in from the floor.

Gentle kisses trailed up thigh, fingers teasing the edges of my underwear. It felt like several minutes. It was heaven, but it was also my torture.

"Tell me what you want." He breathily said into my leg.

"I want you to kiss me." I breathed out.

I mouthily breathed against the outside of my panties. "Try again."

"I want you to lick me." I moaned.

His fingers tugged down on the fabrics of my underwear.

"One more time."

"I want you to lick my pussy!" With one swift motion, he ripped off the fabric swooped his head. Like a dog who needed water, he lapped hurriedly as pushed a pulled against him. "Uhhh-