Ch 22

After leaving Nicole in her bedroom, used and exhausted, I took a quick stop in the bathroom to groom myself, namely, cleaning the most obvious evidence of recent sexual encounter from myself, including the taste Nicole from my shaft. I washed my face, fixed my hair, and even used the air-freshener in the room to mask the lingering smell of sex on myself.

Just as I was about to move to the basement, I remembered that my equipment was still in my car, so I made a brief detour to pick my camera. We were in a nice neighborhood, but there was a lot of confidential stuff inside, including the most recent rewards of my session with Penny, so I didn't want to take any chances.

When I went back inside, I opened the room leading to the basement stairs very carefully even as my mind switched back to my encounters with Katie. When she had asked me to act as her boyfriend just to compete with her more popular friend Madison, I took several opportunities to steal a few kisses and gropes, seeing them as fair pay for all my efforts. However, her quick agreement to my so-called training assistance caught me a bit surprised.

Even more surprising part was our last training session, where I had arranged things perfectly until she had surrendered her virginity in a momentary loss of attention from her own part, then, at my urging, decided to turn it into an advantage.

Careful to make any sound, I managed to arrive at the bottom of the stairs without being caught. I looked around to see Katie, only to meet a view that was enough to make my manhood twitch despite the exhausting challenge it just went through. Katie was standing in front of a mirror, her attention firmly on her reflection, wearing nothing but a white garter belt and a pair of white stockings. Combined with her petite figure and her blonde hair, she was the perfect innocent angel.

I sat on the stairs, watching as she posed in front of the mirror several times, her blush visible from the other end of the room, but she somehow failed to notice me. She reached for her phone and took several pictures, recording her reflection on the mirror, but despite that, my phone didn't ring. I understood the reason a moment later, when she checked her camera, only to blush spectacularly. She took another photo, this time her legs positioned carefully to hide her core while her arm was covering her breasts once more. This time, however, it was placed lower so there was a hint of areola in her picture.

'I'm getting bored,' read the message she sent to me, followed by her picture.

"We can find a solution for that," I said as I started walking toward her.

The cute yelp that escaped her mouth was spectacular as she crouched down, trying to hide her body. "Stephen, you're here," she stammered in shock.

"Of course," I said as I casually walked toward her. "How could I not be here, when I have such an enthusiastic student, impatient for her teacher's arrival."

"Shut up," she murmured, but a smile infected her face despite her best effort.

"Are you going to stay like that?" I said, gesturing her crouched pose, trying to hide her body. "I think we're well-past this point."

"Shut up," Katie shouted, but the following giggle was enough to tell her good intention. She took a deep breath before standing up, though she stood with and angle, her own hips hiding her core while her arm stayed around her breasts.

"As you wish," I said and chuckled. Then gestured my camera. "I didn't expect you to enjoy dressing up though. It was a nice surprise."

"It's your fault," she pouted, but as she pouted, she finally pulled her arm away from her chest, giving me a direct view of her shapely breasts, making me desire to fill them with my hands.

"Why?"

"You forced me to undress while my mom is in the room," she pouted as she walked away in a manner that would have been immature and childish if it wasn't for the fact that she was dressed in a garter belt and stockings only. The way her naked ass danced in each step made things quite a bit different.

However, one thing was missing, I decided, and picked a pair of white stilettos to complete the ensemble before following her. "I didn't have the feeling that you were unhappy with it."

"That's not the point," she said without turning back, but I knew her enough to visualize the frustrated and shy expression she must be holding.

"Isn't it?" I said, laughing when she huffed in response. I continued, closing in despite her attitude. Though if she wanted to underline her annoyance, walking to my bed practically naked was not the best way to do so. I was feeling more and more excited, especially when she sat on the bed, her legs crossed, her attempt to seem elegant just making her cuter.

"What are those for?" she asked as she pointed at the stilettos in my hand.

"You will look even sexier with those on," I answered even as I pointed at her. "Then, maybe we can take a few photos."

"Photos!" she exclaimed. "I don't want that!"

"My gallery disagrees," I said as waved my phone, and she just blushed. I didn't wait for her answer, just crouched down and gently grabbed her foot.

"Stephen, no," she murmured, but made no attempt to pull her foot back while I gently led it toward the stiletto, caressing her ankle in the process. I was silent while finishing to put on the first one, and she made no protest. When it was time to put on the other one, she readily presented it by putting in on the side, which gave me a momentarily glimpse of her nether lips before her thighs pressed together, cutting my vision.

I decided to tease her a bit, so after helping her to put on the shoe, rather than connecting its belts, I let my fingers dance over her calf, earning a surprised gasp off her. She growled warningly, but I just chuckled, letting my fingers move up to her knee, dallying there momentarily before climbing up even further, tracing the outside of her thigh. She growled once more, and in response, I leaned forward, letting my breath to fall on her knee, making her shiver in anticipation. Her legs twitched like they wanted to part open, giving me direct access to her core, but she somehow managed to resist it.

Slowly teasing her was more tempting than aggressively pushing her to the next stage, especially when she deserved it by continuously teasing me with her sexy poses. As a teacher, it was my responsibility to teach her the right way to tease. I moved down and finished tying the belts of her shoe, and stood up. "Done," I said with a smirk while I enjoyed her mixture of relief and disappointment, though the latter left its place to panic on my next words. "Are you ready to give me a sexy pose?"

"I - I don't know," she stammered, deciding to be shy after everything she had done before.

"Come on, sweetie, it will help a lot. Knowing how to stand and look is the most important part of being attractive. You have the potential, but we need to shine it." She opened her mouth hesitantly, but I continued. "Don't you want to impress me after all the time I spent teaching you," I said.

"I do," she whispered longingly even as she made a motion to stand.

"Excellent," I said even as I put my hand on her shoulder. "You don't need to stand up sweetie," I explained.

"Aren't we going to take photos," she said.

"Yes, we are, but who said you need to leave the bed," I said, which made her blush even harder, redness of her face contrasting with her beautiful blonde hair. "Come on, don't tell me that you're feeling shy after everything."

"Of - of course not," she quickly stammered a reply. To her credit, her concern was justified. Even in her extremely undressed state, taking photos in my own bed was very different from using a more neutral scene setup. In her eagerness to prove herself, however, she was quick to abandon her point, reluctant to disappoint me.

It was a dangerous quality to have around me.

"Excellent," I said as I gave her a gentle smile before passing her a pillow. "Hold this on your chest, but make sure your chest is peeking out a bit," I explained. "Then, give me your sexiest look."

"How about this," she said as she gave a hesitant smile that made her look like nervous, and not like sexy nervous. She looked like she had a challenging exam.

"Excellent," I said, not wanting to discourage her. The first rule of being a photographer was to make the model feel at ease, and it was much more important considering the activities I had planned for her in the aftermath. "Now, let the pillow slide down," I said even as I repositioned myself over her to catch an amazing cleavage. Just because I was doing that to seduce her didn't mean that I didn't want to take more erotic photos.

"You're not going to share these, right?" she murmured hesitantly.

I chose to take her comment in good nature and smiled gently rather than explode angrily at her lack of trust. Considering the things I was doing, I couldn't claim to be exactly trustworthy. Luckily for her, despite everything, I was a jealous bastard, and those photos were far too private to actually share. "Don't worry," I said. "And if it would help, doing so would ruin my professional reputation completely. Nobody would work with a photographer that leaks photos, them being private would matter little."

Katie nodded, her fragile smile getting just a touch stronger. "I trust you," she said. It worked at this particular circumstance, but that didn't change the fact that it was not a good idea in general. Not that I had any intention of informing her of that particular nugget. Instead, I pressed the shutter, immortalizing her shy look as she slowly moved the pillow down, revealing her shapely breasts to my attention.

"Excellent," I said. "Now, lay down and pull on the covers, but I want one of your breasts to be peeking out, like you have forgotten to cover it properly. If you can look a bit surprised, the better."

She said nothing, not that she needed to. The white covers, mixed her innocence and with her equally white underwear and her sexy pale skin made her look like a princess. A princess that was seduced by the villain considering her rather revealing her circumstances, of course. I leaned down, watching her from the camera's peephole, each press of the shutter immortalizing another angle of her innocent sexiness.

I went through several commands which she followed to the best of her ability. Unlike Nicole or Penny, Katie wasn't a precious gem as far as modeling was concerned. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she lacked the range of emotion, giving a sense of innocence no matter what she tried. I was aware that expecting to find yet another miracle talent was too unrealistic, but I felt a bit disappointed nonetheless.

Luckily, Katie was sufficiently amazing in other regards with an innocent enthusiasm to match.

Since she didn't turn out to be a miracle modeling talent, I decided to cut the informal audition short and focus on the real aim of her visit. I grabbed the cover even as I ordered her to take several expressions. I pulled it a bit, revealing her other breasts and more of her thighs, but when I gave no sign of stopping, she grabbed the cover in panic. "Katie," I warned her.

"Sorry," she murmured as her fingers loosened, her blush returning strongly. I smiled in response, but didn't stop pulling away from her covers, revealing her beautiful body in the process. When her body was completely revealed, she put her hand between her legs. This time, I let her do so while taking several more pictures.

When she finally pulled her hand away, there was a noticeable bulge in my pants. "It doesn't look comfortable," she murmured, trying to sound daring and teasing, but once again failing to come across anything but cute.

"It is, actually, but my hands are full. Why don't you help me," I said.

She blushed, but in the end, she didn't hesitate much before taking a sitting position. I took a step forward to make it easier, and her hands reached to my pants. She acted quickly, trying to hide the excited tremble in her hand, but she failed to do so. She fumbled with my pants for a bit before managing to untie my belt. Then, proving that she was learning some interesting stuff from me, she pulled my pants down with a torturous slowness before applying the same on my boxers.

I was furiously taking photos all along, occasionally dipping down the camera to share an encouraging smile. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, her touch gentle and fleeting, just like my earlier treatment of her legs while I helped her put her shoes.

"Such a good student," I said with a smile, frustrating her with my calm smile. Truthfully, she was doing surprisingly well. I would have felt the frustration if I had just arrived from the photoshoot with Penny, but the two loads Nicole had taken worked wonders to remove the edge.

Seeing my calm expression, Katie had a surprisingly challenging expression on her face. "Let's see how you're going to handle this," she said before leaning forward, her tongue out, giving a trailing lick on my length.

"Somebody had done some extra-curricular work," I said as I watched Katie's tongue dancing along my length with surprising skill. Sometimes, being a nerd had surprising payouts, it seemed.

Katie just hummed before reaching the bottom, uncaring that I was still taking photos of her amazing lips. She managed to impress me when she took the head into her mouth while maintaining eye contact, her beautiful eyes shimmering with desire. She moved deeper without hesitation until she devoured half of it.

As much as it was tempting to drop the camera and force her to swallow the rest, watching her attempts to take control was too beautiful to ignore. And with her excellent costume, I was getting some excellent photos for my private album.

I watched in interest as her hands trailed down her own torso, twisting her nipples as she moaned, vibrations working wonders on my shaft. "You're doing really well," I said, and she beamed pridefully. It didn't surprise me. After all, despite all of her wanton behavior, she was nothing more than an enthusiastic student trying to impress her tutor, and succeeding spectacularly.

"If this little appetizer impressed you this much, I wonder how you're going to react to the main course," she said, her lips curled in imitation of domination, though the hint of hesitance dancing in her eyes showed that her confidence was paper-thin. Still, she was the evidence of nerdy girls deserving their reputation. Stripping in the same room with Nicole, sexy selfies, giving me a nice oral treatment despite being photographed…

She might not be a good model, but she definitely had all the hallmarks of a good lay. It was rare to find a woman that was willing to focus on self-improvement that much. "How about if you put those beautiful tits in use, sweetie," I reminded her.

"Impatient," she said, trying to sound teasing but only succeeding on shy. Though, her failure to act didn't matter much when my well-lubricated shaft was squeezed between her breasts, the crown peeking out angrily whenever she reached the apex of her movement.

"Smile for the camera, honey," I said even as I lowered it before taking several more photos.

"Stephen!" she exclaimed, losing her rhythm when suddenly remembered there was a camera recording her. "Put it down."

"Come on. Think if of as taking notes. This way, we can examine them together to identify the areas of improvement. You don't want to do the same mistakes, right?"

"Am I doing something wrong!?" she exclaimed, her imitation confidence evaporating in an instant.

"Don't worry, sweetie," I said with a chuckle. "You're doing well, definitely a solid B+. If you continue working hard, you can easily get an A, maybe even an A+." Put in the terms she might understand, she was quick to calm down.

"And what exactly I need to do to get that A+," she whispered throatily as she started moving up and down on my shaft.

"That's a secret for now," I said even as the possible options flew into my mind, taking her puckered hole, or maybe a threesome with her rival Madison, maybe even with some help from Madison's sexy cousin… That would have been a spectacular final exam. It was a pity that such a possibility was still too far away.

"Well then," she said then leaned forward, capturing the crown between her beautiful lips once more while her tits continued their amazing massage to the bottom.

I wondered what else she had in mind…

It was a good moment, I thought even as I pressed the shutter once more. Katie was in my room, wearing nothing but stockings, garter belt, and stilettos, all pearly white further underline her beautiful innocence, perfect for her cute innocence. The fact that she was on her knees, doing her best to make me cum under a combined assault from her perky tits and her enthusiastic mouth made the situation even better, especially when her enthusiasm reached the point of smiling to the camera whenever I took another bunch of photos.

"You're a spectacular student, Katie, and you mastered this part of the game perfectly," I said, and she picked up speed even further even though she blushed shyly. "Now, why don't you show me something else."

"Like what?" she murmured after pulling her head, her lips beautifully stained.

"That's something you're going to decide," I said with a gentle smirk even as I cupped her cheek with one hand, making her blush.

"Um," she murmured, her blush spreading even further. "I have something in mind, but…" she murmured, but somehow her words failing midway.

"Don't be afraid of discussing your ideas, sweetie," I said, as gentle as I could manage in such a moment. "I won't get mad."

She smiled prettily, her crush intensifying even further. "I was thinking that… Maybe I could…" she trailed, falling silent once more.

"Go ahead, sweetie," I said even as I caressed her cheek once more, but this time, I kept my fingers on her skin, gently trailing down, tracing her neck first, then her shoulder and her arm. She stayed silent still. My finger down until they were around her wrist, then turned into a gentle hold. A pull later, she was sitting on my lap, her heat dangerously close to my shaft.

I continued caressing her body until she managed to cobble together an answer. "I was wondering, if that's okay, can I give the orders today," she whispered hurriedly, barely audible.

"Of course you can, sweetie," I said, even leaning forward to steal a small kiss off her cheek. "And we can use Red as our safe word, in case you ask for something that makes me uncomfortable," I added. When she looked uncomfortable, I continued. "Don't feel pressured, it's just a usual best practice. It's actually better for you, so you don't have to try reading my every reaction, trying to understand whether you're doing well or not."

She nodded cutely before standing up, and I couldn't help but smirk. Normally, I loathed giving control in the bedroom —or out of the bedroom— but I was curious just how much Katie would be able to push. Watching her attempts would no doubt be enjoyable, like a little kitten trying to hunt a ball of yarn for the first time. A very sexy, appropriately-dressed kitten with legs to die for…

"O-okay," she stammered as she took a few steps back, walking toward the costume table, before picking up a black bra, and a white mask. I wasn't enthusiastic about her wearing more clothes, but I didn't want to tell her anything soon after agreeing to leave control to her. "You're not allowed to cum before my permission," she managed to say without stammering, though her tone still cracked badly in the end.

"Of course, madam," I answered, not commenting the way she ducked her head shyly.

"Lay on your back," she ordered, and I did so, but from the way her stilettos clicked on the floor, I could hear that she was getting closer. "Raise your arms," she added, and when I did so, she used the bra she had picked up as an improvised rope, pinning them together. It wasn't a good knot, I could have got rid of it in a moment, but her attempts were too amusing to interrupt.

The true pleasure started after she pinned my hands together. A blonde mess of hair hovered over my crotch as her lips wrapped around my shaft once more, moving up and down rapidly, though that joyful treatment lasted barely a minute. "Tasty," she murmured, trying to sound confident but failing horribly.

Her attempts to play the femme-fatale might be cute and misguided, but the pleasure that spread through my body when she climbed on my lap and mounted me cowgirl style was pure delight. She tried to keep a confident expression, which was hard when her lips trembled vulnerably as she tried to swallow my shaft into her core inch by inch, her body still unused to the presence of such thickness.

Halfway in, she pressed her hands on my chest, and started moving her hips back and forth, smoother than I would have expected, but her shyness and tightness ruled out the possibility of another boyfriend, which meant that she probably rode a pillow to smooth her movement.

She was truly an exemplar student.

"Do you like it?" she murmured, trying to sound confident, a difficult task when her words turned into a moan halfway in.

"I like it a lot, madam," I answered, trying to sound worshipful. "Your insides feel like heaven."

"Good," she murmured. "Then you'll love this." Then, just like that, she forced herself even deeper, hiding my full length into her tunnel.

"Your insights are spectacular, madam, and can only be rivaled by the silky touch of your treasure," I said, playing along with her innocent approximation of domination. She smiled brightly at my compliment, her hips started to dance once more, triggering my pleasure.

"Tell me that I'm beautiful," she moaned as she pulled herself up for a fleeting second before sinking back once more, trying to acquaint herself with my full length even though she trembled spectacularly every time she forced herself to take the full length. Her tits danced spectacularly as she trembled, begging for me to maul them until they were covered with my fingerprints.

Pity that my hands were tied.

Of course, her boundless joyride was not without its consequences. Suddenly, she tightened even as a fresh warmth enveloped my shaft. Combined with her sudden trembling, she was climaxing. Though I had to respect her determination, as even her arms trembled badly, threatening her with a collapse, she continued her attempt to stretch herself while using me as a toy.

"It feels amazing," she murmured absentmindedly, and I just smiled while she continued her ride. Soon, she looked at me in confusion and a little hurt.

I sighed. "I'm supposed to strictly follow your orders, which includes talking, remember?" I said, though I made sure to smile warmly to convey that it wasn't an admonishment.

"Oh, right!" she said, once again blushing spectacularly. She reached for my hands, and with a pull, freed them. "Squeeze my tits, then," she moaned.

"Your wishes, my command, madam," I said even as I sank my fingers into her spectacular tits, squeezing and mauling, but otherwise staying passive. Her reaction was a series of wanton moans that made me glad that the sound isolation of the basement was decent. The last thing I needed was for Nicole to visit to check.

Explaining the naked presence of her step-daughter after an extended session with her might have been a tad difficult.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss when she suddenly stood up, leaving my shaft naked. Even worse was rather than changing positions, she stood up and walked away, catching me flatfooted. I didn't expect to be left helpless in the middle of the task. "Close your eyes, and keep laying on your back," she ordered, and I still followed her command, not wanting to make a liar out of myself, though the next time, I was going to punish her appropriately for that.

Soon, I could hear the sound of clothes rustling, interrupted by the occasional moan that tempted me to stand up and teach her about the dangers of playing with me. Still, I bit my lips and lay on my back, waiting for her to finish whatever she was doing.

I felt her presence hovering over me once again, though she was yet to skewer herself on my length, instead, rubbing her entrance against the crown, ignoring my needy throbbing. I couldn't help growl impatiently, already cursing myself for my promise, something that became even more pronounced when she dismounted a minute later, once again leaving with the clacks of heeled shoes —though their sound was different than the stilettos.

"Open your eyes and stand up," she ordered, her voice already disappeared in a gasp, and I did so, only to see Katie in a completely different dress. Her innocently-sexy garter belt and stockings were gone, replaced by a red leather corset and black leather boots that reached to the middle of her thighs. Moreover, her hands were pressing against the wall while her naked ass was raised invitingly, her face hidden under the sprawl of her smooth blonde hair.

I stood there, my erection throbbing with excitement, waiting for her next order. Several seconds passed in silence, temptation getting thicker by each passing second, until Katie turned her head, revealing a smile filled with desire. Apparently, during her change, she also replaced her makeup.

"What are you waiting for, come here and fuck me," she ordered, trying to sound steady, but her voice crackled toward the end, especially the last two words.

"As you wish, madam," I said even as I moved toward her with large steps, my arms around both sides of her as if I wanted to prevent her from escaping. I pressed the tip against her entrance, but rather than following my throbbing desire and pushing inside, I leaned into her ear. "How do you want me to fuck you, madam?" I said in a throaty tone, making her shiver. "Do you want me to fuck you gently, or do you want me to fuck you hard, until you can't stand on your own feet."

"Hard," she murmured, and I leaned forward, locking her body between mine and the wall, enjoying the way she shivered against my chest. I put my hands over hers, pinning her in place with no hope of escaping for her. "I want you to fuck me fast and hard. Show me what you got, Stephen."

"Your wishes, my command, madam," I said even as I pushed my shaft deep into her mercilessly, sliding easily in her wet tunnels despite the tightening. A cry escaped her mouth as she managed to take the entirety of my shaft in one move. I pulled back, only to slam back once again, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the room.

She turned to catch my lips, digging in a frenzied kiss. I let my tongue slip into her mouth, exploring her tongue as the time rolled. "Harder, faster!" she moaned when she pulled back for a breather.

I said nothing, but I pressed my arms against the wall harder before pushing my hips forward in a renewed pace, the sound of flesh exploding like a gun, her cries following a second later. "How is this," I said as I pumped her mercilessly, enjoying the way she tried to squirm against my presence, but unable to gather enough strength to break through my hold. As I ravaged her without bothering to limit myself, enjoying the way moans spilled from her bruised lips.

As the minutes rolled, her expression was losing its coherence, drunk with pleasure. "I'm reaching my limit," I whispered into her ear. "Where do you want me to cum," I said. "Your beautiful mouth, your amazing tits, or your bubble butt," I said.

"None of them," she moaned, and for a moment, I was afraid that she was going to ask me to stop. It would have been horrible no matter what I chose, I would either suffer blue balls, or I would break her trust despite my earlier promise. Luckily, her next words resolved my dilemma. "I want you to fill me to the brim," she said.

That surprised me. If she asked that a few minutes ago, I had no doubt that I would have rejected her while explaining the dangers of doing so, or the fact that we were doing it without protection was risky enough. But now, still reeling the frustration of being ordered while my instincts were focused on my own impending explosion, while a sexy barely-legal beauty wearing a red leather corset and black boots asking for my seed…

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked even as I groaned, my shaft exploding into life, filling her to the brim in an instant. She moaned helplessly as my seed filled her core, trembling badly.

"Yes," she moaned.

"Good," I said even as I hugged her midsection before pulling out, letting an intoxicating mixture of her juices and my seed to drip on the floor. She moaned, but said nothing as I grabbed her body and carried her toward the empty portion of the desk and lay her there. "Now, it's my turn," I said even as I grabbed a pair of panties —which I had several laying around thanks to the fact that it was a studio— and stuffed her mouth, before pulling her hands to her back and binding them using a tie.

She moaned as I slipped two of my fingers into her entrance, pumping mercilessly, her slick entrance giving me no trouble. The following one was even more spectacular, however, when I slipped my thumb into her puckered hole, making her stiffen in shock. "Stomp your right foot if you can handle it," I said, and her right leg moved, the sound echoing in the room.

"Excellent," I said even as my fingers started a merciless dance, triggering her holes simultaneously while she tried to process the pleasure, giving all signs of yet another impending orgasm, especially when my erection returned to life and I replaced my fingers with it, my thumb still in her ass. She gasped and moaned, the panties in her mouth failing to suppress her beautiful voice. But even that was a pity, I decided before pulling it out, leaving my mouth free.

"Stephen…" she managed to murmur between her wanton cries. "Do it harder!" I smiled at her enthusiasm. It was one of the reasons I liked dealing with nerdy girls. It might take a while to convince them into the bed, but once their inhibition was broken, their curiosity drove them to embrace the new passions wholeheartedly. Her amazing tightness was just a bonus.

"As you wish, slut!" I said even as I spanked her ass with my free hand, my thump still teasing her puckered hole. Every slap on her supple flesh tightened her further, begging for him to fill her one more.

"I'm almost there," she moaned as her body struggled under an unfamiliar wave of pleasure.

"Do you want me inside you again," I asked.

"I want to feel you, fill me again," she moaned, even the pretext of it being a lesson long forgotten as she struggled under my impaling. "Oh, oh, oh … OH!" she started crying, each louder than the last, making it impossible for me to hold back. When she clamped around with the telltale sign of climaxing, it was inevitable that I painted her insides white once again, sprouting boundlessly.

When I pulled out, she continued to lay on my desk, exhausted. Not willing to leave her in such an uncomfortable position even for a moment, I grabbed her in a bridal hold brought her to my bed before starting to work with the laces of her boots.

"It was amazing," she murmured in a haze.

"Yes, it was," I answered as I continued to undress her while also enjoying the view. Then, I decided to breach the important subject that I somehow ignored during sex. "About protection…" I started.

"I'm on the pill, I started after the accident that derailed our plan…" she answered, making me let out a relaxed sigh.

"Smart," I answered. "It will help our lessons a lot."

"Yes," she murmured, catching my eyes even as she was exhausted. "Lessons," she said while she widened her legs playfully. "You're such a dedicated teacher."

"Of course," I said, plopping myself next to her after removing her boots, but leaving the corset on. I started kissing her neck. "And now, I'm going to teach you about the best way to cuddle after such a spectacular session…" I said, pulling her into a spoon. She murmured comfortably as I trailed her chin and neck with a series of gentle kisses…

Even then, my mind was on the next session, wondering whether it would be possible to convince her to share a class with Madison…