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my head. My thoughts kept drifting deeper though,
moving further back to when we were in his office. The head of his
cock had pressed against my passageway, nudging to the point of pain.
It hadn't bucked all the way inside, but that feeling when he was
there, when we were so close to coupling. At the time, I was a bit
afraid. Now, the memory brought back nothing but excitement.
    My finger worked
with energized fervor, massaging while my toes curled, and I pressed
my hips forward, practically writhing on the bed as I rubbed out my
pleasure. All the while, I imagined Damien's glorious tip at my
entrance, threatening to break through and invade my virgin tunnel.
It would have felt exquisite, I was sure. Maybe a bit painful, but
that would have gone away once I got used to his girth. The thought
of Damien Reed between my legs was enough to send me over the edge,
drowning me in a fit of blissful contractions. My lips parted to
moan, but I swallowed the sound, not wanting to seem fake or flaky.
The contractions rolled through me in rapid succession, firing off my
sensitive nerve endings, and soon I found myself spent and breathing
ragged on the bed.
    When I finally
turned to look at Damien Reed, there was a tent in his pants.

NO TOUCHING

    I got dressed while
Damien jotted notes down on the clipboard. Hearing the pen scratch
against paper was a bit unnerving, as if I was being graded on my
performance. Curiosity made me want to ask what he was writing, but I
was too shy and embarrassed, and part of me feared it wasn't
something I wanted to know anyway.
    With me dressed and
his notes taken, the session was over. Like the professional that he
was, Damien walked me to the door, going over what time he'd like me
to come over the following day. My brain went wild, trying to imagine
my next lesson. Apparently, I had used up all of my boldness during
the striptease and self-pleasure session, because I could barely
utter out more than a few words before I found myself standing
outside of his house, staring at my Miata, my mind replaying the
afternoon's events while my body automatically walked to my car and
got inside.
    I picked up my cell
phone and realized I was shaking. Adrenaline was still pumping
through me, and I wondered how long it would be before I calmed down.
The session had been so intense; the memory of it would stick with me
for a while.
    With unsteady
fingers, I dialed Tanya's number. Everything in me wanted to blab
about what had happened. She was my best friend, and I told her
everything. Yet this felt somehow forbidden. I had to keep it to
myself. Or maybe I could lie and tell her I had met some wonderful
boy, just so I could get this off my chest.
    We met up at a local
restaurant, and she seemed to be beaming with excitement as much as I
was. She wiggled as we waited for the host to show us to our seats,
going on about having big news, though she refused to tell me what it
was until we were seated.
    I slid into the
booth opposite her. Before we even had a chance to say a word to each
other, our waiter was at the table, taking our drink order. The ear
to ear grin on Tanya's face told me that she had probably just gotten
laid. She always smiled like that after sex. Sometimes, she reminded
me more of a guy than a girl. She was so promiscuous, practically a
nymphet. If she could have a different boy every night of the week,
she would.
    “ Oh. Oh. Oh.”
She patted the top of the table in excitement as soon as the waiter
walked away.
    “ You go
first,” I told her, as if I had a choice.
    “ I met a boy,”
she said and then squealed afterward.
    “ I kind of
figured.” I tried not to sound too unsurprised.
    “ No. No. Not
just any boy. This boy is dreamy and smart and rich. Did I mention
that he's hot? Because he's really really hot.”
    “ Dreamy
usually implies hot.” I grinned at her.
    “ And his
dick.” She held her hands almost a foot apart and then mouthed
the words, “this big.”
    I couldn't help but
laugh.