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about the various guys she had
talked to who weren't what she considered to be college material.
    For the remainder of
our time together, we talked and laughed and joked. My happiness
level was at all-time high thanks to good company, a strangely
heightened level of confidence, and memories of my amazing afternoon
with Damien Reed. I could hardly wait for my next lesson.
    As all good things
must come to an end, once we finished eating and ran out of things to
say, Tanya and I parted ways. I laid in bed that night and rubbed out
another one, thinking of the bulge in Damien Reed's pants and all the
naughty things I wanted to do to it. My sexual awakening had begun,
and there would be no stopping it now.
    The next day went by
gruelingly slow. It felt like every minute, my mind was fixated on
getting to Damien's house. I even decided to leave early, more out of
impatience than anything else. Hopefully, he wouldn't be upset if I
showed up fifteen or twenty minutes early. Punctuality was better
than lateness, right?
    I knocked on the
door, trying not to seem too enthusiastic when he opened it. He
smiled warmly at me, sending the butterflies in my heart into a
flighted frenzy. How could a man look so beautiful when he smiled?
    “ Come on in.”
He gestured inside. “We'll head straight back to the classroom
today.”
    “ Alright.”
I nodded, waiting for him to close the door and lead the way.
    When we were back
inside the classroom, he took a seat in one of the chairs. I could
only assume that he wanted me to sit on the bed, and so I did.
    “ How did you
feel about yesterday's lesson?” he asked.
    “ I was a bit
nervous at first, but it was fine.”
    I found myself
fidgeting, my palms already beginning to sweat. It felt like we were
back to square one. All the confidence I had mustered up the previous
day was gone, and I was silently cowering under the weight of
Damien's dominant eyes.
    “ Good. Today,
we're going to get a little more intimate,” he told me.
    The word 'intimate'
sent a shock of yearning straight to my clit. There were so many
meanings the word could have. Intimate covered a broad spectrum, from
touching to sex. Was I ready for sex with Damien yet? I thought I
was, but I still wasn't sure. Perhaps I wouldn't truly know until we
got down to it, until his thick cock was nudging against my hole,
threatening to claim me. Just the thought set my body on fire. My
nipples pressed restlessly against my blouse, and I blushed, hoping
he couldn't see them but knowing better.
    “ Okay,”
I muttered sheepishly.
    “ This is still
an exercise about your self-confidence level and finding out what you
already know.”
    I nodded shyly.
    “ Have you ever
touched a penis before?”
    I shook my head.
    It looked like
Damien was about to sigh, but he didn't. “For today's
assignment, I want you to make me come without touching my cock.”
    My eyes grew wide in
surprise, my heart drumming faster in my chest. “How am I
supposed to do that? If I can't touch you, then I wouldn't think I'd
be able to stimulate you to that point.”
    “ You can touch
me on top of the clothes, just no skin to skin contact. Are you . . .
comfortable with the idea of touching me?”
    Oh God, yes. It's
all I dream about. Me touching you. You touching me. Us touching each
other. Your cock touching my. . . I
felt my clit throb in response, my lower muscles clenching in need of
him.
    “ I'm
okay with it,” I admitted. The idea of giving Damien Reed an
orgasm made me more than a little aroused. To see that magnificent
tool spewing out its pleasure juices just for me. My panties were
already growing moist from the thought.
    “ If
you can do it, then I'll give you a reward,” he told me, though
his expression didn't make it seem like it would be anything
exciting.
    “ What
kind of reward?”
    “ There's
really no point in telling you. Since I've been teaching this class,
I've only ever had one student who's been able to do it. Though,
don't get me