Warning!!!
This chapter contains steamy content!!!
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“I despise Mondays!” Emily exclaims as soon as I step into her car. She begins to drive.
“Not me, but today makes me anxious,” I admit, and she raises her eyebrows in surprise.
“Why?” she asks, and I let out a sigh.
“I’m not sure,” I reply, and she frowns.
But I definitely knew why. Today, I had to talk to Mr. Gray about what happened on Friday night and Saturday morning-how was I going to face him?
On top of that, I would have to see him for two hours straight: in the last ethics class and during our session afterward. Honestly, I was still set in my thoughts; I had no regrets at all.
For some strange reason, I felt great about kissing Mr. Gray… in fact, I felt really good about it.
I also had to admit his tattoos made him even more attractive.
When we arrived at school, we both exited the car and headed to our classroom.
I opened my desk and took out my notebook. I hate to admit it, but I couldn’t concentrate in any class because Mr. Gray was all I could think about. Ugh!
The two breaks and back-to-back classes flew by, and then it was time for literature.
“Nina, focus! You’ve been distracted all day,” Emily chided me. I bit my lower lip. “If Professor Winston notices, you’re going to be in trouble,” she warned before heading to her seat.
I shook my head, trying to concentrate on Mr. Winston’s lecture. I scribbled down as many notes as I could.
We were discussing poetry: epic and lyrical. I did my best to stay engaged, but then I spotted Mr. Gray at the door, waiting for class to end, and I bit my lip again.
“For the next half of the class, the right side will cover the definition of epic poetry, what it involves, and provide two examples. The left side will do the same for lyric poetry,” he announced, and everyone began packing up.
I did the same. Soon, Alex walked in and smiled at me, prompting me to lick my lips and try to appear serious.
He beckoned me over with his hand, and I approached him.
“When I tell you, you need to hand these out,” he instructed, handing me some papers. I nodded and glanced at him.
“Is this from our session?” I asked, and he responded with a nod.
“You won’t need to do it again, but I need your help with something,” he added, and I nodded again.
“I’ll let you know as soon as you’re done passing them out,” he said, and I complied. “Okay, class,” he began, “don’t be alarmed-what Miss Moore is holding is not evidence or overly complicated work. It’s just some simple questions about your lives, nothing too out of the ordinary.” The class nodded in understanding. “I need everyone to be honest, and remember, only I will see your responses. This is for me to assess some matters concerning my role as the school psychologist. So, please answer quietly,” he continued, signaling for me to begin distributing the papers, and I obeyed.
I handed them out individually, skipping my own desk, and once I finished, I returned the papers to Mr. Gray. He handed me a sheet of paper.
“I’ve already filled this out. Read it in my office and wait for me; you’re not to leave under any circumstances,” he instructed, and I nodded.
Collecting my belongings, I followed Mr. Gray’s orders and entered his office, placing my things on a spare chair before starting to read.
Name: Alexander Gray
Age: 25 years
Date of Birth: 01/03
As I continued, I learned about his life: his parents were divorced, he spent most of his childhood with his mother, and his stepfather was a significant support. He studied psychology, as expected, and always dreamed of becoming a teacher.
I read more personal details about him, including his age preferences noted without specificity-indicating he had relationships-indicating he had relationships with both older and younger partners-and his relationship interest categorized as DD/LG.
I swallowed hard. He mentioned he had sex at least once a month and didn’t have a favorite position-this was so embarrassing to read! His frequency of masturbation was noted as once a week.
I continued reading until I heard the door open, startling me.
“Calm down,” Alexander chuckled, causing me to gasp.
“Did you finish reading everything?” he asked, and I nodded, handing him his paper. He shook his head. “It’s yours,” he said, and I gulped. “I have yours, you have mine. Seems fair, right?” he asked, to which I nodded.
He placed the documents he held into a locked drawer and looked at me expectantly.
“And…?” he prompted.
“I want to continue,” I admitted, and he smiled.
“Come here,” he murmured.
I moved closer, and he took my hand, guiding me to sit on his lap. He lifted my chin, drawing me in for a kiss, and I found myself responding eagerly.
“I missed your lips, precious,” he whispered, eliciting a soft moan from me.
“I have questions,” I admitted.
“Of course you do,” he said, kissing my neck. “What’s on your mind, darling?” he asked, lightly caressing my thigh.
“What kind of relationship will we have?” I inquired, and he hesitated.
“Whichever you prefer,” he said, and I licked my lips.
“But I’m not sure,” I sighed. “I suppose just a normal one, maybe?” I suggested, and he grimaced.
“Don’t you want to explore something different, baby?” he asked, and I bit my lower lip in hesitation.
His hand moved toward my panties, and I instinctively pulled away.
“I don’t know,” I said, feeling nervous. He looked deeply into my eyes, scanning my entire being before gazing at my face. “I’m scared,” I confessed.
“I’m not going to hurt you, you know that, right?” he asked. I sighed before slowly inching closer, and he leaned back as well.
He took my hand, kissing its back. “What I want from all this is our mutual satisfaction,” he declared, continuing to kiss my hand. “We’ll do whatever you wish, no more, no less. And if you ever want to stop, we will stop. Simple as that,” he reassured me. I bit my inner cheek. “We can try anything and discover what type of relationship we might have.”
“Do you like the idea?” he whispered while caressing my thighs again. I nodded. “Nina, Nina, Nina. My sweet, inexperienced Nina.” He clicked his tongue multiple times. “You have no idea how much I crave to kiss and touch every inch of you, but I’ll hold back for your sake,” he murmured, kissing my neck softly.
I bit my lower lip, unable to express my feelings as nerves overwhelmed me.
“Do you promise you won’t hurt me?” I asked tentatively, and he nodded. I raised my pinky, and he linked it with his own.
I nodded, taking his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch. He arched an eyebrow, and I gasped slightly.
“Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded again.
He moved to position himself against me, rubbing gently, prompting a sigh from me. Thankfully, I had been grooming since I was fourteen, making me feel a bit more comfortable about the situation.
He continued to massage my pussy over my panties, and then he asked, “Hand or mouth?” I swallowed hard.
“What feels better?” I asked, and he hesitated.
“Mouth,” he replied, and I nodded.
Then he lifted me to sit on his desk, causing me to gasp.
“Wait,” I interrupted, stepping back briefly. “Did you lock the door?” I asked, and he laughed.
“I always do,” he assured me, and I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.
He kissed me again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to slide my panties down. He placed his hand on me, playing with my clitoris, and I moaned softly.
“You need to be very quiet, baby. Remember, no one can hear you,” he instructed, and I bit my lower lip.
Then he knelt before me, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I felt something wet between my legs, and a soft moan escaped me.
In an instant, Alex was licking and sucking my pussy, driving me wild.
“Alex…” I moaned, trying to hold back my eyes from closing.
Despite my efforts to keep them open, the pleasure heightened, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pushing him closer.
His quiet laughter sent waves of pleasure through me.
“That feels amazing,” I gasped.
He continued until I felt my body tense, and in that moment, I tugged his hair, causing him to growl softly.
He deepened his sucking, and I bit my lip to suppress my cries. Somehow, I managed not to scream.
As I reached my climax, I let out a soft moan. Alex lingered for a few moments before standing and licking his fingers. I made a disgusted face, and he attempted to kiss me, but I turned away.
“Ew,” I exclaimed, and he raised his eyebrows with a smirk.
“You should try your own,” he teased, and I wrinkled my nose in distaste. “One of the sweetest I’ve ever had,” he added, humming with satisfaction.
Then he kissed me again, and this time I didn’t pull away. I followed his lead, feeling his hands on my waist as I unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his chest.
I loved his chest. I moaned when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, but the sudden noise at the door startled me. I pushed him away, and he laughed, shaking his head.
I hopped off his desk, ran my fingers through my hair, and took a seat.
Alexander buttoned his shirt while I quickly tidied his hair.
I settled down just as Alex answered the door.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“Sir, Miss Roxana is waiting for you,” she informed him. I stood up, biting my cheek, while Alexander shut the door behind him.
“See you tomorrow?” he asked, and I nodded. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and gave my rear a playful squeeze.
I bit my lower lip and left his office.
I felt a strange tingling sensation, but it was so good.