slow start, be patient. i appreciate constructive criticism
My name is Mike D’Angelo. I am a high school history teacher and I love my job. Both of my parents were teachers and growing up, I developed a natural patience and calm attitude that provided an extremely good personality for high school teaching. I played hockey as a kid and I now coach the boy’s team here at my school. It’s a lot of fun and the boys keep me up to date with everything that goes on in the teenage world these days, keeping more informed and down to earth towards my students, which I feel is a great attribute to have these days.

A little about my personal life now: I have always been told that I am an attractive man. I am 6’3, just about 220 pounds and very muscular. In my 30 wonderful years so far here on this planet, I have had my fair share of beautiful women. One relationship almost got me married, but in the end, we weren’t right for each other and we still keep in touch to this day. Since Jeanie and I split up, there haven’t been too many serious relationships, more like a few dates here and there with women who were nice, but just not right for me. I had kind of given up on women for a while, till things started to change with one of my students.

Nomi was in my Ancient Civilizations class during fifth period. It was a junior and senior class, but this year it was just seniors. We were going over the differences between actual history and the popular movie 300, when Maia got my attention. “Now girls, I know you don’t want to talk about this dumb movie anymore but please bare with me. Just a few more points and I promise you can go back to talking about your nails and Justin Timberlake,” I joked. One of the boys in the class started talking, but what I heard was Nomi.

“300 is such a chick flick when you think about it. Come on, 300 men walking around practically naked for almost 2 hours? And then there was that sex scene with Gerard Butler, seriously? What more can a girl ask for in a movie.” She was whispering to a friend of hers and I didn’t think she heard me until she looked in my direction and she saw my mouth half open. We both blushed. I quickly looked away, but my thoughts lingered, questioning what else struck her fancy. I felt a tug at in my slacks. As soon and my daydreams got too hot to handle, the bell rang.

“Don’t forget to finish the chapter and decide what subject you are going to be writing your term paper on!” I yelled as the class hustled out into the hallway. I watched as Nomi made her way to the door, she walked passed me, her leg touched mine; I assumed it was an accident as she exited the room. Never in my entire career have I ever thought of a student as anything more, or wearing anything less, but Nomi struck me.
She had the most beautiful face I had ever seen. She was Israeli and had a darker complexion, much like someone of Hispanic decent. She had gorgeous green eyes and full lips that encased blindingly white teeth. Two freckles dotted her right cheek, much like Marilyn Monroe and she had medium length brown hair. She was tall, maybe 5’9 I want to say with gorgeous legs. She was a little on the heavier side. She was by no means obese, but she had a small tummy and a very round ass that was perfect for grabbing onto. I was finally able to get her out of my head just as the school day was coming to an end.

“Mr. D’Angelo? May I come in?” It was Nomi. The final bell had rung and students were going home but today I had my office hours in case anyone needed extra help. I was surprised to see her, considering she had an A in the class and an A in every other class she took.

“Of course, Maia. Come on in. What’s up?” I asked in the calmest voice I could muster up at the moment. She walked in and sat in the desk directly in front of mine. She dropped her book bag to the floor and crossed her legs to the side, folding her hands on the desk. She looked pensive. It was cute, like she had something on her mind but couldn’t bring herself to say it. “Nomi, is everything alright?” I asked.

She raised her head and looked me in the eye. I was mesmerized. Her eyes were so green and so enchanting. Her eyelashes reached for the sky, yet she wore no mascara. I knew this because I often heard the other girls complimenting her and wishing they had eyelashes like hers. Her lips parted as if she was about to speak, but quickly closed and she thought a moment longer.

“You heard what I was talking about in class today,” she stated shyly. “I didn’t mean to offend you or anyone, I really didn’t think anyone was listening besides Maria. But I wanted to apologize if my comment was out of line.” She blushed again. It was cute; she was one of the sweetest girls in the school. Everyone liked her and all of the teachers loved her politeness and genuine nature. She was fidgeting with a ring on one of her fingers, as she looked down away from me, almost embarrassed or ashamed.

“Oh don’t worry about that. You didn’t offend me. I’m a guy remember? And I also coach the hockey team here. Locker room conversation among the boys is a hundred times worse than that. You’re fine, sweetheart.” As soon as “sweetheart” left my mouth I regretted saying it. I blushed. But my words seemed to have comforted her in some way. I got up from my chair and walked to the other side of my desk and leaned on the edge. We were maybe a foot away from each other and I now had a closer look into her beautiful eyes. “You don’t have to apologize, but thank you.” She smiled, flashing her pearly whites. It made her eyes glow even more, she was stunning when she smiled so widely.
“Thanks, Mr. D’Angelo! I have to get going, I need to be at work in a little bit. Have a good afternoon, see you in class tomorrow.” She uncrossed her legs, picked up her bag and rummaged for her car keys. When she found them, she got up. I was still leaning on my desk when she crossed in front of me and because of the close proximity of my desk and her desk, she was forced to brush up against my leg once more. Again, I thought nothing of it. I watched as she walked out of the classroom and made her way for the stairwell.

Later that night, while I was grading papers from my freshman class, I found myself unable to concentrate. All I could see were Nomi’s eyes. She had me hypnotized. I put my red pen down and decided to relieve some built up tension in the shower. The hot water felt amazing on my muscles. I had become so stiff over the course of the day and the heat was relaxing. With the water cascading down my body, I thought of Nomi. I thought of her smiling at me, looking deep into my eyes, and kissing me right in class with her beautiful lips and me grabbing her by her very wide and incredibly sexy hips even closer to me. I didn’t last very long. It must have been five minutes before I shot my load down the drain but man did it feel incredible. After the shower, I called it quits and went to bed. My last conscious thought was of her, laughing with her friends, absolutely beautiful in the most natural way.

The next morning, my alarm startled me out of my sleep. I couldn’t remember what I was dreaming about, but it must have been deep because I awoke in the same position that I fell asleep in. My actions from the previous night returned to my memory. I was ashamed of what I had done and felt like a pedophile even though I knew she had recently turned 18. She was my student. It was completely inappropriate for me to have those kinds of thoughts about her and I convinced myself that I would never let it happen again, even though she was by far one of the most incredible women I have ever laid eyes on.

The school day went on slowly. The clock seemed to take its time getting to fifth period and when students finally began arriving, my cock twitched as Nomi walked by me, taking her seat. I calmed myself down as I heard some of the boys talking about the Rangers verses Bruins game that went on last night. Apparently it was a big night for Henrik Lundqvist on the Rangers and my mind had left Nomi’s enchantment for the time being. Today’s lesson was on Spartan culture and how women were treated almost like men, with a few differences. In Spartan culture, it was not uncommon for men to approach any woman, married or not and try to force himself on her. The woman could fight back if she didn’t want to engage in sexual activities with the man and often, Spartan women were just as good fighters as men. The boys in my class didn’t like to hear about how they could fight back and the girls were elated to hear of “girl power” as one student put it so far back in history. I looked at Nomi during the lecture. At certain moments, it almost looked like she enjoyed the discussion of rape. At one point, she actually bit her bottom lip for brief second before realizing that I had seen. She blushed. It was adorable when she did that, I couldn’t help but smile. The class ended and Maia left without incident. I was relieved.

Over the next few days, my students began working on their term papers. It was the biggest paper most of them had ever written up to this point and it seemed like everyone was doing well on their outlines and finding all the necessary resources to back up their arguments. Nomi and I had no more incidents which was fantastic and I was beginning to get back to my usual self in regards to my teacher-student relationships, even though every now and then as I would drift off into sleep, the image of Nomi biting her bottom lip would creep into my mind.

It had been a month since Nomi had come into my classroom to unnecessarily apologize for her comments. I didn’t think she would ever come back to my office hours, much to my disappointment, but she did! “Mr. D’Angelo? Can I ask you a few questions about my term paper? I wrote a few pages but I don’t know if it’s what you want,” she said from the doorway. I motioned for her to take a seat in front of me. She walked in, placed her book bag on the floor, crossed her legs to the side and handed me her paper before folding her arms on the desk, exactly as before. I read over her pages. They were excellent.

“Nomi, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. If you keep going in the direction you are going in, I guarantee you will get an A on this paper.” She smiled sweetly and thanked me for reading over what she had started. I handed her the pages and she placed them in a folder and back into her bag. She lingered a moment and looked up at me. Her eyes were not glowing as usual. They were dark and sunken. She looked tired and almost defeated. “Nomi, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is everything ok? You don’t seem like yourself.”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine Mr. D’Angelo,” she said. I didn’t believe her. She got up to leave but I touched her arm and looked her in the eyes. She knew I didn’t believe her. She sat back down and started fidgeting with her ring again. “There’s this guy I met at work. He goes to college here and I like him, but I can’t tell if he likes me and it’s killing me. Guys never like me like that. They think I’m fat and I’m always just their friend and I’m just so tired of that.” She had tears in her eyes. I sat down in the desk next to hers to speak.

“Nomi, just give it time. I have no doubts that you will find a guy who absolutely loves you for everything you are. You can’t rush things like this. And I don’t know how good of an idea it is to be getting involved with a college guy to begin with. You’re a smart girl, you know what he wants.” She didn’t look at me. She wiped the tear from her cheek and started to get up.

“Thanks, Mr. D’Angelo. I needed that. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” She exited the room quickly. More time went on. My students handed in their term papers. Hockey season had ended at school and spring was starting. Nomi had begun coming to my office hours more regularly. Not to ask for help on her work, but just to talk. I loved it. She was so sweet and her voice was soothing. We talked about anything and everything. I learned that she is a Rangers fan, which was fantastic and that things had started to develop with that guy she met while waiting tables, which was not so fantastic. I was jealous. I couldn’t believe I was jealous over some stupid college kid who I knew wasn’t good enough for her. But I couldn’t voice my opinions. I just let it go and listened to her talk, which was all I wanted to do in any case.

One rainy Friday in May, I was finishing up grading my Ancient Civ term papers. I had gotten to Nomi’s. It was perfect. Her arguments were well developed and well supported. Her vocabulary was excellent and her grammar was flawless. I was going to ask her if it was all right to keep it and use it as an example for coming years. She deserved the A she got. A loud clap of thunder shook my house and suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. I got up from my office chair and headed towards the front door. They knocked again. I picked up the speed to see who it was. Nomi was standing on the front steps, drenched from head to toe. I could tell she was crying from her breathing and contorted face. I must have looked shocked because we just stood there for a moment, staring at each other.

“Nomi, what’s wrong? Come in out of the rain, you’ll get sick!” I reached for her arm and pulled her in. I motioned for her to sit down in the living room while I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I draped it over her shoulders and brought her a glass of water. She accepted it and began to drink. After a few minutes, she had calmed down enough to speak.

“I looked you up in the phone book. I didn’t know who else to go to, I’m sorry for barging in like this.” Her voice was shaky. Her eyes welled up again, but she forced back her tears and sipped more water. I just stood there, but my expression must have been comforting because she began to speak again. “Tommy, the guy I told you about, he..he..he..” she couldn’t get it out. I sat down on the couch next to her and gently placed my hand on her knee, trying to somehow express that she was safe here, although I had a hunch as to what he tried to do. There was a rip in her shirt and her left cheek was bright red. “He tried to get me to have sex with him. I didn’t want to and told him “no” but he grabbed at me and slapped me across the face.” She was sobbing. I took her in my arms and held her close. Her shaking subsided and her sobs lessened. I got up to refill her water and grabbed a few tissues.

“Let’s have a look at your cheek. I don’t think he broke the bone, but it’s still beet red,” I said as I gingerly touched the side of her face. She winced in pain but it wasn’t too bad. Her skin was so soft. She drank more water and her breathing got back to normal. She placed her glass on the coffee table and looked at me. “I’m so sorry Nomi. We are going to sort this out and contact the police in the morning.”

“That won’t be necessary. I kicked him in the balls and he doubled over. While he was on his knees I pushed him head first into the side of his car. I think he got the message.”

“Wow, okay. You must have really liked that Spartan lecture I gave earlier,” I chuckled. She smiled.

“Do you think I could spend the night here? My parents are out of town and I don’t want to go home by myself. You can say no of course.” She was so cute, how could anyone possibly say “no” to something like this.

“Of course you can stay here. I have a guest room. Um, I think I have some old sweat pants and a couple t-shirts you could borrow so you’re not in those wet clothes. We can toss them in the dryer if you want.” She nodded her head and followed me to the guest room. She sat down on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap, fidgeting with her ring again. I told her I would be right back with more towels and some clothes for her to change into. I went into my room and grabbed a box from the top of my closet with had all my old t-shirts and sweatpants from a few years ago that I outgrew. I folded them neatly on top of another towel and walked back to Nomi. I placed them on the bed next to her. “The bathroom is right across the hall. There is plenty of soap and shampoo, make yourself at home.”

“Mr. D’Angelo,” she almost cried out. I turned back towards her. She got up from the bed and slowly walked towards me. She wrapped her arms around my torso and tucked her head into my neck. I placed my hands on her back and held her tightly. I could feel her shaking again and assumed she had started crying again. I continued to hold her and started rubbing small circles on her back to try and sooth her. It worked. “Thank you, Mr. D’Angelo. I didn’t know who else to come to. It really means a lot to me,” she said. I held her at arms length.

“I’m here to help, and I’m very glad that you trusted me enough.” I kissed her on her forehead. I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do, but she didn’t protest, only smiled. I turned back around and closed the door behind me. I walked into my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. What the hell was I doing? I had the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my house, spending the night because some guy tried and failed miserably to violate her. She was vulnerable and emotionally unstable. I could do almost anything I wanted to her. She was so gorgeous. I stripped down and walked into the master bath. I turned on the hot water and took a quick shower. Visions of Nomi played over and over in my head. I needed to release some tension. I grunted in pleasure and rested against the wall f the shower. I grabbed onto the side because I felt like my legs would give out at any second. After regaining my composure, I dried off and put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.

As I was walking to the kitchen to get a quick sip of water, I noticed the bathroom door slightly open. I could see Nomi standing in front of the mirror, trying to work out the tangles in her wet hair. I also noticed a few bruises along her side. She looked even more beautiful with the marks. Her small breasts sat high on her chest, her ass curved way out and her legs went on for miles and from what I could see from that angle, it looked to me like her pussy was shaved smooth. My cock began to stir again. I forced myself to look away but it was too late. She saw me looking at her. We both blushed and I quickly ran for the kitchen.

A few moments later, she appeared in front of me. Wearing my old Boston University t-shirt and Cape Cod sweat pants, she looked incredible; so natural and clean. I put my glass down as she walked towards me. She placed both her hands on my chest and leaned up to kiss me softly on the lips. She smelled so good and her kiss was so gentle. I broke away from the kiss and stared down deep into her captivating eyes. They had regained part of their glow and she smiled sweetly up at me. “We can’t do this, Nomi. I’m your teacher and you are my student. It’s wrong and I could get into a lot of trouble for this.” She kissed me again, a little harder this time as she pushed herself against my chest. Her soft lips parted and her tongue entered my mouth without protest. We kissed for several minutes. At one point I had wrapped my arms around the small of her back and lifted her to her tiptoes as we embraced.

She broke from the kiss first. I almost pulled her back to me but entered reality once again. “I know it’s wrong, but I know you want this as much as I do. Please kiss me, Mr. D’Angelo,” she said softly. I complied. We embraced again and our passion grew. My hands traveled south to her ample bottom. I squeezed her ass tightly in my hands as we kissed and she moaned into my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I lifted her onto the island in the center of the kitchen. She spread her legs and I stood between them, still kissing this beautiful young woman. She tugged at the bottom of my shirt, implying that she wanted me to remove it. I did as she asked and stood there in just my boxers as her eyes roamed my body. “You’re so muscular,” she said as her silky hands glided over my pecks and down my abs before they made their climb back to my neck and she kissed me once more. I placed my hands at the bottom of her t-shirt. She smiled sweetly and pulled my hands up, t-shirt in tow.
She was not wearing her bra and I had the most glorious view of her young and perky B cup breasts. She guided my hands to her chest and I fondled both of her soft tits, rolling each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers. They became erect and begged for me to lean in and suckle them. I looked into Nomi’s eyes for permission. “I’m yours,” she said. I bent down and kissed her blossoming chest. Her skin was soft and sweet and she let out the cutest little moans I’ve ever heard. She raised my head, and kissed me on the lips before leaning back and laying down on the island, with her feet dangling over the edge. I bent down once again, taking her right tit into my mouth. With my right hand, I fondled her left breast and with my left hand, I began to gently rub her pussy through her sweat pants. She bucked her hips at my touch, only making my cock grow harder and harder in my shorts.

After switching to her to her left breast in my mouth and adjusting my hands accordingly, I began to feel her squirming underneath me. She pushed me up, and after seeing the confusion on my face, she giggled and reached for the waistband of the sweatpants she was in. She tugged them down, lifting her hips and allowing the pants to fall to the floor. She sat there completely naked in front of me. I was correct in my assumption that she was shaved, except for a small strip of short hair just above her slit. She was a goddess. She lay back down onto the counter and I assumed the position once more, only stimulating her pussy a little more eagerly now. I slipped my middle finger into her hot and slippery slit. She was so warm and wet, my cock grew harder and harder. She was moving her hips along with my finger and she bucked when I found her clit. It was already hard and her breathing quickened as I played with the little love button.

I applied more pressure onto her tits and her clit and before I knew it, she was cumming hard on my hand. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead and a shiny glow appeared all over her convulsing body. She was a vision of perfection. As her breathing came back to normal, she sat up. “I didn’t know I could cum that hard,” she gasped. I chuckled and kissed her. She was flushed all over and glowing like an angel. “Make love to me, Mr. D’Angelo,” she said.


“You’ve already done this much, why can’t we continue it. Don’t you think I’m beautiful?”

“I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. But you are my student and what we have done is completely wrong.”

“If it’s so wrong, then explain this,” she said coyly as she patted my boner. I blushed.

“Are you sure you want this? No one can find out about this. Nomi, we’re walking a tight rope here.”

“I want this. I’ve wanted it for so long, you’re such a nice man and I know you will treat me right, you already have. Please make love to me.” I began to contemplate my current situation. I had grown to adore this wonderful girl to the point where we both trusted each other enough to be in this situation in the first place. She was practically begging me to make love to her and my body was screaming “YES!” But on the other hand, I was completely jeopardizing my career. She saw my thoughts. She leaned in close and kissed me hard on the lips, wrapping her arms around my neck once again and pulling me closer to her. I could feel her still wet pussy against my stomach and her delicious breasts on my chest.

I made up my mind. I broke from the kiss and smiled at her. She lit up like a Christmas tree. I placed my right arm under hers and around her back. I grabbed her legs and draped them over my left arm and carried her into my bedroom. She was kissing my neck and nibbling on my ears as I walked with her in my arms. It was driving me crazy. I turned sideways to enter the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. She was lying down, knees bent together with her feet flat on the bed and her arms above her head. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

I placed my body weight on top of her and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her legs around my torso and pulled me closer to her. She was so soft and smelled so incredibly good. I began to kiss her neck, moving my way down over her tits and down her cute little belly. I turned my course to her right thigh and kissed it down to her knee and then back up the inside almost to her gloriously hot pussy. I skipped over her sex and made my way down and back up the other leg. I could see moisture developing in her slit. I blew cool air on her and her hips twitched.

I leaned in closer and brushed my tongue along her slit. She gasped. She spread her legs open farther and I scooted down a little bit to have easier access and could hold onto her juicy thighs. I spread her lips with my tongue and lapped at her fluids. I made my way up to her clit and flicked it playfully with my tongue. Her hips began to move and I gently sucked on her clit, tugging at it lightly. She was in heaven. I could hear her moaning and her hips began to lose control. While sucking on her clit I slipped a finger into her slit, finding the entrance to her steaming pussy. I pressed in. She was so incredibly tight I couldn’t believe it. It felt so good and her pussy clamped down on m finger like a vice. I moved in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. She moved her hips in rhythm with my hand and she began to cum again, this time squirting a little liquid out and onto my face. I felt my finger being milked by her muscles as they continued their orgasmic bliss.

Her convulses subsided and I climbed my way back to her smiling face. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was half open with a huge grin across her face. I kissed her hard on the lips and slid my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself. She arched her back into me and easily rolled me over onto my back so that now, she was on top. It was a sight for sore eyes. She straddled my waist and placed her hands on my chest, leaning down again to kiss me. She climbed to one side of me and began to tug at my boxers. I raised my butt off the bed so she could slide my shorts down to my ankles. I kicked them off and she stared at my erect penis, almost a little frightened.

“You don’t have to do this. It’s completely ok if you don’t want to.” It was the truth. I didn’t need her so suck me off. Bringing her to her own orgasm and watching her glow was more than enough pleasure for me, but come on, who wouldn’t want this beautiful creature wrapping her full lips around a stiff cock?

“I want to. I’ve just never done it before,” she said shyly. Was she a virgin? That would explain her extreme tightness but she is far too stunning to have never been touched this way before.

“It’s ok,” I assured her. “I’ll help you through it.”

She leaned down and kissed the tip of my cock. It was electrifying. She took in the head and sucked gently. It was incredible. Her mouth was so warm and it had been so long since the last time I had done this with a woman. I felt like I could explode at any second. As she sucked the head, she stroked the shaft, applying the slightest pressure that was just what I liked. I moaned in approval. She began to take more of me in her mouth. She licked the underside of my shaft, which made her strokes even easier and began to bob up and down on my hard member. Her strokes quickened and her intake grew larger and I felt myself ready to cum. I stopped her.

“Did I do something wrong?” She was about to speak again but I kissed her to assure her that she did everything absolutely perfectly. She rested on top of me and I rolled her over onto her back. She spread her legs and I knelt between them, placing my cock and her inviting entrance. A thought just occurred to me, condoms! I didn’t have any and didn’t expect her to have any. She read my thoughts. “I’m on the pill. Please don’t make me wait any longer for you,” she said.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I inched closer and slid the head into her tight vagina. I could see her beautiful green eyes tear up from the pain but she held onto my hips so make sure I didn’t pull out. She nodded her head in approval and I pressed inward. It almost hurt me she was so tight but the tears in her eyes were like daggers to my heart. I hated hurting her so much but we both knew that the pain would subside and the pleasure would take over soon enough. I was brought back to reality when I hit a wall. Her hymen was still intact. She was indeed a virgin and I began to pull out. I couldn’t do this to her. It was going to be painful for her and I couldn’t bring myself to do it. “I can’t, Nomi. I want to but I can’t hurt you.” She had a thought. She pushed me off of her and rolled me on my back. She once again straddled me, but placed my cock back at the entrance of her pussy.

“I want this, I know you want it too and I know it will hurt, but it will be ok,” she said shakily. She lowered herself back onto be. It was a sensation that I never want to end. She got used to my size once again and lowered herself even farther. I saw my dick disappearing into her love canal and we once again were met by her barrier. She raised herself up, and slammed herself down onto my pelvic bone. She bent over, placing her head on my chest and I felt a tear drop onto my skin. I lifted her head. Her eyes were red but she was smiling. I kissed her and let her adjust to the feeling. I saw a bit of blood trickle down. She shifted her hips and my dick grew harder in her. I placed my hands on both her of her wonderful ass cheeks and raised her up a bit before guiding her back down slowly. She got the idea and began moving on her own. I still kept my hand on her ass and gave her a tight squeeze every now and then. She felt so good on me. She looked so beautiful.

The pain seemed to disappear from her eyes and I could hear her moaning from the pleasure. My balls began to tighten. I lifted her up off of me and placed her on her back. I put her legs up on each of my shoulders and began to pump into her slowly. Seeing her at that viewpoint was almost too much to handle. She was stunning. I felt a few beads of sweat form on my forehead. She began to raise and lower her hips in sync with my thrusts and she was starting to tighten up. I knew we were both close so I drove into her harder. Her legs clamped around my head and her back arched as her muscles took over and she erupted around my cock. She was milking me and I couldn’t wait any longer. I spewed my cum deep into her and I collapsed beside her. It was most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt and she quickly drifted off into sleep.

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash off. After a few minutes I returned and she stirred. “Thank you, Mr. D’Angelo. That was incredible. If I knew that’s would have happened, I would have kept at teasing you!” she said girlishly. She had brushed up against me on purpose. And gave me those seductive looks to drive me crazy. I couldn’t believe it. She was too cute. I climbed back into bed as she climbed out to clean herself off. I heard the water running for a few seconds and then it shut off. She reentered the bedroom and slid under the covers next to me. She rested her head on my shoulder, just under my chin and draped her hand across my chest and fell back asleep. She truly was an angel. I soon followed suit and drifted off into dreamland, but it seemed like reality was a lot nicer at that point.

My last conscious thought was, “Where are we going from here?”
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