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that spilled water down on each other. Surrounding the fountain was a
ring of red flowers, followed by another ring of blue flowers.
Horticulture had never been my strong suit, so I had no idea what
kind of flowers they were, but it was pretty.
    I took a deep breath
as I killed the engine, looking over at the house. Somewhere inside,
Damien Reed was waiting to give me lessons on sexual nature and
fantasy, whatever that meant. I imagined him walking out of the house
shirtless, and my loins ached with need. Such a sexual deviant, I
was. Or, at least, my mind liked to pretend I was. In reality, I was
a virgin, and my sexual experience was minimal. Still, my brain spent
most of its time in the gutter, fabricating erotic fantasies, most of
which involved Damien as of late. He had become a sort of obsession
for me, a fetish that replayed in my mind every night when I
pleasured myself before bed. It was hard to believe that my fantasies
were about to be made flesh.
    “ Just
breathe,” I told myself as I opened the door and stepped out of
my car, wondering if I had overdressed for the occasion. To be
honest, my weekend wardrobe wasn't much different from school days. I
wore pencil skirts or ankle length skirts on most days, coupled with
a blouse that covered my entire chest. My clothes were form fitting,
but far from seductive.
    Once I reached the
doorstep, I straightened out the wrinkles in my skirt. Naturally, I
wanted to look perfect for Damien. I had even taken extra time on my
hair and makeup, though I doubted he'd notice. Men weren't the most
observant creatures.
    I raised my hand to
ring the doorbell and then waited until I heard footsteps on the
other side. My heart drummed in my chest as the door handle began to
turn. This was it. There was no going back now.
    Apparently, I wasn't
the only one who didn't vary my wardrobe much between weekends and
weekdays. Damien was rocking his typical tight-fitting jeans and
T-shirt, making my imagination run rampant with thoughts of what was
underneath them. I had already seen his impressive cock, but the rest
of his naked body remained a mystery to me—a mystery I hoped
would soon be discovered.
    “ Come on in,”
he said, stepping aside without so much as a smile.
    “ This is a
nice place.” I gazed around the interior of the house, which
was every bit as expansive as the outside made it seem. Like Damien's
desk at the college, the house was absolutely immaculate, with
everything in its place. You'd never know that a bachelor lived
there.
    “ This place is
a lot bigger than I would think someone can afford on a teacher's
salary,” I noted, following him into the living room.
    “ Well, it
wasn't entirely bought on my salary, to be honest. I made a sizable
amount of money when the stock market crashed. While other people
were busy trying to get out, I was putting money in. After the stock
market recovered, I cashed out about half of my investments and
bought this place,” he told me.
    Definitely, a smart
man.
    Damien sat me down
and offered to get me a drink. While he went to retrieve it, I took
some time to look around. His home décor was very
contemporary, with lots of angles and neutral tones. There wasn't a
whole lot of art, but the few paintings I did see were all abstract.
The house didn't have a very lived in look, to be honest. More like
something out of the pages of an interior design magazine.
    When he returned, I
thanked him for the water he brought me. He sat a few feet away on
the large sectional sofa, angling his legs to face me and pulling a
piece of paper from his pocket, which I quickly realized was the
questionnaire he had me fill out in agreement to taking his lessons.
    “ I
want to take some time to go over this first and get to know each
other a little better before we begin. During this time, you can ask
me any questions you might have,” he said. When I didn't
respond, he continued, “You have pretty much no sexual
experience, right?”
    “