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movements.
    Just before it became too much I felt it finally, the contractions of her orgasm. A ripple of clenching ecstasy.
    As soon as she slumped I gripped the root of my cock and squeezed a makeshift cock ring. The dismounting was agony. She was so wet as she slid up, she smelled so good. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in that wet warmth, but instead I said, “Four.”
    She nodded. I understood she couldn’t speak. I watched her walk down the path to her doorway. Normally I’d walk her to her front door, but not tonight. For a start I didn’t think she’d want me to and honestly I didn’t think I was physically able. As it was it was a good fifteen minutes before I could even drive.
    On the way home I stopped at a drive-thru for a soda with an extra cup of ice. I stuck the ice between my legs and it eased the ache a little. I didn’t want to ease it completely, I liked the ache. It made me think of Mrs. D and what was to come.

Chapter Seven
    I made sure that I had no other yards that day. Working twelve hour days to get all my clients done, to have the day clear. I awoke that morning with a rock hard erection that would not go down.
    At 11.30 with sweaty palms and tenting khakis I knocked on the Dean’s front door. I’d dressed as if it were a normal work day, knowing that’s what she wanted. She was in a robe, nipples hard, jutting points in the slippery silk. My throat tightened and my breath came fast.
    I’d expected her to take me down the hall to the bedroom but she didn’t. Instead she led me out back to the kitchen. I’d seen it from the outside before, but I’d never actually been inside. It was blue and white; it kind of reminded me of a poster I’d seen of the Greek Isles.
    I sat down on a stool at the bench. She poured me a glass of lemonade from a jug she’d taken from the fridge. I was grateful as my mouth was nervous dry. She was returning the jug to the fridge with her back to me when she said, “Are you ready for today Jacob?”
    “Yes Mrs. D.”
    I thought she might sit beside me, or maybe kiss me but she didn’t. She lay her palms flat down on the bench and stood opposite me. Staring right into my eyes.
    “Are you really ready? To let go. To face up to your desires. Your needs?”
    I couldn’t lie to those eyes so I said, “I’m scared, but I want to. I want to do it.”
    “Good. There’s no need for bravado here Jacob. You can tell me if you’re scared. Or you don’t want something. Anytime.”
    “Should I have some sort of safe word?”
    She laughed and I blushed. I felt the burn rise up my neck all the way to my scalp. “Oh, Jacob, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh at you. It’s just that you’re so damn cute. Of course you should have a safe word. Let’s make it …white.”
    I nodded.
    “You say white and we’ll stop. Any other word....” she spoke slowly, “… No. Please. Don’t. Stop. Help . All of those words will mean nothing. They’ll be play words. Because when you say them you don’t want to stop. You want us to go on—to tease you. To find that point where you can take no more…don’t you, Jacob?”
    “Yes.” The word came out like a husk. Dry and weightless. I took another drink.
    “He doesn’t know you’re here. He doesn’t know about today.”
    I’d been wondering about that. Whether she would tell him about me, or if she would just surprise him. I was a little worried, but trusted her to know what was best.
    “That’s why I asked if this is really what you wanted, because you’ll have to convince him. You’ll have to make him want this too.”
    I swallowed hard. My throat ached, like someone had wrapped a hand around my neck and squeezed hard. She came around my side of the bench and placed a cool hand on my cheek.
    “He’ll be surprised. He’ll battle with his feelings. Just as you have about this, about the way you feel about him. Follow my lead and we’ll convince him. We’ll have to make it a game. Play. Do you like