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  With his free hand, he slapped my ass and said, “This pussy of yours is so fucking tight.”

  I responded to his carnal praise by pressing my ass into him and meeting each aggressive thrust. My back was arched, my head pulled back, and my mouth open as I cried out while more pleasure rocked my body.

  He continued to claim my body until with one final thrust, he came inside of me with a groan that filled the room with his completion.

  I had never felt so content and proud of myself before.

  I could make a man like Mr. D cum in such a way.

  It was me.

  I did this.

  As he relaxed his grip on my hair, and lay on top of me, I knew I had slayed a beast tonight. I had conquered my very own dragon.

  Mr. D was mine.

  He would be mine beyond just tonight.

  As his breathing steadied, he rolled off of me, reached under my arms, and pulled me up to the pillow and adjusted the blankets so they were covering me. Was he tucking me into his bed? For the night?

  “Stay with me,” I said as I feared he would get up and go to the couch when he didn’t settle in next to me.

  “We acted without thinking tonight,” he said, looking down into my eyes.

  “I don’t want to think. Why do we always have to think? I’m ready to feel. To feel anything but what I’ve been feeling lately. I just want to fall asleep in your arms.”

  He acted on my words and positioned us so that I rested my head on his chest as his arms held me to him. I could hear the beating of his heart, and I knew that minute that I made the right decision in crawling into bed with him. It was right. Others would argue. But for me, for him, it was right.

  “Mr. D?” I asked softly, looking up into his eyes as he pulled the blanket up over my shoulder. “Can we not think of Black Mountain Academy this weekend? Can it just be us? You and me and nothing else. Just for the weekend. Then we can face reality.”

  His face hardened and I saw such uncertainty in his eyes. “A break from reality sounds like a good idea right now,” he said.

  11

  Corrine

  “We really should get up and start the day,” he said as he kissed me on the top of the head.

  We had spent the entire morning having sex and cuddling. I could have remained like that all day.

  “Let’s get in the shower,” he said.

  He bent down and lifted my limp and satisfied body. He didn’t seem to find me heavy in the slightest, and I found the new experience of being carried by someone enjoyable. It made me feel safe, protected and nurtured. Like I was a delicate princess… too special to walk. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to carry me to the bathroom in his cradled embrace. I didn’t say anything. Nor did he. I just held.

  He placed me outside the shower and turned on the water. Although the water shot out of the shower head at a bitterly cold temperature, splashing on us in tiny droplets, Mr. D quickly adjusted the taps until it was delightfully warm as I entered inside the stall. The water washed away the remnants of last night and this morning and washed away any signs of what we had just done. Yet, a pleasure in the most taboo of ways remained. We had sex. Mr. D and I had sex… multiple times.

  He discarded his boxers and stepped into the shower himself. He was naked. And although I had seen him naked last night, this was the first man I truly had ever seen completely nude in broad daylight.

  I stepped to the side a bit so we could both share the streaming water. I wanted to examine every inch of his body with my eyes, with my hands, and even my tongue. Clearly last night, and even this morning, wasn’t enough. My appetite for more grew.

  “Hand me that bottle,” he said, pointing to the shampoo.

  I did so, and he squeezed some into his palm and then reached for my hair and began to massage it into my scalp.

  I moaned.

  I couldn’t help it. It felt so good, and the loving act was not lost on me. I never had someone do something so tender and affectionate to me before.

  He continued to work the shampoo into my hair as the floral fragrance wafted up my nose, reviving my neglected soul. I actually felt cared for.

  “You have gorgeous hair,” he said softly. His nude body was so close to mine, yet it did not touch, nor did I feel like the act was his foreplay for more sex. He was simply doing this to be kind.

  “I’ve never had anyone wash my hair before. Well unless you count the hairdresser, but I’ve never had… this. I’m not used to… attention.”

  “You deserve this every day,” he mumbled, so low that it seemed he hadn’t planned for me to actually hear what he said.

  He used the rest of the soapy lather on his hands and ran it over my entire body. It wasn’t sexual. It wasn’t lecherous. It was simply a man cleaning a woman.

  “You know we’re breaking all the rules. We shouldn’t be doing this.” His words weren’t cruel, but they still stung. I didn’t want this to be wrong when I knew it felt right.

  I looked at him as he helped me rinse the shampoo out of my hair. “Do you always follow the rules?” I wondered if I was expected to agree, because I didn’t want to.

  He nodded. “Usually the big ones. Yes. This is a pretty fucking massive rule we are ignoring.”

  “Why? I’m nineteen.”

  “Because you’re a student of Black Mountain Academy. I’m the principal… at least until someone catches wind of this.”

  “I would never tell anyone.”

  “It’s not just that.” He leaned down and softly kissed my lips. “We both know this isn’t going to end well.”

  “Why?” I said as I lowered my hand to his dick, loving that it instantly twitched and hardened. “You think I can’t keep up with you?” I licked my lips and considered dropping to my knees to show him just how wrong he was about us. We could work. We could make it work.

  “We are both at very different stages of our lives.”

  “I believe you’re overthinking,” I said, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment. “Let’s just live in the moment. Right now.” I gave a wicked smile as I stroked his dick. “We already crossed the line. We might as well enjoy this side of forbidden.”

  Mr. D swallowed hard but didn’t respond.

  I didn’t mind the touch of bad. I actually enjoyed the smell of possible destruction. At least it made me feel something, anything. I wasn’t numb. I had felt nothing for so long that even feeling dirty and soiled by temptations was better than the void of nothing I had been spinning in for so long.

  He didn’t argue with me. Instead, he reached for my chin, pushed me down to my knees, and pulled my face to the tip of his hardened flesh. He continued to hold my chin as he pressed past my lips and rested heavy on my tongue. I didn’t have a choice but to open wide as the thickness of his member filled every inch of open space in my mouth. The weight was heavy against my tongue, and as he pressed deeper inside, I struggled not to gag as his full size touched the back of my throat. He released my chin and placed both of his hands on each side of my head, and gently began rocking his hips. The friction of my lips along his smooth and velvety skin caused his penis to twitch and grow even bigger.

  I looked up at him, and for the first time since we entered the shower, he wasn’t staring at me. Instead, he had his eyes closed, his head tilted back slightly, and my pussy pulsated knowing I was giving him pleasure by having my mouth around him.

  Tasting the saltiness, smelling the musky odor, and feeling the black hairs that circled his sex brush up against my face each time he drove as far into my mouth as he could, lit my body on fire even as the water from the shower extinguished the flames. I held my position, kept my mouth open, and tried to give this man the best blowjob of his life. I think it helped that he kept his hands firmly placed on my head. It offered me the support and guidance that I so desperately needed. He chose the pace and set the depth of how far he would fuck my mouth. I was his vessel to fuck and I loved every second of it.

  I would
worship this cock as I knew he wanted me to do.

  In and out he went, plundering my mouth. I watched his face tighten, heard his breathing increase, and felt his thrusts grow in aggression. A deep moan came from the depths of his belly and exited his lips on a growl. Hot liquid shot from his cock and coated the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow the salty, milky matter. He released my head from his grip, and with a gentle touch of his fingertip, he swiped at the remnants of his release that seeped from the corner of my mouth.

  He pulled me back to standing and continued to bathe the rest of my body and then did the same to his. Silently turning off the water, he reached for two towels and handed one to me. Once he dried his body off, he used his towel to help dry my hair. He gently squeezed the water out, massaging my scalp again. Closing my eyes, I just allowed the feelings of good to wash over me.

  “What should we do today?” he asked as he reached for my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. “It’s going to be a nice day, and I don’t know about you, but I could use a day out in nature. Something that allows some fresh air.”

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “Kayaking sounds good,” he answered simply as he sat me down on the bed. “Ever been?”

  He walked over to a dresser and pulled out a shirt and pair of shorts. I clung to the towel around my body as goosebumps covered my flesh.

  “No,” I answered. I wasn’t really the outdoorsy type. “I don’t really get along with Mother Nature.”

  “It’s easy, and you’ll love it,” he said, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. “You just haven’t been introduced to her properly yet by the right person.”

  “And you are that person?” My belly flipped and my skin sizzled. He was acting like we were going on a… on a date.

  “Get ready and we’ll go get breakfast on the way to the lake.”

  Mr. D

  It had only been a couple of days, and we were moving at warp speed. Sex, cuddling, waking up together in the morning, showering, having breakfast together, and now spending the day with each other like an official date was not the way I liked to live my life. I hadn’t had a relationship in years, and frankly, I preferred it that way. Casual sex kept things simple, and I liked simple.

  But Corrine was anything but simple.

  I shouldn’t have had sex with her, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to live my life with regrets. And I didn’t regret having sex with Corrine and acting so fast and furious. Maybe if I were a wiser man, I would. Maybe I should be promising it would never happen again, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I did want her, again, and again, and again.

  Was I some sex-crazed creep who just wanted young, tight pussy? I’m sure many would view me as that if they knew what happened last night, and then this morning, and hopefully multiple more times this weekend. But I didn’t care. It was nobody’s business what we did. Just ours, and as long as we could keep it that way, we would be able to create our own version of simple.

  “You make it look so easy,” she said, paddling my second kayak that, until today, had yet to be used. I never did understand why I had bought two kayaks, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Now I was doing the couple thing… odd, but I liked it.

  “You’ll get the hang of it,” I said. “It’s not like a canoe where you have to worry about tipping over.”

  “I feel like I could,” she said, looking at the crystal-clear water of Devil’s Bluff Lake. “And it looks freezing.”

  “Even strokes,” I coached as I positioned my kayak next to hers and matched her pace.

  “I actually really like this,” she said. “It’s pretty here. I’ve never been.”

  I found that to be shocking. “You live in Black Mountain but have never been to Devil’s Bluff Lake. This is a landmark. How is that?”

  “You’ve never met my mother. We didn’t do nature.” She paddled in silence for a few moments. “We didn’t do much.”

  “You traveled a lot together right? So, you must have done some things.”

  She huffed. “I traveled with a nanny and her team of staff. I maybe saw her an hour a day. Maybe. And she was notorious for arriving someplace, meeting up with old friends or lovers and disappearing for days. Her staff knew they just needed to watch over me, and she would someday return.”

  “Sounds lonely,” I said.

  “I don’t know what it feels like to not feel alone.”

  “Well, you aren’t alone anymore. I’m here to help you get through all this.”

  She stopped paddling as we reached the middle of the lake and then looked at me. “Am I a burden to you, Mr. D?”

  The way her eyes looked as she asked the question, I instantly regretted being in the kayaks and separate. I wanted to hold her, stroke her hair and give her loving kisses of affection. This poor girl. She needed love. It was so obvious to see, and my heart longed to be the man to give it.

  “First of all, you are far from a burden. Second, I think you can stop calling me Mr. D when we aren’t in school.”

  “I like Mr. D,” she said with a giggle. “It’s catchy.” She looked around at the trees, the huge rock structure known as Devil’s Tooth and took a deep breath. “I didn’t even know what your real name was until I heard that woman in your room call you Drew. But it doesn’t suit you. I think you’ll always be Mr. D to me.”

  “How about we just keep it D then? Cut the mister part.”

  She nodded. “D.” With a big smile, she said. “I like that… D.”

  “And, Corrine, you will never be a burden to me. You never need to feel that way. It saddens me to think you were brought up to think that way.”

  “I know I threw myself on you.”

  “You couldn’t control the situation that brought us together. And who cares at this point? If you haven’t noticed, I like you.”

  “Because we had sex?” she asked with narrowed eyes as she nibbled her lip.

  I chuckled. “As great as our sex was, there’s more to us than that. I’ve had lots of sex with women I don’t really care for. It’s easy, no hassle, and just the way I am usually. But you’re refreshing. I actually like spending time with you outside of the bedroom.”

  She smiled and the tops of her cheeks pinkened. “Do you have a lot of women in your life?”

  “I’m far from a playboy if that’s what you’re asking. I tend to keep to myself. But are there women…” I laughed. “I think you saw for yourself.”

  “Shelly right?”

  “Yeah, Shelly. And before you ask, no, there’s nothing between us. Maybe she would like there to be, but she’s not my type.”

  “What is your type?”

  “Clearly I like damsels in distress.”

  “Does my age bother you?”

  I really liked how straightforward and to the point this woman was. She said what she thought, and I appreciated her boldness. If she thought it, she asked it.

  “Not your age… not really. I would rather you not be a student at Black Mountain Academy. It weirds me out. It’s risky as hell. But I also know that had we met at a bar or something—” She wasn’t even twenty-one. Idiot. “Well, if we met under different circumstances, I’m not sure I wouldn’t pursue you simply because of age. What about you? Does my age bother you?”

  “I find maturity sexy,” she said. “The men I’ve been interested in in the past tended to be older too. Have you met the boys at Black Mountain Academy? I would rather stay clear of them. I’m not saying I’m more mature—”

  “But you are,” I interrupted. “You most certainly are more worldly. Hell, you are more traveled and experienced with real adventure than I am.”

  “If you call being holed up as a near orphan in every five-star hotel in the world as adventure, then yes, I got that on you.”

  “I find you fascinating, Corrine. I can tell I’ve only scratched the surface when it comes to you.”

  She shrugged. “I suppose so. But I’m sure there’s a lot I don’t know about you as w
ell.”

  “Well, I for one am looking forward to learning more. And we have a great weekend ahead of us. Tomorrow, I was thinking we could go on this hike I’ve been hearing about. It’s near Angel’s Sin which is a smaller lake fed from this one we are in.”

  She rolled her eyes and playfully sighed. “You’re going to turn me into one of those tree-hugging Patagonia yuppies, aren’t you?”

  I reached my hand into the water and splashed her. “Come on, let’s keep going.”

  12

  Mr. D

  I had never hated a Monday more than I did today.

  “Can’t we call in sick?” Corrine whined as she cuddled her naked body against mine. “Pretty please?”

  Kissing the top of her head and trying to ignore my hardening cock, I said, “Someone has missed too many days of school, or we would.”

  “I could write a really good excuse. Get a pass.” She ran her palm along my chest, making small circles down to my cock.

  I took hold of her hand and brought it to my lips and kissed it. “Someone in this bed needs to graduate.”

  “Mr. Deeeeeeee…” she whined and then pouted her lips out.

  I didn’t blame her one bit for the pout because it was definitely how I was feeling as well. We had an amazing weekend. Spending time with Corrine filled me with a happiness and a level of contentment I hadn’t felt in a very long time. We were doing all the activities I loved, but it was fun seeing them for the first time through her eyes. She had lived such a sheltered life from all the normal things in a day-to-day existence, and I loved being the one to introduce them to her. I wished the weekend didn’t have to come to an end.

  Corrine snuggled more deeply into my arms. I hadn’t let her out of my sight all weekend and doing so today was going to suck.

  “We should get breakfast going before we’re late,” I suggested, trying to force both of us out of bed.