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hard.”
    “So you've been looking,” he teased.
    “Well, yeah. I figured that would be a sign that I had done a good job.”
    “You did a great job. I just have a lot of self-control. It's not often my body does things I don't want it to, excluding when I'm sick.”
    Is that even possible, I thought, or was he just saying that to be nice. Sure, he wasn't some teenage boy who was going to pop a boner at every boob he saw, but still. I had given him a very intimate one-on-one strip show. Few guys could see something like that without getting hard.
    “Masturbate for me. You're warmed up as it is. It's important for me to see you pleasure yourself, for future lessons. Now, I know it might be a bit awkward, since you've never done it in front of anyone before. Just try to pretend I'm not here. You don't need to do any fake moaning or try to impress me, or drag it out longer than necessary. Do what you normally do.”
    I thought about opening my mouth to argue, but instead, I found myself crawling onto the bed and rolling onto my back. Damien had one thing right; I was definitely warmed up and ready to go. My mind was still stuck on the image of him sucking on the lollipop, teasing it with his tongue.
    The sensitive nerves in my clit tingled as my fingers found their way between my legs. Normally, it only took me about five minutes to rub one out. That wouldn't be the case this time though. Despite the fire burning between my legs, my mind kept getting distracted. No matter how much I tried to pretend I was alone, I knew that Damien Reed was sitting a few feet away watching me without a tent in his pants. It was a discouraging thought.
    This is for you, not for him, I had to remind myself. You're doing this so that you can be more sexually secure.
    One hand worked back and forth in heated circles over my clit while the other teased one of my erect nipples. I tried to keep the picture of Damien sucking the lollipop in my head. My thoughts kept drifting deeper though, moving further back to when we were in his office. The head of his cock had pressed against my passageway, nudging to the point of pain. It hadn't bucked all the way inside, but that feeling when he was there, when we were so close to coupling. At the time, I was a bit afraid. Now, the memory brought back nothing but excitement.
    My finger worked with energized fervor, massaging while my toes curled, and I pressed my hips forward, practically writhing on the bed as I rubbed out my pleasure. All the while, I imagined Damien's glorious tip at my entrance, threatening to break through and invade my virgin tunnel. It would have felt exquisite, I was sure. Maybe a bit painful, but that would have gone away once I got used to his girth. The thought of Damien Reed between my legs was enough to send me over the edge, drowning me in a fit of blissful contractions. My lips parted to moan, but I swallowed the sound, not wanting to seem fake or flaky. The contractions rolled through me in rapid succession, firing off my sensitive nerve endings, and soon I found myself spent and breathing ragged on the bed.
    When I finally turned to look at Damien Reed, there was a tent in his pants.

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    I got dressed while Damien jotted notes down on the clipboard. Hearing the pen scratch against paper was a bit unnerving, as if I was being graded on my performance. Curiosity made me want to ask what he was writing, but I was too shy and embarrassed, and part of me feared it wasn't something I wanted to know anyway.
    With me dressed and his notes taken, the session was over. Like the professional that he was, Damien walked me to the door, going over what time he'd like me to come over the following day. My brain went wild, trying to imagine my next lesson. Apparently, I had used up all of my boldness during the striptease and self-pleasure session, because I could barely utter out more than a few words before I found myself standing outside of his house, staring at my Miata, my