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forever, and when I finally stopped concentrating on him and started thinking about myself, that was when it happened.
    “He's not one of those emo kids, is he? Cause I don't like them.” She shook her head in distaste.
    “Does it matter? It's not about whether you like him or not. All that matters is that I like him.”
    “Ew. He is an emo kid. Chey, they're so immature. You can do better than that.”
    “No. He's not emo,” I laughed. “He's very . . . serious, and smart, and . . .” Distant. And not really yours.
    “Does he have a big dick?”
    “Tanya!” I wanted to reach across the table and slap at her. Then I grinned, realizing for the first time ever that I could actually answer that question with honesty. “Yes, he does,” I said.
    Tanya gasped, putting her hands over her mouth. “Chey! You've actually seen it? Did you? Did you?!” She bounced in her chair, her tits staying oddly in place. If I had done that, my back would have ached.
    “No, we didn't. But, I got undressed for him, and masturbated.”
    Her expression sulked. “You masturbated for him but you didn't make him give me the D.”
    “We're waiting, since I'm a virgin. You know, until the right moment.”
    “Ohhh, so this guy is your boyfriend now? Damn, girl. You move fast. We've only been back in school for two weeks, and you've already landed a hot boyfriend.”
    “We're taking things slow.”
    “You know I have to meet this guy now.”
    “You will, eventually,” I lied.
    “He must be something special if he could get the morally high Cheyenne Grear naked on the first date.”
    “He is special.” I smiled. “He's . . . different. Not like the boys from high school. You were right. College guys are different.”
    “Well, not all of them. I've met more duds than studs. I'd say most of them brought their high school mentality with them,” she huffed in disgust, and then went on a rant about the various guys she had talked to who weren't what she considered to be college material.
    For the remainder of our time together, we talked and laughed and joked. My happiness level was at all-time high thanks to good company, a strangely heightened level of confidence, and memories of my amazing afternoon with Damien Reed. I could hardly wait for my next lesson.
    As all good things must come to an end, once we finished eating and ran out of things to say, Tanya and I parted ways. I laid in bed that night and rubbed out another one, thinking of the bulge in Damien Reed's pants and all the naughty things I wanted to do to it. My sexual awakening had begun, and there would be no stopping it now.
    The next day went by gruelingly slow. It felt like every minute, my mind was fixated on getting to Damien's house. I even decided to leave early, more out of impatience than anything else. Hopefully, he wouldn't be upset if I showed up fifteen or twenty minutes early. Punctuality was better than lateness, right?
    I knocked on the door, trying not to seem too enthusiastic when he opened it. He smiled warmly at me, sending the butterflies in my heart into a flighted frenzy. How could a man look so beautiful when he smiled?
    “Come on in.” He gestured inside. “We'll head straight back to the classroom today.”
    “Alright.” I nodded, waiting for him to close the door and lead the way.
    When we were back inside the classroom, he took a seat in one of the chairs. I could only assume that he wanted me to sit on the bed, and so I did.
    “How did you feel about yesterday's lesson?” he asked.
    “I was a bit nervous at first, but it was fine.”
    I found myself fidgeting, my palms already beginning to sweat. It felt like we were back to square one. All the confidence I had mustered up the previous day was gone, and I was silently cowering under the weight of Damien's dominant eyes.
    “Good. Today, we're going to get a little more intimate,” he told me.
    The word 'intimate' sent a shock of yearning straight to my clit. There were so many meanings