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breathing deeply from the intensity of her orgasm as she tried to think. She needed to figure out how she was going to answer him. First, it was obvious that he was good if that was truly his work, and she didn’t think that Nicholas was the kind of young man that would plagiarize another’s efforts. Therefore, she felt that he could actually compete in the market place. She certainly didn’t want to do anything to discourage him. Where in the hell did he get all of that experience she wondered?
    She knew what the right answer should be but didn’t know if she was strong enough to tell him and then have to deal with it later as Mrs. Jones.
    “Fuck, fuck, f uck,” she said loudly. That pretty well sums it up, she thought. She never drank in the middle of the afternoon but she was going to make an exception today. She headed for the wine cellar, opened a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, and poured herself a glass. She then retired to the rear veranda to ponder what her response would be.
    As she sipped her wine, she felt the crotch of her panties and realized just how turned on she was. Nicholas had done this to her. He had converted a mild mannered, somewhat conservative, erotic writer (unless that’s an oxymoron) into a raving, sex-starved lunatic. Now, every time she thought about the large bulge in his pants, it made her squirm and get that certain tingly feeling, down deep within her womanhood, and that was a problem, she thought. Whoever taught him about sex did one hell of a good job, she mused.
    “Oh well, I will just have to deal with it,” she whispered , as she took another sip of wine.
    Dear Nicholas, F irst, I want to tell you just how much I enjoyed your letter. Thank you for all of your compliments about my work. It’s great that you are taking a creative writing class in your senior year, for it will be helpful to you whether you write erotica for a living or just as an avocation.
    Now, concerning yo ur brief, but rather compelling, description of your teacher, it would appear that you have a fairly serious crush on her. You must be careful not to let her know about your feelings. However, I doubt that it would alter or change her feelings toward you because a lot of teachers are aware that some of their students develop very strong feelings for their instructors. Your writing skills are exceptional, and I’m not just blowing smoke. You are very good, so keep up the writing.
    I have pondered as to whether you should tell your teacher about your desire to write your final paper as an erotic romance. After giving it considerable thought, the only answer is that you must tell her. She is a professional, and she will respond accordingly. If you decide that you want to be a writer, you must write about what you’re interested in. Otherwise, it won’t work for you. So there you have it. Please drop me a line once in a while to let me know how it’s going, and, by the way, I want to read the rest of your encounter with your instructor, it made me wet.
    Lovingly yours, Crystal.
    “Well crap, I got that done,” she said. Now it’s time for another glass of wine, she thought, because Mrs. Jones, most likely, will have to deal with that horny young man tomorrow morning.
    “Nicholas , wherever you are right now, if you can do it in person, half as good as you can do it on paper, wow!” she mumbled.
    Nicholas always checked his email the moment he got home from school, and this was no exception. “Holy cow,” he said, when he saw that she responded to his email. How cool is that he thought. He read the letter four times making sure he understood everything that she said.
    The re were three things that he remembered the most. First, if he was going to be a good writer, he had to write about things that he was interested in. That sounds familiar, he thought. The second thing was that his writing had made Crystal Summers wet, and she wanted to hear what happens with the rest of the story. The first two were easy,