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she yelled out. He turned around and looked at her quizzically. “You wanted to talk to me, so let’s talk. Perhaps we could try the library,” she stated, as she motioned for him to follow her. When they got to the library there was only one table that wasn’t occupied, and it didn’t look as if they were going to have any privacy there.
    “I forgot about study hall , Nicholas, but perhaps we could have a little privacy here at this table,” she said, as she sat down indicating for him to sit across from her. About that time, several other students come over to her as asked if they could talk with her when she was finished. Naturally, she said that they could, so they hung around about a table away. Samantha knew that they would need more time and privacy than this for him to breach the subject that she knew was on his mind.
    “I tell you what , Nicholas, here, take this. It’s my cell phone number. Call me after school and we’ll meet somewhere so we can talk, okay?”
    “Well, okay . Are you sure, Mrs. Jones?”
    “Absolutely, call me.” she said, with confidence. There was no way that she was going to chicken out after Crystal brazenly told him to confide in her. It just wasn’t fair.
    “Okay, I’ ll call you at four o’clock then, and thanks, Mrs. Jones.”
    The prim and proper Samantha Jones drove home, fixed herself a sandwich, changed into something more comfortable , more erotic, and became Crystal Summers as she sat down in her library to continue with a book that she was writing.
    The t hing about writing erotica is that you really have to concentrate and delve into the characters, their lives, their needs, and of course, their sex. It’s easy to write about going to the store or on a vacation, or perhaps describe a room. When you attempt to describe two people having sex, it’s something altogether different. You have to live it, experience it. What that means is that you have to feel it, smell it, taste it, and sometimes swallow it. When you describe the first penetration of a sweet wet pussy, you must sense your own hips undulate and thrust upward with his first penetration. You feel the stretch as he slides through your tight opening. There is no way that a writer can describe sex without getting physically turned on themselves.
    Crystal had just spent the last three hours describing in explicit detail, the first time a young couple had sex, and she was very turned on. She was, in fact, white hot for an orgasm. She was reaching for her favorite toy when her cell phone rang.
    She had lost track of time. Glancing at the clock, she realized that it must be Nicholas and she needed to calm down, somehow
    “Hello?”
    “Hi, Mrs. Jones, it’s Nick. Do you still have time to meet me somewhere?” he asked, trying to keep up his courage.
    “ Yes, I do, Nicholas. Do you know where I live?” she asked, with a slight quiver in her voice. All of a sudden, she wasn’t quite as sure as she was earlier.
    “Yes, Mrs. Jones, I know exactly where you live.”
    “Good, Nicholas. Why don’t you come over to my house? It is fairly close to the school and, if you would like, I will make us some tea when you get here. Besides, if you need privacy, this is probably the best place.”
    “That sounds great, Mrs. Jones. I’ll be there in about five minutes.”
    “About five minutes? Okay, that’s perfect. I’ll see you in a few minutes, bye, Nicholas.”
    “Crap, my bottom is dripping and aching to be stretched by this big rubber dick and I have to set across from Nicholas and listen to how he wants to write an erotic romance,” she said, aloud. Then she thought about the clothing she was wearing and laughed. She had on a skimpy top without a bra and sexy panties.
    What would Nicholas think if I were to answer the door dressed like this, she wondered. “Okay, Crystal, I think that you need to go upstairs and change back into Mrs. Jones,” she said, laughing aloud again.
    Nicholas pulled into the long