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Zoe’s mood brightens as she inhales. “Well! You’re looking at the official understudy for the lead actress in Romeo and Juliet,” she gushes, stretching her arms out wide before taking a bow to an imaginary audience.
I chuckle, then applaud and cheer her.
“Bravo, bravo!” I tell her, hooking my arm around her and hugging her in congratulations.
Glad it wasn’t a date with that Freeman boy after all.
“I’m beat though, dad. I’m gonna hit the sack and so should you,” she remarks, studying me with some concern.
“You alright? You seem… different,” she says, but her own yawn catches up with her and she believes me when I explain I’m just tired too.
Tired of this aching pain in my pants that I know I need to bury nearly a foot inside your best friend.
We say our goodnights and I decide I may as well make like I’m going to sleep. Avoiding a shower because I know where that will lead.
More disappointment if I try and fix the problem in my pants myself.
No. I need to bury myself balls deep in Sheree, fill her with my seed. That’s the only way I can get relief.
Knowing she’s mine, not just for a day or a night. But for all time.
The next morning, I miss Zoe who’s always an early riser but has at least left me my car so I can make it into the office for my appointment with Sheree.
Telling her what time would’ve helped.
I decide I’ll get ready, grab breakfast, and then head in, devoting the whole day to packing up everything and then moving on to the more pressing issue of where and how to claim Sheree once and for all.
I hardly slept a wink, and my bedsheets are wet with pools of my own precome as I tossed and turned all night, fighting the urge to relieve myself.
My dick is still at full attention, with a life of its own now. Seeking out the one place it knows it has to plant another life.
Although I have a coffee and a light breakfast at home, something makes me stop on the way and pick up some more coffee.
Maybe it’s a lack of sleep, or maybe I’m just psychic. But I order two large coffees and some Danish, reaching the college not long afterward.
To my surprise, Sheree is already waiting out front of the lecture hall.
The snow from last night was a little thick on the ground. Her cheeks flushed with more than just the cold morning air once she spots me.
I feel my own heat swelling as I walk closer, noticing her looking at the ground instead of at me.
Already doubting herself.
She glances around as I come closer, and seems to relax once it’s clear to her we’re alone.
“Waiting for someone else?” I joke, regretting it as soon as I say it.
Noting her wounded, worried look as her red-lidded eyes finally meet mine in silence.
I can tell she’s had about as much sleep as I have, and I hand her a coffee cup to warm her hands as I fumble with the key to get us both inside.
It’s warmer in the lecture hall, but not by much, and in moments I’ve opened up my office and positioned myself behind my desk before she joins me.
The awkward silence that follows isn’t at all how I imagined our first solo meeting to go, but I figure I have to take the lead here.
I have to tell her the truth. For both our sakes.
“So. Zoe’s birthday?” she says suddenly, making me close my mouth before I can say another word.
Before I say what I’m really thinking.
Take your coat off.
Take your sweater off.
Take your fucking clothes off and get over here…
Destiny has a way with things though, and it’s in the same moment I open my mouth to finally speak when Sheree spots the single photo of herself on my desk.
Hard to miss as it’s the only thing apart from a telephone left on my desk.
I unpacked it yesterday. Unable to put it away, realizing how my Professor-student crush has exploded into a full-blown obsession.
Not something I can or even want to put down.
“I think we can talk about Zoe later,” I say firmly, noticing her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ shape once she spies herself framed in gold colored brass on my desk.
A well-worn frame with more than just fingerprints but questionable stains where my release splashed on her face like I wished it would in real life so many times.
The memory of those times, being caught like this with her seeing it.
Knowing I’ve brought myself off to her image hundreds of times.
I’ve worshipped her, praised and even punished her a little in my mind a thousand times over and that same thought has my cock springing to life in three heavy pulses.
She chews her lip, her thick thighs under her leggings brought closer as she presses them together under her faux fur lined coat.
