[FM] I [24F] let my cousin’s hot teacher [26M] finger me in an empty classroom – Part 3, Final Part

Parts [one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gxk4m9/fm_i_24f_let_my_cousins_hot_teacher_26m_finger_me/) and [two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/he4y83/fm_i_24f_let_my_cousins_hot_teacher_26m_finger_me/).

Henry kicked the door closed behind us as soon as he carried me into his dark room, turning and pressing me against the wall next to the door. I ground my pussy against him as much as I could, moaning into his mouth as it recaptured mine. He broke the kiss as quickly as it started, moving his mouth down my neck until he reached my chest. His hands cupped my breasts over my clothing, and he kissed the soft skin there gently, reverently, before speaking. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“Bed?”

“Fuck yes.”

He moved his hands to my waist and hitched me up higher before stumbling over to the bed. He sat us down on it and laid back on the pillows so that I was straddling his lap in the center of the bed. Finally. I ground against him roughly, moving my body up and down his cock over our clothing. Henry’s hands gripped my ass under my dress, his fingers slipping under my panties to touch my bare skin. I sat upright, crossed my arms, and whipped my dress over my head. “I can’t see shit,” Henry whispered, “hang on.”

“We can keep the lights off.”

“Absolutely not,” he murmured, reaching over to switch on a soft lamp on his bedside table.

Henry’s eyes darkened as he looked at me, propping himself up on his elbows. I held his gaze and reached behind myself to unhook my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms slowly as I exposed my tits to him for the first time. He stared, his eyes drinking in every inch of my body as if I were the most delicious G&T in existence. Slowly, he sat up until our chests were flush together, his hands cupping my face. He kissed me urgently, his lips and tongue moving against mine. I began unbuttoning his shirt and resumed my movements, moving my ass in small circles as I rubbed against him. He groaned softly into our kisses.

I slid his shirt off his broad shoulders and rubbed my hands up his chest, loving the firm feeling of his pecs under my fingers, and then I took one of his hands and moved it to cup one of my bare breasts. I nipped his bottom lip encouragingly as he gently began massaging me. His other hand joined in, his thumbs brushing against my nipples and sending electric energy down my body straight to my pussy. Moaning against his lips, I arched my back to press my tits more fully into his hands. He instantly took the hint. Henry began pinching and pulling my nipples gently, teasing them into hardened points. Suddenly, he picked me up and flipped us over so that I was on my back, his mouth traveling with purpose down my neck until he reached my nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. I leaned my head back against the bed and closed my eyes, incapable of holding my head up while I was being teased by his skillful tongue. Satisfied by my mewling, he kissed his way across my chest to my other nipple and repeated the process, scraping his teeth against it softly as I bucked my hips up against him. “Take off your pants,” I whispered.

He reluctantly released my tits with a final lick, getting off the bed and unbuckling his belt slowly. There is nothing in this world that is sexier than the sound and image of a man unbuckling his belt before sex. I watched with rapt attention as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down swiftly and stepping out of them. The way his muscles moved under his skin was incredible, the rippling and the tension absolutely mesmerizing. “The boxers too,” I whispered.

He smiled confidently at me and did as he was told. I watched his cock spring back up to attention, exposed to me for the first time. Holy fuck. My pussy clenched, the floodgates opening into my panties. I needed it inside of me. Now. “Get the fuck over here,” I commanded, my voice coarse.

Instead, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties, pulling them down roughly in one swift movement. He brought my panties up to his face and inhaled deeply before tossing them over his shoulder and pouncing on me. Henry kissed me hard and slid his hand down my body until his skilled fingers brushed against my clit. I bucked against his hand, needing more. He slowed his movements down, intentionally torturing me with his soft, slow touches. “Can I taste you?” he asked breathlessly, breaking the kiss to look me in my eyes.

I nodded, spreading my legs as he slid down my body until his face hovered over my center. He stared into my pussy for a moment, one of his hands spreading my vulva to allow him to gaze at the folds and the dark curls as he breathed heavily, air blowing across my clit. “Please, Henry,” I begged softly.

The smirk on his face was both devastatingly sexy and deeply irritating as he withheld what I needed, instead kissing and nipping at my inner thighs. He teased my skin all around my pussy, except where I needed it most. Finally, slowly, painstakingly, he pressed his lips around my clit and flicked his tongue against me once. I moaned loudly, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull his face against me. At long last, he began to move his tongue, swirling it on and around my clit while sucking my sensitive bud into his mouth. He devoured my pussy, his tongue traveling down to tease at my entrance before returning to massage my clit. My body was in ecstasy, my hips rolling against his face without any conscious effort on my part.

Henry gently sank one, then two fingers into my pussy, stretching me in preparation for his cock. His other hand crawled back up my body to tease my nipples again roughly, my ability to take more pressure and pain increasing as I got more turned on. Soon enough he was fucking me with his fingers, rubbing my g-spot aggressively with every stroke while his tongue attacked my clit. It was somehow even better than our tryst earlier in the day. My body tensed as I neared my first orgasm of the evening, my fingers pulling roughly on his hair as I rubbed my pussy against his face. He moaned against my clit, the vibrations pushing me over the edge. I spasmed roughly, my cunt pulsing around his fingers as I ground against his fingers, mouth, and tongue. I called out his name as he worked me through my orgasm, his movements not faltering for a second as I panted and shook.

Eventually, my body calmed and Henry slowed his movements. He kissed his way back up my body, finally reaching my lips and kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on his tongue and lips. He pulled back to kiss and suck on my neck softly, regaining his breath and sinking down next to me on the bed. “I just—“ I tried to speak, incapable of fully forming sentences, “holy shit.”

He laughed against my neck. “Yeah?”

“Wow,” I panted.

He laid on his side and kissed me softly. I turned on my side facing him and wrapped my arms around his neck until we pressed together, his erection resting gently between us against my stomach. I ended the kiss, raking my nails through the soft hairs on the back of his head. “What generally works for you?” I asked softly.

“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to finish, so please don’t take it personally if I can’t. Maybe we can start with a blowjob and then transition to sex? Only if you want to.”

I kissed him again softly and then looked him in the eye. “I want to. I really fucking want to.”

I pushed his shoulder down until he was laying flat against the bed, his head resting on the pillows. “Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, ok? It’s a technique I use when I get nervous,” I murmured, peppering kisses along his cheek and neck.

He nodded, staying silent and letting me take the lead. “Deep breaths. Focus on your breathing. Close your eyes when you want to tune everything out except for how it feels, and feel free to take the lead any time. You won’t hurt me.”

He nodded again. I kissed him deeply before starting my journey down. I pushed his thighs apart with my knees and leaned forward on my elbows, my ass high in the air as my tits pressed against his body, creating an angular view of my various assets. He watched me intently, his mouth slightly open. I slid down his torso, kissing all over his pecs and each of his ribs, swirling my tongue down the ridges of his tensed abs until I reached the deep V on his pelvis. Scraping my teeth against the sharp indents, I rubbed my hands back up his body, massaging his muscles with considerable pressure until he relaxed. Henry groaned, his cock twitching against my chest. “You’re so fucking sexy, Henry,” I whispered, pressing kisses against every inch of his skin that I could reach.

One of his hands brushed my hair back to provide a better view for him as he panted, watching me intently as I reached his cock. I inhaled deeply, kissing around the base and lightly brushing the tip of my tongue against the soft skin there. He groaned again, the hand not holding my hair back tightening into a fist on the bed. Continuing my teasing, I licked and nibbled my mouth against his balls, finally sucking one and then the other into my warm mouth. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, holding it upright. I licked up the length of his erection from the bottom with a flat tongue, pressing a kiss against the tip when I finally reached it. My tongue licked up the precum gathered there before swirling around the head slowly once, then twice. After a brief pause for dramatic effect, I surrounded his tip with my lips and pushed my head all the way down his cock.

Henry’s legs tensed under me. I inhaled through my nose and relaxed my throat to allow him deeper inside my mouth, but it was still a stretch. He groaned as my lips reached my fingers at the base of his cock. I shook my head from side to side gently, taking him in as deep as I could. My name fell from his lips, and he slowly pushed my head down even more with the hand holding back my hair. At long last, I pulled my mouth back up, suctioning my cheeks against his shaft and meeting his gaze. His eyes fluttered closed with pleasure, and he let his head sink against the bed. I began sucking his cock with force, bobbing my head up and down quickly as saliva spilled from my mouth down the length of his erection. “Oh my fucking god, Lily,” he whispered, his eyes still closed.

I closed my fist around his cock and used it as an extension of my mouth, twisting it slightly to create competing sensations as I fucked my mouth with his dick. Henry’s noises of pleasure were addicting, but my jaw was quickly getting tired from the strain as months of disuse caught up to me. I pulled my face off his cock and continued jerking him with my hand. “Do you have a condom?”

Rather than answer, he fumbled with the bedside table, opening a drawer and pulling out a condom. I released his cock and sat down next to him as he opened the condom, pinched the tip, and rolled it down his erection. He got on his knees and kissed me deeply, his hands tracing patterns along my torso, hips, and thighs. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my lower back before settling my head against the rest of the pillows. “Are you ready?” he whispered.

“Yes. Please.”

Henry lined up his cock against the entrance to my pussy, pushing just the head in. He then leaned forward and kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping into my mouth as his cock pushed the rest of the way inside me. I couldn’t help but gasp against his mouth, the sudden stretch of my cunt the exact right mix of painful and pleasurable. He held still as we kissed, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands cupping his face. He pressed his forehead against mine, panting. “You ok?”

I nodded, biting my lip. ”Much better.”

Henry smiled that incredible smile and kissed me again deeply as he pulled his cock out all the way and then pushed it back in slowly until his hip bones touched mine. I moaned loudly against his lips. He did it again twice with the same painstakingly slow pace. I broke the kiss to bury my head in his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his torso and scratching my nails roughly along his back. He groaned, picking up the pace. My eyes rolled back as he began fucking me with a punishing rhythm, the sounds of our panting and our bodies slapping together filling the air. All I could do was hold on for dear life. One of my hands gripped his bicep and the other tangled into his hair, scratching and massaging his scalp roughly. He fucked me harder in response, his pelvis slamming against mine over and over again. He grabbed one of my legs and pulled it over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to push in my pussy to the hilt and brush my g-spot every couple of thrusts. I moaned loudly, feeling incredibly full.

I released his bicep and trailed my hand down my body to start playing with my clit. Rubbing it roughly, I angled my hips so that his cock hit my g-spot with each of his harsh thrusts. Too quickly, I was cumming again, clenching my pussy against his cock in waves and screaming his name, a few tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from the intensity of my orgasm. He fucked me through it, one of his hands gripping my leg on his shoulder for balance, his own low groans of pleasure mixing with my screams. My clit became too sensitive to continue touching it, so I instead brought my arms around Henry’s lower back, my nails digging into his skin and my eyes wandering all over his body as I watched him fuck me wildly. “Oh fuck,” he strained, “I’m cumming. Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

He bucked against me, his hard thrusts reaching the threshold of becoming painful when he suddenly stopped, giving me one or two final, disjointed thrusts. He groaned loudly as he filled the condom with cum, his cock pulsing gently inside of me. I watched his face as all the tension left it, his features rearranging into a look of pure pleasure and bliss, his mouth open slightly. Fuck, he was so beautiful. I moved my leg off his shoulder and pulled him down to me, peppering kisses along his cheek and neck and feeling exhausted and satiated and incredibly proud that we had gotten him to cum. Henry collapsed on top of me, the intense weight of his body crushing me slightly in the most enjoyable way. He wrapped his arms around and underneath me, pulling me even harder against his chest. I traced my fingers in lazy patterns across his back, holding him in my arms and nuzzling my face into his neck.

We laid like that for at least a minute before I remembered that his softening cock was still inside me with a full condom. I tapped his back softly with one hand, and he immediately pushed off of me to rest his weight on his hands and knees. He slowly pulled out of me and flopped on the bed on his back. I watched as he pulled the condom off gently, tied it, and tossed it in the trash can next to the bedside table. That done, he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me hard against his chest. I immediately turned on my side and cuddled him, wrapping a leg around his thigh and resting my arm across his chest. I nuzzled my face against one of his pecs, pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin there and exploring the surface with my fingertips. One of Henry’s hands rubbed my back, the other tilting my face up to kiss him. I gently sucked on his tongue, my eyes closed, my exhausted body resting on and against his. He broke the kiss to stroke my hair softly, staring into my eyes. “That was incredible,” he whispered.

“I think I blacked out for a minute, there. Holy fucking shit.”

He laughed, the movement shaking my head where it rested on his chest. He moved his hand from my face to trail down my arm until it reached my hand. Pulling my hand to his face, he pressed gentle kisses into my palm and held it there. I brushed his hair back from his forehead and slid my hand down to cup his cheek. “You’re amazing,” I whispered.

He kissed me again softly, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and gently running his tongue along the sensitive skin. He pulled back slowly, pressing one or two more kisses on my lips before resting his head against the pillow. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum the first time I’ve hooked up with somebody,” he admitted.

I smiled and pulled myself closer to him. “So you’re saying my pussy is just that damn tight?”

He laughed. “That too. But I think I’m just really comfortable around you. Is that a weird thing to say? I was barely nervous. I didn’t stay in my head, and I was able to just focus on feeling good and making you feel good.”

“Well, you certainly did that! I’m sorry I got so loud. Do you think George heard us?”

“Do you want the truth or a comforting lie?”

“Both?”

“The sound carried to his room, but he’s definitely wearing noise-cancelling headphones and didn’t hear you scream out my name. Over and over again. And moan loudly.

I blushed and buried my face in his armpit. “Just leave me to die.”

Henry laughed and turned on his side, rotating me and pulling me against him until we were spooning. His now flaccid cock rested against my ass, his hand traveling across the hills and valleys on my side. We rested in comfortable silence, my arms circling his as they wrapped around me, his lips pressing soft, warm kisses on my neck and jaw. His hand brushed against the side of my breast, and I grabbed it, pulling it to cup my tit firmly. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, kissing my neck with more urgency. “I can’t believe I missed out on these earlier today,” he murmured into my ear, “You have an absolutely incredible rack.”

I arched my back, pressing my ass against his hardening cock. “I know,” I smirked.

“But your humility is what I admire about you the most,” he teased, both of us laughing.

“False modesty is just a form of lying,” I said, reaching behind me to hold his cock in my hand and start tugging it gently, enjoying the way it stiffened and enlarged in my hand, “You don’t want me to lie to you, do you?”

“I guess that depends what the lie is.”

“Well, the truth is that you’re clearly already hard for me again, and I like it.”

Henry grabbed another condom from the bedside table. “Are you ready for round two?” he asked breathlessly.

“Bring it.”

He pulled away from me for a moment to lay on his back and put on the condom, quickly returning to spoon me again. I reached behind myself and angled his cock against the entrance my pussy. I slid against him slowly, loving the low groan that the movement elicited. Henry gripped my top hip tightly, holding onto me so that he could push in the rest of the way. He docked himself inside me for a moment, kissing my neck and shoulders as we both adjusted to the now somewhat familiar sensation of his cock filling my pussy. I moaned softly, bringing my hand around our bodies to hold his ass cheek. He pumped in and out of me slowly, our soft sighs and groans filling the air. I needed more. Looking over my shoulder as much as I could, I whispered to him. “I want you to be rougher with me.”

The next inward push was a slam, his cock fully sheathed in my pussy and his hand gripping my hip painfully tightly. I moaned loudly, my body losing all its tension as Henry suddenly fucked it out of me. He moved his hand back up my body to my tits and held me there, his fingers toying with my nipples and gripping me tightly for leverage. Henry thrust into me roughly, keeping a steady pace and overwhelming me with his force. I moaned again loudly, burying my face against his arm that was supporting under my neck. “You like that?” he groaned softly, “You like my cock filling up your tight little pussy?”

My cunt gushed. I had no idea he had it in him. He picked up the pace, his hand sliding down my torso until his fingers started playing with my clit. I moaned loudly. “Yes… fuck, Henry, you feel so good. Fuck me harder.”

He did as I asked, his pelvis slamming against my ass on every thrust. “Did you wear that tiny dress to tease me?” he whispered in my ear, “Did you come over tonight knowing that you wanted to end up in my bed with me fucking you until you screamed?”

“Yes, Henry,” I moaned, my voice raising in pitch and volume as I neared my next orgasm.

“Did you think about my cock all day, your tight cunt dripping with the idea of me doing this to you?”

His voice was getting strained. “I’ve wanted this all day,” I moaned, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’ve been wanting to sink my cock in your pussy for hours,” he hissed in my ear, biting down on it briefly, “I’ve thought about nothing else than fucking you until you screamed my name and came around my cock, knowing that I’m the one who makes you feel this good.”

“Henry…” I moaned, so close to the precipice.

He kept his movements consistent, his fingers still rubbing my clit as his cock slammed into me rhythmically. “Cum for me, Lily,” he ordered, “Cum for me now.”

On command, I exploded. I sobbed out his name, my body shuddering as he fucked me through my orgasm, pleasure shooting up my spine and down my legs. He bit down hard on my shoulder, the pain mixing with the pleasure to prolong the peak of my orgasm. As my body stopped its spasms, I was left a mess, a couple more tears streaming down my face as I held onto Henry’s arm, pulling it away from my sensitive clit. He stopped his thrusts and kissed my neck and cheek, undoubtedly tasting the salty tears on my cheeks. “Was that ok?” he asked softly, gently rubbing my arms.

I nodded and turned my torso to kiss him, the angle preventing me from deepening the kiss. “It was perfect,” I whispered once I regained the power of speech.

He smiled into our kiss and began to pump into me again. After a moment, he pulled a pillow down and pressed it against my pelvis. “I’m going to rotate us, ok?”

I nodded. He turned us so that I was laying face down on the bed in a prone position, his cock never leaving my pussy as he settled in on top of me. I spread my legs wider, giving him room to place his knees firmly on the bed. Henry rested his chest against my back, hooking his arms around and under me for support and leverage. I turned my head to the side, my eyes closing with pleasure as he began moving with long, fluid thrusts. He kissed and sucked on my neck as he thrusted, his cock filling me to the brink on each inward push. Moaning into the pillow, I brought my hands behind me to cup my ass cheeks and spread them, giving Henry more room to push into me to the hilt. He groaned, his cock going almost painfully deep inside of me. Another orgasm began to build. “Faster, please,” I begged.

He heard the desperation in my voice and fucked me faster, lifting his chest off of me and pulling me higher until I was on my knees and elbows. I let go of my ass cheeks to grab the bedspread in my fists, arching my back and pushing my chest against the bed. Henry’s hands replaced mine to spread my cheeks, he body slamming against mine. He groaned loudly as he looked down. “Can I touch your asshole?”

“Just around the outside,” I moaned.

He wet his left thumb in his mouth and then used it to circle the rim of my asshole as he reached his right hand around to rub my clit. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but I was going to push myself to the limit. “Spank me,” I groaned, my voice strained.

Without hesitation, his left hand left my asshole to smack down on my left cheek. “More,” I moaned.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

“You won’t. I promise. Please.”

He fucked me harder as he stopped playing with my clit, both his hands gripping my ass tightly. I replaced his fingers with mine, leaning into my shoulders more so that I could scrub against my clit with my fingertips. His right hand slapped up my right cheek, bringing me closer to the brink. “Yes, fuck! Please, more.”

He growled softly, his own orgasm clearly close. He smacked my cheeks hard, placing three or four hard spanks on my ass as he fucked me from behind. I moaned loudly into the pillow. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I cried, my body so so close but not quite getting there.

He brought his thumb back to circle my asshole gently while I rubbed my clit and pushed my ass back against him. I couldn’t tip over the edge. “Push your thumb in,” I whimpered loudly.

He immediately inserted his thumb past the tight ridge of my asshole. I came hard, my pussy pulsing around his cock as my asshole tightened around his thumb. I screamed his name again and again into the pillow, my throat hoarse and my body shaking hard with the force of my orgasm. Henry fucked me while I came, his pelvis slamming roughly against my ass again and again as I shuddered and screamed. My body was in ecstasy, the peak of my orgasm prolonged as he kept pumping his cock inside of me. “I’m gonna cum,” he strained, trying to keep his thrusts consistent, “Can I cum on your ass?”

I nodded before realizing he might not see it. “Yes,” I groaned, “Please. Cum on me.”

Henry thrusted a few more times before pulling out, ripping off the condom and tossing it to the side as he roughly jerked his cock. I looked over my shoulder in time to see the first thick ropes of cum land on my ass. He moaned my name, his fist moving frantically up and down the length of his erection as cum shot up my body and landed on my ass and back. Finally, his movements slowed and stilled, the last few drops dribbling on my right cheek as he tapped the head of his cock gently against my round ass. “Fuck, Lily,” he groaned, looking at the mess he made and taking a breather, “this is sight to behold.”

“Pretty as a picture?” I whispered hoarsely.

“I would look at it every fucking day if I could.”

“Get your phone, then.”

“Are you serious?”

“If you wait any longer, your cum will drip down too much.”

He grabbed his phone from the bedside table, yanking out the charging cord and standing at the foot of the bed. I arched my back more, spread my legs, and leaned my chest down, making sure he got a view of my spent pussy, my ass cheeks reddened from his spanks, and the cum covering my ass and back. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he groaned, the sound of his camera ringing out three or four times as he took a couple pictures.

He tossed his phone on the bed and grabbed a towel from the closet. “Lay down,” he suggested gently. I slid my knees down the bed until I was flush against it, moving slowly and carefully so that I didn’t drip cum onto his bedspread. Henry began cleaning me up, following the towel with soft kisses and gentle fingertips. He took special care with my sensitive ass cheeks, ghosting his lips and fingers over my skin. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“Only in the best way.”

He finished his gentle cleanup and laid down on the bed beside me, kissing me deeply. All too soon, I broke the kiss, thinking back painfully to the last time I had a UTI. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“I have an en-suite,” he gestured, pointing to a door I hadn’t noticed.

I hadn’t noticed much about his room to be honest, too focused on the gorgeous naked man beside, in front of, on top of, and inside of me. I kissed him softly and got up, padding over to his bathroom and shutting the door. I used the toilet and cleaned up some of the lube from the condoms before washing my hands and wetting my face. Dabbing my face dry on a hand towel, I marveled at how clean his bathroom was — certainly cleaner than mine. Flipping off the light, I opened the door and rejoined Henry on the bed. “Your bathroom is, like, serial killer clean. You could perform surgery in there.”

He laughed and pulled me closer against him, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead. “I like to keep things tidy,” he admitted.

“Tidy? You could eat off the toilet.”

“That’s disgusting,” he laughed.

“So, you love food prep, you keep a tidy-ass home, and you teach. I hate to tell you, Henry, but I think you’re an old-timey schoolmarm,” I teased.

“I think a schoolmarm would get fired for doing what I just did to you.”

“Yeah, but like, what a legend. Going out in a blaze of glory.”

We settled against each other, our naked bodies finally cooling off and calming down. I shivered slightly, and he immediately adjusted us to slip under the covers. I sighed contentedly, my forehead nuzzled against his neck and half my body splayed over his. He rubbed my back gently. “Where does your family think you are right now?” he asked, amusement in his voice.

“Miri knows where I am, but I obviously wasn’t about to tell one of your students. I told Shosh I was just heading home.”

“How’d she take it?”

“Surprisingly well! She was more disappointed earlier in the evening when I told her I wasn’t attracted to you.”

He pressed a hand to his heart, deeply wounded. “It’s my hips, isn’t it?” he whispered emotionally, “They’re too narrow for my frame. They make me look like a Dorito.”

I laughed, trailing a hand down his body to rest against his hip, my thumb rubbing gently over the bone. “It was actually your desperation that turned me off. What kind of horndog fingers somebody in a synagogue within an hour of meeting them?”

He laughed. “The same desperate horndog who lusts after one of his students’ relatives.”

“That one’s not your fault. Shosh has been building up the anticipation of meeting her hot cousin for months. You didn’t stand a chance.”

He kissed me deeply before pulling back and looking into my eyes, his thumb softly stroking my cheek. “No,” he agreed softly, “I didn’t.”

My heart clenched. Panic and something else rose in me. Excitement? Maybe. Definitely something good mixed with the panic. Is that progress? He kissed me again softly. “Does that mean she’s finally going to give up?” he asked.

“I actually engaged in what those in know call ‘classic misdirection,'” I whispered, doing spirit fingers, “She mentioned something about a Spanish teacher who recently broke up with her boyfriend?”

Henry paused, thinking. Suddenly, he roared with laughter, his body shaking. “That’s—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence yet, he was too busy laughing, “that’s Samantha!”

“Meaning your roommate?” I giggled in spite of myself, not quite in on the joke but catching his infectious laughter.

“That’s the one! She did go through a break-up recently, and we did hook up towards the end of high school once,” he laughed, and I felt an unexpected pinch of jealousy, “But it was so she could confirm that she’s a lesbian!”

The jealousy left as quickly as it came. My fits of laughter joined his as I thought about sweet, oblivious Shosh trying to set up her teacher with a lesbian when he was really fucking her cousin. “Poor Shosh,” I giggled, “She is not having a good semester.”

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