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"I don't understand. What are you trying to do here?"

"I'm giving you some basic information about Anthony. Do you know what rule number four is?"

"No."

"Anthony is unpredictable, so patience is very important. Don't get frustrated, or it might jeopardize our plan."

"Then maybe you should stop being so frustrating," I grunt in annoyance, and Darren gives me a soothing smile.

"Don't worry. It'll get better." He slips one hand into my panties while caressing my thigh with the other. It isn't long before I'm fully aroused. I spread my legs and grab onto his shoulders, wanting more waiting for more... And all of a sudden, he stops touching me.

"What are you doing?!"

"Rule number five. Never give him everything. Always make him hungry for more." And just like that, Darren stands up and turns to leave. Despite our lesson's abrupt end, I can tell Darren is as turned on as I am. "You can get some rest now. I'm leaving."

I get up, infuriated. "Oh. are you going to leave and have sex with someone else again? You tell me that you want me all to yourself... You get me so horny that I can hardly think straight... And then you just stop?" I take a step toward him and slowly run my hands over my curves. "I dressed up for you. I let you do whatever you wanted to me... again and again. And you give me nothing but all this pent-up tension."

"Tension?"

"Sexual tension. And I know you feel it too."

"It doesn't matter. I am not the man you were hired to seduce."

"But you want me to seduce you, don't you?"

Darren looks at me with curiosity in his eyes but says nothing. I walk up to him and brush my knuckles against his jaw. I whisper... "Quit playing games with me, Darren. Okay, if you want to talk about my job, then tell me... How am I supposed to believe that I can satisfy a stranger when I can't even seduce my teacher? You're making me feel inadequate. You're making me feel unattractive. Especially compared to you... You're so handsome that it hurts to look at you sometimes." I rest my hand against his chest, and I can feel his rapid heartbeat. He stares at me for one long moment, his nostrils flaring. "Are you angry? Or do you want to take me back to the sofa?"

"The sofa is too far away."

He pulls me down on the floor and props himself above me. Everything happens all at once. His mouth is on mine, his hands are all over me, and he's kissing me so hard I'm worried my lips might bruise. When he stops, I finally catch my breath, using the interlude to admire his chiseled body.

"Darren..."

The restless light from the fireplace dances across his sculpted abs, and I run my hands over them and lower. I pull at his pants and raise my hips in invitation... but he shakes his head.

"I'm not going to sleep with you. But you do deserve a reward."

He kisses my breasts, pulling my bra with his teeth. He then slips his hand into my panties again, but this time... he doesn't just tease me. He's working me masterfully, his fingers skilled and nimble, and it doesn't take long before I'm crying out in pleasure.

"I'll take that as a sign that I can go home now."

"You're such a smug bastard."

"At your service."

He fixes my clothes and starts to get up... but I stop him.

"No. We're not done yet. Let me do this for you. Please."

After a short pause... he nods. I climb on top of him, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest. And I unzip his pants. I lick my lips, happy to see that he's more than ready. More than ready to lose control... and more than ready to melt in my mouth.

"Let me show you what I learned from those videos you left me."

And I proceed to do so until he finally comes undone. As soon as we finish, he gets dressed without a word.

It's almost as if he's embarrassed.

And seeing him disarmed as this feels like a small, sweet victory.

"Good luck with your date."

And just like that, I'm reminded that my true challenge is yet to begin...

It's now Saturday night, and I'm getting ready for my first date with Anthony.

What should I wear? He said he wanted to see me in red... It would probably be wise to play up to his fantasies.

Choose an outfit:

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