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“Pasha, stop.”

His cock moved, it went deeper, only barely. I wanted it to go all the way. That’s the truth. I can’t deny it. I wanted Pasha that day. I wanted to slip or even sneeze or anything else that would allow me to say “fuck it” and take the plunge. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t get over the fact that it would be cheating on Bastian.

“Let me,” Pasha said. “If you don’t want it at all, get up now. I won’t pursue you.”

I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t stop this. I wanted him.

“I can’t do this,” I said.

Lilly, Bree, and Marco were so loud, cracking jokes and egging each other on.

“We might have a quitter soon!” Lilly yelled.

“Might be worth it!” Bree replied.

“I win either way!” Marco shouted.

“Do you think Bastian hasn’t done this?” Pasha asked. “It’s what people here do.”

“Bastian wouldn’t go through with this,” I said.

Pasha pushed in a little more. Fuck, it felt so good. I wanted to grab the back of his fucking head and wrap my legs around his waist in a way that wouldn’t allow me to hover anymore. I wanted to sit on his fucking cock and I knew if I did, nothing would stop me from riding him right there in the classroom with everyone watching.

“He does go through with it,” Pasha said. “I’ve seen him.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Never mind,” he said. “Just fuck me.”

“No,” I said.

I lowered less than half an inch and that was enough to almost make me come. The pressure. The control. The desire and denial was so fucking erotic I thought I might scream.

“I’m inside of you,” he said. “Let me all the way in.”

“No,” I said, and that was the end of it.

I pulled off of him and went for my clothes on the bookshelf.

“What happened?” Lilly asked.

“Game over!” Marco announced.

Lilly stood and patted Bree on the head.

“Go ahead and fuck him,” she said. “You deserve it.”

I got dressed to the sound of Bree riding Marco and loving every second of it. Pasha was behind me, putting his clothes on.

“It’s not her fault,” he told Lilly. “The pressure was too much. She needs a second to breathe.”

He defended me when he didn’t have to.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” Lilly said as she gave me a hug from behind. “That’s class for today. Go home and come in a little early tomorrow so we can discuss your feelings before class.”

I should have gone home. That would have made sense, but instead I went looking for Bastian’s ex, Suzanne. Vivi had told me to look for the mailbox with Fiona on it. I found it easily and knocked on the door. It took a while but finally Suzanne answered. Vivi hadn’t been lying. She definitely was a looker.

With long dark brown hair that hung in twisty curls that looked to have been recently done at a salon, Suzanne had an exotic look about her. She might have been part Asian. Her skin was darker than mine and her face was absolutely stunning. Her body matched perfectly with every other aspect. And the way she dressed. It looked like she had her own stylist. Her white dress hung perfectly over her bra-less breasts. The word tits seemed wrong on her, like she was too classy to be spoken about the way I would any other woman.