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  up the damn walls. I think it might be even worse than when I was not touching her at all.

  Cassie squirms on my lap, leaning against me as I kiss below her ear. My cock hardens against her ass as she moves.

  "The door to this room doesn't lock," she whispers. "We should just get out of here."

  "Not a chance," I growl. "The only way you get out of here is after I've made you come. So stand up."

  When she rises, I run my hands up her legs and over her ass, yanking her panties down her thighs. I don't bother to take them off.

  Cassie puts her palms on the table and peers over her shoulder at me, the back of her dress flipped up to her waist and her ass in the air, panties around her knees. "If someone walks in here right now…"

  "Then we're both fucked, aren't we?"

  My fingers brush against her pussy and she whispers my name. She's already wet for me. I'm not even screwing this girl yet, and I can't get enough of her. We're doing everything but screwing every waking minute. I think she's a nympho now.

  I think I might have turned her into one.

  I think she might have turned me into a master of foreplay.

  "Colton," she whispers. "Put your fingers inside me."

  Instead, I smack her on the ass, watching her ass cheek jiggle at the blow. "Bad girl," I say. "Ordering me around."

  "You told me I'd have to beg."

  I slide my fingers between her legs, pressing against her clit, listening to the sound of her breath when I touch her. "I told you that you'd have to beg me to fuck you," I say. "Not to finger you."

  "Maybe that's what I'm begging you to do."

  I slide my fingers inside her in one swift movement, and she moans.

  "Not funny, cock tease," I say, my voice gruff. I wrap her ponytail around my hand, pulling her head back as I fuck her with my fingers. My dick is so hard at the mere mention of wanting me inside her that I think I'm going to explode right now.

  Cassie moans when I pull her hair. "I want to feel you," she says as I fuck her with my fingers, my movements quicker the more she pushes her ass back against my hand. I find her asshole with my thumb, pressing against it as I stroke her inside.

  "Reach between your legs and touch your clit," I tell her. If she keeps talking about how much she wants to feel my cock inside her, I'm going to take her right here in this classroom. And that isn't how I want to take her virginity at all.

  She strokes herself, doing that thing she does where she bites her lower lip to keep from crying out as I fuck her harder with my fingers. "Let me feel it," she says. "I want to feel your cock against me. I want to feel you on me."

  This girl is going to ruin me.

  I fuck her with my fingers until she's on the verge. "You wish it were my cock inside you right now, Cassie?" I whisper. "You want it to be my cock that makes you come, my cock that fills you up?"

  "Please," she says.

  I pull my fingers from her pussy, undoing my cargo shorts and dropping them to the floor. Gripping my cock in my hand, I press it up between her legs, and pull her against me with my other hand. My lips are near her ear, and she leans her head on me, her eyes closed and lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. "This is what you want?" I ask, guiding my shaft along her pussy.

  Her warm wetness on my cock is nearly unbearable. I want to feel it envelop me. I want to thrust inside her warm pussy and let go.

  But I don't. I feel her throb against my shaft, and I whisper into her ear, my hand tight across her breast. "I'm so close, you know. Move an inch and I'll be inside you. Bare. With no protection, nothing between us."

  She moans, pushing her ass against me, rubbing her pussy against my shaft.

  "Is that what you like?" I whisper. "The thought of me bare inside you?"

  "Oh, God," she gasps. "I think I do."

  Shit, this girl. I let her grind against me until my cock is practically coated in her wetness and I'm starting to lose my mind. "Put your hands on the table."

  When she bends over, I drag the tip of my cock along her pussy, pausing at her entrance. "Yes," she breathes. "Right there."

  "Cassie," I warn. "Do you know how much I want to put my hands on your hips and fuck the hell out of you right now?"

  She whimpers, reaching between her legs to touch her clit. "I want to come with you inside me."

  I press the tip of my cock against her entrance. "Is this what you want, Cassie?" I ask her. "You want to feel me inside you?"

  "Yes." Her breath comes shorter. The head of my cock presses against her entrance but not inside, and I tell myself to hold back as she explodes, her whole body bucking. Only a tiny whimper escapes her lips as she comes.

  It takes me less than two strokes of my hand on my cock to come, and when I do, I coat her pussy and her ass — because both of them are going to be mine.

  * * *

  "I can't believe I'm asking you this."

  "You can't believe you're asking me how to pop my roommate's cherry?" Sable asks. She lies stretched out on the sofa in her apartment, only half-listening to me while she texts on her phone.

  "I'm not asking you how to pop Cassie's cherry, thanks," I say. "I'm pretty clear on that."

  "She's not fancy," Sable says, sitting up. "She doesn't want champagne and dinner at a pricey restaurant."

  I sigh heavily. Why do I feel like I'm stumbling around in the dark when it comes to this shit? "I'm not asking you what to do," I say. "I just wanted some advice on how to… you know… make it special. Forget I asked. And for fuck's sake, don't tell Cassie I asked you that."

  I turn to leave, and Sable sits up on the sofa. "Wait," she says, setting down her phone. "You like her."

  "I don't know, Sable," I say, irritated. "I just – you know – don't want her to think I'm a dumb asshole who's just trying to bang her. Oh, fuck. Yeah, I like her, all right?"

  Sable's face softens. "Well, then take her out or something."

  "On a date?"

  "Yeah, on a date, dumbass," Sable teases. "That's what normal people do."

  "I can't. Cassie will flip out. The whole student-tutor thing. She won't risk being seen in public."

  "Well, you're creative," Sable says. "Figure out how to not be seen in public."

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  Cassie

  Colton stands in the doorway of my bedroom, shuffling awkwardly. "I want to take you out."

  "What are you talking about?"

  "On a date."

  "A date?" I ask, laughing. I slide my arms around his waist. "I already told you I want you to fuck me. I'm ready. Trust me. You don't need to be weird with the whole date thing. I'm clear on what this is."

  He gives me a look like I just slapped him. "What are you clear on?"

  "That this is just fun," I say. "It's a good way to lose it, with someone where there aren't any expectations, you know?"

  Irritation flits across Colton's face. "Stop talking."

  "You're not upset that I said this was fun, are you?"

  "Will you just shut your mouth and come with me already?" he growls.

  "I can't be seen in public with you anywhere, Colton – "

  "If you don't get your little ass down the stairs and into my goddamn truck, I'm going to pick you up and carry you down there myself and then someone is definitely going to see."

  "There's no need to get an attitude."

  Colton pulls open the door to the truck, a vintage blue pickup truck that somehow seems exactly suited to him. Inside, I run my fingers along the dashboard. "This is yours?"

  "It was my dad's farm truck," Colton explains. "After he passed, my mom wanted to sell it. She was on him to sell it the year before he died, wanted him to get something newer. I convinced her to keep it. I spent almost every waking moment outside of practice senior year of high school on rebuilding this thing."

  As Colton maneuvers through town and gets onto the highway, neither of us speak. It's dusk, the skyline a reddish purple as the sun sets on the horizon, bathing everything i