It has given me time to reflect on the last few weeks. I am fairly certain that I blew it with you by my own rashness. Had I played it cooler, perhaps... things would have been different. Perhaps if I had been a little more circumspect, it would have been you making the running. Who knows? But I chalk it up to experience and think that it will remain in my memory as an opportunity missed, but would doubtless have had a disastrous outcome. My time away also allows me to worry about the news I was. I pulled away abruptly, my eyes wide. "What are you doing?!" I cried. "What do you mean 'what am I doing?'? You kissed me too!" "Yeah, but..." "You certainly were acting like you wanted to kiss me..." "Nick, I am your teacher. I'm several years older than you. What you did was entirely inappropriate." I suddenly felt prudish, I wanted to cover up myself and hide away. "Whatever," he shrugged his backpack on, and gathered his belongings. "You still have fifteen minutes left. Don't you want to. I gave it a shy lick, flicking the tip with my tongue, testing the flavor of her. She tasted good. Her cock twitched against my lips, and she shifted her hips upward, pressing the head against my mouth. I smiled at her reactiveness, then opened my mouth, and let her slide inside me. I pursed my lips around her girth, savoring the feeling of every vein and bump deforming the lush outline of my mouth. Her shaft traveled along the soft wet bed of my tongue, and I curled it around her, trying to. But for the last few months, she only had some minor neck or back pains, and even that occurred on rare days. She loved Steven, and with her body feeling good, he had to know that she loved him. To have and to hold, that was the vow.The love was there. The commitment was there. But something nagged at her, telling her that she needed to prove herself sexually to him, to be the aggressor, the experimenter, the temptress. She wondered where all these ideas for sex had been hiding, because for the.