But it honestly worked for us for nearly two years until she graduated high school and went off to college. We decided it was just best to end things.... Over the next year we Didn't really talk much. And fact the only time we actually would talk was when she would want me to come up for sex. I'm sure you're probably thinking there are tons of guys at a massive University why would she call you for sex. Well like I said "We had a strong sexual connection." Well my senior year had actually flown. Thankfully, I didn’t do that in the middle of the classroom, but the more I thought about being naked, the more I remembered. I didn’t finish all the questions, but I don’t think I failed.”“Oh dear, I bet that made you quite horny! And what are we going to do about your top? I’m a painter, not a seamstress.”“Sorry about the buttons, but yes, it made me completely fucking horny! The math test went better. I imagined that I strolled into the classroom topless and that no one could take their eyes. I mean who the hell just asks that? Especially someone I hardly know. I almost got up and walked out. I was angry, mostly angry, maybe a little embarrassed. Like I'm going to talk about this with some lady who used to be my teacher. "No. What? I mean of course not. Why would you think that? Why are we even talking about this? I'm not, you know, I get around and all that."She smiled but didn't laugh. "Stevie, don't be mad or embarrassed. You know sweetie that you can tell Mrs. stevens anything. And, I want you as my sex slave." Sex slave? Sex slave! Oh! You. You. You are hopelessly infantile!" Not infantile. Adolescent, perhaps. Perverted, maybe. Your vocabulary is slipping, ballbuster." I should hang up on you! You are such an oversexed buffoon!" Look, ballbuster. I'm the only man left in the city who has the confidence to take you on. It's you, not me, who has an unbalanced table. You should be nicer to me."She was silent."Anyway, when was the last time you were royally fucked. If.