Take it off

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Noah's POV

Her voice kept ringing in my head. She had just asked me to take her clothes off. Was she serious or was this another lesson? Another trick.

Women don't like it when a guy follows orders. Yet I felt like this was different. It had to be. I wanted it to be.

"No," I said, gritting my teeth. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to say.

"No?" She mused.

"No," I repeated more confidently. "Take it off for me," I added.

Her face showed her surprise. She hadn't been expecting that and I knew in that instant that I had done the right thing.

"You're a fast learner after all."

I felt like I had just received a thumbs-up from my favorite teacher. It was a good feeling.

Barbara moved an inch closer evading my space. A move like that would have made me nervous but I was changing.

She said, "You deserve a reward."

With that, she moved her dress to the side enough to expose her pale flesh. I could see the rise of her breast but her nipple wasn't visible yet. She moved it slightly