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Touch me, Mr. Rich Blind Spot
KATE'S POVSomething was off with Carol.Kate had noticed it for weeks now—the distracted looks, the cancelled plans, the way Carol's attention seemed to drift even when they were mid-conversation. At first, she'd chalked it up to stress. Senior year was kicking everyone's ass, and Carol had always been intense about her grades, pushing herself harder than anyone Kate knew.But this felt different.They were supposed to meet for coffee Tuesday morning, their usual spot near campus—a tiny place called Brew Haven that made the best vanilla lattes and had booths in the back where they could spread out their stuff and talk for hours. Carol showed up fifteen minutes late, which wasn't like her. She was always the punctual one, the organized one, the person who showed up early with color-coded notes and a plan for whatever they needed to accomplish."Sorry, sorry," Carol said, sliding into the booth across from Kate. Kate looked up from her phone and immediately noticed things were off. Ca
Touch me, Mr. Rich Addicted
JAMES'S POVI couldn't stop thinking about Saturday.The memory played on repeat: Carol beneath me, those dark eyes watching as I'd spread her legs. The way she'd tried to close them, suddenly shy despite the boldness that had brought her to my house. The taste of her on my tongue. The sounds she'd made when I'd sucked her clit.Christ.I'd been half-hard since I woke up this morning, anticipating this afternoon. The memory of her grinding against my face, chasing her orgasm with desperate abandon, was permanently burned into my brain. I'd made women come before—plenty of times—but watching Carol lose control had been different. More intense. More satisfying than anything I'd experienced in years.Maybe it was because I hadn't realized how much I wanted her until I had her. Maybe it was because she wanted me with equal intensity. Or maybe it was just that she was young and responsive and everything my marriage hadn't been for the last decade.I didn't care about the why anymore. I jus
Touch me, Mr. Rich Somewhere Else
The text came Monday morning: Can you get away this afternoon? I've made arrangements. - JCarol's hands shook as she typed back: What kind of arrangements?The kind where we don't have to worry about Kate coming home. The kind where I can take my time with you.She couldn’t help but flash back to the time they spent on Saturday, she had never been pleased in that manner before, first thing he did after she followed him upstairs was to kiss her, he kissed like it was the last thing he would ever do on earth, and she returned his kiss with much vigor. She thought back to how she felt when he led her to the bed, she felt scared but safe, she was finally getting what she has wanted for years, and by God she was going to enjoy it, fuck the consequences.She watched with wide eyes as he spread her legs and knelt between them, then he said “If you keep looking at me with those doe eyes, I would fuck your mouth again,” she didn’t know what possessed her in that moment, but she wanted to pull
Touch me, Mr. Rich Breaking point
Carol showed up at the house unannounced on Saturday afternoon.She'd planned it carefully—knew Kate had that thing with her mom this weekend, some shopping trip and lunch that would keep her occupied for hours. Knew Mr. Rich would be home alone. She'd spent the past three days thinking about nothing else, rehearsing what she'd say, how she'd act, running through a dozen different scenarios for how this could go.She'd barely slept. Barely eaten. The want had consumed her until there was nothing left but this—this need to know, to act, to end the uncertainty one way or another.But when he opened the door, all her preparation evaporated like morning mist.He stood there in dark jeans and a grey t-shirt that clung to his chest and shoulders in ways that made her mouth go dry. His hair was slightly damp, like he'd just showered, and she could smell his soap—something clean and masculine that made her want to press her face against his neck and breathe him in. He looked at her with surpr
Touch me, Mr. Rich Alone
Carol didn't remember the drive home.One moment she was saying goodbye to Kate at the door—Mr. Rich still notably absent, still in the kitchen where he'd retreated after dinner—and the next she was pulling into her apartment complex, her body moving on autopilot while her mind stayed trapped in that dining room.She sat in her car for ten minutes after she parked, engine off, staring at nothing through the windshield. The streetlight overhead cast orange shadows across the dashboard. A couple walked past, arms linked, laughing about something. Normal people doing normal things. Carol felt like she existed in a completely different universe from them.What had she been thinking? Touching herself at his dinner table, with Kate right there, not three feet away? The recklessness of it should have horrified her. Should have snapped her out of this obsession and reminded her of all the reasons this was wrong, all the lines she'd crossed, all the ways this could destroy the most important f
Touch me, Mr. Rich Dinner and Distance
The smell of stir-fry had crept upstairs an hour ago, winding its way under Kate's door like an invitation Carol wasn't sure she could accept. Her stomach growled—she was genuinely hungry—but the thought of sitting across from Mr. Rich at the dinner table, pretending everything was normal, felt like a test she wasn't prepared to take."Dad says dinner's ready!" Kate called from the hallway, already heading downstairs.Carol took a breath, checked her reflection in Kate's mirror one more time—smoothing down her hair, making sure her shirt sat right—and followed.The dining room was already set when they arrived. Three places at the table, cloth napkins folded beside each plate, glasses of water already poured. Mr. Rich moved between the kitchen and dining room with easy efficiency, bringing out serving dishes filled with colorful vegetables, perfectly cooked chicken, and fragrant rice. He'd changed since they'd arrived—traded his work shirt for a simple black t-shirt that fit him in wa
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