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2 - Kieran.

She's early again. Sarah Hastings sits at the same table as last time, another stack of books in the center of the desk and her notepad flipped open in front of her. She's hunched over, scribbling furiously, the sound mingling with the gentle rattle of laptop keys from nearby, and my steps slow as I approach her back.No electric blue dress today. Pity. She's in a black polo shirt and shorts instead, her bare legs crossed at the ankle beneath her chair. With her pale skin and somber outfit, the only color on Sarah Hastings this morning is the shock of her platinum blonde hair.She wears it cut short, a pale pink tint to the blonde. The strands curl against the back of her neck, and I grip my cane tighter as I walk past to keep from reaching out and ruffling them.I don't think my touch would be welcome, somehow. Sarah Hastings may be beautiful with her heart-shaped face and big, blue eyes, but that didn't stop me from being harsher than usual with her in our last session.As I fold my

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3 - Sarah.

Kieran beats me to our table. When I arrive–still ten minutes early–with an armful of books, he's already sitting into the chair opposite mine, his cane leaning against the desk. He's wearing another button-down shirt, but eggplant colored this time.His dark eyes watch me approach, an unreadable expression on his face, and when I drop the stack of books onto the table with a thud, I notice why.There's a muffin by my spot. A fresh, golden muffin, giving off a warm, buttery scent that makes my stomach growl.I sit, head fuzzy. Is that for me?"I didn't know if you'd have coffee already."I make a weird noise. God, someone gives me a single muffin and I lose all social skills. It's just that–well, no one gives me things. In the foster system, you guard your possessions with your life, even the shitty ones, because gifts are rarer than a decent school counselor. And I'm out of the system now, an independent adult, but apparently I still fall apart at the smallest gift."Sarah." Kieran's

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4 - Kieran.

Over the next few weeks, tutoring Sarah becomes a special kind of torture. I don't know what's worse–sitting across a desk from her, breathing in her daisy-fresh scent and watching her lick cappuccino foam off her top lip, or lounging in the back of lecture halls and scanning the rows for her short platinum blonde hair.She's always so far away in those lectures. The ones that she manages to attend between jobs, anyway. There are rows and rows of bodies between us, and I have to crane my neck to see what kind of brightly colored outfit she's draped her perfect, plump body in this time.Hey. It's not like I need to really listen–I'm here to assist, not learn.I'm learning some things, though. Like how a lot of guys rush to sit next to Sarah. Guess I can't blame them–I'd be the same if I were really in this class and if I could move at a decent goddamn speed.But they lean over and whisper in her ear. They get close, nudging their elbows against hers. Sarah's never rude but she never se

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5 - Sarah.

Kieran's in my next lecture. Thank god for that–I thought I'd have to go full creep and follow him home. My thighs burn as I climb the steps to the back of the lecture hall, legs aching from another long shift standing at a bar serving sugary cocktails and wedging limes into bottlenecks.At least I didn't oversleep and have to run out in my beer-soaked bar uniform this time. No wonder Ki thought I was a waste of space at first.He's doing his usual thing: frowning at his laptop screen, his cane resting against the empty chair beside him, the blue light washing over the planes of his handsome face. Kieran has cheekbones for days, and the light from his screen deepens the hollows. He's got these plump, kissable lips, too, and that hair. He's like a pirate in a navy button-down shirt.He hasn't booked a tutoring session for me in four days. He hasn't spoken to me at all.I swallow hard, climbing the last few steps to stand in front of him."Is that seat taken?" It takes a minute for him

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6 - Sarah.

The library's different in the evening. The electric lights are on, but only in some sections, making the floors a patchwork of yellow light and dark shadows. The desks that line the walls are filled with night owl students, headphones in and fingers rattling over their keyboards, and the stacks are kind of creepy. Like rows of book-filled dark alleys.Our table isn't free. I stand nearby, blinking stupidly at the two girls sitting in our seats. Their seats. They've spread open textbooks over the desk, and they're huddled together, making notes and popping the cap on and off bright pink highlighters."Come on." For once, I didn't hear Ki coming. There's no warning–just the honey rumble of his voice in my ear, and his gentle grip on my elbow. "Leave the nice students alone. There are other tables."Right. Yeah, I'm being so weird."I forgot we don't own the place." Ki huffs a laugh, leading me through the dark stacks. He's still touching my elbow. "Ki, wait a second."His steps slow. B

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7 - Sarah.

God.I swallow it back: every muttered curse, every plea, every keening moan. All the sounds I'd make if we were alone, safely locked in a room, away from these turning pages and tapping keys.I choke it all back until it's clogging my throat and all I can do is wheeze out a single breath at a time, clutching Ki's shirt as he pumps one finger, then two, in and out of my slick channel. His thumb finds my clit, swirling over and over it in relentless circles, and my body flashes hot, a wildfire charring my insides. Then my muscles lock and I'm clamping down on him, gripping and grinding, coming silently with air choked in my throat.One breath.Two.A bead of sweat trickles down my spine.I settle back into my body, and the floorboards creak under my feet. God, I'm sticky. Flushed bright red, too. I hope he's not grossed out–hope he wasn't expecting some sexy, experienced siren.But Ki says nothing. He pulls his fingers out gently, tugging my panties back into place and letting my dress

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8 - Kieran.

I've messed this up.There's more I'd like you to teach me. That's what Sarah said, towing me through the darkened library stacks, her hand gripped tight in mine, my lips still tingling from our kiss.I'd like you to teach me.Fuck. Fuck. Should I have told her that I'm a–that I've never done this before either? When the hell would that have come up before today? Does she only want me for this because of some tutor kink?God. Kill me now.If I had any final scraps of pride, I'd make some excuse and end this already. Send her home without the masterful fuck that she wants, but also without my inexpert fumblings.Jesus Christ. She'll figure it out in seconds. Will she laugh at me? Judge me for it? Look at me with disappointment in those big, blue eyes? I'd die.No. No.My thoughts may be crashing around my skull, but Sarah's hand is steady in mine. Her thumb draws gentle circles over my knuckles as we walk, and I draw in a deep breath, holding her hand tighter.Sarah Hastings does not j

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9 - Kieran.

"Sarah. Fuck."Ki's no poet, but he gets his point across. And he wants me, his brown eyes so dark they're nearly black. His features are hard, his face stark with hunger.God, I need to feel him. I scrabble at his pants button, our heads ducked and watching my clumsy fingers. Jeez. I can't—this stupid button—"You're killing me," Kieran says after a long moment."I can't–freaking–there. Got it." I yank his pants open, triumphant."It's hardly Fort Knox.""Easy for you to say. All you have to do is slide your hands under my dress."Even as the words come out, Ki grins, running his palms up my thighs. His thumbs dip into the center, rubbing me through the fabric of my panties, and I tilt my head back, lips parting. It wasn't long ago that he pushed his fingers inside me, but I'm needy again. Pulsing and hollow. Slick and ready.Ki zones in on my clit, rubbing it through the cotton.Yeah. Hell yeah. He may not have done this before, but the man's a natural. How could he not be, when he'

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10 - Sarah.

He's right.I am a little pervert, I'm his little pervert, and he's everything I've been hoping for all these weeks and months. Everything I've dreamed of each night with busy fingers swirling between my thighs. I tweak his nipple with another happy sigh, then bend forward to lick it. Suck it into my mouth. Kieran curses loudly, thrusting up beneath me, and I sit back again with a smirk on my face.Our eyes meet. His pupils are blown.My smirk fades.Ki's cock twitches when I brush his hand away, circling it with my own instead. My fingers are paler, so much smaller than his, and I know I'm holding him too lightly but I'm afraid to squeeze in case I hurt him.We'll get better at this. We will.My thumb swipes over the head. Spreading another bead of moisture. Ki hisses, gripping my hips tight, fingertips digging into my soft flesh."So shall I just–""Yeah."It's awkward. A little clumsy. I push up onto my knees, lining up his cock with my entrance, and my cheeks are pink. This is so

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11 - Kieran.

Five years laterThis lecture is taking an eternity. Most days I love my job, love every minute I spend teaching classes and writing papers, but I've got a naked photo from Sarah burning up my phone, and I made the rookie error of checking my messages right before class.She knows I have a lecture right now, the imp.I dig the palm of my hand into my eye, pointing at another raised hand. "Yes?"I'll field their questions. I'll talk through all the slides. I'm good at my job, damn it, even when my wife is trying to drive me mad.She looked so fucking good in that photo. Stark naked, except for an artfully draped throw, tucked around the early swell of her baby bump. Stretched out over our sofa, with a mischievous smile and the caption: "Remember old times?"Old times. The cheek. I fucked her on that sofa two days ago.Another student raises a hand, and I point at him. "Yes?"Of course, I'm glad that Sarah's made a name for herself as a freelance graphic designer. She can set her own ho

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