PreviewMiaWaking up with soaked underwear was not ideal. Especially when the reason for the particular soaked underwear was my father’s best-friend, James Fox. Yes, even his name sounds like a porn star. Biting my lip, I turned on my back and took a deep breath. I could try it again. Surely, it would be easy after trying to touch myself so many times. Maybe too easy, perhaps. You can do it, Mia. Just think about his handsome face, his delicious stern voice, his dark hair and—fuck, yes, mmm. My hands felt small and gentle, cupping my perky breasts. I imagined his large palms—with the Patek Philippe on his wrist that I had gifted him on his thirty-fifth birthday, fondling my breasts, the veins on his forearms tensing as he pinched my hard little nipples between his fingers. A whimper tore out of my lips as my thighs rubbed together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter when I thought about him instructing me how to touch my pussy. Nonono, in my dream, he calls it his pussy. Yes,
2 - You’re HotMia“And wrong answer, princess.”I swallowed the lump in my throat when he neared me, his tall height looming over me. He seemed so put together, I hated it. Absolutely loathed it. I was soaked from my head to toe and my shoes squelched when I moved while he looked untouched from the rain. There I was looking like a wet sock while wearing wet socks, and he looked like he just walked out of an Abercrombie cover shoot.“W-what are you going to do?” I did not mean to stutter. Stuttering was for the weak, but I’d be lying if I said his closeness didn’t affect me. And he smelt so, so good. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and sniff. Even ask about the cologne he used so I could buy it like a little creep and spray it all over my bed and roll around in it. Yep. There was definitely something in my drinks. “I’m going to fuck you.”“What?” My lips parted as a car zoomed by and wetness seeped out of me, making my already wet underwear wetter. “You sure… you want to do tha
3 - Look at Me and AnswerMiaI swallowed the lump in my throat and stayed by the front door, which he ordered me to do. He came back with a couple of hand towels after rummaging in the washroom closet. I accepted one of them and started patting my hands and tee-shirt, staring in horror at the sight of my nude bra being glaringly visible through the sheer dark top. The only night I decided to wear something sexy and it embarrasses me. Great, thanks world.“Oh,” I let out a soft chuckle when he started patting my wet hair with a towel. “You don’t have to.”James glared at me. “You’ll get sick. You can’t miss your first day of school.”“High School.” I corrected him, crossing my arms. His eyes lowered to my arms before snapping at my face as heat crept up his neck. “Junior year of high school, Mia. You should take a warm shower before bed and take some cold medicine.” He touched my forehead again while I shamelessly admired the way his shirt stretched over his shoulders and tightened o
4 - Porn Star NameMiaWaking up with soaked underwear was not ideal. Especially when the reason for the particular soaked underwear was my father’s bestfriend, James Fox. Yes, even his name sounds like a porn star. Biting my lip, I turned on my back and took a deep breath. I could try it again. Surely, it would be easy after trying to touch myself so many times. Maybe too easy. You can do it, Mia. Just think about his handsome face, his delicious stern voice, his dark hair and—fuck, yes, mmm. My hands felt small and gentle, cupping my perky breasts. I imagined his large palms—with the Patek Philippe on his wrist that I had gifted him on his thirty-fifth birthday—fondling my breasts, the veins on his forearms tensing as he pinches my hard little nipples between his fingers.A whimper tore out of my lips as my thighs rubbed together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter when I thought about him instructing me how to touch my pussy. Nonono, in my dream, he calls it his pussy. Yes, h
5 - Yes, Mister James?MiaHis voice rang through the class of twenty teenagers, grabbing our attention and making me squirm in my seat. I tugged at the tie that felt too tight around my neck, trying not to ogle at his tall, broad-shouldered frame. He looked delicious in a fitted crisp white shirt and pants. His shoes were so shiny I wondered if he took an extra hour to polish them. Nah, must have gotten someone else to do it.But what stood out the most were his glasses. Black frame that perched on his strong nose as his eyes glimmered through them, making me squirm in my seat.I swallowed the lump in my throat when he answered a small question from a girl, rolling the sleeves of his shirt over his elbow. Fuck, his arms. His hands. The watch that I had gifted him glinted in the light streaming in through the open windows. “Why does his name sound like a porn star?” a guy behind me whispered, and I had to bite the insides of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. Thank god, I wasn’t
6 - Studies and ChillJames“Are you in trouble?”“Of course, you’d think I’m here because I’m in trouble.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at me, and I ignored the itch to do something completely irrational and uncivilized. “Mister Steven asked me to assist him after class.”Steven? The Math teacher. He had grey hair and looked like the sweet grandpa who snuck a few sugar candies to you when your mom wasn’t looking.I fell in step beside her, our footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. “I didn’t know students could assist teachers.”“I only help him because he gives chocolates. Look, James.” She pulled out two dark toffees in a bright wrapper from her skirt. Her eyes were dancing with a gleam of joy and it made me happy to see her like that. “Why don’t you address me properly as your teacher?” I didn’t mean to ask her such a question in a dark tone. My mouth ran before my brain did.Her hazel eyes roved over my figure, and I felt an odd tightness as she licked her lips and looked awa
7 - I Will Reward YouMia“Do you want me to address you as Mister James?”I didn’t know what came over me to ask that question, but I wanted to know. I’ve addressed him as James since we’ve met, and I enjoyed calling him by his first name. Would he like that? Me addressing him as one of his students?His blue eyes flickered to me. The shadows from the car and the rainy weather made them seemed dark, almost black. I clasped my hands together in my lap, feeling the dampness of my skirt, and squirmed under his heated gaze. It burned me. His eyes noticed the movement, and I held my breath, waiting for his answer. He looked back at the road and answered in a low, gruff voice, “Call me whatever you want, Mia.” “Whatever I want?” He didn’t reply. I pressed. “I’ll call you James. But in school, I’ll call you Mister James.”He still didn’t reply. I wanted to look at his face and try to find out what he was thinking, but he didn’t turn to face me. Instead, he kept driving, his knuckles tur
Part Two“See me after class.”8 - It doesn’t mean AnythingMiaI parted the curtain when he prowled towards me, and I felt small against him. Standing barefoot in just a little cute dress. Licking my lips, I turned around and felt his warm presence on my back. The hairs on the back of my nape rose up when he took a step closer. I watched him in the mirror reflection, the delicious clench of his jaw as his fingers moved my hair over my shoulder. I shivered at the brush of his electrifying touch and fidgeted with my hands in front of me. His hot breath brushed against my bare shoulder as he made a low voice from his throat. “What happened?” My voice was barely audible because that sound. That sound. It did things to me that weren’t appropriate one bit.His ocean eyes met mine through the reflection. “You’re not wearing a bra.”Oh. Oh. The sound of zipper filled around us and it felt like we were in our own cocoon with no one around. I liked it. I liked it very much. I hated that I l