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Dinner was amazing. The food was great and talking to David was extremely relaxing. Somehow, she’s the one who got sucked into his pace. She came here with the intention to be flirty, a little teasing and not-so-subtly hint to where she wants the night to go. But she ended up answering all his questions and found herself asking to know more about him, his interests, his family and even his relationship with the other girls. That last one surprised her the most, since she wanted to keep him from thinking about the others, if only for tonight, yet she was the one who got more and more curious.

Huh.

Maybe it’s just her that’s too focused on the sexual side of this? After all, she’s the one who hasn’t had sex in seven months. Meanwhile, David has both the pleasure and responsibility of having to satisfy seven women. If she looks at it like that, it’s no wonder that he isn’t as desperate as she is.

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You groan internally, seriously wondering what you should do now. Dinner was great, but you couldn’t quite help yourself and ended up asking too many questions about her. You hope she didn’t find that boring.

Anyway, dinner ended and you’re getting in Julia’s car. However, you don’t know what’s supposed to happen now. Will she drive you back to your place and then leave? Is that what you both want? You know you don’t, but…

After Julia’s answer to your question about her underwear, the conversation never once shifted towards the lewd topics. It was just very casual, very entertaining conversation. For you, at least.

Should you just ask her? It’s clear that Julia is very open-minded. But still, there’s something in the back of your mind that keeps thinking that you make things about sex too often.

You had sex with Emma and Katherine on your first date with them. Your relationships with Emily, Megan and Sophia STARTED with sex before you even went on dates. Mia and Anzu were sort of special cases where you HAD to take things slow.

Is it okay for you to keep doing that?

Dammit. This just doesn’t get easier.

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Screw it. She’s doing it. She’s slightly disappointed he hasn’t come on to her, but she didn’t account for the fact that he doesn't really need to rush things. He can afford to be patient. But Julia? She made up her mind even before the date started, and now her desire only cemented itself. Now she needs to let him know just how interested she really is.

Right after David takes his seat beside her and puts on the seat belt, Julia speaks.

“You know, I don’t really feel like ending our date here.” She says with a subtle, playful tone. “Do you want to come to my place? There’s still stuff I want to ask you.”

David stares at her silently for what’s barely three seconds but to her feel like an eternity. Did she sound too desperate? God, she did, didn’t she? Yet before she can even let a speck of panic show in her face, David… starts laughing. The embarrassment gets replaced with annoyance. 

Why is he laughing? 

She crosses her arms and frowns at him. “What’s so funny?”

“Sorry, sorry!” He answers, snickering and holding a hand up. “I’m just laughing at myself.”

“Oh?” Julia’s annoyance leaves her and she blinks a few times before raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because, well… I always end up running circles in my head about the things I want and the things I should do. So… you asking me if I wanted to go to your place just made me feel silly.”

Julia smiles and she slowly starts laughing along.

“You have no idea what subtlety is, do you?” She grins.

“I guess I’m bad at getting hints.” He shrugs, but grins back. “I also don’t like being misunderstood, so I prefer to say things directly.”

“Alright then, let me be perfectly clear. Do you want to spend the night with me?”

“I’d love to.”

The two of them laugh again at their own silliness, but Julia decides that she definitely likes David’s style a lot. Yes, the direct approach is a lot better. There’s less guessing that way. No wonder Emily fell for him so hard.

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Julia’s apartment is a bit bigger and more spacious than Emma’s, but about equal to Mia’s. She tells you to feel at home while she goes to the kitchen. You sit on the couch and Julia comes back with a couple of glasses half-full of ice. The then brings a bottle of 18-year-old whisky.

“I’ll teach you how to pour a glass.” She says with a teasing grin as she fills both glasses to about the middle.

Though you’re not having any of it and cross your arms. “You had to drive and had work the next day.” You argue.

“That doesn’t excuse you from being a cheapskate.” She shoots back, but picks up both glasses and gives one to you with a smile. You sigh in defeat and take the drink from her.

“Cheers.” She says.

“Cheers.” Your glasses make a soft cling sound as they meet and you both take your first drink. You didn’t have that much alcohol during dinner, so one more glass of whisky is fine.

You get comfortable in the couch, and you’re just a little startled when Julia leans into you, resting her head against your shoulder as she nurses her drink.

“Just let me ask this one last time. You’re sure about this, aren’t you?” She asks.

“You mean going out with you?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “I’m your teacher, you know? I know you’re also going out with Emma and Mia. I know you’re serious about them. I’ve never questioned that. But you’re just adding more risks to your stay at Hayes.”

“I should be throwing that question back at you. Are you sure you’re okay with this? Not only am I your student, but I’m a guy with seven girlfriends. That doesn’t sound any alarms?”

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“If anything, it shows just how good of a boyfriend you are.” Julia giggles before she drinks once and turns more serious. “Yeah, it’s weird, but I’ve been thinking about it. It’s like, since I know you did some magic shenanigans to get away with it, I can sort of think more clearly.”

The Affection Multiplier. No doubt that thing is already affecting her, but now that she’s experiencing it while being aware of it, it’s not as terrible as she thought. After all, she’s feeling really good. She feels comfortable with him and feels like she can trust him. And those feelings don’t come out of nowhere. They’re rooted in his actions. He’s shown her he’s trustworthy.

“It’s tempting to compare you to other people. If I compare you to my mother, you’re a complete and utter saint. If I compare you to any monogamous couple, you’re a player and a manwhore. If I compare you to your brother, you’re an incredibly standup guy.”

“But if you don’t compare me?” He asks, thankfully ignoring that last comment about his brother that just came out without her realizing. She’ll blame that one on the alcohol.

“Then I can see this for what it is. A wholesome, polyamorous relationship. That’s why I’m glad I got to talk to Emily, Emma and Mia. They were very adamant in telling me how content they are with this arrangement.”

“Even if we get moral arguments out of the way, are you still okay with this? Consider the practical side of things. With you, that would make 8 people that I have to divide my time for.”

“Just a few days ago you were trying to sell me on how good your harem was. Now you’re trying to scare me away?” Julia asks with a curious, raised eyebrow.

Her question causes David to smile wryly. “That’s not what I’m trying to do at all. I just want to make sure you’re making an informed decision. I can’t say for sure, but…” He swallows nervously. “There’s a chance you won’t be the last, you know?”

“Around ten girls, was it?” Julia shoots back with a big smirk as he blinks at her in surprise. “I told you. I got A LOT out of Emily. I’m very well informed.”

“So…”

“So I want to give it a try. A serious shot at us being happy together. We haven’t known each other for long. At least, not like this. But you want me and I want you. What more is there to it? You’ll accept me with all the baggage I come with and I’ll accept you with yours. Besides, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about your… group sessions.”

He smiles again with a defeated sigh.

“You’ll definitely fit right in.”

“I’m glad you say that. I’m seriously looking forward to it.” She licks her lips and sets her drink on the table. “But tonight, I have you all to myself. I get the feeling that’s going to be rare.”

“…Just a little.”

“Then I’m going to make full use of this chance.”

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Her lips capture yours and they don’t let go. Her aggressive kiss would’ve taken you by surprise if she hadn’t kept hungry eye contact with you even as she took your glass from your hand and set it aside.

As you savor the taste of each other’s lips for the very first time, Julia takes your hands in hers and guides them to her body. She sets one of them on her waist and the other firmly pressed on her breast as she grins into the kiss.

Seeing how forward she is is only a little surprising, but the encouragement is welcomed. You decide to show her that you can be bold as well and pull the broad neckline of her dress down, freeing one of her big, enticing tits that have been tempting you all night and you start groping it directly as you make out. She moans approvingly, even more so when your other hand goes under her dress to grope her firm and generous butt.

“Mmmm, you naughty boy.” She says, gasping for air between kisses with a big grin on her face. “Groping your teacher like this.”

“It’s my teacher’s fault for being so sexy.” You whisper, kissing her neck and groping her breast as your thumb plays with her nipple.

“Is that so?” She chuckles suggestively as she runs her hands through your hair, letting you run your tongue along her neck. “Well, lucky for you this sexy teacher likes naughty boys.”

She kisses you again, holding both sides of your face. She’s practically sucking on your tongue and shoving hers as deep inside your mouth as it’ll go. She’s really intense. And you’re liking it.

“Mmm, those hands feel really good. I’m dying to feel those fingers in my pussy.” She purrs seductively in your ear.

You don’t even give her time to hunger for it. Your hand leaves her butt, moves the soft fabric of her panties aside and your fingers start massaging her outer lips.

“Of fuck!” She gasps. She bites her lip and looks at you with smoldering eyes. “You’ve always been a very proactive student.” She say before diving for your lips again.

While your hands are busy feeling her body, hers are smoothly unbuttoning your jacket. She gently sets it aside on the table and starts working on your shirt. She undoes the first button and takes your tie off.

Your eyes lock with hers. Her face is flushed, her eyes are still hungry but she has the biggest, most excited grin.

“I want your fingers inside me.” She says breathily.

You grin back. “Sure, but you have to let me suck your tits.”

She hastily pulls down the straps of her dress and frees her breasts before practically feeding her nipple to you. Her body shivers and she lets out a long, soft moan when she feels your tongue on her nipple and your fingers going inside her pussy.

She then giggles. “You look so different in that outfit. I almost forgot it’s my own student who’s fingering me.”

“You look different too. I like this more than the sweats you wear in class.” You tell her as your free hand feels the softness of her dress’ fabric along her waits.

“I wanted to impress you. I succeeded, it seems.” She says, tracing a finger along your jawline.

“Yeah.” You nod and kiss her cleavage.

“Let me be your only girl tonight.” She breathes. “Just tonight, think only of me. I want you to get to know my body. I want to know yours. I want to know what you like and I want you to know what I like. I want us to share ourselves with each other.”

“Okay.” You nod, smiling and mutter softly as you take your lips to hers. Your tongues keep rolling around each other, even as you drive Julia to her first orgasm of the night.

Comments

written_fantasy

Not much to say about this chapter. This week was difficult though. I had a hard time writing until yesterday. I practically met my weekly quota in a day. Sometimes I hate how inconsistent writing can be. One day you can't stop and the other absolutely nothing comes out.