Page 80 of Group Studies

Don’t question it. Life is like meditation, don’t let your doubts destroy your peace. Now, tell me about your new digs.

“There’s a top and a bottom level.”

Posh, two stories.

I whacked my turtle. “They’re really trying to impress me.”

Let them and enjoy it. Let me know if you need anything else. The crystal you created today was incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it. Listening to yourself is the smartest thing to come out of either of our mouths yet.

I wrinkled my nose. “Maybe. So, the other item?”

Professor Garnet cleared his throat uncomfortably. It’s better timed than I first thought. It’s called a dildo. It will help you with your sexual independence.

I stilled. “I want your help. I want to complete our transfer.”

I know you do, his voice grew somber. But, I can’t and you know why. After a deep breath, his voice hardened. I will never make someone feel as helpless as I did. I meant what I said, sex should be on our terms. Not because magic is drawing us together. I will not take advantage of you while your magic is in me. Ever.

“Are you still full of my magic?” I asked hesitantly.

No. Officer Keres had me drain it all into the shield.

I wrinkled my nose, not liking my energy being part of what kept us trapped here. But it was too late.

“So then…” I pressed, focusing on my hope that we could finally be together.

Curfew’s in effect, and your magic’s still pulling on you. I want us to be equals in every way.

I sighed heavily, liking the concept but hating it at this moment.

There’s a compromise here. He paused. It’s not a simple dildo. You can use it on your own, or it has a second half I can control from a distance.

I perked up. Releasing my turtle, I crawled over to the bedside table and pulled the device out of the drawer I’d stuck it in.

I’m assuming you’ve helped yourself out enough. The pull isn’t overpowering?

I nodded, not that he could see it. “But it’s still there.”

The simmering heat I’d been ignoring bubbled across my skin.

A few tense moments passed where he didn’t speak. I wished I could see his face and know what he was thinking.

Tell me about your space.

“It’s the biggest bed I’ve ever slept in. It could fit six of me,” I said, sprawling out on it. “The sheets are cream, but there’s not much else to tell. It didn’t come with many personal details.” The stars winked at me. “I can see the stars. Can you use magic to touch me?”

I cannot. Raw magic is limited by distance. His voice rumbled in my mind. Strip for me, Aphy. Take every piece off, exactly like I tell you to.

I felt silly, pulling my socks off one at a time, but his low voice washed over me, erasing my discomfort.

Now, unbutton your top, he purred, and run the material across your shoulders as you remove it.

Goosebumps peppered my skin. Although my shirt wasn’t soft, combined with his voice, the sensation sent waves of heat crashing down my chest. My nipples stiffened.

Free them then, the professor growled. Let them breathe.

I arched, removing my bra.

Run your hands up your sides, he demanded. And squeeze. His voice lowered. I wish I was sucking on you right now, licking each of your cherries until they swelled for me.

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