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I feel her hands rub my bare butt, spreading my cheeks and spreading my lower lips. Her thumb starts rubbing my back hole, making me groan and lean into her touch.

Why do I like that so much?

I'm not prepared to find that out right now, not when her tongue licks a path through my sex until she flicks my clit and my body involuntarily jerks at the touch.

"Oh, you taste so good." She groans.

I know I should feel embarrassed hearing someone tell me that, but I'm not. I like it, I love it, actually.

I don't even have time to decide on a response when I feel her face buried between my legs and her tongue shove into me.

I feel her tongue flicking and thrusting into me while her nails dig into my hips and her nose pushes against my butt.

It all feels so good that I can't form a thought other than that I'd scream if she stopped.

Her thumb starts to probe my back hole, pushing slightly into me and making my body tense, but it all feels so good that I want to scream.

I'm having to bite down on my pillow like a lifeline to prevent myself from screaming out while she treats me like her last meal before the execution.

I feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter, my orgasm getting so close to the surface that I want to scream out in bliss.

Stars dance across my closed eyelids, lighting up the otherwise darkness.

She pulls her face away from me, making me whine and want to beg her to continue, but when two slender fingers replace her tongue, and her lips wrap around my clit and start to suck gently, I feel myself fall.

I feel myself tip over into ecstasy on her tongue, and I feel her lap up every drop of my orgasm until my knees are shaking, and I'm desperate to drop onto the bed.

"Don't you feel better now?" Shelby asks sweetly when she's done.

I flop onto my mattress, turning onto my side to stare at her with a raised eyebrow.

Was that what this was?

To make me feel better? Sure, it worked at the time, but now I'm just worried that this was a pity orgasm.

"This was nice and all, but you can't tell anyone about this." She tells me.

That hurts a little, but I understand. If my mother found out what had just happened, she'd somehow find a way to have me kicked out of school.

She doesn't give me a dime; in fact, I had to take out student loans and take months applying for scholarships, but I'm sure she'd find a way to ruin my life simply because I'm interested in women.

So, I agree.

What other choice do I have?

Chapter 12

Leon Aldon

Maeve skipped her last class of the day.

Maeve never skips class.

What is ma petite fleur up to?

I lost track of her when that friend of hers caught up to her.

Normally, they spend an hour or so in the dining hall before parting ways to their separate classes.

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