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He looks possessive that I shudder. “Never!”
“Good girl,” he says, swiping his finger along my gash. “Because I would be mad if you did.”
I whimper as his touch causes a warm stream flushing down my core, and I hear a squishy sound. “Did I just pee?” I ask in horror.
He chuckles. “No, little girl. It’s not pee. It’s your sweet juice,” he says as he rubs his fingers in front of my eyes, letting me see the sticky fluid. I know what it is. I get that sometimes when I see people kissing on TV.
I’m embarrassed by the tangy smell, but Albert doesn’t seem to mind. I gasp when he pushes his finger into his lips and sucks it. “You taste like honey, Elsie.” He closes his eyes momentarily to savor the taste.
Oh, God. If any other man did this to me, touching me down there and then tasting me, I would be grossed out. But seeing Albert doing it, I only blushed. He looks so hot. “I’m glad you like it. I’ve never been like this wet before,” I say.
His eyes narrow. “Never?”
I shake my head.
He groans and puts me down on the floor. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m sorry, Elsie. I shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” I bite my lip, looking at him as he adjusts his pants. His bulge shrinks a bit.
“Because you’re still a child.”
“I’m not a child! I turned eighteen three months ago,” I protest.
He gazes into my eyes, hesitates for a moment, and then shakes his head. “Eighteen is very young, sweetheart. I’m thirty-eight, more than twice of your age, and nearly as old as your daddy. It would be wrong for me to take your innocence. You would hate me for that.”
Take my innocence? Cherry popping? I heard the girls speak about it back in junior high. I shake my head, wanting to tell him I wouldn’t, but he urges me to return to our lesson.
“Why do you have a bulge there?” I can’t help my curiosity.
He curses as his cheeks turn red. “I need to use the bathroom, Elsie. I’ve got to pee.”
Chapter 3
Albert
“How did the lesson go?” John asks me.
I’m having lunch with him at the University Club.
I pause before answering. It’s been two days since my first lesson with Elsie, and I haven’t been able to put her out of my mind. In fact, she’s embedded in every cell of mine. The mention of her name sends prickles down my spine.
I take a sip of my ice water before speaking, just to cool off the fire so I don’t act foolishly in front of my friend. “Oh, it went well,” I say calmly, an ability I’m proud of. Being a professor, I have to remain calm even during the most unforeseen events. There are all kinds of emergencies in classrooms. Students could get seizures or be merely rude. I’ve developed the ability to remain composed even when there’s a hurricane inside me.
But I don’t think I hide my emotions well this time because my hand trembles and water spills onto the table. I wipe the water with a napkin.
John is a smart person. He chuckles. “No need to lie to me. You must’ve had a tough time with the girl. Like I said, I’ve tried many tutors with her. But frankly, the girl is just dumb. Not that it’s her fault. I blame on her crazy mom.”
I’m enraged hearing the comment. “Elsie isn’t dumb,” I blurt, my voice sounding stern. When John shoots me a startled look, I add, “She just needs some help.”
He nods. “I know that. The poor thing. She skips school a lot, especially when her mom doesn’t care about education.”
“Could you have gotten custody of Elsie?”
“I’ve tried, more than once,” he says. “But failed because I was never married to her mom, even though my name is on her birth certificate. Besides, Fanny is vile. She uses Elsie to blackmail me.”
“How much child support do you have to pay her?”
“A quarter of my income.”
