Page 21 of The Lessons

“Thanks, err, uh, Ryan? Do I call you Ryan? Or Mr. Andrews? You never did answer me.” She slipped her purse onto her shoulder. I noticed one of her middle buttons was still undone, and her breasts were testing the limit of the thin fabric.

“Button.”

“Button?” she asked, bewildered.

“Button,” I said, pointing at her shirt.

“Oh,” she gasped, and shifted her purse so she could use both hands to button her blouse.

I shifted too, trying to calm what was now a semi in my pants.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. And yes, please call me Ryan.” I opened the door to the street.

She blushed for the thousandth time that afternoon. It was so cute. “Great. Thank you, Ryan. See you on Friday.”

“See you Friday, Natalie.” I started to close the door. “And don’t forget to do your homework.”

Chapter Eight

Natalie

I exited the office onto the sidewalk. Outside, the sun was bright, and the streets were full of cars and people going about their day. And none of them had any idea of what had just happened.

But whathadjust happened? I blinked a few times and pulled out my sunglasses as I headed back to my apartment, which was a twenty-minute walk away. I took a few more deep, calming breaths, and as I did, I felt my skin prickle. My skin. I felt more aware of my skin, my body, than I ever had. Over time, I think I’d learned to disconnect my mental state from my physical state. Yet in that office, it was like I could feel everything. The air as it entered my lungs, Ryan’s pulse as he touched my body—even the little hairs on my arms as they prickled and responded to the slightest shift of pressure.

How sad. I frowned.

I guess I'd needed this help more than I'd realized.

Once back at my apartment, I headed straight to my bedroom and opened one of my boxes, the one that contained my underwear. Embarrassing but true: that short session had left me soaked.Was I really that inexperienced?I changed into a fresh pair of white silk panties. My thoughts drifted where they shouldn’t…back to Ryan. I felt a heaviness in my belly as I stood there and looked at my bed.

I sighed.

Well, Reese, you’ve always been an A student. I closed the drapes and climbed into bed to do my homework.

I lay under the coverlet and closed my eyes. I hadn’t done this in a while, but I could tell my body was ready for it. I ran my fingers down to my sex and then along the outside of my panties. The white silk was already starting to soak through, and I felt very…sensitive. I found myself thinking about Ryan. Those hands. That day at the library. Those eyes. That fucking sex-godhair. How he’d grabbed me and dragged me to the restroom outside Dr. Lerner’s office. Yeah— that was fucking hot.

I tugged on my panties, causing the fabric to tighten around my clit. The pressure felt amazing, and I started to move my hips back and forth, creating a satisfying rhythm.

See, Reese, you aren’t a sexless freak. You know what you enjoy.As I said this to myself, I could feel myself flush, which made me immediately admonish myself.Goddammit, why am I blushing? I’m alone here, and I’m thirty years old, for Christ's sake.

I furrowed my brow and tried to concentrate on the sensation down below. Pulling my panties tighter, I rocked my hips, all the while thinking of Ryan. I remembered how he’d run his hands over my tits in his office. It had probably been the single most erotic moment of my life, sitting back with my eyes closed as he'd slowly caressed them.

I squeezed my thighs together, further intensifying the pressure on that sweet nub. Moving my hips faster, I felt my breath started to quicken. I tried slowing it with the even, steady breaths that I’d used in the office, but that only served to speed up the orgasm that was now barreling toward me at a breakneck rate. I only had to wait a moment more, and then I wasthere.

My sex exploded as waves of pleasure pulsed through me, spreading relief all the way down to my toes. I fell back against the bed, trying to recover my breath as my brain tumbled its way through a fog. I was sweaty and hot, and my panties were, once again, soaked through. I blinked a few times before giving up and closing my eyes.Shit.That was probably the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

And I had Ryan Andrews to thank.

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This cross-country move was turning out to be much more than just a means to an end. It was actually a blessing in disguise. I was thankful to have my new job as a distraction to fill the time between my appointments. My job at Heaven Sent was kicking into high gear, now that I was into my second week. No more introductions. It was time to get some work done.

I sat at my desk, silently cursing the mountains of paperwork that I’d managed to accumulate in such a short time. I was normally quite the neat-freak, and the disarray was bothering me.

“Hey, Natalie!” Paulina stood at my door, poking her head into my office. I’d met her briefly the day before; she was the PR manager, my counterpart. A petite bundle of Vietnamese energy, she was exactly how I’d pictured Heaven Sent employees: gorgeous. “What’s up? How’s week two?”

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