My bloody mobile phone just messed up my piece of quiet. Actually I always was waiting for this call. But I still answer to him like he’s nobody, like anything else could be more interesting than him.
He asking sweet with an warm voice, like he always do, what I am up to.. I feel like smiling hearing that tone of voice and I answer to him. Deep inside I am so glad to hear this voice..
He asking me if I can talk. I say yes, he’s not home. Few seconds of silence and then he’s asking if I can go over to his place for a coffee.
- I don’t even know where you live.
- not far from your place. You know I drove you home that time, so from there you can take a taxi. Take a pen and note the address. Are shocked by my invitation?
- yes, I am. But I will not refuse. Its intrigue me.
I’m in front of his door. The heart beat so fast and hard. It feels like wants to come out from my chest before he answer the door.
There is him appearing in the door way and inviting me inside.Me probably visible shacking and with a blush into my cheeks. I can reach with my eyes a table very nice arranged, with candles and a champaign.
- are you celebrating something?
- yes, we will celebrate together?
- are we? I am dying to know what.
- you will see…
Let me show you something.
And he shows me something into his computer. Something he bought and some of his recent work. We comment the subject and in our eyes watching each other I feel the same attraction as I was when he was my teacher.
I feel strange to be there in his house. I feel vulnerable and still I want to feel like that.
He smiles at me and asking:
- are you ok? are you feeling comfortable being in here?
- I feel weird, but ok. Its just one of my fantasies.
- fantasy?! You have to tell me more 
.
- I am gone tell you later but now can I abuse you toilet?
Without words he show me the bathroom.
I am closing the door and he’s waiting for me with a big smile.
- fantasy you said… my little girl
And he hug me right there, in the middle on the hall way. A very tight hug. I am all red and soft.
- I want you… Then he becomes quiet.
I can feel him hard, I can feel his breath. He kiss me, so passionately. I answer to his kisses and touches. I always dreamed of this. But suddenly he stops and kisses my forehead.
- I invited you for a coffee and what I am doing. Shame on me!
- not that was the point of the invitation? I ask.
He smiles trying to hide the answer.
- lets have something to eat.
Right! I am all turned on and he proposes to eat now. I just cant believe that! But for the sake of all of my sexual sanity I accept to play his game.
Though dinner was like a torture for me. Always doing something I shouldn’t do. Fork and knife were very unstable in my hands and looked like a fool that don’t know to proper eat.
He found that funny and I can see him amusing him self a little.
Time to open the champing.
- cheers my little artist!
- cheers! I say.
What we actually celebrate?
- that you are here.
I feel the Earth spinning with me as he comes near me, very close, putting his fingers through my hair and pull it back to kiss me on my neck., then my lips. Playing with tongue on my skin making circles.
- I want to make love to you. I want to offer you the pleasure you deserve, make you scream and beg for more. Do you agree to it?
I am lost for words, so I am giving my accept by just moving my head.
He just pick me up into his arms and he take me into his bedroom. We touch each other… To be continued
