His Indecent Lessons 2 (7 page)

Damien Reed. Why was I still even thinking about that guy? It was obvious we didn't want the same thing. He was just being . . . Well, to be honest, I wasn't sure what he was being, but I was starting to feel like he wasn't good for me.

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I wasn't sure exactly why I sent Damien Reed that video of Chase and I having sex. Maybe I wanted to see how he would react. The guy was so cool and put together that nothing ever seemed to faze him. This would probably be no different.

Perhaps I wanted to show him that I wasn't an innocent virgin anymore. He said he didn't sleep with virgins or girls who were in relationships. Now, neither of those things applied to me.

Don't get me wrong. I did feel a bit guilty after I sent the video, sick to my stomach, even. I knew Damien wouldn't show it to anyone else, but still, it somehow felt vindictive to do it, and like a breach of Chase's trust. He hadn't asked me if I planned to show it to anyone, but surely he had to assume that at least Tanya would see it.

I sent the video on Thursday night, and on Friday, I was surprised when I did get a reaction from Damien Reed. Maybe I was over thinking things, over analyzing his expression, but I was almost certain that every time he looked at me during Art Appreciation class, he seemed disapproving. His brown eyes were darker somehow, his serious expression laced with discontent. It served him right for denying me, I thought proudly. He was nothing to me anyway. Nothing but my teacher, our relationship, strictly platonic.

I went to his house on Saturday, curious about what he'd have to say about the video, but half hoping he wouldn't say anything at all. That would be one awkward conversation I didn't want to have, even if I had set myself up for it.

He greeted me with the same professional poise as always, opening the door for me to step inside. Instead of taking me to the classroom, Damien led me into his living room and sat me down in front of his humongous big-screen TV. Fear welled up inside of me that we were going to discuss the video, but I swallowed it, realizing this had probably been unavoidable.

“You seem like you had a rather productive week,” he said.

“I did,” I admitted, feeling my body tense in nervousness.

“Well, we're not going to do anything too strenuous today. Since you crossed a pretty big sexual threshold over the week, I thought you might benefit from a bit of video instruction. The video I'm about to show you will go over a broad range of sexual positions that you and your boyfriend can experiment with whenever you're together next.”

“He's not my boyfriend,” I pointed out quickly, though I wasn't sure why it mattered. Part of me wanted Damien to ask questions, to be curious, but he seemed not to care.

“Well, this will be educational for you anyways. I still have a stack of tests to grade, so I'm going to put this on for you and then go into my study. If you get thirsty, the kitchen is just around the corner. I'll come out before the video is over, and we can discuss any questions you might have.”

I nodded, a bit disappointed. The pervert in me hoped for another hands-on lesson. Even though I had slept with Chase, I didn't feel obligated to be exclusive with him. It was selfish, but I wanted to savor my time with Damien for a while longer before I quit my lessons and became an item with Chase.

Damien clicked on the remote to start the video and then left the room. I settled onto the couch and watched the screen as the first image displayed. What I saw caused a flurry of emotions I hadn't been prepared for. Instead of the couple in the video being a random pair of porno stars, it was Damien Reed with some blonde girl. My stomach twisted into green snakes of jealousy, and my entire body heated up with unmerited rage.

That son of a bitch. How could he do this to me? He knew. He knows I like him. And now he's making me watch him have sex with someone else.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably as the first scene began. They were doing it missionary style. The girl, whoever she was, had the most blissful expression on her face. Who wouldn't under Damien Reed?

I hated her. I hated the both of them, but I couldn't force myself to stop watching. If I left, my lessons with Damien would be over in a very final way. I didn't want that, but I didn't think I could sit through an entire hour of emotional torture watching him fuck other women either.

Desperately, I tried to focus on something else. Looking away from the TV didn't help much though, because I could still hear their moans. Well, I could still hear her moans. Damien was as silent as a grave, but the woman sounded like she was getting the best fucking ever.

My eyes went back to the screen, and I tried to concentrate only on Damien. It was the first time I had ever seen him fully naked. His body was every bit as fit as I had imagined, though a bit more hairy. He manscaped; that was obvious. But there was still a fine smattering of dark hair on his chest and stomach. I usually didn't like hairy men, but it looked good on him.