Chapter 10: Confessions

Every time my phone rang, my heart would leap into my throat. It was ridiculous to act like that because of a man I didn't even know but for some mysterious reason, he'd caught my attention and I wasn't letting him go any time soon.

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‎When it turned out it wasn't him on the other end of the line, I found myself entertaining the idea that he had been lying when he said he was going to call again tonight. Maybe he only said it to keep me happy, or he hadn't known what else to say.

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‎Although he'd seemed interested. Interested enough to ask for my real name...I wouldn't count him out quite yet. The night wasn't over.

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‎It took another two phone calls before his name finally flashed on my screen.

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‎Almost immediately my stomach twisted with excitement and an ache started to form between my legs. I was nervous but in a good way. It reminded me the very first time I had phone sex with a client. When I managed to calm my self down, I answered the phone, trying to sound as casual as possible.

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‎"Hey, you." Did that sound okay? I hoped so

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‎"Hey," he greeted back with a tiny wobble in his voice. Maybe he felt the same way as I did. "How've you been?"

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‎ I blinked. Did he really just ask that? I was taken back. None of my clients had ever asked me that before. Not that I was complaining. It was nice being treated like an actual human being instead of just a way to get off.

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‎"I'm great," I answered completely honest. "What about you?"

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‎"Much better now," he replied and I bit the corner of my lip to stop the goofy smile threatening to appear. "I have to say, I've been thinking about to appear. "I have to say, I've been thinking about you all damn day. Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk around with a near-constant boner?"

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‎I was gushing down below already. Squeezing my thighs shut at the image he's provided me, I responded with a breathless, "Can't say I have, but I know what it's like walking around with a fountain in your panties all day long."

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‎His laugh was dark, a promise of what was about to come. "A fountain? Sounds like someone's been thinking naughty thoughts."

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‎"More than one, actually."

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‎"Mm," he hummed in approval. There was a ruffling in the background as if he was getting comfortable. "Tell me one of them."

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‎There was so many to choose from, but one in particular stood out. "Okay," I licked my lips. "But you can't laugh, okay?"

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‎"I wouldn't dare," I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Right." Here I went. "So...it's a student-teacher fantasy."

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‎ "Ah," he responded understandingly.

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‎"Yeah, so, you're the teacher and I'm the student." Christ I couldn't believe I was actually saying this. I felt stupid and embarrassed. It was so much easier talking about other peoples fantasies than my own. "I have detention and it's only you and me in the classroom. You're looking over the school work and since you're distracted, I decide to you know."

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‎"Say it." It was a order. There was definitely an increase of breathing and I smiled when I realised that this was getting him just as hot as it got me.

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‎"I play with my pussy." I scrapped my teeth along my bottom lip. "I slip my hand down my panties and find my clít. I pinch it and rub it and hold back my moans because I don't want you hearing." Without realising, my eyes have fallen shut and my hands start wandering down my body, acting out my fantasy. I was already wet, but I knew that anyway. What surprised me was just how wet I was. I could feel it on my thighs and making my sheets damp. "Fuck," he drew the word out. "You think you're being quiet but you're not, Princess. And your pussy is so fucking wet I can smell it from my desk."

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‎"God," I choked on the word. "I don't care that you know. I'm too close; I don't even care if you see." I wasn't lying; I was getting close to the finishing line but I wasn't ready to cross it yet. So I leave my clit alone for the moment and pushed two fingers into myself; they slid in easily. "In fact, I move further down the chair and spread my legs so you can see what I'm doing."

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‎Both of us are worked up; I could hear him working his dick hard in the background. He growled dangerously. "I know exactly what you want, Princess. I come over to you, throw the table out of my way and sink to my knees. You're so fucking wet I can see everything through your white panties. It's clinging to your slit and your poor swollen clit."

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‎"Ahh" 

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‎"My whole mouth slots over your creaming cunt and I suck the sweet juices from your panties."