dings and it is him!

"Yes, expecting someone else?"

I laugh right out loud like a crazy girl and ask him to wait just a few minutes.  Then I dash to my bathroom and run a brush through my knots.  A little concealer, bronzer and mascara and I'm ready.

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Michael is leaning against the door frame when I finally get down there.  He looks amazing, as usual.  Jeans, another long-sleeved tee and of course my favorite leather bracelets on his wrists.  He is smiling, but he also raises an eyebrow at me.

"Do you honestly think this is a good idea?"

I bite my lip and feel a flush creep up over my cheeks.  "I don't know," I admit.  I try to think what you say to a man when you want to invite them into your house for sex.  "Um...do you want a drink?"

Michael laughs and steps inside and I close the door behind him.

"No, I don't want a drink and neither do you.  You are underage and I, am your teacher."

My spirits sink.  He's going to fucking lecture me now.  I feel like a total dipshit.  He's not going to risk his career over some loser like me.  He has Ava after all.  And if he doesn't want her, he could have his pick of any grown woman in the world.  I hug my arms to my middle and want to disappear.

"Can we sit?"  He's looking at me and he looks tired.  Like he's had a really bad day.  Which makes two of us.

"Sure."  I start to lead him into the great room, but then I pause.  The rec room would be a better choice.  I might feel more comfortable in the same room I'd take any guy that came over.

Michael follows me down the stairs and looks around.  "Wow.  You have an amazing house."

We sit on the big comfy overstuffed couch in front of the TV.

"Thanks.  My step dad designed it.  That's what he does for a living."  I put my arm on the back of the couch and run my fingers through my hair.  I read in Cosmo once that stuff like that drives men wild and lets them know you want more.

"Missed you at school today."  Michael is sitting closer to me than he did at his place.  Close enough to touch me if he wanted to.  "But I did read your paper.  You got an A+."  His lips curled into a tiny smirk.  "What were you thinking, writing a paper like that for your teacher?  Highly inappropriate, Taryn."

My breath catches in my throat, because while his words are scolding, his tone and his eyes are not.  "I was thinking...that maybe you would like it."

"I did like it."  He reaches out and pulls my arm down, holding my hand in his gingerly.  He turns my hand over and runs his thumb over my palm, tracing little circles.  "Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten an A.  And otherwise...I wouldn't be here right now."

OH. MY. GOD.  This is going to happen.  This is really fucking going to happen and suddenly I'm not sure I can do it.  This isn't just flirting anymore, this is real.  This is a grown man, my teacher, telling me he wants to be my first.

I must look as scared as I feel because he drops my hand and rubs his chin.  He's got the tiniest bit of stubble there and I long to feel it against my neck.  Michael looks away from me and purses his lips slightly before bringing his eyes back to mine.

"Are you sure, Taryn?  That this is what you want?  You don't have to, you know.  I mean, we can stop this right here, right now.  You just say the word."

Crap nuggets.  I don't want to say the word.  Yes, I'm scared shitless, but how can I say no to this gorgeous man?  Even though every single brain cell I possess is screaming at me that this is not right, all my other cells are naked and drooling already.

I boldly take his hand between my own two and look into his beautiful eyes.

"Yes, it's what I want.  It's what I've wanted since the first time I saw you.  Please don't say we can't do it."

Michael scoots over to me and puts his hand behind my neck, tilting my head back.  I can't breathe as he lowers his lips to mine, grazing them softly at first, then coming back, harder, hungrier.  I return the kiss, stretching my leg out so that it's across his lap.  I can feel him against my thigh, hard and ready.  He feels really big.

Michael breaks the kiss and nuzzles my neck for a moment.  I close my eyes, delighting in the feel of his stubby chin.

He looks at me again, his face just inches from mine.  "I've had my eye on you since the beginning too.  The prettiest girl in class."

I laugh softly.  "You couldn't even remember my name at first!"

Michael smiles and nods.  "Hey, I'm not great with names.  But I know your name now."  His lips go to my ear, nibbling on my lobe before coming back to my face.  "Sounds like Karen but with a T."  He kisses me again and pushes me gently down on the couch, so that I'm lying on my back.  He settles himself between my legs and I wrap my thighs around his narrow waist.

We kiss for the longest time, him moving slowly against me until I'm inches away from coming.  And we don't even have our clothes off yet!

Michael sits up, staring down at me like he wants to eat me for dinner.  In one fluid motion he pulls his shirt over his head and I stare at his perfect body, running my hands up his chest and then down again to his rock-hard abs.

He grins down at me and undoes his jeans.  Standing up he slides them down but leaves his tight boxers on.  I can't stop staring at the very large bulge that's straining the material.  He climbs back

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