“For a quality piece of writing, you always want to direct your readers. Lead them to where you want them to be.”
Fuck.
I know that’s a bit of a reach…but I swear I see that little smirk Ethan made between my legs. Making me cum. That’s enough to make me shiver in my seat. But he doesn’t mean anything about us, he’s giving an English lecture for class.
“Too many distractions in writing prevent the climax, which destroys the purpose of all play in the writing,” Ethan continues and I have a hard time focusing on what he’s saying.
I know climax is a funny little word we hear in English, and now I just can’t un-hear his words or the way that they make my skin remember his mouth on me.
“All writing must climax. You build to it with delicate touches. Forceful touches. Give them what they need, and make it impossible for them to not come with you,” Ethan lectures. His voice is so smooth that I almost feel his lips as much as I hear their words.
I mean every damned word he's saying is more than just about the extra words he’s discussing.
“…Strong nouns can work harder than you expect if you conjure the right things in your audience’s imagination…”
Yeah.
I can’t focus on anything he’s saying for the value to my writing. He’s giving solid advice, and I’m trying to write it down. But Ethan is making my body burn for him.
Ugh, Delia did tell me what I wanted to hear. I change my mind about listening, thinking I’m doing the right thing, and that registrar just blows me off. So now I’m blowing off my good sense.
I start taking notes again. I’m antsy but I know that I’m waiting for Ethan after class and I can pay at least an ounce of attention.
The lecture continues to be both insightful, and just as loaded. I swear, from Ethan’s lips flows a delectable strain of poison that makes me turn to jelly just listening to him.
When the lecture is over, it's a real credit to the interesting quality of his advice that for a few seconds, I’m disappointed.
Then, I’m tingly. I know that I’m going to see Ethan, up close. I pack up my notes and I walk down, waiting for the throng of people with actual questions or hopes to get into Ethan’s trousers.
That cock is mine.
Yeah, that’s a hell of a thought for a little virgin girl like myself, but I look at my peers and think, no. I’m going to ride that cock and get it out of my system and be done with all this stress.
Or will I be done with it? There’s a nagging thought in my mind and I’m pushing it away.
Ethan and I are alone again. The air gets hotter. My mouth runs dry.
“Emmaline,” Ethan says.
His voice saying my name makes me shut my eyes for a second and breathe in that feeling. When I open my eyes, I see him looking at me with such intensity that my pussy is weeping in my thong.
“Can we meet to talk, somewhere outside of school?” I ask, my eyes regarding his office with a knowing little wink.
“Why?” Ethan says, drawing closer to me, his voice deepening.
“Do you want the answer to that, or do you want me?” I say, breathless. My nipples are rock hard, pressing harshly against my shirt. I try to breathe and I’m so caught up in Ethan I'm dizzy.
“Come to my house,” Ethan says. He leans close to me, tucking my hair behind my ear. He whispers his address to me. He pulls back and looks at me. “This evening.”
Emmaline
The low thrum of excitement builds inside me, and I feel like I could float right now — I’m so high. I might start skipping back to my dorm room.
My phone buzzes. Mom.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Honeeeeey!” My mom trills. “I’m in the city, surprise!”