Oh? You think it was a one-time thing? I guess that it could be. It could be that you just needed to get it out of your system. Then you can go back to church on Sunday and back to class on Monday and pretend to be the good little freshman that everyone thinks you are, right? Get right back to your honor society and your responsible drinking.

Do I sound like I’m making fun of you? Huh. Maybe I am. Perhaps I’m even provoking you a little. But you already know all about provocation, don’t you?

You’re not saying anything. You were full of denials just a second ago, but now, you’re so quiet. Your face is flushed, you know? And now you’re biting your lip, looking away. You want to hear this, don’t you? But there’s still that part of you that's telling you that Good Girls aren’t like that. Isn’t there?

There you were, head down on top of a book, arms splayed out limply. The pen in your hand had fallen out and rolled to the edge of the table. You were completely out. There’s no way to fake that slow breathing or total relaxation. Even then I wondered: Was she really that tired or did she take something?

I never saw myself as the sort of person who would enjoy this sort of thing, but I can’t lie to you: I was more turned on then that I had ever been in my life. I love you. I love your body. Just thinking about how you respond to my touch is enough to make me rock hard in a moment.

I was still nervous though. What if this wasn’t what you wanted? What if you woke up during? What if someone walked in? But my fears were easily washed away by the sight of you there, vulnerable. I guess I’m more of a predator than I thought.

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