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Theodore stood in the middle of his room staring down at his phone. He had replied to Mihara’s message on impulse but he was way out of his depth with this one. Inexperienced and horny with a seasoned minx on his case was a recipe for disaster, and he knew he was going to come undone. It’s not that he didn’t want Mihara to know just how inept he was, he just didn’t know now to express all his desires properly. And was worried he would do something wrong.
Looking around his room as if to find the answer sitting somewhere nicely on display and ready to help him, he turned up nothing. Releasing a short exhale, Theodore sat down on his bed – phone still in hand. He had very much enjoyed the little tease that Mihara had given him in the classroom that day, and it was reassuring to him that she wanted to see him again, like that. There was a part of him that had been worried he’d done something to upset her as she stopped her ministries so quickly.
Remembering her command, he grabbed the base of his shirt and pulled it up over his head – flinging it off to one side. Next his hands moved to his belt, but he paused with it half undone. “Wait why am I undoing my belt? She only said shirt!” Quickly refastening it, he stopped again. His poor naive mind working ten to the dozen. “Maybe if I undo the belt it’ll let her know that I’m happy for more...” But he shook his head, deciding that was far too forward.
Returning to his bed with belt done up, Theodore ran a hand through his hair to loosen up a bit.
“Oh shit! Unlock the door!” He sprung up and raced to the door and quickly unlocked it before running back to the bed. Jumping onto it from halfway across the room, getting comfortable and adjusting the pillows before another nervous thought sprung into the forefront of his mind.
“Wait how is this going to work? Is she going to hop on top of me, or lie down next to me? Is she going to even get on the bed at all?”
Poor Theodore’s mind was in a tizzy. The usually unflappable teen was well and truly rattled now. Completely out of his comfort zone and no point of reference to compare this situation too.
Breathing deeply a few times as the time ticked on, it felt like she was taking forever to arrive. “Maybe it’s a prank. What if she’s just coming to laugh at how gullible I am lying here with my shirt off?”
Self doubt swarmed Theodore from all sides. Each and every lie his father had told him about women came flooding back. His parents had divorced when he was young, and his father fought tooth and nail for full custody. Truly a man scored, the sporting superstar, coach, and owner of a major league soccer club, had belittled Theodores mother at any chance he got. It had been years since the young man had seen her and any positive memories that still remained were hazy at best. Hearing day in, day out, that women are succubus’s that bleed men dry of anything good they have to offer sure can take its toll. But having spent the past six months living on campus and away from the domineering control of his only parental figure had shown Theodore that women weren’t all bad. Yes, in the beginning the way they would throw themselves at him unashamedly did concur with his father’s teaching, but so many happy couples couldn’t be wrong. And besides, he was going to end up with RSI of the right wrist if he didn’t come out of his shell soon.
Scowling at the negative thought, Theodore almost didn’t notice the soft knock at the door. Jumping when it sounded again, his heart threatened to break through his ribs.
“Come in,” he said in his deliciously deep monotone voice. Shocking himself that he’d managed to speak without stumbling over his words.
Opening the door, Mihara let herself in. Glancing at Theodore on the bed shirtless, she turned around to close the door and let a smile break loose on her face. Even if the poor soul was lying there looking like he was about to have a doctor’s examination. This entire situation was everything. How in the hell had she been lucky enough to be the girl this god amongst men decided to let in?
This wasn’t the first time Mihara had made this request of a guy, and most had made sure to arrange themselves seductively on the bed. Either propped up on one side or lounging back with their arms above their head with a coy smile. But dear, innocent Theodore just looked like a petrified board of wood. Lying as stiffly as a dead fish, afraid to move.
“Good,” Thought Mihara. “I can teach this one from the ground up.”
Spinning back towards the target of her affections, Mihara stared him down. “You did so well in this afternoon’s class I thought you deserved some private tutoring,” she said, in an authoritative voice.
Slinking slowly towards Theodore, she let her hips swing wildly as she moved and noted with pleasure that his eyes travelled down her body.
“Shall we commence with roll call?” She asked coyly as she neared the side of the bed. One eyebrow raised in question.
“Yes Miss,” Theodore replied. Still trying desperately to keep it together, he overcompensated to ensure his voice remained steady. The side effect; an insanely low and sensual tone that was too much for Mihara to bear.
First placing one knee on the edge of the mattress, she elegantly stretched out the other until she was straddling her underclassman. “Theodore O’Hare, are you present?” She asked, running a finger down the centre of his well-built torso.
“Yes Miss,” he said again, just as deeply as before. His eyes trained on her face; a light blush flushing his cheeks.
Smirking, Mihara pawed her hands up his chest and leaned in. Her lips ghosting his cheek as she drifted past it to his ear. “Is anyone else present?” She purred provocatively whilst taking her right hand and running its fingers up the inside of his thigh and brushing lightly over the bulge that was starting to make an appearance.
Theodore gulped audibly and shifted slightly. The term mind over matter had never held so much weight.
“Theodore,” Mihara breathed into his ear, her lips brushing the outer rim. “I asked if anyone else was present.”
This was surely a dream. No father son bonding sessions had ever taken place, and discussions about sex were well and truly off the table. So apart from the brief exchange with Dillon a few days prior, anything Theodore had learnt about situations such as these had come from the internet.
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