A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 16

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Morgan's P.O.V:

My toes curl at the question, at the look in her eyes and at the way she kept that firm grip on my hand.
Without warning I lean in, earning a quiet groan in response.
I don't wait another moment before pulling my hand from hers and placing it against her face,
"Oh I'll show you exactly what it's like to be with a woman."

A tight squeeze alerted me from the daydream.

Alyssa stared with a curious, yet slightly anxious look in her eyes.

I swallow thickly and try to ignore the warmth pooling in my stomach.

"I'm sorry if that's a personal question," She stumbles all of a sudden, "It's just..." She pulls her hand away to rub her neck, leaving the sentence unfinished.

"No, no, it's not like that." I assure her, the image from before not leaving my mind, "You don't need to be embarrassed."

She scoffs, "Embarrassed? I'm not embarrassed." Her attempt at convincing me failed miserably as soon as the hurried words left her mouth.

A smirk plays on my lips, "Look, liking pussy isn't something to be ashamed of ok?"

She releases a sort of shocked noise, almost like a yelp, as she snaps her head towards me.

Her mouth hangs open as though in preparation to speak, but nothing except silence emerges.

"That's... that's inappropriate." She finally says, little more than a squeak.

"But true, yes?"

Blush rises to her cheeks and she crosses her arms, "I'm... I'm not sure."

I tilt my head,
how I'd love to climb atop her and make her certain.

Almost gasping at the surprise of my own thoughts, I discard the idea quickly.

I ponder over what to say next, trying desperately to calm myself down.

But the look of her lips, the glitter in her eyes, the way her hands moved... I shuffle in my seat nervously and open my mouth.

"Being with a woman," I say slowly, locking eyes with her, "is the most beautiful thing in the world." The glitter in her eyes shines brighter and she bites her lip.

"It's something you can't describe— until you've experienced it." She holds my stare and remains quiet, as though she were absorbing my words.

"And," I add dramatically, "the sex is so, so much better."

"Morgan!" She cries, the blush returning to her cheeks immediately.

Her hands move to cover her eyes and I chuckle at the sight.

"It's the truth." I say with a shrug and she peeks through her fingers.

"To be fair..." She murmurs, "I never..." She pauses before her hands drop into her lap.

"Never what?" I ask, sort of already knowing the answer.

"I never... orgasmed," she whispers the word like it was a curse, "in any of my relationships."

My shock was visible, "When was the last time you...?" My words trail off but the question was clear.

She stares at me, debating whether to respond.

"I probably shouldn't be talking about this with my student." She admits after a while, chewing on her lip.

"You probably shouldn't have offered my alcohol either but you did anyways." I remind her with a grin.

She sighs deeply, "Yeah, I suppose that's true."

I lean in, "So...?"

She mumbles something under her breath.

"What was that?"

She mumbles slightly louder.

I roll my eyes, "Louder."

She looks into my eyes as she says, "A year."

I struggle to keep my scream down. A year?

"A year?" I exclaim in disbelief.

She doesn't answer, "A year?" I repeat with wide eyes, "How, for the love of god, have you gone a year without any sort of release?"

"I haven't been in a relationship." She defends, as though that meant anything.

"You act as if masturbation isn't a thing." I say and she crinkles her nose as if that was simply the most absurd suggestion ever.

"I... I've never thought to." She grabs at her nape and coughs inwardly.

"You should." I say simply and she furrows her brow.

"You're telling your teacher to masturbate?"

I shrug, "Maybe you'll be less tense all the time."

Her eyes narrow and she inhales sharply, "I am not tense."

Her cranky face was less intimidating and more attractive, I realise, the heat in my stomach re-emerging.

Something ticks to my left and I look over the couch, to find a small digital clock on the counter.

Squinting, I read 10pm.

"Do you mind if I go have a shower?" I ask randomly, standing up from the couch.

I needed a moment to relax and to think before I did something stupid.

She frowns, "Uh, sure— first door to your left." She points down the hallway.

I salute her sarcastically, "Thank you ma'am."

Her lips press together, her thighs doing the same.

"No worries."

I can't hide my frown as I observe her movements, but choose to refrain from mentioning anything.

I turn and walk in the direction she said, and arrive in the bathroom.

In the corner was a shower separated from the rest of the room with a glass screen, the silver shower head as new and sparkling as the rest of the room.

Admittedly it was far nicer than I expected from the old place- it must've had renovations.

I drop my clothes to the floor and step into the warmth of the water.

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