Taylor sat at the corner of the study room, tears silently streaming down her cheeks as she tried to concentrate on the pages of her textbook. The words blurred before her eyes, lost to the overwhelming sadness that gripped her heart. She had never felt so humiliated, so utterly rejected. The breakup had crushed her spirit, leaving her questioning everything about herself.
She barely noticed when Travis entered the room. He observed her for a moment, taking in the way her shoulders shook with quiet sobs, the way her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. He had always found Taylor's sweetness captivating, but seeing her in this state stirred something deeper in him. It was an opportunity, one he wasn't going to let slip by.
"Taylor," he said softly, approaching her with a concerned look. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Taylor looked up, surprised to see him. She quickly wiped her eyes, trying to compose herself. "It's nothing," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
"It doesn't look like nothing," Travis said, sitting beside her. "You can talk to me, Taylor. I'm here to help."
His voice was warm, inviting, and despite her reluctance, Taylor felt a small sense of relief. She had always seen Travis as someone she could trust, someone who cared about her, even if it was just as a student.
"It's... my boyfriend," she admitted after a long pause. "He broke up with me."
Travis raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. "Why would he do that? You're such a sweet girl."
Taylor hesitated, feeling the sting of shame as she recalled the reason. "He said... he said I was too shy. When we tried to... to get intimate, I got scared. I couldn't go through with it, and he... he just left."
Travis's eyes darkened with a mix of sympathy and something more predatory. He saw the vulnerability in her, the self-doubt that made her ripe for manipulation. He leaned in closer, his voice taking on a gentle, understanding tone.
"That's not your fault, Taylor," he said softly. "He was just impatient. But maybe... maybe you just need someone to show you how to feel more comfortable. Someone who can teach you, so you don't feel so scared."
Taylor looked at him, confusion and curiosity mixing in her expression. "Teach me? How?"
Travis smiled, sensing her uncertainty. "You're a beautiful girl, Taylor. It's normal to feel nervous, especially if you've never done it before. But I can help you. I can show you what to do, so you'll never have to feel embarrassed or unsure again."
Taylor's heart skipped a beat. The idea was both frightening and strangely comforting. Travis was older, more experienced. If anyone could help her, it would be him... right?
"But... I don't know," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not sure if I can do it."
"You can," Travis insisted, his hand gently brushing a tear from her cheek. "And you won't be alone. I'll be with you every step of the way. It'll be our little secret, just between us."
Taylor bit her lip, still unsure. "But what would I have to do?"
Travis's smile widened slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "It's simple. I'll teach you everything you need to know, and you can practice with me. Think of it as... an extra lesson. And the only fee I ask is that you trust me."
Taylor's mind swirled with doubts and fears, but there was something persuasive in the way Travis spoke, something that made her want to believe him. He had always been kind to her, always patient. Maybe this was the answer to her problems, the way to overcome her fears and finally move on from the hurt of her breakup.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll try."
Travis's smile turned almost predatory, though he kept his tone gentle. "That's my good girl. We'll start right now, with something simple."
He shifted in his seat, undoing his belt with deliberate slowness. Taylor watched, her heart pounding in her chest as the reality of what she had agreed to began to sink in.
Travis noticed her hesitation and reached out, taking her hand in his. "Don't be scared," he said soothingly. "Just follow my lead, and you'll do fine."
She nodded, though her hands were trembling as he guided her to kneel between his legs. The position felt strange, intimidating, and she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of vulnerability.
"Start by touching it," Travis instructed, his voice firm but not unkind. "Just hold it gently, like this."
Taylor obeyed, her fingers wrapping around him with a tentative grip. It felt strange, unfamiliar, and she struggled to hide her discomfort.
"Good," Travis murmured, his hand resting on her head. "Now, I want you to lick the tip. Just a little, to get used to the taste."
Taylor hesitated, her face flushing with embarrassment. This wasn't something she had ever imagined herself doing, and the thought of it made her stomach twist in knots. But Travis's voice was calm, reassuring, and she forced herself to lean forward, her tongue barely touching him.
"Don't be shy," Travis encouraged, his grip on her head tightening slightly. "Take it in your mouth, slowly. You're doing great, Taylor."
She did as he asked, opening her mouth wider and letting him slide inside. The sensation was overwhelming, and she had to fight the urge to pull away. Her inexperience was evident in the way she moved, hesitant and unsure, but Travis was quick to correct her.
"Use your tongue more," he instructed, his tone taking on a more commanding edge. "Swirl it around, especially near the tip. And don't forget to breathe through your nose."
Taylor's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she tried to follow his directions. The taste, the feel of him in her mouth—it was all so foreign, so overwhelming. But Travis's steady voice kept her grounded, guiding her every move.
"Faster now," he urged, his breath hitching slightly as she picked up the pace. "And don't be afraid to go deeper. You need to get used to taking it all."
She struggled to comply, her eyes watering as she tried to keep up with his demands. It was difficult, more than she had expected, but she didn't want to disappoint him. She wanted to prove that she could do it, that she wasn't the shy, inexperienced girl her ex had claimed she was.
"Get ready," Travis warned, his voice thick with anticipation. "When I tell you, I want you to swallow everything. Don't waste a drop."
Taylor's heart raced as she braced herself, the tension in the room palpable. She felt him tense beneath her, his grip on her head tightening as he reached his peak. And then, with a low groan, he released, spilling into her mouth with a force that made her gag.
But she didn't pull away, didn't stop until he was finished. She swallowed as quickly as she could, trying to ignore the taste, the strange, uncomfortable sensation in her throat.
When it was over, Travis leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You did well, Taylor," he said, his voice softer now. "And that was just the first lesson. By the end of this, you'll be confident enough to handle any guy."
Taylor forced a small smile, still trying to process everything that had just happened. She had trusted Travis, and he had been kind, patient. But as she left the study room that evening, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of her mind—a small, insistent voice that wondered if she had made the right choice.
