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» Twenty-Seven

Brie has decided that she no longer wants to be a writer or creator on this book anymore, so I will be writing the remainder of this story on my own. Luckily there are only 3 chapters left including this one. I'm so upset at the moment. I don't mind finishing this book on my own, but the way that Brie left this was so messed. I put so much effort into this, I'm the one who spends hours editing it and trying to make both our ideas and writing styles match so it's consistent, making sure her grammar and what she's written works, and she messages me this morning saying, "you can finish the book i'm done". i wish i could tell you guys the whole story but i don't want to bring negativity onto here anymore and i'm just so mad at the whole situation right now.

I picked up the warm cardboard cup which sat on the desk in front of me, taking a sip of the hot coffee, I began to read through the UCLA handbook online. Every single rule and regulation that you could find was available when you downloaded the PDF from their website, and I was trying to find if there was anything about teacher and student having sexual or romantic relations with each other.
I had been scrolling through the handbook for a solid ten minutes, and all that I had come across was regulation about if you are being sexually harassed by a teacher or student. I also checked under the 'Types of Misconduct' section, and it only states subjects about academic dishonesty, such as: cheating on tests, fabrication, plagiarism, forgery and the list goes on.

The closest thing they described to Wilmer and I's situation was on Disorderly Behaviour. Even then, they didn't really say much about it just "Engaging in disorderly or lewd conduct", which would be if we did have sex on public grounds such as Wilmer's office, but they didn't have any proof to say that we actually did that. I was right, and everyone knew that I loved being right.

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"I was right, there's nothing in the rules and regulations about relationships between students and teachers being prohibited." I told Wilmer, placing my handbag on his dining table as he made his way to the bottom of the staircase shorts and a white tank top. The man had sweat dripping from his skin as he had obviously just been to the gym.

He looked conflicted while taking in the information that I had given him. "Surely there's something about it, they wouldn't risk a lawsuit."

"There's not." I shook my head, "Why don't you want this to work out in our favour? Every time I bring it up, you come up with some kind of excuse for them."

"I just don't want to make this any worse for us..." Wilmer trailed off, approaching me before resting his hands on my hips, his lips pressing against my neck as I pushed him away dramatically while screwing up my nose.

"You smell."

A smirk came upon his face, "A shower will fix that."

"Go on then." I shrugged, seeming un-bothered by what he was insinuating.

"Join me?"

I chuckled while biting my lip, his hand slipping into mind as he lead me upstairs and into his en-suite.

The water bounced off of Wilmer's muscles, the mist and steam making the shower screen foggy. At the sight of him all wet and gleaming, I chewed on my lower lip as a blush grew among my cheeks as I turned to face away from him. His hands slid around my waist, resting against my lower stomach. Wilmer's wide chest was pressed up against my back as I lent my head back, resting it against his shoulder as he trailed his hands up my torso before cupping my breasts.

I could have stayed in this position forever, acting as if nothing in the world was wrong and everything would be fine. As much as I knew it wasn't true, I wasn't going to take this moment for granted as for all I know, this could be one of our last.

Wilmer picked up the blue lufer from a hook in the shower before squirting his coconut scented body was over it, the one that I had left here months ago after finding that he only had a basic soap. I flinched at the contact of the cold product to my back, but soon warmed up to it as suds formed along my body, dripping down my legs as I turned to face him. The man ran the lufer over my stomach, lightly touching my breasts before rinsing the soap remnants away.

"Shouldn't I be the one washing you?" I asked, insinuating to the reason that we were showering in the first place. Wilmer knelt down against the shower floor and positioned himself in front of me, trailing the lufer up my legs before giving them a nudge. I took the hint and parted my thighs as I felt his lips come in contact with my centre.

"Maybe, but I like touching you." Wilmer said before running his fingers through my folds, I ran my tongue along my bottom lip before pressing down on it with my teeth, throwing my head back as I felt his tongue flick against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I sucked in a sharp breath to suppress a moan, before he pulled away to bring himself back up to my level. I stuck my bottom lip out dramatically as he had a devious smirk among his face. My back slammed against the wall tiles as his lips attacked mine, our soft moans echoing in the small space as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I bit down on his bottom lip playfully as we made out.

"This is teasing, and I know you're up for more..." I winked, referencing to his hard member which was resting against my inner thigh. The older man became a deep shade of red before pressing his lips back against mine for a moment before positioning himself and lowering me onto his length.

Moans and screams filled the room, my nails digging into his wet back as we connected in the most intimate way possible. I wanted to change positions, but shower sex was very limited in that department.

"I'm so close..." Wilmer groaned, sinking his teeth into the crook of my neck before sucking, surely leaving a mark to show for later.

"Do it..." I trailed off nervously, I had never been much of a dirty talker. Wilmer pulled back to look at me with a smirk on his face and a playful look in his eyes.

"Do what?"

I rolled my eyes, soon letting out a moan as he took me by surprise and thrusted hard into me. "Do it, you know..." I lowered my head in embarrassment.

"Hmm?" He lifted my chin with his finger, stopping out movements for a moment, "You want me to come inside of you?" I blushed at the confronting use of words, simply nodding my head as he let out a chuckle, "You're so cute, hermosa."

Our bodies shook as we held onto each other for dear life, being cautious of the slippery floor beneath us as we finished what we started.

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LET ME TELL YOU omg i hate saying the word clit idk so i googled other words to use and YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE RESULTS! I'm deceased omfg i created a thread on twitter @greedyvxto