Victoria Caldwell wasn't expecting for her world to turn upside down after signing up for Mr. Brando's class. He seemed like the average professor, the only thing standing out being his good looks. After a heated affair arises between student & teac...
The next day, all I wanted to do was please Mr. Brando. I cooked him a large breakfast with eggs, toast, pancakes, fruits, bacon, english muffins and more. My nerves were killing me that morning, I wanted it to go perfectly.
Sitting in the one chair in my whole apartment, I sat and waited for him to wake up. With his boxers in my hand, I pressed it against my face to smell his scent. There twinge between my legs remembering that exactly smell and taste.
I dropped the boxers once I saw him stir in his sleep. Finally, he awoke. He rested his hands behind his head as he lounged, his shirt off and the sheets covering half of his body.
"It smells good." He observed. I still sat there, only in my night robe. I nodded slowly, but happily. I couldn't believe he was actually here.
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For some strange reason, I couldn't find the words to express myself. Standing up, I slowly walked toward him laying on the mattress on my floor.
"Last night was interesting." He said nonchalantly, rubbing the sleep out of one of his eyes.
"It was great." I said over enthusiastically. He gave me a certain look, a judgmental one. "Well, uh, I cooked you breakfast, just in case you're hungry."
"I'm not." He declined, but that was something I wouldn't accept. Not after I put my heart and soul into that breakfast.
"I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just cooked everything in the fridge." I proclaimed, clasping my hands in front of me.
"I really don't have to eat." He said as he sat up in the bed. Still, I wasn't getting the message.
"...And I didn't know what you like to drink so I ran to the deli down the street and got you orange juice but if you prefer milk that's okay too." I quickly began telling him. He stood up from the bed and held up his hand defensively.
My cheeks got warm as I looked down at his naked body. His toned chest, his tensed abs, his large—
"I'm honored. But I really do think I should be going." Marlon said quietly.
"Alright, Mr. Brando. If you insist." I smiled an embarrassed smile. He nodded and walked past me, then began putting on his clothes that he discarded the night before.
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