Whip's Whisper

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Jen's POV

The way he choked me made me question everything. Its like I felt every single thing he wanted to do to me at that very moment and it was hot. He didn't speak to me the whole ride though.
When we got home, he slipped into the shower without a word while I dressed in my robe and cleansed my face. Afterwards, I went downstairs passing his slightly ajar bedroom door. I stopped and me being curious, I decided to peek a little. I held my breath and placed an eye through the crack as Tristan removed his towel to dry his hair. I slid down the door crouching to stare at his dick. It was wrong sure but the size was just so fascinating. He had bits of hair trailing down from his belly button kinda like low grass and it all led to his thang. It wasn't even hard and it still slung towards his thighs. On which farm did he grow that thing?
I began to imagine feeling him inside of me and started trailing my fingers down my body. I bit my lip and sighed softly stopping. I then stood up and went on my merry business. I needed to snap out of it like now.
I poured us some drinks. It was late and Tristan would be leaving pretty soon. He came to the living room, his face hard and mean.
"Tristan are you still upset? It wasn't that serious", I told him handing him the bourbon then drinking mine down. His chest heaved and I saw it. I glanced down at his bulge and folded my legs, moving my eyes back up. "It's just a joke."
"Just a joke? You being in danger is just a joke?" He asked raising his voice then as he stared at me and began to shake his head.
"Im sorry Tris", I said pouring myself another bourbon and drinking it. He rolled his eyes at me then proceeded to drink his own. My heart pounded out of my chest. I watched as he lied back in the chaise and tilted his head back, taking that chance to steal stares at his body. Everything about him was hot. Maybe it was the liquor talking now.
I got up and stood by the wall, closing my eyes as I began to fantasize again. D'Angelo Untitled lightly played in the background, making it harder to resist Tristan. My eyes opened when I felt a presence pass by and I saw that it was Tristan placing his glass on the counter. He smiled at me and I fluttered.
"What?" I asked and he shook his head. He slowly approached, standing in front of me and grabbing both of my hands. I felt my legs begin to tremble as he placed them onto his chest, trailing them down his hard abs.
"What are you doing?" I asked him and he just continued trailing my hand up and down his body. The liquor permitted my brain and body to allow this.
I softly breathed through my mouth as my hand felt soft hair. I didn't look down but I knew just how far he was trying to get me to go. Would I let him? Should I?
I looked into his face then watched as he licked his lips, wishing that he would just kiss me already. His face slowly began to inch closer then I sensed him kiss my neck and my legs felt as if they were about to buckle beneath me. His soft lips made me tingle.
"Hmm", A sigh escaped my lips. I wanted to pull him closer but fought the thought. As his hands trailed up my thigh, I snapped back into reality. He is my student! I quickly pushed him away from my body. I was confused as shit.
"You–you need to go", I said, my voice shaky. I cant say that I wasn't just enjoying him but it couldn't continue.
Tristan seemed disappointed as he walked away. I shut my eyes reliving the previous moment, touching my lips and sighing. This boy was tearing me apart.

Tristan returned to me, placing a kiss on my cheek then chuckled. Whats so funny? I wanted to asked him but he was already grabbing the door handle. I didn't want him to go. Please stay I wish I could say but I couldn't. I sighed, going upstairs and slipping into the warm bath. The water did nothing except make me hornier.
"Tristan, Tristan", I said softly to myself staring up at the ceiling. I sighed again and closed my eyes, trailing my fingers up and down my stomach.

Finally, I groaned staring up at the ceiling. It wasn't the same.

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