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Still, that didn’t explain why I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties.

He just stared for a beat, frozen in place, his eyes running down my bare legs then up again.

“We need to set some ground rules. You can’t dress like that around this house. And you need new uniforms. Ones that actually fit you.”

“I don’t have anything, and I haven’t had time to shop.”

His eyes were on my chest. My nipples were sensitive and prominent and often showed through my clothes, but his gaze on them made them tighten up and point right at him.

I squeezed my thighs together. Of course he noticed.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion.

The shirt was very thin, and he stared for a while. “Are you out of underwear, as well?”

I was so turned on that I thought I might do something drastic. My hands went to the hem of my shirt. “Wanna see?” I teased him, knowing he’d turn me down.

He was breathing hard, staring and staring. His hands were twitching like he wanted to grab something, either me or his dick, I figured.

“I’ll order you some things.” He paused, then reached for his wallet. He took out a credit card, placing it on the counter. “Use that for whatever you need. I mean it. Just shop online. It shouldn’t take you that long.”

I eyed the credit card, feeling uncomfortable. I didn’t want his money, but could hardly turn the offer down. I was destitute. “You keep offering me money but refuse to fuck me. You’re a strange man, Mr. North.”

He let out a half choked laugh. “And you are incorrigible. Go put on some underwear or I’ll start lecturing you until you’re sick of the sound of my voice.”

I shuddered in pleasure and he noticed with narrowed eyes. “I love your lecturing voice. I’ve recorded some of your classroom lectures to masturbate too.”

He pointed to the stairs, his nostrils flaring. “You don’t know when to stop.”

“When your big dick isn’t pointing straight at me, I might take your rejections more seriously,” was my parting shot.

CHAPTER FIVE

CARTER

I made her tell me all of her clothing and shoe sizes before she left for work and spent the afternoon buying her more appropriate clothing instead of grading assignments or working on my fast approaching writing deadline.

I even went to the school website and bought her new school uniforms in the right sizes.

I figured I had to buy her some sexy little Mary Jane shoes to go with the uniform.

I knew I was obsessing when I caught myself buying her a fifth pair of shoes. They’d gotten progressively less useful as I shopped. Where would she even wear that? I asked myself, even as I clicked to buy a pair of fuck-me stilettos.

My phone dinged a text at me. It was just a picture at first, quickly followed by some infuriating words.

In case you deleted the picture

The picture in question was the one my mystery virgin had sent before. The one that showed her naked tits and bare pussy.

I would not respond. My fingers were twitching to, but I would not. I wanted badly to ask her for one with her touching herself, but I would not.

That was small consolation as I found myself, phone in hand, picture on screen, cock out, furiously beating off at my desk.

Looking at her, I came so fast it would have been embarrassing if anyone was there with me. And worse, I had the urge to send her a pic of my still spurting dick when it was over. No sanity in sight even after I came. This was lunacy.

The worst of it all was that I was almost completely convinced my mystery texts were coming from my new housemate.

I made an unaccountably unpleasant but necessary decision. This was getting out of hand.