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The next day Nova stayed after class again, sitting at her desk and watching me.

I was ready for her this time. “Move along. I’m in a hurry. I have plans tonight.”

She took the bait immediately. “What plans?”

“I have a date.”

She didn’t bother to hide how much that crushed her. I could hardly stand it. “I didn’t know you were seeing anybody.”

“It’s nothing serious. I obviously just need to get laid.” I was purposely lewd and to the point. Cruelly so.

She was clearly upset but still relentless. “You can get laid at home any time you want.”

“That’s not possible. And besides, I prefer grown, experienced women. Now move along.”

I felt like an absolute wretch as I watched her walk away, her posture more dejected than I’d ever seen it.

I didn’t see her when I came home and changed. It was for the better, I told myself, but still somehow I was worried about her.

The date was a disaster. Nice enough lady, but I could barely pay attention to a word that came out of her mouth. We’d met on an app. It was a clear-cut DTF situation. We were just politely having dinner first. Before the F part. I wasn’t even looking forward to it, but I was so pent-up I knew I’d have no problem performing stud duty to this nice, age-appropriate lady.

I wondered about my little non-age-appropriate problem at home. Was she working tonight? How late? How badly had I hurt her feelings? Did she hate me now?

I had a horrible thought then. Was she so upset she’d run away? I’d have no idea where to look for her if she left.

I considered getting up and leaving right then.

“You’re hotter than your picture,” my date said, trying to draw my attention back to the present.

I smiled. “So are you,” I returned politely. It wasn’t entirely true. I’d barely noticed. I’d barely glanced at her. I was being a real asshole.

The pervasive thoughts won. “I’m so sorry,” I told my date, interrupting her mid-sentence. “I have an emergency. At home. I have to go. I’ll get the bill. Again, I’m so sorry.”

The poor woman was still trying to figure out what happened while I settled up and took off like the place was on fire.

Nova wasn’t at home and I was losing it. I didn’t even know where she worked.

I checked her room. She hadn’t taken her stuff. I sat on her bed, relieved beyond belief. I had to keep her at arm’s length, but I couldn’t bear to drive her away. She needed me, and I needed to be the one to take care of her.

I was still sitting on her bed when I got another text from my mystery virgin that confirmed everything I’d feared/fantasized about. It was just a picture, but it was enough.

It was similar to the first picture but expanded to encompass more. Also her hair was down in this one, which was a dead giveaway of her identity for me.

She’d obviously taken it in front of a large mirror, and she’d cropped the top half of her face out of the picture, but I’d know those fuck-me lips anywhere.

Her black hair fell around her naked body, falling nearly to her hips, but she made sure it didn’t cover the big, perky tits that I’d fantasized about more times than I cared to admit to.

One of her hands held the camera, but the other was busy elsewhere, and my eyes tracked it when I finally managed to tear my eyes off her oh-so fuckable breasts.

I stared at the hand barely covering her young, bald pussy and tried to scrape my jaw off the floor. I looked closer. I had to know if her fingers were inside. No. Just barely covering herself.

What the hell was I supposed to do with this?

As though the little vixen read my mind, new words appeared on the screen of my phone.

Nova: Do you know who it is now?

Do you want to be the first to fuck me, Mr. North?