Chapter 3. My teacher?

She was in a kind of trance; everything that was happening wasn't right. It was wrong; having a complete stranger between her legs was not decent at all.

What kind of woman was she?

However, seeing that huge, muscular man leaning toward her vagina drove her crazy. She didn't think it was wrong; when he touched her bare legs, she thought it was heaven. So much so that she spontaneously lay her body down on the desk.

She opened her legs without really knowing what she was letting him do, and that's when she felt something very wet and quite warm brush against her pussy, causing her to try to close her legs.

"No!" she heard him say, causing her to raise her head, and when she did, she realized that the man's black hair was the only thing she could see between her legs.

"What are you doing?"

But she received no answer. Instead, her pussy was hit with a strong suction that made her lean back, arch her body, and open her legs. Livia opened her eyes as she held onto the edge of the desk.

"My God, what are you doing to me?

Her lips part, she frowns, and she grips the edge of the table tightly. Her thighs tense as she feels the man playing with her sex.

"You have to stop," she begs between gasps.

"I don't think so..."

She could hear those words causing her body temperature to rise rapidly. Livia bites her lips just as she feels a small prick in her pussy. It hurt, but she didn't object.

Her legs were spread a little wider, and all she could hear was the sound of that man's tongue.

This was completely insane!

Everything she was doing was very wrong. She wanted to be a novice. How could she allow a man to touch her like that?

She opened her eyes again when she felt a tingling sensation in her lower belly. She quickly put her hand there when she realized that the tingling was getting more intense.

"This... I..." she moaned eagerly.

She clings to the edge of the table with all her might as the intensity of the tingling intensifies.

"Ahhhhh!" she gasps, her legs tensing so much that the dark-haired man lifts them both onto his shoulders. "Please, please," she moans like a little girl.

She frowns as her pussy is devoured, that man licking, sucking, and even biting her vaginal lips so hard, yet so delicately, that she feels like she's on a roller coaster.

When she can't take it anymore, Livia decides to surrender to the tingling sensation bubbling in her vagina.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"

Her pelvis rose slightly, and suddenly a hand pressed down on her, forcing her back onto the desk. At that moment, she experienced an incredible pleasure that she had never imagined feeling in her life.

Dante savors the sweetness of that small, delicious pussy and becomes intoxicated by it, but he doesn't leave it for a moment. Livia was delicious because of that pussy. In fact, her whole body was pleasurable, even though he hadn't devoured her properly yet.

With two of his fingers, he opened the vaginal lips of her pussy so he could see the pink, throbbing interior of her sex.

"Fuck," he murmurs as he looks at how pink it is inside.

He licked his lips and then ran his tongue over that tiny hole. He heard Livia moan and even jump after the contact of his tongue, which made him let out a wicked laugh.

He grabs Livia by her lower ass, bringing her a little closer to his mouth, and sucks eagerly. It was as if he were kissing lips, but these were vaginal. He sticks his tongue into that slit and pulls it out again.

"Please, stop," she gasps as she opens her legs a little wider.

Dante obeys as he sits up, positioning himself over her and noticing her flushed cheeks, which make him smile a little.

"Don't you want more?" Dante places one hand on the desk to support his body, while with the other he takes a strand of Livia's hair. "Exhausted?"

"I can't keep going," she gasps, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath.

"But we're just getting started." Those crystal blue eyes looked at him with fear, and that confused him a little, yet he felt so captivated by them. "Don't you want me to continue?"

Livia quickly shook her head. Now that she was beginning to come to her senses, she realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Why do you want me to stop? Didn't you like it?" Dante's hand slid from the strand of hair to the mound of her breast, which he held from the base.

"Ahh!" Livia gasped uncontrollably, but she placed her hand over the daring black-haired man's. "Please don't continue," she begged in a voice so full of innocence that Dante's barriers collapsed.

He withdrew his hand to place it like the other, but remained in the same position, above her, staring intently into her eyes.

"I stopped, Livia," the young blonde swallows hard, not knowing what to do next. "What do you want to do?" She blinks several times as she feels her heart beating frantically.

"Leave..." She can only manage that one word, and the truth is that it was somewhat forced.

Without saying another word, Dante sat up and helped her sit up, but she quickly stood up and got dressed while he watched her.

"Livia..."

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Wait." He grabs her arm, but she quickly breaks free and runs out of the room.

Dante doesn't follow her because he knows he'll find a way to see her again. He touches his lips with his fingertips, remembering what he had experienced with that girl.

"Damn, I'm really screwed."

[...]

She walks sadly down the hallway, thinking about what she had done to that guy. Livia feels terribly guilty. She presses her lips together as she grabs her backpack.

Without realizing it, the young woman bumps into a student and when she looks up, she sees a handsome young man she thinks she has seen before.

"Hey! You're Pamela's cousin.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a friend of your cousin's," the young man lies. Pamela made him swear not to tell her cousin about their relationship. "Why are you coming down this hallway? Don't you know they don't teach classes there?"

"What?!" she asks, stunned.

"Didn't you know? Most people use it for other things. What were you doing there?"

She realized that the boy was asking too many questions, and if he found out what she had done with that young man, she would be in serious trouble.

"I got lost. I thought they also taught classes on that side of the university."

"Oh?" Ray frowns. "It seems your cousin hasn't told you much about how things work at this institution.

Just as they were talking, Dante came out of the area where the classrooms were closed. The dark-haired boy looked into the distance and immediately frowned when he saw Livia talking to Ray.

He clenches his jaw because he doesn't like her talking to that guy. Ray is known for being a womanizer who likes to have fun with new girls. And Livia is one of those girls.

He walked determinedly toward them to interrupt whatever they were talking about. He didn't give a damn what they might say about him.

"Oh! Brennar, I finally found you. Do you have a moment?" The dark-haired boy is interrupted, feeling powerless to interrupt the other two.

"Sure..." he replied without taking his eyes off the boys.

On the other hand, Livia listened to that boy while she wanted to run away from that place. Apparently, he was famous for all the atrocities they committed; it seemed that there was no law in that part of the institution.

And now that she thought about it, that man had seen him smoking a cigarette. Such things should not be allowed in an institution. However, that was nothing compared to what he did to him.

Livia shook those thoughts from her head as she looked over her shoulder to see the entrance to the non-functional wing of the university. But that was a big mistake, because when she looked back, she noticed that man behind her talking to someone.

He was looking at her, even though he was talking to someone else, and he was staring at her, which made Livia's heart beat faster. She quickly looked back ahead without even listening to what the young man was saying to her.

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

"But..." Ray watched as the girl ran away and was puzzled.

Dante, seeing her walk away from Ray, felt a little relieved, but he still planned to keep an eye on that boy. He was very dangerous.

[...]

"Livia, I've been looking for you for hours. Where the hell were you?" The blonde looks up to see Pamela.

"I was looking for my classroom. But I got lost."

"Did you skip class?!"

"It wasn't my fault."

"Then why do you look so guilty? What happened?"

She wanted to tell someone what had happened, but she was too afraid of what Pamela might say about it. What if she dared to tell her aunt and uncle, or even her parents? What would her parents think of her?

She didn't even want to imagine the scandal.

"It's nothing," she said, looking down as she remembered what had happened. Everything he had done to her was still engraved on her skin.

"Are you sure? You seem upset."

"I'm fine, nothing's wrong."

"Okay," Pamela replied, raising her hands when she noticed his bad mood. "I was looking for you because my classes are over. I wanted to know if we're leaving together or if you have another class.

"I'll have to take public transportation. From what I remember of my schedule, I have a class tonight."

"Where's your schedule?"

She bites the inside of her lip, not quite sure of anything, but suspecting she left it with that stranger.

"I lost it."

"It'll be difficult to get a new one. They're very strict here."

"I know."

"Well, then I won't wait for you. See you at home."

She nods as she smiles at her cousin and watches her leave. If her parents weren't so stubborn, she would be taking classes at the convent right now, and everything that happened a few hours ago could have been avoided.

Now she had to constantly deal with those disturbing thoughts and that gray gaze she couldn't get out of her head.

[…]

When she finally found the classroom, Livia felt calm, but not comfortable. Mainly because that feeling of itching in her vagina was still there. When she walked, she felt her pussy lips tightening.

The blonde took a seat, noticing that the classroom was a little empty. If she had known that, she would have skipped the class. On the other hand, missing algebra classes was a complicated matter.

Livia pretended to take out her laptop to start the class while praying to heaven that the teacher wouldn't show up.

"Good evening, young people," but upon hearing that greeting, her eyes widened.

She slowly looked up, and that's when her lips parted slightly. It was him! The man who made her... Livia blinked and licked her lips, forgetting to take out her laptop and everything else.

She only had eyes for that man standing in the middle of the stage.

"My name is Dante Brennar, and I will be your algebra teacher this year."

"My teacher?" she murmurs with her mouth open.

Dante introduces himself without taking his eyes off Livia, who had sat in the seats at the top, but he could see her clearly. That look of amazement was impressive.