I was in a coffee shop, drinking a mocha and reading a book, I dont remember which book, but I got it at the bookstore next door and it had that smell...that all old books had. It seemed cool. I was wearing a hat, always a hat, and a long, loose sweater. I knitted my own for the pure sake of hiding my.. condition. I always called it a mutation, my mother must have had it as well, or caught a new flu that pasted it on to me during pregnancy, a rare cat flu that only infected some, but was never. 'But I can fix that later.' You think to yourself as you quickly cleanup.You make your way to her car. She is sitting on the driver seat, lookinglike she is about to leave. the car window is open and she is smoking acigarette "You really need to masturbate less, little Ricki, it wouldhelp you be more attentive to your partners needs." She looks at youlike you were a little child.'Damn.. she is right. But I haven't been able to since I got here.' Youhonestly respond and feel like a little child. It was more about displaying my dominance over my attractive teacher than having sex. I also often slapped and pinched her firm ass, and Carmen simply accepted the new chemistry between us. We fucked each other mercilessly and tirelessly all the time. As told it all started off discreetly, we would only have sex around the house when we were alone. We fucked in various places, and various positions. I fucked Carmen in the pool and in my parents bed. I took my teacher from behind on the kitchen. I always find it a bit more thrilling, unexpected and a tad dangerous.”Rachael shook her head and frowned at me. She stood, picked up her plate and glass and carried them to the sink. Had I misunderstood her?“Rachael?”Leaning back against the counter, she gave me a firm look. “That wasn’t what I meant. You know what I mean.”“I really don’t,” I assured her.“What ‘type’ of sex? As in oral or ... you know.”“Ahhh. All is clear. Sorry. I really didn’t understand. It depends on the situation. Of the.