He turned and walked away.Lynn gasped, “shit”, while she extracted herself from on top of my body.From that point forward, we made sure the door w...s closed. As winter began to ebb and our thoughts began to look forward towards the summer, Lynn began to make innuendos about her breast size.Being politically correct, I started by saying that they looked fine to me. This was ok when the question was sporadic, but as February turned into March, she was mentioning it on an almost daily basis. So I. "Hey, Peter." He said as we avoided looking at each other. "I don't know what your church is like but around here, unmarried couples don't do a whole lot of public affection. Know what I'm saying?" So I should chill a bit on Maria? Yeah, I get you." I sighed. "She's just so ... hot." Eh! That my sister!" Sorry!" I washed my hands. "But, listen, just so you know. My intentions toward Maria are totally honorable." Honorable like what?"I shrugged. "Like I don't believe in playing games or long. My door is open, so you come right in and make your way over to my desk. I am finishing up some grading so I don't notice it's you until I feel you put your arms around me. We kiss. It's sexy and sweet, but quick. You rub my shoulders while I finish, and when I get up to put things away, you sit down on the desk and cross your legs. When I sit back down I notice you're wearing a skirt, and your legs look, as always, incredibly sexy. I still have a few things to do, but your legs are distracting. “The more I thought about yesterday and everything that happened, the more unreal it seemed. I had almost convinced myself that it hadn’t happened at all, that maybe I had dreamed the whole thing. One giant, freaky head trip, you know?” “So what do you think now?” “You’re the one who can read my fucking mind, you tell me,” Kristel retorted, her face accusing. “You asked me not too, so I’m not. Why are you angry?” “Because I’m scared of you and that makes me nervous and afraid and angry. I.