My cock was now rock hard. I finished lunch and went back to my room. I was on my bed the thoughts of Shaila and Mrs. Ahuja on my mind my cock rock ...ard making a tent in my shorts. I was just contemplating of going to the shower and wanking off when Mrs. Ahuja came into my room carrying some pastry. I did not hear her coming and I was trying to adjust my cock just as she came to stand by my bed. She looked at me and asked me if I wanted a pastry. I was blushing and managed to shake my. Everything but anchovies!”“Sounds good to me. Leave off the broccoli, though.”“Ick!”Meg padded barefoot into the kitchen, made the call, and then came back into the office.“Do you have a hair dryer, Jack?”“In the drawer next to the sink in your bathroom.”“Aha! Have a girlfriend who sleeps over?”“Nope, no girlfriend. Just for whomever.”“Oh, of course! A girlfriend wouldn’t be in the guest room anyway.”“Go get pretty ... prettier ... Meggie. See you when you get back.”“Aye-aye, Sergeant. I usually am by myself, and the company would be wonderful. So that’s it then, tomorrow you can eat lunch with me.’ ‘It would be an honor and a pleasure to lunch with you, Miss Elisabeth. I will see you tomorrow.’ That’s how it all started. They would eat lunch and talk. As a matter of fact, they were together so often, that many of Matt’s friends assumed that they were dating, and asked lots of awkward questions. But Matt was always a gentleman and would always say the same thing, ‘Not till. We could work on our geometry..." That's a possibility," she whispered."Or ... Physics? Biology? Sex Ed?" That would be ... nice..." She lifted up just a little, and put her rosy nipple just out of reach of my lips. I tried using my tongue to coax her lower, but she stayed tantalizingly out of my range. As she teased me she continued, "I've heard that making love is a good aerobic exercise." Really?" I tried lunging up to capture her bud with my lips, but she was too quick, sitting up just.