I took that to be an invitation for at least one more time. There were many next times, but I found that she liked it best when there was the danger o... being caught involved. She would blow me driving down the street, she would blow me on the side of the road, she would fuck me in the back yard, in a movie theater or wherever the mood would strike.She once sat on top of me on Daytona Beach in the middle of the day. I felt her reach down and pull my cock free and then sit on it, taking me up to. “What?” “Is there something wrong with my legs?” “Eh? No, why?” I felt my face go hot and red. Even without doing anything, I had transgressed the tutor student barrier – just by looking. Emily’s question, delivered with apparent indignation was replaced by a look of playful coquettishness. For a moment I sighed with relief. But it was the briefest moment, until she parted her knees and stroked one thigh, simultaneously flashing a delicious expanse of inner thigh and a white gusset. I knew I. As much as I put on a ‘completely whole’ image, I’ve only recently started feeling truly safe with letting some of my insecurities show.“Pencils down. Would either of you like to see some of the class’s work?”“Yes please.” Sweetheart, I’m curious to see how those girls from yesterday drew the second pose.I’m more curious to see the one guy’s rendering of that. So?They got most of it correct.Most?Yeah, they put their own heads where mine should be.Funny, the guy did something like that too.. It was a reality that needed no words. We both knew it was unquestionable. Her warm breath swept across my blushing face... staring into those trusted, reassuring mahogany eyes I so valued. My fingertip scrupulously traced her pouty lips. I held my breath... she halted hers as well. Almost there... so damn close. It was crippling us both... we had to seal ourselves together. It had to happen."Cindi." I breathlessly whispered."My Kristen. My true love." she replied in a tone matching mine.Her.