"I want you." My heart stops for a second. His eyes haven't moved from my breasts. I feel my breathing get quicker knowing my earlier thoughts were t...ue. I start to shake my head eyes wide. 'No I don't want this,' I think. 'He's my teacher, it's wrong!' I stare at him unable to speak for a while. "No... Sir, please no... That's wrong. I can't... You're my teacher." He drags his gaze up to my face again but I feel his hand come down on my left knee. I flinch. "No one has to know." He says.. Ok, so I wasn't Mr. Bad Assed Swordsman right off the bat. I took my practice in ones and twos, one at a time. I survived, because that is what I do, and zombies are dumb. It was almost accidental, a consequence of their instinctive groping for sustenance that led me to start taking off the grabbers first, and then go for the lop. It was hard not to become proficient with that Bad-Ass sword!I loved my kewl sword, it was genius. A real killing machine, even in my inexpert hands. Sharper than a. Instantly I became wet thinking about her going down on me. That’s when I said, ‘Honestly, I would like to try it sometime.’ I knew my face was getting red, I could feel my cheeks burning. She looked at me. She started to blush, too. We both knew my parents were at work for the next 2 hours, almost… and we both knew what was going through each other’s minds. I put down the magazine I was looking through and started looking through the lesbian one with her. As I sat close to her, looking over. And highlights." All right," Greg said, "I know I'll regret it." Oh thank you so much," she said. "I hate to ask, but could you give me a lift?" Jesus," Greg thought, "What's next? Lunch at Tasting Rooms? Or isn't that expensive enough?" Aloud, he said, "When?" Tomorrow afternoon. My hair appointment is at two o'clock," she said. "Is that all right?"Greg sighed. "Yeah," he said, "I'll get out of my afternoon meetings. How about lunch before your appointment?" Great," she said. "Where?" How.