She would always egg me on beforehand and then there was always the dream afterwards. The voice had stopped. The dreams had stopped. And I couldn’t ...elp but think that it was because I was now in a situation that meant there was no prospect of me having sex any time soon.Because let’s face it, Vanessa and I weren’t going to be having sex. Sure, we got hot and heavy a few times and there’d been times when she’d had this look in her eye ... But we always backed off. We always went to sleep in. The door eased open and an unfamiliar face was on the other side looking inquisitively at Christine. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked. Christine stumbled for words as she was shocked and flushed, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m looking for Jasmine. Ummm, Jasmine Dunn. I am at the right place?” Christine almost turned to run away when she heard a voice come from behind the door. “Christine, wow, look at you. Welcome back,” Mr. Dunn began, “Ummm, you know Jasmine isn’t going to be here till tomorrow. These. He sat smiling down at her for a moment, then turned the lights down with the remote. She has always been beautiful, but this enhancement thing has made her even more so. He turned the lights back up so he could better see her again. Her nipples had begun to relax and he could barely see a slight indication of them pushing against the sheet. She looks younger and I've never seen her look so beautiful – or sexy.Eric turned the lights down again and was thinking about trying to ease out of bed. Spending five hours a week with another person can open a fourteen-year-old girl’s eyes to either his faults or his strengths. In my eyes, Sir Gerald had no faults.I never had crushes because the boys at school were disgusting. They told me that my tits were the only important thing about me. They explained that serving as their cum dump was an honor and should be the limit of my aspirations.Now, sitting in Sir Gerald’s living room, trying to be lady-like in my “interview dress,” I found myself.