*This is the first erotic story I've ever written (2005) Not police related :(
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Studying in this small community college was starting to get really old, really fast. I expected to be preparing for a fun and exciting career as a massage therapist. Where was I? Kneeling in front of a lifeless mannequin, staring at me with its plastic eyes; waiting for my lips to breathe artificial life into its unresponsive and unfeeling body.
Resume writing in the morning, CPR in the afternoon. Two of the dullest classes ever to be listed on the schedule. The person making my lesson plan must have been having a really bad day and felt like passing it on. I came to school to learn my field. I want to massage someone. Particularly Reed.
Reed was the sexiest guy I'd ever seen. The first time I met him, I knew I wanted the gorgeous admissions rep. Cropped light brown hair flecked with premature gray strands, piercing blue eyes that seemed to penetrate me whenever we had the chance to pass in the hall. He had a large physique about 210 lbs I guessed but was by no means fat. He was solid and strong, broad in all the right places.
I'd heard that he was involved with someone and I really didn't care. If only Reed knew how hot I was for him. How much I wanted to taste him. If only he were here in front of me instead of this lifeless doll. Reed, lying on the floor, naked, with his cock, hard and throbbing, waiting for me to put my wet lips on his huge...
"Lisa! The man is dying, do something," my instructor's voice penetrated my fantasy bringing me back to reality. Sighing, I inhaled deeply, ready to give my first rescue breath when there was a light knock and the classroom door opened. Who walks in? Reed! My heart jumped to my throat at the sight of him and I could feel my pussy start to damped. He was so fucking hot. He glanced at me kneeling on the floor before speaking quietly to the instructor.
I looked toward Kayla, the first friend I'd made since starting classes. She winked at me knowingly. I told her how much I wanted to fuck him. I looked back to Reed. His expression was unreadable as he stole quick looks at me, while listening to the teacher. He watched as I got up from the floor to sit back at my desk.
"Lisa," he said, catching my attention. His voice was so deep and powerful. "I need to speak to you for a minute." I nodded and walked up to him. He was such a magnetic force. I couldn't stand it. I followed him out into the hallway and as I was closing the door behind me, Kayla mouthed the words, "make your move." I smiled but deep down, I was nervous. Reed didn't look like he was in the mood for games.
As I followed him down the hall, I couldn't help but admire the rear view. I wanted to reach out and touch his firm ass. Unexpectedly, he stopped and turned to face me. I smacked right into him and as I did, I caught a scent of his sexy cologne. Reed grabbed my shoulders and held me at arms length, a thoughtful look on his face.
"You needed to see me?" I asked to cover up my embarrassment. He released me and cleared his throat.
"I need to speak to you privately." This was a very serious Reed. "In here." He led me into an empty massage room and locked the door behind him. The dim light did little to illuminate the tiny room. There we stood, a massage table between us. I could feel the sexual electricity pouring off of him. He seemed to be pissed. That much was obvious. With me? Why? Unless... Oh shit. I thought to myself.
Reed sighed and shook his head as if coming to a decision. He looked straight into my eyes. "I've heard something and I need it cleared up right now."