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crush, little more than a childhood infatuation, on Nikki, but Jesus. He’d jerked off while fantasizing about her plenty of times in the three months since the semester had started, but this was the first time that he’d come without even using his hand. And the dream had been so damn real.  
    He looked at the clock. It was almost time to get up, anyway. With a sigh of resignation, he left the warm comfort of the bed and padded to the bathroom, making sure he didn’t drip cum all over the floor.  
    As he made himself some scrambled eggs, he reflected on the empty house around him. His parents were in Africa on a humanitarian mission, and he had no brothers and sisters. He knew that some people would think his parents were awful for leaving him alone like this, and that he must feel lonely all the time, but neither was true. He was eighteen going on nineteen, and while he loved his parents, as a young man it was nice to have the house to himself while they were busy helping people who needed it. His parents had taught him to be independent, and he looked upon it as one of his strengths. He also enjoyed his solitude, and when he felt the need for companionship he would go hang out with the few real friends he had.
    He had never intended his penchant for solitude to preclude him from developing a love life, however. Unlike people like Jerry, who had girls swarming over him all the time, Mark had never been popular, and the few girls he’d ever been remotely close to were friends by mutual tacit agreement, and not potential lovers. He admitted to himself that he was envious of his friends and acquaintances who had experienced so much as teen puppy love, or managed to steal a kiss. The only kisses he’d ever received from a girl — or woman — had been the ones given in his fantasies and dreams and from his mother and grandparents, which obviously didn’t count.  
    Shoving those thoughts aside, he grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, locking it behind him. School was about a mile and a half away, and while he occasionally took the bus, he usually preferred to walk. Being a senior, he could’ve driven, but he didn’t see the sense in burning gas over such a trivial distance unless the weather was abysmal.
    By the time he’d reached the school grounds, he was afraid that’s exactly what it was going to be. The blue sky that had greeted him when he’d left the house was rapidly being consumed by slate gray clouds. He shrugged to himself. He had an umbrella, and the last time he’d checked, the only person who’d ever melted from being doused with water was the Wicked Witch of the West.  
    He walked through the parking lot on what had become a very specific course, for a very specific reason. Not long after the semester had begun, he’d seen Nikki pulling into one of the spots reserved for teachers. She drove a 1974 Chevy Monte Carlo with a maroon paint job and white Landau top. She kept it in immaculate condition, and it was an absolute beast of a car amidst the more typical compacts, and even the larger SUVs. He’d watched her maneuver it, and couldn’t help but be impressed as she backed it into her parking spot as quickly and effortlessly as if it were no more bulky than a Smart Car. Walking on the elevated concrete sidewalk, he passed the maroon leviathan every morning, then again every afternoon when he left. He knew he was just being ridiculous, but it made him feel a bit closer to her somehow.
    This morning as he made his walk-by, his normal casual look at the car almost led to him falling off the sidewalk. There, in the back seat, was a hardback copy of the Encyclopedia of Sex , atop which lay a pair of black lace panties.  
    “Holy shit,” he breathed as he somehow managed to keep his balance. He was going to have a far more difficult time concentrating in Nikki’s class today than he normally did.

CHAPTER FOUR

    Nikki sat at her desk during her free hour during the last period of the