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something like religion or abortion, so chose sex before marriage. Already her mind worked, trying to decide exactly where she stood on the subject.
    She'd fucked Eric, but that was a mistake because she had nothing to show for it, just the loss of her virginity. The sex wasn’t even good. He may have been a big college football hero, but he had a thin dick that left little to be desired. What would it feel like to be with a real man?
     

Chapter Three
     
    As class ended, Sam said goodbye leaving Kaya alone. She was glad to have a nice girl to sit beside each day. While gathering her supplies she focused her attention on the teacher below. He cleaned the blackboard down with a chalk brush and then put on his blazer. When his eyes met hers, her body jolted into awareness and she did a quick visual sweep of the room. Only a handful of students remained. Her breathing picked up as he made his way towards her.
    She picked up her pace, shoving everything into her oversized jean book bag before standing and adjusting her shirt hem.
    “Ms…?”
    “Kaya Waters.”
    “You finding everything okay?”
    “Yes, sir.” She wanted desperately to chat with him like a normal person. Even flirt a little. But she felt intimidated by him, and her annoying shyness overpowered, masking the real her.
    “Have you decided on a topic yet?” He sat on the edge of her desk and got comfortable. No chance of running off now. It would appear rude.
    Her mind puzzled at his words until she realized he spoke of the upcoming assignment. “I was thinking of the…the sex one.” Her voice stuttered and she knew her cheeks grew pink from embarrassment. Could he see into her private thoughts? The sexually explicit fantasies she'd already created starring him?
    “Interesting. I’m anxious to hear your opinions on the matter.”
    He stared her down, unblinking. She froze under his intense scrutiny, not sure what to do or say or feel. His attention felt intimate, made her feel more special than all his other students. God, she wanted him.
    “Thanks,” she muttered. Kaya adjusted her bag further on her shoulder, hoping to signal her need to leave. How long could she hold her breath?
    In a sudden burst, making her jump back, he stood and clapped his hands loudly. “Great. See you tomorrow.” Then he trotted down the stairs, snatched up his bag and exited out his private door without a backward glance. He was just being nice. The guy was a great teacher and the students loved him for a reason. Her inappropriate feelings for him only clouded her judgment. Mr. Taylor wasn’t interested in her intimately. He only wanted to welcome her, make her feel comfortable. Kaya sighed and made her way to the main entrance to meet Cynthia.
    “So how’s your first day going?” Cynthia wrapped her arm around Kaya’s shoulder and slumped against her as they walked away from the university towards the downtown strip. The sun shone bright and a warm breeze blew down the narrow street, making it a pleasure to be outside. Her mind continued to whirl from her confrontation with Mr. Taylor.
    “Pretty good.”
    “Which classes did you have?”
    “Economics and philosophy.”
    “Ugh. Heavy weights. Which teachers?”
    “Um…” She couldn’t for the life of her remember the name of her first teacher. As for the second, it was carved into her brain. “One of them was Taylor.”
    “Oh my God. You’re so lucky! He’s the funniest teacher. Totally cool.”
    “Seems that way.” She wanted to pick Cynthia’s brain to see what she knew about him. First name, age, marital status, history. If he wasn’t married, would she want to put the moves on him? Would she even be able to with her annoying shyness? The guy wasn’t classic good-looking, but Kaya had a unique taste. Specific features and personality changed the way a person looked in her opinion. But he was a lot older and unavailable being her teacher. If anything, she should view him as a father figure, not a