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potential fuck. She was surrounded by gorgeous, young blood. Men who would eagerly rock her world. Then why did she continue to obsess over Mr. Taylor? When she closed her eyes, all she could see were his sultry blue eyes.
    “Hey! Cynthia!” They both turned towards the voice calling from behind them. It was the creepy guy from philosophy and two of his guy friends.
    “Hi Mike. What’s up?”
    “Who’s your friend?” he asked without apology. Kaya kicked at the dirt on the concrete sidewalk, concentrating on the cracks and fissures. Mike’s breathing came fast and heavy from the quick run.
    “She’s cute isn’t she,” teased Cynthia. Kaya wanted to strangle her friend.
    “Too cute for her own good.”
    “Well, her name’s Kaya. She rooms at my place.”
    “Really.”
    Kaya tugged down Cynthia’s sleeve and glared at her. She didn’t need Mike knowing where she lived. He may have been tall and temptingly handsome, but he was just another young stud that would use her and leave her like Eric.
    “And she’s starving to death. Time for lunch,” said Kaya, dragging Cynthia away with her.
    “Kaya. He likes you,” Cynthia whispered when they’d put distance between them and the guys.
    “I can see that. He’s in my philosophy class and he creeps me out.” Kaya brushed some curls behind her ear and peeked over her shoulder. They were following.
    “Mike? He’s harmless. Cute too.”
    “Fine, he’s cute, but he stared at me for like the whole class. It was weird.”
    “It’s just because he likes you.” Cynthia grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to stop. “Look. Are you going to diss every guy because of Eric? They’re not all Eric. How can you find a winner if you don’t give anyone a chance?”
    “Give me a break. It’s only been a couple weeks. I think I deserve some healing time. Ever heard of re-bound? Is that what you want for me?”
    Cynthia rolled her eyes in acquiescence and released her. They made their way to the coffee shop, leaving Mike and his friends standing on the sidewalk.
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    When Kaya arrived home from work she completed her assignment for philosophy even though it wasn’t due until the end of the week. Doing the essay made her feel connected to her professor, and she wanted to make him proud. She couldn’t sleep if she tried. Her body was wound up tight in eagerness of seeing Mr. Taylor again. A few times she almost asked Cynthia about him to see if she could find out any useful information, but chickened out. Cynthia wouldn’t understand her attraction to an older man. Her teacher. She didn’t understand it herself. At twenty-six she was crushing. Must be part of rebound sickness. There was no other way to explain her feelings.
    That night Kaya had a fitful sleep, her skin crawling and pussy aching. She dozed off briefly, but then decided she had to see Mr. Taylor. His image was burned into her mind—those soulful blue eyes, sexy smirk, and fit body. She took a taxi to the school, the grounds blackened with no outdoor lighting. The only light on in the school was Mr. Taylor's office. She peeked in the window and saw him hunched over his desk marking assignments. How perfect to catch him alone. She entered the school and quietly navigated the lonely halls. It felt so different at night, no crowds or deafening chatter.
    The door to his office was slightly ajar, so she crept in without knocking. She stopped dead when he wasn't at the desk he'd been sitting at.
    "You're out late, Kaya." The deep, rich voice came from behind her. How had he gotten there? She didn't turn, her feet glued in place. "I know why you're here."
    "You do?"
    "You're a bad girl, craving to be fucked by your teacher. Would you like that? To feel my cock taking away that ache between your legs?"
    She was speechless. Kaya had no idea he felt the same way, had the same dirty thoughts as her. "It's wrong..."
    "Then why did you come?"
    When she didn't answer, he laughed. He revealed a ruler. The same one