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the nearby lamp.  He was all angles and muscles, and even though he was older, he was still gorgeous.  Maybe it was because he was older.
    He just wasn’t built like most of the boys at school.  Those children looked like little girls, next to his powerfully built form.  His shoulders were so broad, his waist was so thick.  Everything about him was massive.  And I loved it.  I loved the feeling of being utterly dwarfed and overpowered by him.  My heart gave a flutter as I had a fleeting thought of him pushing me down on the bed, forcing me, taking me whether I asked for it or not.  Whether I wanted it or not.
    Of course, I did want it.  But that imagery sent another throb through my pussy.  The sheer power of this man was unbelievably arousing.
    He held out a hand to me, and I took it.  He pulled me up, and slapped my firmly on the bottom.  “Naughty girls need to get cleaned up.  Go take a shower.”
    “Yes, sir,” I said quietly, and padded off silently to the bathroom.  I noticed that, around him, I did everything much more quietly.  I was so demure around him, unsure of myself.  I felt so different.  I felt like this was my true self.
    At school, I exuded an air of confidence.  I had to, or I would be eaten alive by my own schoolmates.  But deep down, I knew that confidence was feigned.  I was just as unsure and uncertain of myself as anyone else in that system.  Maybe even more so.  I felt like I had so much to live up to, to my teachers and my parents both.  And I knew it was because of my older sister.  She was a genius, she got straight A’s throughout her entire school career, was the team captain on the lacrosse team, and ended up with an academic scholarship to an Ivy League university.
    I, on the other hand, was a girl firmly wedged in the realm of mediocrity.  My grades were decent, but not great.  I was on the cheerleading squad, not an actual sports team like my parents wanted.  As if cheerleading wasn’t a sport.  I wasn’t as pretty or as smart as her.  I felt like my sister’s shadow, most of the time.
    Since she’d left for college, I’d blossomed somewhat, but her influence was far-reaching.  She still phoned home, and my parents talked about her quite a bit, even in her absence.
    I shook my head, wondering why my thoughts had chosen to meander to that corner of my psyche, as I turned on the unfamiliar shower.  Water sluiced cleanly over me, washing away the sweat and saliva and semen.  I suddenly tensed, realizing what he’d done to me.  He’d come inside me.  And I wasn’t on the pill.
    I finished my shower quickly, and wrapped myself in a towel before dashing out into the bedroom.  Mr. Hendricks was lying on the bed.  “I’m not on the pill,” I said breathlessly, knowing that he would know what I meant.
    He stood, and my legs grew weak at the knees again.  Damn him for being able to do this to me!  I was worried, yet I still wanted him to jump on me and ravage me, and take me with as much force as he could muster.  Which I was certain was a lot.
    “It’s quite all right,” he said smoothly.  “I’ve got that taken care of on my side.”
    I nodded mutely.  He must have had that operation I’d vaguely heard about in Health class.  A vasectomy, I think it was called.  That worry melted away, but others rose to take its place.
    Now that I’d had a few minutes to calm down, I realized the gravity of my situation.  I’d had sex with this man.  And I wanted more.  I knew deep down that people would think it was wrong, though.  That he was taking advantage of me, my youth, my innocence, my willingness to please.  But they were wrong.
    As first, I was planning on using him , to get back at Maddie.  But I should have known better.  I should have known from the first moment that I conceived of this plan that he was not a man to be used in such a manner.  And now he had me, thoroughly and completely.  I needed him.
    And it was amazing how