“You’d be a good teacher,” Poe says warmly as we all get up.
She’s wearing a tight, long-sleeved top with a deeply scooped neck and a short plaid skirt which hits mid-thigh, and when she smooths it down over her legs, I can practically hear the shared mental groan between Auden, Becket, and me. She is all curves tonight, with that low neckline and short skirt, and my c**k gives a lazy stir behind my zipper. I f****d her in the library earlier when it was just the two of us, her hand twisted in my hair and me stabbing into her as hard as I could, but I’m ready for more again, I’m ready for more right the hell now. Especially knowing that there’s nothing underneath that little skirt of hers but soft skin and pink places.
Auden and Becket are clearly aware of the same thing, because Beck
