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"Why not?" you answer. You wait for him to explain why he wants to meet up at the school, but he falls silent. With a shrug, you grab a donut and get ready to leave. "Let Sarah know I got her donuts and tell her that I love her," you tell your old teacher, who nods.

When you get to work, your coworkers barely acknowledge that you're back expect to pile work on your desk, which is honestly fine with you. The only one who really cared was Kylie, who you saw walk in with puffy red eyes and a dejected look on her face. That all changed when she saw you, her face brightening immediately as she smiled and waved frantically. You grin and wave back before returning to work. If you're honest, that did feel pretty good. A couple of hours later, as you're catching up on work, Kylie walks up to your desk, a wide smile on her face.

"So you're back, huh? I really missed you!" she says.

"Haha thanks," you answer. "At least that makes one of you."

Someone calls her name, sounding a bit pissed off, and she frowns. "Shoot, can't escape for one minute in this place. Let me take you to lunch today. My treat!" she says, retreating as she gets called again. Without a chance to turn her down, as you had planned on working through lunch to catch up, you consider that maybe having a break and a friendly face will help you keep up the hard work.

When lunch time rolls around, Kylie has to basically drag you away from your desk. On the drive to a local burger joint, she is chatting your ear off while you only pay half attention, nodding when appropriate as she talks about her personal life, work drama, and other things that you can't say you care too much about. It's on the drive that you notice a few things about her appearance. The first, and most obvious, is her blouse. You could have sworn that she had it buttoned up to her neck, but now she has it undone so far you can see not only her cleavage, but also part of her bra. Her makeup also seems different. Her red, puffy eyes are gone, hidden under a thick layer of freshly applied makeup. Of course, it could have just been her face. Her frown was gone, replaced by a bright, happy smile.

After sitting down with your food, Kylie looks at you. "So, enough about me? How about you? How are things with... your girl?"

"Pretty good actually! In fact..." you have been dying to tell someone about your blowjob besides your old mentor, and since you don't really have any close friends, Kylie seems like the perfect person to tell. As soon as you mention that Sarah went down on you, the smile is wiped off her face. Given her... reputation, you are a bit surprised that she would have that kind of reaction to sex talk, but you plow forward. Bu the end her smile has returned, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"I see... so what are you going to do then?" she asks.

"I think I'll take Mr. Robinson's advice and not do anything with her for a while. Keep it special, you know?" Ah, finally, she seems happy again. You have a pleasant conversation the rest of lunch, mostly talking about the work that you two of you will have coming up in the next few weeks. Then, as she goes to eat a fry, Kylie spills some of her ketchup and it lands perfectly in her chest. For a moment, your eyes are transfixed. Though her breasts don't have the perfect swell or perkiness of Sarah's, they more than make up for it with pure size. You manage to take your eyes off of them before Kylie notices, thankfully. Obviously she wouldn't be grinning like that if she had caught you staring at her chest. On the ride back to the office, she is super cheerful, almost giddy, and when you part ways, she has a smirk on her face that you can't place.

The remaining time you have at work is spent frantically finishing the work you are behind on, finishing just as your shift ends. You make your way home without incident, arriving home to find Sarah lounging on the couch, working on her laptop. Usually, you would expect to find her wearing sweats and a baggy shirt, but today you find her wearing a sundress that perfectly accentuates her curves.

Sarah rushes over to you as soon as you're inside, wrapping her arms around you and kissing you deeply. "Hey! I missed you so much! And thank you for the donuts they were so yummy!"

"You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed them," you reply.

She smiles at you and then says, with a wink, "So we have the house to ourselves for once. Want me to...." she says suggestively, begining to fall to her knees, but you stop her.

"No, no. It was amazing. More than amazing, to be frank, but I think we should slow down. Just a bit. Keep it special, you know?" It is so hard to turn down a blowjob from such a gorgeous woman, and you falter a couple of times in your speech.

Sarah looks a bit sad, but not surprised. She just nods. "Yeah... I thought you might say that..." She brightens back up quickly. "We can still cuddle though, come on!" She drags you to the couch and soon you find yourself holding her as you watch some romantic comedy. The whole time you can feel her body and the thought of the blowjob you turned down keeps your cock hard the entire movie. When it ends, she looks over at you. "Ready for bed?"

You shake your head. "I would but I promised Mr. Robinson that I would meet with him at the school in a few minutes."

"Oh." She seems more confused than anything, so you give her a quick kiss and leave, making your way to Mr. Robinson's office.

You knock on his door, and a few moments later he answers. "Ah! You're here. Just need to grade a few more papers. Take a seat." You wonder again what this is all about as he returns to his work. Then there is knocking as another person arrives at the door. "Come in!" He yells to them, and in walks Emily. She doesn't even notice you at first, as her eyes are basically glued to the floor as she walks in. Mr. Robinson finishes the last paper and claps his hands. "All done! Now, I believe you two have already met?" You nod. "Excellent. On to the business at hand. Liam, I've been giving your problem a lot of thought. Your problem is a lack of experience. That isn't surprising given that you've been with Sarah for so long, of course you don't have any. That's where young Emily comes in. She is willing to help you practice so that you don't dissapoint Sarah again."

You stare at him, jaw on the floor. "What?! No I can't cheat on Sarah like that! I love her!"

Mr. Robinson claps a hand on my shoulder. "Ah, my boy, it isn't cheating. Cheating is if there is an emotional component, or if you were doing this for your pleasure. In this istance, you're doing it for here, therefore it isn't cheating." Your mind races trying to find a counter argument, and fails. You look down at Emily, who is still staring at the floor. "Well? What are you going to do?" Mr. Robinson asks.