Screw Me Over ✔️

EC: Part Three

Warning: Again, mature. Don't read it you can't handle it! Peace out!

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Tiffany:

To say that he was a strong man would be an understatement. He was surely a beast in his past life. He had to be building muscle for other reasons than just because he wanted to. His newly found stamina was something else.

After two years, I had officially seen a side of Bryce Pogue I never thought I'd see a day in my entire young life.

To the church, he was the respected sound man. The beacon of hope. The young man every church lady wanted their young daughters to marry. Would you believe that even the First Lady's snobbish daughter had eyes on this lovely sound man?

In the streets, he was the volunteer. The helping hand. The man everyone could depend on with just one phone call and he'd be there within a second.

At the college, he was the mysterious musician playing some kind of instrument around campus. The guy that would have all of the ladies drop their underwear with just a strum of his guitar. The performer every Thursday afternoon at the campus café.

Lucky enough for me, I got to experience all four sides of this man. The fourth side was for my eyes only since he was the teacher to me. A master, an expert, professional in the nastiest type of exercise. He ran through my mind like it was an event at the Olympics. He drove me insane, going round after round. My body was limp every time we finished then asks me to stay in his room.

Every night was like a class on seduction abroad and each lesson was a different country. He took me to places that I never thought I'd go before. He taught me different positions, sexual lingo, different techniques on how to turn someone on, and more. He found what lit my fire every time and found what he calls my 'G spot' and I climaxed every time.

It's like an adventure every time we have sex. He finds something new about me every single time and I can't help but swoon over him. I think about him when I'm in class, when I'm at church, while working, showering, watching TV, and especially before I go to sleep. Dreams of his soft veiny hands caressing my body. His fingertips sliding down my backside just to slip through my lace panties and grip onto my buttocks.

He takes my voice away all the time. I can't ever speak the next morning after we have sex.

He was something special.

Speaking of special, my special day was on Friday and it was the weekend of my birthday. I had already spent time with the girls that Friday evening. We went out to a nice little private restaurant and they were only allowed to invite one friend they knew.

Speaking of friends, I gradually made friends in my classes. A good friend of mine was named Natalie and we were partners on a fashion project. We worked very well together and decided to just keep in touch. Now, she's a close friend of mine and we go out from time to time. I knew I wasn't a complete bitch.

Anyway, instead of listening to what I requested, Carmon invited all of her friends (Not including that bitch Brittany. She learned her lesson with her). Jana and Jess listened to me and just invited a neighbor they grew to hang around often. Rena didn't invite anyone, but Brian came and she freaked out again. She avoided him all evening and it was ridiculous in my opinion, but it's not my place to judge.

All in all, we had a great time and everyone was in a good mood for the most part. There were great vibes, great food, fabulous drinks, and I managed to stay glamourous for the evening. Perfect evening for me. It wasn't extravagant as I would've wanted in the past, but it was so much fun. I enjoyed myself.