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I sat in Roman's kitchen once more, working through a step-by-step guide he made for me on how to answer specific questions. About an hour had past and I believed to be getting the hang of it. I looked over at him and realised he had his glasses on today. He wore them yesterday but last Friday he had them off to fight and I couldn't help but wonder what his eyesight truly was like. Did he wear them because they were horrible or was it all for the 'nerd' effect?

  So many questions, Sienna.

  What? I'm interested!

  You're interested in his eye sight?

  Yeah, that sounded pretty stupid.

I bit my lip looking at one of the harder questions. Roman taught me a trick to highlight the main words in the question and I found it helped a lot. Instead of trying to wrap by brain around the difficulty worded way of them asking me to do something, just focusing in on the key words helped me understand what to do. I fiddled with my highlighter and looked back at my calculator, trying to figure out what this specific question was asking me to do.

Sometimes it came to me easily and was just a matter of focussing hard enough, other times it took longer. In reality, I hated numbers. I chose to do Statistics thinking it'd be an easy class, but I was so wrong, and I couldn't help but want to crawl into a hole every time I stepped foot into that classroom.

"Need help?" Roman offered. He was reading one of the books from Rya's sex box whilst simultaneously marking a worksheet he sent me to do last night when I got home from the hospital.

I sighed and ran my hands over my hair. "I can't do it." I complained.

"You can, you just need a bit of help." He assured and made his way over. He stood behind me, looking over my shoulder, placing a hand on the back of my chain as he leaned over. I stilled at the closeness. "I think you're getting your numbers mixed up." He explained. "Try bringing this number to here." He pointed onto the page. "And see what happens."

I applied what he said and continued working on it, feeling the pressure of him watching over my shoulder. I took a deep breath and typed the sum into my calculator. Holy shit, it worked!

I looked back at Roman, "How... How did you know to do that?" I asked.

He chuckled and shrugged, "Sometimes the first method you try isn't always the correct method. You've got to give it a trial-and-error approach sometimes. Don't be afraid to be wrong, being wrong only means you've past one hurdle to being right."

"Has anyone ever told you that you should be a motivational speaker?" I chuckled. He laughed and moved to sit back down. "What do you want to be?" I couldn't help myself from asking. In my opinion, Roman could be anything he wanted. He could work for NASA, become a top-class lawyer, even be President if he put his mind it to it. Yet, I always wondered what route he planned to go down. I knew he liked Science but that was it.

"A doctor." He admitted, "Well, mainly working in Neurosurgery." He could see I didn't understand what the hell that was and explained, "It focuses on the central nervous system, you know the brain and spinal cord."

"Damn." I blew out a breath. "Seems like a hard place to get to."

"It is." He agreed. "But I want to do it."

I felt good for him. Despite all the hate and bullying he got thrown his way at school, he was going to make something of himself, he was going to do something. I knew that Roman could change the world, as long as he could put his mind towards it. He knew that, as long as he put his mind to it. He could do anything if he put his mind to it. I found his mindset... admirable? It was something I wish I obtained.

"Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else." I said without thinking.

Roman pulled back a little and narrowed his eyes, "George Orwell." He spoke. I looked up and felt his gaze piece into mine.

"Hmm?"

"George Orwell. 1984? The thing you just said."

Fuck. "Erm, yeah."

"You've read it?" he seemed surprised.

I awkwardly coughed and shuffled in my seat. "No... No, I-I've just heard someone say the quote before."

Thankfully, he dropped it and went back to reading him book. That was close. I went back to trying to figure out the rest of the problems on the sheet, occasionally looking up to see him with furrowed brows and a tensed jaw. Something was either turning him on or perplexing him. Maybe both.

I tried to ignore it and went make to finishing the last question. What Roman said worked. Instead of trying to make one method work, I kept trying new ones until I found the correct answer. I smiled contently every time I wrote it down and even drew a little, sharp line underneath it to highlight my achievement.

Once I was finished, I place my pencil down and looked back up at him.

"Are you done?" he asked once he saw me hand back the sheet.

"Yep." I nodded. I looked at the time and realised that thirty minutes had passed. That was quick. I guess time flew by when you became so focused on something else.

Roman took the paper back and put it in a little folder of his. It was red and contained all of the worksheets and tests he gave me to complete. I wondered if he had that for other students he tutored. How many students had he tutored before me? Were they girls as well? Did he like them? Why am I so obsessed with this? Chill, Sienna, chill.

I followed his movements as he rose from his chair and placed the folder on the kitchen counter.

"D'you..." he began acting awkward. It's funny. I've seen Roman almost knock a guy out and he still got so awkward and nervous about things. It was cute. 'Cute', Sienna? You're calling him 'cute'? Would you shut it?

"D'you want to go upstairs? Erm, to my room?" he asked anxiously. I titled my head to side before he explained, "For... For the deal."

Oh shit, yeah. I completely forgot in my mini statistics worksheet victory that I had to fulfil my side of the deal. Crap, what was I going to teach him?

Sex?

No, he wasn't ready for that yet.

Another blowjob?

Maybe. Urgh, I'd figure it out.

"I mean, I don't mind the couch." I reasoned.

"My room." He repeated. "I... I-I want to ask something of you b-but we can only do it in my...my room." Okay? Like that wasn't suspicious.

Ultimately, I agreed and followed him up. I had been in Roman's room a matter of two times and each time it had been sexual. I assumed that was what this time meant also.

Why else would he want you in his room, Sienna?

I don't know! Maybe to hangout.

You guys aren't friends. Why would you hangout? People like you don't hang out with people like Roman.

I brushed those thoughts away and walked into his bedroom. Roman shut the door behind us and nervously stood in front of it.

"I-I want to do something." He finally said.

"Okay."

"To you." He clarified. Oh.

"Oh."

I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck and took in a deep breath as if he was thinking about how to phrase whatever he wanted to say. "I... I-I want to t-touch you."

"Touch me?" I repeated. Touch me? Touch me how? Touch me where? My mind was racing to places I didn't think he was ready for. "You've already touched me."

Whatever I said only made his face turn bright red with embarrassment. "Sienna, please don't make this any harder for me. I-I want to touch you there."

"There?" I furrowed my brows.

"You know." His eyes followed to in between my legs. Oh. There. Jesus Christ.

"Oh." I clicked my tongue. "There." he nodded in response. "Okay." I looked around, hoping there was something in Rya's magical sex box to help us, but I knew there wasn't. The only thing I could ask him was, "Why?"

The question took him aback a little, but he responded, "Because... Because I-I want to. I want to know how to make a woman feel good, l-like how you do to me. I-I want to do that to you."

My breath unintentionally hitched as the words fell from his lips. Redness flooded all the way up his neck and onto his cheeks, he looked so nervous. This was the first time Roman had asked me to do something. He was getting much more comfortable with the idea of sex, much more comfortable with me, that he asked to do something. I couldn't help but feel pleased inside, happy that he could trust me.

"O-Okay." Then again, I felt nervous too. It'd been ages since someone had touched me and when I touched myself, I couldn't even get off. I had this whole image in front of Roman that I was this sex expert, and I was afraid to show him my weak side. I was afraid to show everyone my weak side, not even in sex. I had built up an empire, and I was terrified to let it fall.

"Where... Where d'you want to start?" I asked, hoping he'd give me some indication of what to do.

"I-I was kind of hoping you'd know that." Shit.

I looked around the room, trying to think of something. The bed. That'd be a good place to start. The bed.

Did Roman even know how to touch a girl? Did he know what the clit was? He must know considering he was a science nerd. I ran my hands down my skirt to clean off the anxious sweat forming on my palms.

"D'you want me to show you?"

"How?" he raised a curious tone.

"I..." be confident, Sienna. You can do it. "I can touch myself. In front of you. So... so you know what to do."

He took a few seconds before responding, looking at me up and down, thinking about it. "Okay." He answered slowly.

I nodded and made my way over to his bed, Roman took a seat on his desk chair, turning it to face where I was. Why was I so nervous?

It just hit me. I've never touched myself in front of a guy before. Usually guys just assumed and did, they never wanted to know, to see what we liked.

Roman kept his eyes on mine and I moved to the headboard and rested my head on the pillow.

"Sienna." Roman called out calmy. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I know." I responded. I've seen Roman vulnerable many times, he's literally seen my dumb side. Yet why did it feel so intimate for him to see me vulnerable sexually?

I rested my hand at my thigh and started to trace it up, circling up my skin until I lifted up my skirt to reveal my thong. I closed my eyes and let out a long breath, bringing my fingers to graze over the fabric protecting my area. I placed light pressure on and supressed a moan in my throat. I took in a deep breath and moved my fingers around, over to fabric, warming myself up. I focused on the teasing feeling, placing light pressure on my clit before I couldn't take it any longer and slipped a hand into my underwear.

I used my fingers to swirl my clit and held my breath. The sweet sensation pulsated around my body, focusing in at my lower bundle of nerves, giving me the hot relief I've been dying for. I placed more pressure and let out a whimpering moan, letting the tingling droplets euphonically build into a wave of intense pleasure I was begging to crash over me and drown me in pure euphoria. However as much as I applied pressure or moved faster, I couldn't get there. I kept building and building, swirling my clit, feeling the wetness soak my underwear, my juices slipping down my inner thighs, but no wave of relief came.

I kept moaning, whimpering in my own sweet-tempered torture, until a firm hand gripped mine and pulled it away.

I didn't realise Roman had gotten up and walked to the side of the bed. I stared up at him pleadingly, begging that whatever he'd do next would give me some relief.

He placed a hand over my stomach and moved to lie next to me, his body dipping the mattress and his eyes boring into mine.

His eyes flickered back to his hand, his fingers swirling small circles. He teased the band of my thong, testing the waters before slipping them in and pressing them down on my clit.

I gasped at the intense pleasure as he swirled them around, applying harder pressure, swirling faster.

"Fuck." I whispered and threw my head further back on the pillow.

His lips came down to press against the side of my head. "Is that good?" he asked lowly, his hot breath tickling my ear. I nodded hastily, pulling my lip between my teeth. He moved his fingers faster and I could feel my clit swell from his touch, I could feel the pulse of pleasure throb ruthlessly.

"Does it feel good here?" he trailed his finger up the slit of my lips before trailing under the hood of my clit, touching it directly. I bucked off the bed and moaned.

"Yes..."

"And this?" he whispered, pinching the soft bud making a line of pleasure shoot across my body.

"Fuck." I whimpered. "Yes..."

  He rubbed his fingers faster, occasionally pinching to watch me writhe at his touch. He replaced his fingers with his thumb, teasingly circling my clit as his fingers trailed down to my sick opening. He toyed curiously, dipping his fingers around the wetness.

It was only when he looked up at my gaze, the wondering intensity clouding his iris, pure excitement glinting in his pupil, he quietly asked, "Can I?"

I nodded and groaned as his thumb applied for pressure to my clit. "Please."

He slipped both his fingers in and his groan gave rippled around my body.

"Jesus, you're so tight." I realised that he'd never felt the inside of a woman before. The silk, hot wetness that could give him an insane amount of pleasure. Was he imagining what it was like? To be inside of me. To feel the pure pleasure, we could give each other.

He moved his fingers carefully in and out, swirling my clit with his thumb.

"How does that feel?" he asked, his lips traveling to my ear. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes." I moaned. "So... So good."

I needed to c um. I needed to feel that wave so badly I felt like I might die if I don't. I needed it. God, I needed it so bad.

"C-Curl them." I whimpered.

"Huh?" he looked back at me. Fuck, the look on his face. The dominance sparking in his eyes, the tension in his jaw.

"Your fingers." I breathed. "C-Curl them."

He did and brushed the spot that made me lose all control.

"Yes!" I groaned as loud as I have in a long time. His fingers massaged that spot inside of me, the spot that so many boys never bothered to reach but made me lose all sanity. A spot that could make me beg.

"You like that?" I could feel the smile on his lips at the side of my head. "You want it?"

"Yes!" I practically cried. "Yes... Yes, I want it. Fuck."

"How badly do you want it?" he whispered playfully, thrusting his fingers faster.

"Bad... badly." I groaned.

His other hand brushed the hair out of my face and brushed my cheek with his thumb soothingly. "Can you c um like this?" he asked caringly and repeated the heavenly action again.

I almost cried with how sweet that was. I nodded once more and moaned louder. His pace got faster, harder, more tantalizing. My breathing sped up, the pleasure becoming too much to bear.

"So close..." I whimpered. "So... so...." The wave crashed down on me, soaking me in pure pleasure, the sensation embracing me in complete and utter euphoria. I arched my back off the bed and cried his name.

When I came back down, Roman pulled out his fingers and moved my hair out of my face to look at me.

"Holy fuck." I whispered as I felt the wave totally pass. "That was a long time coming." I muttered to myself. "Literally."

I turned on my side to see Roman giving me a look completely struck in awe and anxiety. "Was... was it good?"

"Yes." I nodded several times. "That was... that was..." I looked back up at the ceiling and burst into laughter. I don't think I've ever c um so hard from fingering in my life. Holy shit.

I felt the vibrations of Roman's chuckles beside me. "That was fun." He smiled down at me. I noticed how he had a small dimple of his left cheek when he smiled, how his eyes lit up with amusement, deep chuckles that bobbed on his Adam's apple.

"Yes." I laughed under my breath. "Yeah, it was."

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