WHEN HE SAID NOTHING I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes.

He watched me silently a small smile playing around his lips. Swimming closer he took a seat next to me on the step, his shoulder brushing mine.

             "Remember at the hospital yesterday? What your father said?"

I frowned thinking back. It's something I won't be forgetting soon. The look in his eyes.

          "He said a lot of things."

Stephen chuckled diving back into the water. He resurfaced on the other side looking up at the sky.

             "I'm nine years older than you Alia."

            "He said ten." I pointed out sinking back into the water.

           "My birthday was a few weeks ago, I turned twenty seven. You're only seventeen." Pausing he swam closer to me stopping a few inches away. "If we have sex now, your father won't hesitate to lock me up."

             "Why?"

He groaned pulling himself out of the water. Staring down at me he bit his lip. Fuck! He looks so damn sexy with water dripping down his tanned skin.

              "I'm a grown man Alia, I should know better than to have sex with a seventeen year old. According to the law it could be considered as rape." He held out his hand to help me out of the pool.

I hesitated slightly but placed my hand in his allowing him to pull me out of the water. His arm wrapped around my waist pulling me against him.

            "W-what if I-" I broke off swallowing as he trailed his hands up my back.

            "No matter what you say, even with your consent it will be considered rape." Stephen said softly his eyes dropping to my lips.

              "H-how do you k-know all t-this?"

            "I'm a police officer, baby. It's my job to know this."

My shoulders dropped, not only is he a police officer, but we are not going to have sex. Why the hell do I feel so disappointed? It's not the end of the world, we're not going to have sex, there will be other guys.

             "Alia." Stephen called snapping my attention back to him. "We will have sex, once you turn eighteen, but for now I'm going to teach you."

           "I don't understand."

Stephen smiled stepping away from me. "Let's go inside and have some lunch, then we'll talk."

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LUNCH CONSISTED OUT OF ham and cheese sandwiches with a tall glass of lemonade.

Stephen had changed into a pair of shorts, without a shirt. While I only threw on a large T-shirt. We ate silently in the kitchen moving into the living room when we were done.

The TV is on, some unknown movie playing. I couldn't concentrate, on anything for that matter. All I'm aware of is his large body next to mine.

          "Alia?"

I glanced at him before turning back to the TV letting him know that I heard him. Though I most certainly wasn't prepared for his question.

             "Have you ever masturbated?"

My cheeks heated in embarrassment. That is suppose to be personal, not something you tell someone you barely know.

              "It's nothing to be ashamed of Alia." Stephen said softly placing a finger under my chin. "Answer the question."

             "I've t-tried once, b-but I got c-caught." I whispered gasping as he suddenly pulled me onto his lap.

             "What have you been doing that made you want to touch yourself?" Stephen asked softly shifting me on his lap so I'm straddling him.

             "I was r-reading." My breath caught in my throat as his hands trailed up my legs.

             "Mmm, tell me what was happening."

I sucked in a shaky breath closing my eyes as I though back to the book. "T-the man, he was making love to his girlfriend."

Lifting my arms I allowed him to pull off the shirt. My eyes locked with his as his hands trailed up my sides.

              "How?"

I blinked, what are we talking about again? His hands are rough against my skin. Warm. It feels good.

             "T-they were kissing." I whispered eyes fluttering close as his lips brushed mine. "His lips trailed down her neck a-and he took off her shirt and b-bra."

Tilting my head to the side I moaned as his lips moved down my neck. He bit down soothing the pain with his tongue making me moan. Stephen smiled against my skin his lips moving to the top of my right breast.

             "Stephen.." My hands clutched his hair body arching against him.

I felt the delicious friction between my legs again making me shudder. He pulled back. My eyes snapped open the lust slowly dying as he picked up the remote.

I though he was going to continue watching TV, but instead he switched if off. He picked up my shirt in one hand, the other moving to my ass.

             "Hold on."

He stood. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders.

Without saying a word Stephen walked up the stairs and to his bedroom. He closed the door softly behind us walking over to the bed. Lowering me to the floor I watched with a frown as he gathered all my stuff.

He placed it aside taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Last night, I said that you need to be comfortable with your body."

I nod wrapping my arms across my breasts. His eyes dropped his lip tilting up slightly.

              "I want you to strip for me."

What? He wants me to strip, in front of him? Shifting from foot to foot I tried to call his bluff, I found none. His face is blank, eyes locked onto my face.

              "If you don't want to do this Alia, I won't force you. You can get dressed, collect your stuff and I will drop you off at your friend."

My eyes dropped stomach turning. I can just leave and forget this ever happened, but that won't be possible. Nothing that has happened between us will be forgotten. It's impossible.

I licked my lips, slowly dropping my arms. His eyes dropped as well before snapping back up to mine.

            "You can do it baby."

I unbuttoned my jean shorts pulling down the zip before pushing it down my legs. Kicking it aside I sucked in a shaky breath. My eyes locked with his again as I unstrapped my bra sliding it down my arms to the floor.

Stephen kept his eyes on me instead of dropping them to my breasts like I thought he would. I hesitated only for a second before pushing my panties down my legs.

Self consciously I moved from foot to foot. I'm dying to cover myself, but I forced my hands to stay by my side.

              "You don't like your body." I shook my head. "Tell me why?"

             "I h-have small breasts." I swallowed face heating when his eyes dropped down. "M-my stomach isn't f-flat. I h-have t-thick thighs and l-love handles."

My eyes filled with tears my hands fisting at my side when he said nothing.

             "Come here, baby." He gestured me closer with his finger.

Taking slow, uncertain steps towards him I stopped a few feet in front of him.

Stephen stood closing the gap between us. His bare chest brushed my breasts making me gasp. My nipples tightened heat pooling between my legs.

             "You think you're ugly?"

I nod swallowing the lump in my throat. Giving me a small smile Stephen took my hand placing it on his chest, palm flat. Keeping his hand on top of mine he slowly trailed them down his chest

His muscles tightened beneath my hand making my breathing speed up. Lifting my eyes they locked with his as he pushed my hand lower. Placing it right over the bulge in his pants.

              "This is only from looking at you." His voice is breathless, deeper. "You turn me on Alia, I want to do nothing more than throw you onto that bed and burry myself deep inside you."

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