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skirt or something. Feeling awkward, I made a Saturday Night Live reference. "Same as anyone. One leg at a time."
    He sat up and gave me an amused smirk. "Care to show me what you've got?"
    It wasn't exactly romantic, but I supposed it was better than playing a stupid game about when and how we were going to have sex. Obviously he wanted to, and it had been a long time since I'd gotten laid. If he wanted me to get naked first, that was fine by me.
    I kept my playful expression on as I reached down to lift my shirt. I lifted it over my head, letting my hair fall down onto my shoulders as I locked my eyes with his again.
    His grin grew wicked again and he leaned back.
    I knew lots of men liked watching stripteases. I didn't mind watching them myself. My high school boyfriend, Damon, loved to watch me undress, and had encouraged me to dance a little as I did. For his eighteenth birthday, I'd given him a lap dance while I stripped. It was sexy and playful and one of the best nights of our five-year relationship.
    Dr. Turner was nothing like Damon. We were about to have sex on our first date, and he was asking me to give him a show. It was presumptuous of him, but I was proud I could deliver. Hopefully he'd deliver in other areas in return.
    I found the zipper in my skirt and pulled it down, pressing my palms against my sides under the fabric as I slicked it down. I closed my eyes and imagined music playing, setting a rhythm.
    Once my skirt was on the floor, I turned around and unsnapped my bra. It was a nice bra, the cups were seriously enhanced. I dropped it on the ground and shimmied out of my panties. I was glad I'd waxed recently. I was groomed and about to get laid by the hottest professor I'd ever had.
    I heard Dr. Turner rustling behind me and smiled to myself. He must have liked what he saw. I pumped my knees a few times, knowing it made my ass look amazing, especially in my heels, and turned to see Dr. Turner leaning back with a lazy, fascinated expression on his face.
    He licked his lips and tilted his head back before saying, "C'mere."
    I walked over to him and bent over, letting my tits come near his face. "What did you have in mind?"
    Dr. Turner looked my body up and down for a moment before saying, "Lie on the bed and touch yourself for me."
    I was a bit surprised at that. He wasn't even going to kiss me?
    But I figured this night was different from most dates I'd been on already, so why not make sex different too?
    I turned back to his bed, noting its starched, square perfection. I felt almost guilty as I sank onto it. I was messing it up.
    But then again, nothing about sex is clean and square and poised. Sex is sweaty and unchoreographed. So I scooted back, taking a moment to kick off my heels, and gave him a playful scrunch of my nose as I fisted the sheets, ruining the placidness of the bed.
    Then I spread my legs. The cool air felt good, and the way his eyes flew right to my center made me feel powerful. I had something he wanted, but he wanted me to tease him with it before anything else happened. Soon, Dr. Turner was hovering over me, slipping on a condom.
    It wasn't any better or worse than sex usually was for me. Somehow I thought that sleeping with a man who had a PhD and research lab meant that the sex would be better than it usually was. But Dr. Turner just pumped in and out, grunting, and closing his eyes most of the time.
    I could only sigh in disappointment when he came before I did. I should have made sure I got what I needed first. I could have done more than lie there and pant beneath him, taking a few turns on top. So when he came, I just sighed. That was that. It didn't occur to me to ask him to finish me or to take care of myself. It was just one of those things, and maybe if he wanted to see me again, it would be different.
    So my first time with Dr. Turner wasn't memorable. I suppose most sex on the first date isn't memorable.
    But I distinctly remember what happened afterwards. He slipped out