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Chapter 4. A Diligent Student.

It never crossed Emma's mind that she would be in such a state after Regina's visit. The other woman had no idea how sexy she was, and the blonde was sure that even though she appeared to be cold, inside she was the complete opposite.

The day was still long, so she could not resist calling one of her "friends" from work to relieve some of her tension from her desires.

The rest of Emma's night was like every other. This time she could show off, as usual, with a police officer costume and then later she returned home to go to bed, now alone.


"How about if we watch a movie together after dinner? You can choose the one you want," Regina smiled looking at Henry. Sometimes she felt bad for the boy, especially because she could not spend all the time she would like to with him.

The boy grinned. He was used to going to bed early. "Yes!" he exclaimed, "Can we see Harry Potter? Will you let me watch the last one?"

The brunette teased him by making him doubt that she would let him, "Well, I don't know... maybe it is too graphic for you…" She then smiled and walked over to kiss his cheek, "Sure we can watch it, and you know what? We can make popcorn beforehand!"

Henry was very excited about it all. After the two of them-because Max was still working-finished dinner they went to the kitchen to make popcorn. Regina could have asked any one of their employees to prepare it, but the point was to spend time with the boy and so the kitchen did not bother her at all.

"Hey! Don't put so much caramel!" She laughed while she watched as the boy almost emptied the bottle over the popcorn.

"But that's the best! It's like the cinema mama!" He grabbed something to drink and both went into the other room to watch the movie on the big tv they had.

But the moment they were about to sit on the couch, the door was opened and silence came over both the brunette and child. It was Max, and he did not look happy. Even the way he said "Good night" meant bad news-it had surely been a very bad day at work. Then he spoke directly to his wife: "Regina, prepare a small suitcase. We have a flight to Los Angeles in half an hour."

Regina stood still, as she didn't want to cancel plans with her son: "Can't you do alone? Henry and I were going to have a movie night." She tried to sound as pleasant as possible in hoped that it could encourage the man to yield.

"You think I'm going to delay this trip for some stupid "movie night?" As if, Regina! Believe me, if you could stay, I'd already be in Los Angeles. Call the babysitter, and if she is not available he can stay with one of the employees." Not even a glance was directed toward his own son, not going through his mind that he had the power to spend the few days with all three of them together.

The boy's eyes filled with tears. He would never be able to understand his father's treatment of him, and he envied his classmates. Max had always been distracted and he never realized that they had only shared one vacation together in all of his 8 years.

He put the popcorn to the side and he went running to his room. He knew there was no chance of insisting in these situations. Work was always the most important thing to his father.

It broke Regina's heart to see her son like that. And felt even more guilty for getting him excited. She ran after him, but just as she was about to open the door of his room she met the challenging face of her husband behind her.

"There isn't any time for nonsense, Regina, and he'll get over it!"

The brunette was forced to follow her husband. She hated it, and could not understand how he could be that way with his own son. A thousand times she has insisted that they take him with them on their travels, saying she would care for him, but Max had never agreed. "How can you never think of him? Jesus, Max, he's your son!" She indignantly started to pull clothes from her closet to put them in a suitcase.


During her trip Regina has some time alone to buy the lingerie that Emma had asked her to. She had chosen red lace. Probably, for her husband, it would be just another set, no big deal, but secretly Regina hoped that for Emma it was not.


The days passed slowly, but finally Saturday has arrived.

Emma had taken a long bath after visiting her mother in the morning. After that she laid down with the thought of only sleeping a moment but she woke up to insistent ringing. The nap had actually lasted two hours and the brunette was getting pretty nervous about having to wait. Emma was quickly searching for the first thing within reach. Her evening was free and she liked that. She had no idea what would happen that afternoon, but she was ready to give a good lesson to the other woman.

The blonde opened the door praying that the brunette had not left. "Regina, I'm sorry... I fell asleep-"she paused, "I am speaking too fast, you can tell I'm a little nervous."

With her clothing completely arranged and the set underneath, the brunette entered the apartment of the stripper. "I see that you take your work very seriously. Very good, Emma," she said in a tone of irony upon seeing the other woman in jeans and a black shirt as usual.

"I just had a commitment this morning," she yawned uncontrollably and put her hand to her head in order to fix her hair a bit. "Is it past 4 already? I hope that you came prepared."

Regina had to admit that even with a sleepy face Emma looked very cute. She followed her into the room. She put her purse on the floor and before the blonde could realize it, she peeled off her shirt exposing her new red bra: "What do you think?"

The stripper looked at her and raised her eyebrows, her gaze fixed on the brunette's breasts. "I see you've learned... I love it," she realized she said more than she should, but she could not help it. "Well, what do you want to do?"

Regina had to smile when she heard the other woman say that she loved it. "Well I want to put your teachings into practice," she said as she unzipped her skirt and folded it leaving it neatly with her shirt.

The blonde sat carefully on the bed carefully watching what the other woman was doing. "That folding of clothes is not exciting at all," she laughed a little and began to remove what she was wearing. The lingerie that she had on this time was pretty average, but her whole body was terribly sexy.

"You get wrinkles then." She saw that the blonde smiled and nodded: "Yes, certainly, nothing exciting." As soon as Emma stood just in her lingerie, the brunette slid onto the bed, settling over her.

"Surely you have someone to iron for you... you can't complain," the stripper said as she brought her hands to the brunette's back and began to caress it with her fingertips.

"I have people for everything…" Regina could not help but find the lips of the blonde. She tried to internalize that this was just a practice, for the good of her partner, but she knew deep down that it was not. She looked into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her.

The stripper kissed her back without hesitation, and put her hand on the nape of Regina's neck, pulling her closer so she could kiss her again. Her hands could not stand still and travelled all over the brunette's back with soft caresses.

Between kisses and bites Regina traced the blonde's neck. Her skin was soft and a delicious aroma invited the brunette to chart a path with her tongue down to the chest of the other woman. She put a hand on her back so she could remove her bra because clearly it was not needed. At the same time, she felt the stripper's hands running along her body, making her shiver with desire.

A moan escaped Emma's mouth. She didn't want to pressure the other woman but she really needed more of her.

The sound emitted by the blonde made it clear to Regina that the blonde was excited, and Regina could not help but continue the path of kisses down her belly and unconsciously she put a hand to one of her breasts, pinching her nipple.

Emma's skin buzzed with every kiss, her breath was heavy and her body radiated heat from contact with the other woman. She could not help her surprise and moaned louder still when she felt Regina touch her nipples. It was not planned, nor was it something she taught her, but she loved that it went that way. The same hand of the blonde's that rested timidly on the brunette's head was invited further down her body. Emma thought that if she stopped she would give her something.

When the brunette was about to reach the stripper's crotch she stopped: "Well, teacher," she said worriedly, "do you think I'm getting better?"

Emma rolled her eyes to see that Regina had stopped. She couldn't understand how her husband could look at other women while he had one like Regina at home-so passionate, so delicate, so...her. She tried to compose herself a little so she could talk to her. "Very good...I don't know what makes your husband look at other women, honestly." The blonde was very wet, she could feel it in her underwear, and if she didn't receive the attention she needed, she would probably have to do it herself.

"Well, perhaps I have faults in other skills, and not in kissing," she looked into Emma's eyes and noticed that she was equally as excited as she was, "What do you think we should try?"

The blonde was suffering at the moment. She couldn't simple let it go that easily, this was supposed to be a job... "I don't know how far you are willing to go…"

The brunette looked at her in thought for a few seconds, "if you were me, and you had a man like I have you... what would you do? How would you act?"

"I would have two options...I could give you good oral sex, however under the circumstances, and the state in which I am, I would screw you without further delay." Emma looked at her fixedly, waiting for her reaction, she was so hot that she didn't care to stop and consider her words.

Regina stayed still for a few seconds, "In that case, I should please you and give you what you want." Without further consideration, she leaned in to kiss the blonde passionately and put her hand between the apex of her thighs. It had been a long time since she had sex with a woman, but she had not forgotten how to make them shudder because of her touch.

The movements of the brunette took the stripper by surprise, but she opened her legs to give her better access when she felt her hands on her. She took her by the neck, pressing her closer to her body and their tongues played with one another until they could no longer breath and had to break away to breath between moans. She was surprised at the ability of the other woman to give her such pleasure, it was as if it were not her first time.

Regina's fingers traced through her moisture and stopped at her clit making circles around it. She knew she was completely leaving the script, but she was too excited to stop; the blonde's moans were driving her crazy.

Emma couldn't take it anymore, looked deeply into the eyes of the other woman, with her mouth open and panting, "I want you inside of me, Regina."

The blonde made her feel sexy and desirable-something that, for a long time, she didn't think she would feel again. She brought her mouth to the other woman's and bit her lower lip for a moment and put two of her fingers inside Emma.

The stripper's groans echoed in the room as she felt the other woman's fingers thrust in and out of her quickly. She moved her hips against her, making the pleasure even greater, and it would not be long before she would reach an orgasm. "I'm going to come on your fingers," she could barely get the words out, as she was breathing so heavily.

It excited Regina so much that the other woman was telling her what was going through her head. She was encouraged to add one more finger and continued thrusting while she delighted in using her mouth on her neck, savoring the scent of the woman who was shaking because of her.

Emma could not take it for another second, the kisses and caresses of the brunette had taken control of her body. She let out a cry of passion, she was trembling with ecstasy and with one last thrust she climaxed. After a few seconds her body relaxed into the mattress with Regina still on top of her. For the first time in a long time she didn't know what to say.

The brunette rolled off the other woman, not being able to look at her. She had to say something that would sound cold, that would justify her actions because she knew that she had not behaved as she should have. "Well? Should I do anything better? Tell me, I pay you for your advice."

The behavior of the brunette made Emma sigh, "No you don't need to improve anything... I'd thought that you would realize that on your own."

Regina raised an eyebrow at her, "Okay... next week you can teach me what to say to excite someone. What do you think?"

"What I said didn't excite you?" She asked, oblivious to the cold attitude that had come over her. She had long been looking forward to giving it to the other woman and hearing her scream.

The brunette could not have been more excited but she pretended not to notice, "but I want to learn how to drive you crazy with only words as well." She could help but to look at Emma's lips.

That didn't go unnoticed by the blonde, and she moved closer to her, "you want to leave that for the next class? Are you sure?" She lightly brushed her lips.

"It's... it's already late," she found it difficult to speak, feeling the hot breath of the other woman against her lips.

"Did you like doing it to me? Because I loved it…"

"Well...it served its purpose, right?" Regina unknowingly lightly bit her lower lip.

"I hope that it serves you with him... for my part, you are more than approved," she went to kiss her gently and then moved off of her.

"Perfect, so... next week we will continue," she could feel a lot of wetness between her legs, but to give in would only demonstrate her weakness.

Emma stood up, covering herself with a robe, "Do you want something to eat or drink? Something cold, maybe?"

Regina cleared her throat, sitting up in the bed, "Do you have iced tea?" She needed to lower her temperature before returning home.

"Yes, I have it." Emma walked into the kitchen and soon returned with two glasses, one of which she handed to the brunette. "Have you tried any of this with your husband?"

Regina took a long sip, "Eh….yeah, yes." It was a lie, but she didn't want the other woman to think anything.

Emma sat on the bed, she thought that she had not tried it yet, "and how did it go?"

"Eh, well, it was better but it needs more work on it," she tried to sound convincing.

The blonde raised her eyebrows, she didn't seem very believable, "Well, we'll put in a little more effort next Saturday, don't you worry."

Regina nodded, finishing her tea. She stood up from the bed to look for her clothes, "Well, I'd better go now." She looked at her watch, which said 10pm, "Oh my god! It's very late! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, the lesson was interesting, I guess we extended it a little... did you tell someone at home?" Emma couldn't resist a small smile.

"I don't think my husband has noticed, he cares little for my presence," she neatened up her hair in a mirror, "but Henry will wonder where I am…" she sighed.

"Yes... he will surely be waiting for you, but don't worry, he won't be angry, kids always understand." Emma tried to downplay the issue, she felt sorry that the other woman's husband treated her like that.

"I don't think that he will understand this, but I'll make something up: I'm good at that," she said as she finished dressing and collected her things. "Well, until next week."

The blonde walked her to the door, "See you in a few days." She looked at her hoping for some type of "special" farewell.

Regina stared back for a few seconds, "Bye." She left without any more than that and went home quickly.

Luckily Max had not asked after her, and Henry said that he had been organizing an event with his grandmother. After saying goodnight, she went to her room thinking about what had just happened. It was bad, very bad. She had crossed the line; there was no way to justify what she had done in Emma's house. But what gave her the worst guilt was how much she liked it. It seemed like sex finally had meaning in her life after so many years.