Her Cherry Tutor (Signature Required, Part 2)

By Anne Gaston

A young collegiate’s journey has begun. But how can she be sure it’s her tutor she really wants?

Francesca never knew her body was capable of experiencing so much pleasure—until Josephine Devereaux got her well-manicured hands in and on her. Now, she’s left reeling from the revelation that she might prefer women and doesn’t know what to do with the number Jo left in her hands.

A night that was supposed to be spent staring into the depths of her beer take a turn for the sexual when a fellow student picks up on her need from across the bar. With passions running high and the risk of fooling around in a public place getting her hotter, Fran can’t help but wonder if the magic with Jo wasn’t as electric as she remembers.

This story contains: lesbian sex, oral sex, fingering, sex in a public place, dirty talk, a troubled co-ed, and inappropriate use of bar stools. 18+

HER CHERRY TUTOR is Part 2 in the Signature Required series and while it can be read by itself for the sexy bits, it is part of a continuing storyline.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anne Gaston
• Release date: Jul 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310323140

Anne Gaston

ANNE GASTON may as well have been born with a writing implement in her hand. Her mom is probably very glad that was– in fact– not the case.Her first (remembered) foray into fiction was in 4th grade when she wrote a story about a group of orcas and dolphins in boy/girl pairs who were trying to figure out who was wreaking havoc in the local ecosystem. (Hint: it was the nefarious sea-gang, The Hammerheads.) It combined her love of romance, adventure, suspense, and marine biology because she was convinced she’d grow up to train killer whales at Sea World.With an imagination that is often too vivid (and explicit) for public consumption and a love of good– and especially, bad– puns, Anne thrills in amusements great and small. At any given moment, she may break into geeky references to animated shows from the 90s or cult favorites like Boondock Saints, Firefly, Star Wars, Star Trek, and Sailor Moon. She also makes it a frequent practice to fangirl over the written word– because who needs rockstars when you have authors?She writes erotica and erotic romance—lesbian, straight, menage, and moresomes... oh, my!—that will charge your fantasies and get you firing on all cylinders. Whether you choose to do that solo or with a partner... well, that’s up to you.New fiction coming soon, ya’ll. And we do mean coming.Check out my newsletter to stay up-to-date on all my newest releases:http://bit.ly/1AmdbL9

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HER CHERRY TUTOR

SIGNATURE REQUIRED, PART 2

By Anne Gaston

HER CHERRY TUTOR © 2014 Anne Gaston

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A young collegiate’s journey has begun. But how can she be sure it’s her tutor she really wants?

Francesca never knew her body was capable of experiencing so much pleasure—until Josephine Devereaux got her well-manicured hands in and on her. Now, she’s left reeling from the revelation that she might prefer women and doesn’t know what to do with the number Jo left in her hands.

A night that was supposed to be spent staring into the depths of her beer take a turn for the sexual when a fellow student picks up on her need from across the bar. With passions running high and the risk of fooling around in a public place getting her hotter, Fran can’t help but wonder if the magic with Jo wasn’t as electric as she remembers.

This story contains: lesbian sex, oral sex, fingering, sex in a public place, dirty talk, a troubled co-ed, inappropriate use of bar stools, and the need to reach between your legs as you read along. 18+

CHAPTER ONE

I rolled the bottle between my hands, the skin of my palms registering the residue that remained even after I’d peeled the label off. It was the first time I’d ever used the fake ID my roommate Kelsey had procured the moment I’d moved into the house. I had imagined feeling guilty, bad, maybe like I was getting away with something and feeling more like an adult.

Instead, all of my thoughts were funneled down to a single object sitting on the bar. Jo’s business card. It read:

Josephine Devereaux

Chief Evaluator, Ladies’ Division – North America

Camelot, Inc.

Come one, come all.

The high gloss of the raised text was eye-catching even in the dim light of the pub I’d sidled into and my eyes traced the swooping, elegant text for what seemed like the millionth time.

I want to put your nipples in my mouth.

God, her words filled my brain, made me ache for the satisfaction I’d received from her touch. Yet despite every iota of pleasure she’d wrung from me, I hesitated at calling the number on the back of her business card for round two.

I mean, Jesus, I’d just gotten out of a completely heterosexual relationship. Sure, it had made my confidence in the sexual arena flat-line but never once had I imagined the experience would lead me to seek out—let alone genuinely feel something for—a woman. I’d wanted to explore, to have the experience and scratch the itch and be done with it. Never in a thousand years would I have thought I’d get hung up on a woman I’d only met once.

But Josephine had absolutely owned me. I