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Mary's heart raced with anticipation. The thought of being back in that mansion, so close to Ross, filled her with excitement she couldn't fully explain.

She tried to keep her expression neutral, but deep inside, she was already imagining sneaking around again, finding another opportunity to spy on Ross.

The vivid memories of the previous night sent a shiver of delight through her as she thought, Maybe I'll get another chance to see him… up close.

"You're in a good mood now," Natalie teased, shooting her a playful glance.

"I guess I am," Mary admitted, her smile widening. But her reasons were far from what her sister suspected.

As they approached Mary's university, she turned to Natalie with a curious look. "Hey, sis, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Natalie replied, slowing the car as they neared the campus entrance.

"Does Ross ever… get tired? I mean, he works so hard with 5 women, and he seems so… strong to be able to do that." The words stumbled out awkwardly, and Mary immediately regretted how transparent she sounded.

Natalie laughed, completely oblivious to the real intent behind the question. "Ross? Tired? Hardly ever. He's like a machine sometimes, honestly. He's always full of energy, no matter what. Why do you ask?"

"No reason!" Mary said quickly, her face heating up. She fumbled with her bag, pretending to look for something to avoid further questions.

Natalie shrugged, pulling up to the curb. "Well, have a good day at school, Mary. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Will do! Thanks, sis!" Mary said, hopping out of the car. She waved as Natalie drove off, but as soon as her sister was out of sight, her cheerful expression faded, replaced by one of quiet determination.

Her mind was already spinning with ideas for when she returned to Ross's house. This time, she would be more prepared.

The possibilities of what she might see, what she might experience, sent a thrill through her.

She had no doubt that tonight would be just as unforgettable as the last.

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"So, how'd it go with your sister?" Curtis asked, his tone casual as he adjusted the strap of his backpack.

He walked alongside Mary, the two of them weaving through the bustling campus toward their next class.

Curtis was in the same nursing program as Mary, driven by a dream of building a better future for his family.

"It went fine. We made up," Mary replied, though her voice was distant, as if her mind was elsewhere. "But I need your help later, Curtis. I need to move my things out of the dormitory. My sister wants me to live with her for a while."

Curtis stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing in alarm. "Wait, what? Does that mean you're leaving campus? I won't get to see you on weekends anymore?" His voice rose slightly, betraying his concern.

Mary turned to him, a sly grin spreading across her face as she saw the look of dismay on his.

"Relax," she teased, reaching out to lightly tap his chest. "That doesn't mean we can't do what you want somewhere else."

Curtis blinked, taken aback by her mischievous tone. "Really?" he asked, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering in his eyes.

Without warning, Mary grabbed his arm and led him toward an empty classroom down the hall. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, then ushered him inside.

The moment they were behind the closed door, she locked it, pulled the blinds shut, and turned to face him with a playful glint in her eyes.

"You're full of surprises today," Curtis said, grinning as Mary stepped closer.

She didn't reply. Instead, she reached up, pulling him into a deep kiss. Her hands slid over his shoulders, tugging him closer as their lips moved together hungrily.

Curtis responded with equal fervor, his hands wandering to her waist and then higher, grazing the curve of her chest through the fabric of her white nursing uniform.

A soft moan escaped Mary's lips, encouraging him further. His touch grew bolder, his hands kneading her breasts as he pressed her against the edge of the teacher's desk.

The heat between them built rapidly, their breaths mingling as the kiss deepened.

But as Curtis's hands roamed and the tension between them rose, Mary's thoughts began to drift.

A vivid image flashed in her mind—Ross. His broad chest, his strong hands, his impossibly large, throbbing cock…

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Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered the scene she'd witnessed the night before.

The way he had taken those women—five of them at once—with such raw power and stamina.

The memory sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't stop herself from comparing.

Curtis's touch suddenly felt different—less thrilling, less satisfying. The fire that usually sparked between them seemed to dim, replaced by a nagging sense of disappointment.

"Wait," Mary said abruptly, breaking the kiss and stepping back.

Curtis blinked, confused. "What's wrong?"

"I… I want to try something else," she said, her voice breathless but determined.

Curtis nodded, though he still looked unsure. "Okay. What do you have in mind?"

Mary didn't answer. Instead, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers deftly undoing his belt and pulling down his pants in one swift motion.

Curtis gasped, his body reacting instantly to her boldness.

"Mary…" he breathed, his voice thick with anticipation as she tugged down his briefs, freeing his erection.

But the moment his cock came into view, Mary froze. Her eyes widened slightly, and her expression shifted—subtle, but unmistakable.

What is this? she thought, her mind racing.

It wasn't that Curtis was small—by most standards, his six inches were perfectly average—but after seeing Ross's massive, monstrous cock, her expectations had been irreparably skewed.

Curtis's size seemed underwhelming in comparison, almost laughable.

She tried to hide her reaction, forcing a smile as she reached out to wrap her hand around him, but the disappointment lingered, unshakable.

Her mind was betraying her, replaying vivid images of Ross over and over again.

Curtis, oblivious to her internal struggle, let out a low groan, encouraged by her touch. "God, Mary… you're amazing." He moaned as Mary gave him a hand job at this time.

But Mary didn't feel amazing. She felt distracted, frustrated, and increasingly disconnected from the moment.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop comparing Curtis to Ross—the sheer size, the thickness, the dominance.

Curtis's cock felt small, insignificant, and the realization left her feeling hollow.

It was like a sick worm to Ross's mighty dragon!

After a few moments, she pulled her hand back and stood up abruptly, brushing her skirt off as if nothing had happened. "I think we should stop," she said, avoiding his gaze.

"Stop?" Curtis asked, his voice tinged with confusion and worry. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's not you," Mary said quickly, though her words felt hollow even to her own ears. "I'm just… not feeling well. Maybe we can try this another time."

Curtis nodded reluctantly, his disappointment evident. "Okay… if you're sure."

Mary offered a weak smile, but as she gathered her things and walked out of the classroom, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

She felt guilty for cutting things short with Curtis, but she couldn't ignore the truth.

Why can't I stop thinking about Ross?

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Mary avoided Curtis, her thoughts consumed by the impossible comparison that had ruined their moment.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

No matter how hard she tried to focus on her classes or her upcoming move, her mind kept drifting back to Ross—the man who had unknowingly set a new standard in her mind, leaving her yearning for something she couldn't have.

Meanwhile, Ross couldn't help but chuckle at Mary's actions earlier.

"I guess I'm just too irresistible for any woman to handle," he mused with a sly smile.

He was certain Mary would be his eventually—everything just needed time and patience.

Whistling a carefree tune, Ross went about his day.

Life was already good, and he had no doubt it was only going to get better.