Page 19 of His Shy Girl

Yeah, that’s a good idea. It would be awesome for her to meet everyone. I can’t wait to show off my sexy girlfriend.

“Good idea. I’ll text her right now.” But as I go to reach for my phone, Mrs. Bowman comes to the front of the class, giving that narrowed glare of hers that we’ve all come to fear. Everyone quiets and faces the front of the room, and I quickly tuck my phone under my desk as she starts giving us her daily lecture. The minutes of boredom tick by and I can’t wait any longer.

I sneak a peek at my phone, checking to see if Willow messaged me back.

My girl:Yes, I’m free tonight. I’m going to help the librarian, but it should only take an hour.

Me:Would you want to go to dinner with me and then come back to my place?

My girl:Sure. Will I be meeting your parents? I’m kind of nervous. Did you tell them about me?

She has nothing to be nervous over. My parents are going to love her. My mom is just happy that I have a girlfriend. I think she was starting to question whether she was going to have grandkids in her future with the fact that I was refusing to date. I was just holding out for the right girl. And I definitely found her.

Me:They know all about you. But they’re going to be out for the night, so you’ll get to meet them some other time.

Which means we’ll have the house all to ourselves.

My girl:Oh, okay. So, what are we going to do then?

So many things. There’s one thing I’ve been dying to do. Spread her out on my bed. Kiss every inch of her naked body. Lick over her pussy until she’s coming all over my sheets. God, I can’t wait. I jerked myself off to the vision of it last night when I got home from her house. We never got any more time alone. After dinner, we talked football with her dad for hours. He was eager to discuss my plans for the future. Playing ball for college and then going professional.

Me:We’re going to hang out in my room and play.

It’s what I’ve been dreaming about for weeks. Cuddling up in my bed. Laughing. Making out.

My girl:Do I need to bring my laptop? Or an extra controller for your Xbox?

I had a different kind of game in mind.

Me:I want to play a different game with you. One where the Borg is serving his Kanturian princess, obeying her every command.

My dick rises right up, thinking of me kneeled before my girl, her telling me to kiss the crown of her pussy.

My girl:I’m still a virgin, Bren. You probably already figured that out, but I’m not sure I’m ready to go all the way yet. I hope you’re okay with that.

Of course, I’m good with that. I would never force her to do anything that she’s not comfortable with. I wasn’t planning to take things that far with her tonight. I wanted to wait a bit. Make it special. I’m so afraid of scaring her off, I just want to make sure she’s comfortable with me first before we take things further. But that’s not to say I don’t want to fool around with her. Watching her come was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Me:I’m good with waiting, babe. As long as you’re mine, that’s all that matters. The rest can happen whenever the time is right. And just so you know, I’m a virgin too.

“That’s very interesting, Mr. Cartwright. Would you like to share that with the class? I’m sure your fellow students would love to learn about your sexual status instead of Shakespeare’s literary career.”

Shit. I tuck my screen down, realizing Mrs. Bowman is standing at my back. She was reading over my shoulder, and clearly saw my last message.

“Mr. Cartwright just told his girlfriend that he’s a virgin and is willing to wait until she’s ready to have sex. Isn’t that just precious?”

Everyone busts out laughing, except for my buddy. Chase looks horrified for me. I swear I’m going to get her ass fired for this. How fucking dare she air my personal business like that?

“Pretty sure it’s against school rules for you to spread rumors about your students,” I state, my anger ringing through my gritted words

“If you don’t want me to read your texts to the class, then I suggest you put your phone away. That will be a detention, Mr. Cartwright. Tomorrow after school you can spend a few hours writing your very own Shakespearian love letter to your Juliet. Now, are you ready to pay attention so I can continue my class?”

Fucking bitch. I’m about to rip into the old wench, but Chase gives me a look, warning me not to dig myself a deeper grave. He’s right. If I open my mouth, she’s liable to take my phone away from me and read the rest of my texts out loud. Ver-fucking-batim. And that would be the embarrassment of the fucking century. For now, I’ll bite my tongue. But the bitch is definitely going to end up with a house covered in toilet paper or a mailbox full of dog shit for this.

I can’t believe she told the entire class I’m a virgin. That shit’s going to spread like wildfire. When I walk into the cafeteria, they’ll probably be chantingvirgin. Fuck.

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Willow

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