Page 17 of The Teacher and the Virgin

Gregory

“My parents don’t give a shit.”

Not a lot of things scared and shocked me. I could sleep and snore through horror movies. I’d jump out of a plane for just the thrill and fun of it. I’d eat disgusting insects, be it a dare or not. My friends would prank me and try to get me to break my cool and calm façade, but they always failed.

Except for Jane.

Hearing those words leave her mouth made me suck in a breath. I met her eyes and kept the contact, looking right at her. Her lips were pursed together, as her eyes remained searching mine for a reaction.

What could I say?

That this Sunday had been one of the best days of my life? That I wouldn’t be able to sleep later because I’d be thinking about… everything? We didn’t do anything extraordinary even, not today and not even during the days before. Jane had stayed the night in my place one more time after that first night she slept over, that night I’d claimed her ass.

We did everything, from cuddling to oral sex, and now, I always teased Jane about how giving me blowjobs was her new hobby. She’d initiate and do it out of her own accord.

She woke me up twice by sucking me, and after, we’d just spend the rest of the day cuddling. She’d undo my jeans and pull them down while I was trying to get some chores done around the house. I’d stopped wearing boxers to make it easier for her.

She’d even tried to do it to me in a public park, but I told her we’d try that in the evening when there were less people. I wouldn’t have anyone else see Jane on her knees.

I’d made a mental reminder to follow through with that.

I’d yet to fuck her pussy, to finally take her virginity. Waiting the seven days was hard, but I’d shown her all the other ways to pleasure each other.

But now, I couldn’t keep Jane out of my mind. She’d done something to me, and I wasn’t complaining. I’d never complain when it came to her. These past few days, we’d spent tons of time together, and I was starting to realize that she was everything I wanted in a partner and more. I was getting to know her, the woman underneath that shapely body, and I was dying to find out more.

For her age, Jane was mature, both physically and emotionally, yet the youthful energy was obvious, especially in bed. Or on the kitchen table. Or up against the front door.

She was always wanting to please me and make me happy, be it in or out of the bedroom, but at the same time, she still spoke her mind. The women I used to date always ended up saying “no” more than “yes”. They weren’t adventurous and would rather stay in and have sex unless I took them out to upscale and fancy restaurants. With Jane, she was up for anything. She knew how to be both boring and fun, and even that already made her a cut above the rest.

“I care about you,” I said when minutes of silence passed. “You’re one of a kind, Jane, and it’s a shame your parents don’t see that.”

“I—”

I froze in my seat when her voice cracked for a split second. We were in my living room after a whole day of exploring the city. We’d gone to the local museum and library, and for lunch, I’d taken her to this new café a friend of mine owned, and she was able to meet him. Since she was mine, I wanted to show her off. Not many eighteen-year-olds could start and carry a conversation with people over a decade older, yet Jane did it effortlessly. She was young, yes, but she was exquisite. I didn’t give a shit what people thought. She’d be on my arm for events and reunions with friends. She’d easily fit right in.

Goddamnit, I internally cursed.

This wasn’t about just being physically attracted to her and teaching her everything she needed to know about sex. I wanted her before, during, and after sex. I wanted to hang out with her more and take her out. I wanted her in my life. I’d known it from the start. I wasn’t giving her up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to me. “You look worried.”

“I’m scared you’ll leave me once we’ve had real sex.”

I almost broke out laughing but held it in. I knew Jane would take that kind of reaction the wrong way. It was just funny to me how, while I knew she was never going anywhere, she was worrying that I’d leave her.

If only she knew…

It was then I hooked a finger under her chin and tilted it up, so I could stare at her.

“You’re mine, Jane,” I began. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

She gave a slight shrug. “Maybe a few more.”

I grinned. “Perhaps you’re more of a hands-on learner.”

With a gentle push, I forced her onto her back. With one knee on the couch and a foot on the floor, I levered myself over her, tugging her so she was spread before me. I liked her wearing flirty skirts and this moment was why. I just had to toss up the short hem and her pussy was bare for me.

“Yes, Mr. Parker. Perhaps you need to show me.”

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