Page 18 of The Teacher and the Virgin

She shifted so she could pull her t-shirt over her head, her bare breasts swaying as she settled on her back once again.

As I lowered my head to one plump nipple, I murmured, “You a very eager pupil.”

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Jane

“They’re back.” It was the first thing I said when he opened the door. He was in sweatpants and t-shirt, and the sight instantly made me horny even if I was feeling down. “I don’t want to stay there tonight.”

Mr. Parker immediately knew what I was talking about. My parents – they’d just gotten back from Europe. They’d returned with a mountain of souvenirs, from designer clothing to Swiss chocolates and the finest wines from France and Spain. They were all for me, even the alcohol, but after they’d said their “hi’s” and apologized for missing my graduation, they excused themselves and went to their home office. Mom needed to catch up with emails, and dad had a business dinner with some corporate partners. In a second, the mansion was back to being empty, and I felt lonely. After spending every day of the past week with Mr. Parker, the difference between the feeling of being alone and having someone to spend the day with was as clear as night and day.

Mr. Parker and I talked about meeting at eight tonight, but I went to his place a couple hours earlier. Why wait when there was nothing to do in the empty mansion? Besides, it’d been exactly a week. We both knew what tonight entailed, and I’d assumed he’d want me at his house sooner rather than later. It was time for him to take my virginity. He’d kept his word, nothing had gone into my needy pussy. Yes, he’d eaten me out and fucked my ass, but he’d kept my pussy as virgin as could be, ready to be stretched open first by his bare cock. During the drive, my imagination went wild.

I was already thinking about the dirty things I was going to say to him, how I was going to remove the tight-as-a-glove dress I wore. I was playing out the possibilities of later in my head. Would I keep my heels on or off? Maybe, I could ask that in a naughty way. My thoughts were racing, and it was a miracle I even got to his place in one piece.

“I haven’t cooked dinner,” he said to me, but that was honestly the last thing on my mind. I wanted to eat something else. Ever since that first time I’d given him a blowjob, I found the beauty in sucking dick. His dick. When he was in my mouth, I owned him. I was powerful and beautiful and more important, irresistible.

It was so much fun to do, and the shape of his tip and the length of his shaft was definitely a sight I could stare at all day and night. He’d tease me regularly that sucking him was now my new hobby. I’d laugh him off every time, but deep down, I knew he couldn’t be more right. “Come in, Jane. Sorry,” he apologized quickly. “I’ve been studying for the bar exam the whole day. My mind’s burnt.”

I entered his house and followed him into the living room. He sat down first and patted the empty space beside him, butfuck. The sweatpants and the even thinner t-shirt only made me feel hornier. If we started a movie, there’d be no doubt I wouldn’t last through it. My eyes flew toward his cock where the length was outlined in his sweats, and I sucked in a breath. I wanted to have sex right then and there. I’d been waiting a full week, and I felt like I couldn’t wait any longer. I wasn’t going to tell him that outright though. I wasn’t going to throw myself at him.

Because I loved it when Mr. Parker took charge, and tonight, I wanted him to take charge as he took my virginity.

I just needed to prod him, so I didn’t sit next to him. Instead, I stood directly before him.

With a smile on my face, I began to wriggle out of my skintight dress. I’d move my ass left and right to get the spandex to ride up my hips. I held the hem with my fingers and pulled it over my body, and when my dress covered my face, my smile turned into a smirk when I heard him elicit a groan. I wasn’t wearing any underwear—just the way he liked me—and in a second, I was full-on naked in front of him. To add to that, I’d gone to the salon yesterday to get a full wax. My pussy was bare and free from any hair, and I clenched when I felt a surge of heat burning inside me.

“Fucking…” Mr. Parker breathed as he stared at me. I threw the dress onto the floor and walked closer to him until my legs touched his knees. “Jane…” he groaned again, running a hand through his hair. I could see the hunger burning in his eyes.

“It’s been a week,” was all I said. I didn’t even need to say that to let him know what was on my mind.

“Not here,” he said, and in a second, he was on his feet and he’d swooped me up in his arms. He raced up the stairs and then kicked open the door to his bedroom. Then, he dropped me onto his bed. “It’s your first time. We’re going to do it the right way.”

“It’s right as long as I’m with you,” I courageously said, letting him know what I felt.

“Such a good little virgin.”

I saw his eyes soften a bit before he moved them down to explore my body. I felt a shiver run up my spine when he began to trace a finger over my skin, from the curve of my neck and down the valley between my breasts, then lower still, over the newly bare pussy lips.

I inhaled sharply when his finger stopped right at my entrance. My eyes widened when he planted just one kiss over my pussy. Then, he rose up to kiss me on the lips. I tasted myself on him. The moment was so emotional and intense. He wasn’t rushing to take me.

He didn’t undress and stick his dick in right away, just as I wanted. By the look on his face, I could tell he didn’t want to rush tonight. He wanted to take me, yes, but he wanted tonight to be special, too. It was going to be my first time. It was going to beourfirst time. There were no repeats or refunds for firsts. I could tell what was on his mind with the way he acted and moved above me – caring and loving he was.

And I couldn’t help but blurt out, “I love you.”

My heart instantly froze when those three words left my mouth. Silence enveloped the room, and I was thinking of taking back what I said. He stayed deathly quiet, and I felt like my heart was going to crack the moment one of us moved. I turned my head to the side to look away, but right when I was about to do so, he moved his head down towards my pussy and began planting soft kisses at my entrance.

He licked and laved my pussy, his lips swiping my folds and his tongue trying to push deeper. He sucked once and then twice, all the while his hand continued to rub up and down my thigh while the other cradled my waist. There was nothing rough and eager about the way he moved, and it was relaxing and calming, and it was just what I needed. He continued to kiss and suck my pussy, and I savored the moment with eyes closed and my mind blank and empty. I wasinthe moment, and it was the only place I wanted to be.

I arched my back off the bed when his tongue started to play with my clit, and I let out a series of moans when I could feel the ember growing inside me. The whirlpool was building up again, and he knew what was about to happen because my moans then turned into screams, and those screams turned louder with every minute passing.

“Gregory…” I breathed, when I felt myself about to tip over the edge. “Please…”

In an instant, he was off me. My eyes widened, questioning, but he only smiled at me as he began to take off his sweatpants.

“Another lesson, naughty girl. What do you call me?”

I wiggled my hips. “Mr. Parker, please.”

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