Page 5 of The Teacher and the Virgin

I nodded my head and tried to think of something else to say to carry the conversation, but a familiar mop of blonde hair nabbed my attention from afar. Jane was huddled in a circle with Anne and a few other friends. They were wearing their graduation gowns, which was too long in my opinion, but the wind would blow against it from time to time to reveal their above-the-knee plaid skirts.

Fuck.I cursed inwardly again. My cock officially had a mind of its own. I shifted slightly to the side. I didn’t want to be poking Liz or anyone else with my dick, and with Jane, I wanted to do more than poke.

“Fuck,” I said to myself, shaking my head and laughing. My thoughts were betraying me, and I knew it was just futile to control my thoughts.

“Oh—” The look on Liz’s face was priceless. She was three years older than I was, but acted much older than thirty. To put it bluntly, she walked around like she had a stick up her ass, and someone needed to get that stick out, but that wasn’t going to be me.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I just remembered something I needed to do.”

“Oh, what is it?” she asked, shifting her eyes away to look at the students and parents milling about.

Most of them were taking pictures and exchanging well wishes. I eyed Jane from afar. She was holding her phone in front of her and taking selfies with friends. I noticed she was the only one in her group who didn’t carry a bouquet of roses.

Where were her parents? Had they left already?

These affluent, wealthy students had a lot of those—absentee parents. Well, the parents had to get the money from somewhere. The fifty-five-thousand-dollar annual tuition didn’t pay for itself.

“Sorry, am I bothering you?” Liz asked when I hadn’t said anything in the past two minutes.

Yes.“No, of course not.” I said a little too quickly. “I mean…there’s really nothing much to say about studying for the bar is there? It’s in two months, so I’m just trying to take in as much information as I can. I’ll be spending the summer with my face in the books.”

Or between Jane’s parted thighs.

“Well, I’m sure teaching Civics and Government helps.”

Not really, but I nodded my head. “It does.”

Jane helps,my consciousness said, and I realized I needed to leave before I could get a full-fledged hard-on for the entire world to see. “Excuse me.”

I turned around, without saying anything more, and walked back to the main building, up the stairs to my classroom to wait.

For Jane. To make her mine. Finally.

Just thinking about her and reading the note she’d passed with Anne was enough to make my dick jerk against my pants. I placed the back of my hand firmly against my dick. ThankfuckingGod the building was completely empty. What I wanted to do to Jane was just for me. I would be the only one who’d see her body, the only one to hear her sounds. I’d take her how I wanted, where I wanted, including my favorite fantasy, bent over my desk.

On it with her legs spread apart.

On the floor. Under the table so she was kneeling between my legs, sucking me off as I sat in my chair. Against the cabinets.

The school supplies littering around would be a nice touch – that ruler to spank her.

She’s a virgin,I reminded myself.

We’d have time for the wilder stuff later on. For now, even just thinking about traditional sex withherwas enough to make me come in my pants. I tipped my head sideways and looked at the clock just above the doorframe. She’d be here any minute now, but my dick couldn’t wait any longer. I’d been rubbing at it for a few minutes now. A few more strokes and I’d make a mess and I didn’t want my cum anywhere but in Jane.

I couldn’t fucking help it. Everywhere and anywhere I looked in the classroom, I was thinking of what I’d do to her.

There was a light knock on the door.

“Come in,” I called.

The door opened and in came Jane.

With the summer sun high above in the sky outside, her cheeks were flushed from the heat. Though I couldn’t help but notice they turned redder when she met my eyes. Her eyes – they were hesitant and expectant at the same time. She knew what was going to happen, but at the same time, she wouldn’t know what to do.

I smiled at the thought. I would teach her everything and anything she needed to know, and I’d take my time. The longer the wait, the sweeter the fruit, and the expression couldn’t be any more apt than with Jane.

She stayed rooted in her place, waiting for me to tell her what to do. Yes, I would be her teacher once again. I’d fallen in love with her over the last year, listening to her joke with friends, straining to hear her laughter. She was never cruel to her classmates or catty with the other students. She was classy, beautiful and extremely intelligent. And she was lonely. I recognized the look in her eyes, the need to belong.

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