The Naughty Virgin: A Teacher Student Romance Read online

  “Back to class,” I mumbled. “Gotta swing by my locker, pick up some stuff, gotta get to Math,” I babbled, incoherent, choking a little.

  But big, warm hands literally picked me up by the waist, taking me by surprise, and gently maneuvered me into his lap, his thighs warm and hard against my ass, strong arms surrounding me, cradling me.

  “Now why would you do that?” Stone nuzzled against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “What’s the rush?”

  “It’s lunch,” I babbled again, although I was as still as a doe under his touch. “I have to get ready for next period.”

  Stone chuckled against my hot skin.

  “There’s still twenty minutes before next period,” he murmured, “and you taste so sweet,” he rumbled, licking up my neck.

  I shivered involuntarily then, sighing a bit, gasping, his touch like magic.

  “But … but …” I hesitated.

  “But you thought I wouldn’t want you because you’re a virgin?” he said, finishing my thoughts, tracing his tongue around my ear now, caressing the soft shell.

  And I nodded wordlessly, hope rising in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Phillips wouldn’t hold it against me. Maybe he could forgive me, look around the fact that I was untested, untouched.

  And Stone merely chuckled as if reading my mind.

  “Baby,” he said soothingly, one hand now caressing a breast, squeezing the soft flesh, weighing it in his palm. “There’s nothing more exciting to me than knowing you’re a virgin. Knowing that no man’s ever touched you before, that I’m going to be the first … and maybe the only,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

  The knowledge surged through me like a wave. Stone liked the fact that I was a virgin? That no man had touched me in my private parts, that no man had ever run his dick into my sweet, wet cunt? It made me shiver, suddenly uncontrollably happy, beaming with light. I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “Mr. Phillips,” I said seriously, looking deep into those blue eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with it, that you’re my first, I mean?” I asked, still tentative. “I understand if you don’t want to be, a lot of people don’t want to be the first.”

  And the big man just chuckled deep in his throat.

  “I get it,” he rasped. “Taking a virgin is a big responsibility, but honey I’d be honored. I want to, in fact I need to, and besides, it’s too late now,” he said.

  I shook my head, confused.

  “Too late?” I asked. “Why? You haven’t put it in me yet, my hymen’s still unbroken.”

  And the big man just pulled me in close for a deep kiss, one that touched my soul, made me shiver, tremble and shake with currents of feeling.

  “No honey,” he breathed against my mouth. “It’s too late because I’ve already gone too far … I’m going to take you because I have to have you.”

  And I shivered then, my eyes wide. Because what he was saying sounded good to me. No, more than good, it lit a fire within, my cheeks growing hot, my body instantly ready, and I smiled at him, flushed and desperately eager.

  “Okay, when?” I murmured, eyes wide, and the big man just threw his head back and laughed, showing off that movie-star smile.

  “Soon, little girl, soon,” he assured, stroking my ass with a big hand, caressing those meaty curves, taking a handful of flesh and rolling it in his palm. “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”

  And I couldn’t wait … I couldn’t wait to feel him all over me, on me, over me and most importantly, in me.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Stone

  The gasp that left her lips was breathy and enchanting.

  “You have to have me?” she breathed, eyes wide. I thought I might melt into those pools of caramel, she was so innocent yet so knowing at once. “What do you mean?”

  “All I mean baby,” I rumbled deep in my throat, a big hand stroking her gleaming haunches, rubbing that generous ass, “is that I’ve already tasted your hymen and I’m going to be the man that breaks it.”

  Evie immediately flushed, her body going hot in my arms, and damn but I loved it. I loved how she was so sensitive to my touch, my words, my everything, it made me feel ten miles tall.

  I nodded again, firm.

  “I’m gonna be your first, Evie,” I said simply. “So get ready baby girl.”

  And the brunette melted in my arms then, her soft flesh pressed against my hard chest, those big boobs dying for a kiss, a taste.

  “Now?” she breathed. “Mr. Phillips, there’s only twenty minutes until next class but I could skip,” she offered, a full-body flush running through her form, making her heat up in my arms.

  And I almost lost it then but forced myself to resist. Twenty minutes was nowhere near enough time, nothing close to what I had planned for the delectable little treat in front of me. I wanted to spread her out and ravish her for hours, so I slapped Evie’s bottom and let out a low growl.

  “Hell no,” I ground out. “I’m not going to have your first time be rushed and hasty, that’s no way to treat a virgin. I want you to love it baby, to eat it up, to come for ages and we don’t have enough time right now. After I’m done with you,” I added wickedly, “you’re going to be shaking for hours, little girl, hours,” I stressed.

  And Evie colored again, her breath coming faster, nips hardening even more. I swear I felt a gush through my pant leg, her pussy was creaming with so much anticipation for her first fuck.

  “When then? Tomorrow?” she breathed, her eyes bright, her lips slightly parted.

  And I laughed again, a deep rumble low in my throat.

  “Tomorrow,” I nodded. Hey, I needed to get in the little girl just as badly. “Meet me here after school and I’ll have it all planned,” I said smoothly, licking again up her neck, making her sigh and tremble.

  But the brunette couldn’t wait. She jumped off my lap and began struggling into her clothes, eyes bright, curls bouncing.

  “Oh my god, Mr. Phillips, this is gonna be amazing,” she said, all the while shooting me a sweet smile. “Should I bring anything? Condoms? Lube?”

  And I chuckled again. Trust my little A student to think of everything, to be prepared.

  “Naw, I got it,” I said casually. “But before you go …”

  And the girl paused, looking at me as she slipped her skirt on.

  “What? What is it?” she asked breathily.

  And here, I opened my desk drawer, the metal screeching slightly on its wheels. I reached inside for a plastic baggie and pulled out a grape I’d packed the night before.

  “I want you to have something to remember me by,” I said smoothly. “Come here,” I beckoned.

  And wearing only her high heels and panties, her skirt dropping at her feet once more, the girl glided, as if mesmerized towards me, her eyes fixed on the grape.

  “Bend over,” I commanded.

  The brunette did as told, facing away from me, her ass in the air, those creamy orbs delicious, so smooth and silky that I almost lost my resolve, almost took her right then and there.

  But first things first. I hooked a finger into her panties and pulled the wet fabric to her side, baring that steamy cunt. Again, I almost lost my nuts and buried my face in her snatch, ready to dive into that female essence, the wet folds so tasty, so meaty, so right.

  But using iron control, I forced myself into action. With one finger I parted her pussy lips so that her vaginal passage was revealed, the little hole dripping and tight. With my other hand, I slipped the grape up her channel, pushing it in just an inch or two so that her lips closed snugly over the fruit.

  “Ohhh,” Evie moaned, eyes closed, head between her knees. “Ohhhh.”

  And I dropped a kiss on her ass then.

  “Sleep with it in you,” I commanded, my eyes ravenous. “I want to find it in you tomorrow, baby girl, it better be there still.”

  And with a last smack on her ass, I licked her pussy once as a good-bye, savoring the sweet taste of her cum …
and as a preview of tomorrow.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Evie

  I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water pound my body. Even though Stone hadn’t touched me, hadn’t pushed his dick in my pussy, my muscles still felt sore, I was achy in all the right places. Maybe it was because I’d come so hard, so fast, that my body felt used, needed a little time for recovery.

  And the shower was just the thing. Moaning deeply, I closed my eyes, letting the hot water massage my sore muscles. Because what had happened at lunch today was incredible. Not only had I deep-throated Mr. Phillips but he’d touched me, fondled my breasts, stroked my pussy … and left me with a grape inside.

  And the fruit teased me still. My fingers crept down to between my legs and slowly touched between my labia. Yep, it was still there, the little green globe held snugly by my interior passage, my vagina invaded oh so subtly. I squeezed my internal muscles experimentally and immediately moaned again. The grape felt good, really tantalizing, massaging my interior like a set of ben-wa balls and I couldn’t wait to see the big man tomorrow, let him pop the fruit out of me and then … and then …

  Oh god, I couldn’t wait. I wanted his dick and I wanted it bad. Mr. Phillips was everything after all. Intelligent, handsome, with an athletic bod and a real gift as a teacher. He was so smart, so experienced, and I was lucky to be his student. I was even luckier because Mr. Phillips’s specialty was biology and I was getting a lesson in the birds and the bees, up close and personal.

  I moaned and shuddered again, thinking back to the kumquat and now this grape. If you’re wondering how I can be a virgin and yet still harbor the fruit in my vag, it’s because the fruits are really small. Kumquats and grapes are about the size of an olive, so I was able to hold them in my pussy without breaking my hymen, let them roll around and yet keep the thin piece of tissue intact.

  And speaking of hymen, the whole scenario this afternoon had been a surprise. I had no idea that a man could taste your hymen, that he could literally lick it if he stuck his tongue far enough up your snatch. I colored again, my body growing hot. I was so naïve, so untested, I knew nothing and Mr. Phillips knew everything, he’d recognized it as soon as he tasted it, as soon as he flicked his tongue against the rubbery barrier.

  But that was all about to change. Soon he’d be punching through my virginity with his cock, and I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to feel that hard club in my secret space, feel it fill me entirely, stretch me, make me cream and melt for more. So my body heated again as I lifted a leg, placing a foot on the shower seat, baring my snatch. Picking up a razor, I massaged my private parts, moaning at the rub. There was no need for shaving cream because I was literally so wet from my internal juices that additional lube was unnecessary, and slowly I held my lips apart, baring myself for the shave.

  Choking back a gasp, I ran the razor over my left pussy lip, the touch smooth and raspy at once. I wanted to be bare as baby for tomorrow, completely fresh and nubile, my pussy soft and sensitive. So I stroked the razor up and down, dreaming of Mr. Phillips all the while, pretending it was his tongue.

  And the juices gushed more and more, my legs growing weak. Since I was about to fall over, I sat on the shower seat and pulled my knees up, placing my feet on the seat and pulling my butt over to the edge. Holding my lips tight once more, I ran the razor over my pussy lips again, pretending it was Mr. Phillips’ fingers this time, trailing over my flesh, commanding me, using me. The grape started wobbling inside, my internal muscles were starting to spasm and cream, it felt so amazing. So biting my lip, I forced myself to finish. With a few more swipes, I scooped up every last hair, making sure I was completely bare.

  But I wasn’t done yet. Turning around, I grabbed a small hand-mirror from the ledge and bent over, aiming it at my ass. Looking through my spread legs, I angled my butt and then dragged the razor over my anus, trying to get as close a shave as possible on my rear end too. Because who knows? Mr. Phillips had promised to pop my pussy cherry … but maybe he’d do my ass cherry too.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Stone

  This was so fucking wrong. I was supposed to be tutoring Evie for a fucking test, and instead I was fucking my student. Correction. I hadn’t fucked her yet, but I was about to and nothing was going to stop me. A nuclear blast, a hurricane, absolutely nothing was getting between me and that untouched pussy.

  Because I couldn’t wait. There was just something so tantalizing about fresh pussy, that kitty untouched, having never harbored a man’s dick before. And the fact that it was Evie’s kitty? Even better. The teen was everything that I ever wanted, sweet, generous, not at all stuck up despite being at this snooty school.

  That’s one of the things I hate about Spencer, why I want to get away. The kids here aren’t the type that I can really help. They’ve already got every resource at their fingertips and yet some are still flunking, completely uninterested in anything academic. I’m not expecting Einsteins but I do expect the students to be somewhat motivated, to at least care about their own futures. But these kids … I guess when your family’s got that much money, it’s hard to see the point of school.

  So I tossed away the grading I was doing, the papers landing in a messy pile, my body restless, my mind whirling at a hundred miles an hour. God, when was she going to get here? The bell had rung ten minutes ago and I was sitting in the darkened classroom like a lion awaiting its prey.

  Suddenly, a soft knock came on the door and then it opened quickly, the brunette slipping inside before quietly shutting the door behind her.

  I didn’t say anything at first, just took in her beautiful form, my eyes running appreciatively over every curve, every sensuous S of her body. Evie was wearing something sexy today, but then she’d look sexy in just about anything. The brunette had a skirt on, knee-length, in a red and blue plaid as well as a white blouse that tucked in, highlighting the generous curves of her breasts.

  And she shot a quick smile at me.

  “Hi Mr. Phillips,” she said, a little shy suddenly. “Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t get away from Math for whatever reason,” she explained, rolling her eyes.

  But I knew exactly why.

  “You taking trig with Lester Holmes?” I asked, hackles raised.

  And the brunette confirmed it, nodding.

  “Yeah, Mr. Holmes is super nice and always wants to make sure that we understand the concepts. I asked a question during class and he had me stay late so that he could explain things further, really make sure everything was clear.”

  I snorted then. Les Holmes was a dirty freak and he had his mind on a lot more than just math.

  “Listen,” I said casually, leaning back in my chair. “Be careful around that guy okay? Les Holmes seems okay on the outside but you can never really tell.”

  Evie cocked her head at me curiously.

  “What do you mean?”

  And I just sighed. The little girl really had no idea of how appealing she was, genuine, sweet, and smart, all rolled up in a curvy, sexy package, nor did she have any idea that guys were dogs, even teachers who were supposed to be mentors and guides.

  “All I’m saying is, be sure to look over your shoulder, you know?” I rumbled, getting up from my chair. “Don’t let Holmes get you into a classroom alone.”

  Evie smiled sassily then.

  “The way we are now, Mr. Phillips?” she asked provocatively, jutting a hip out. “I mean, I’m alone in a classroom with you right now. Am I in danger?”

  And I was all over her then, taking her mouth in a deep kiss, parting her lips with my own, inhaling her scent as she sighed.

  “Yeah, you’re in a lot of fucking danger,” I rasped down her throat, my hands stroking up and down her waist before coming around to weigh her breasts in my palms, squeeze that delectable flesh. “Because you’re about to get fucked.”

  And I was afraid my crass words, the dirty talk would turn her off but the little girl’s lashes just fluttered, her body going soft in my arm
s.

  “Am I?” she breathed, “Am I really? Then do it.”

  And actions speak louder than words. I maneuvered her to the back of the classroom, next to my desk where I’d blown up an air mattress. Yeah, it’s not fancy at all, actually it’s pretty pathetic but I’d tried to make it nice. The mattress was covered with a silk sheet and I’d put some flowers next to it, plus a couple candles so the darkened classroom flickered with romantic ambience.

  “For me?” she breathed sassily. “Oh my.”

  And I groaned against her neck.

  “Honey, I’m sorry it’s not fancy but the next time, it will be, I promise,” I ground out into her smooth flesh. “I didn’t want to jump the gun and scare you, I wanted to keep you in an environment you knew, were familiar with, but at the same time … I can’t wait any longer.”

  But Evie pulled back for a moment, her eyes big pools of melted chocolate.

  “Is there going to be a next time?” she whispered against my mouth, her tongue flickering against mine, tantalizing, teasing.

  And I groaned again, pulling that curvy body towards me so that it was flush against my muscled chest, my dick grinding into her tummy.

  “You bet there’s gonna be a next time,” I growled, pulling her hair a bit so that she arched her neck from the tension, deliciously aroused. “But fuck, let’s just stick with this time, baby girl.”

  And with that, I began ravaging the untouched virgin. I kissed her mouth, trailed my lips down her chin, across her jaw, before dipping lower and skimming against her décolletage. Oh fuck, she was so delicious, so creamy as I tasted the soft flesh with the tip of my tongue.

  “Take off your shirt,” I rasped and with trembling fingers, Evie obeyed. One button after another popped open and my dick punched out ninety degrees at the sight of her tits. Because she hadn’t worn a bra and her Double Ds were on full display, huge, pendulous, tipped with hard bits of pink at the top.

  “Oh fuck,” I groaned, my eyes glued to that chest. “Oh fuck little girl, how’d you get so beautiful?”