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  I nod miserably, ducking my head.

  “I’m sorry,” I repeat again, already reaching for my clothes. Suddenly, I can’t get out of the biology classroom fast enough. I want to lock myself in the women’s restroom and cry silently, let the tears stream hotly down my cheeks in privacy. My shoulders heave with repressed sobs.

  Besides, I’m sure Stone is going to kick me out anyway. Scratch that. My teacher will laugh in my face first and then kick me out, incredulous that there is actually a virgin in our midst, a girl who’s untouched and unwanted.

  I’m struggling into my panties, my eyes brimming with tears, when I feel a hand on my waist.

  “Where are you going?” a deep voice rumbles.

  I don’t look up. It’s better to get out of there before I burst into tears, a waterfall of sobs.

  “Back to class,” I mumble. “Gotta swing by my locker, pick up some stuff, gotta get to Math,” I babble incoherently, choking a little.

  But big, warm hands literally pick me up by the waist, taking me by surprise, and gently maneuver me into his lap. His thighs are warm and hard against my ass, and his strong arms surround me, cradling me.

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

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

  Stone chuckles against my hot skin.

  “There’s still twenty minutes left before next period,” he murmurs, “and you taste so sweet.” He finishes this sentence by licking up my neck.

  I shiver involuntarily then and gasp. His touch is like magic.

  “But … but …” I hesitate.

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

  I nod wordlessly, hope rising in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Phillips won’t hold it against me. Maybe he can forgive me. Maybe he can overlook the fact that I’m untested and untouched.

  Stone merely chuckles as if reading my mind.

  “Baby,” he says soothingly, one hand now caressing a breast, squeezing the soft flesh and 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,” his voice drops an octave.

  The knowledge surges through me like a wave. Stone likes that I’m a virgin? That no man has touched my private parts? That no man has ever run his dick into my sweet, wet cunt? The awesomeness of that fact makes me shiver. I’m suddenly uncontrollably happy, beaming with light. I turn to him and wrap my arms around his neck.

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

  The big man just chuckles deep in his throat. “I get it,” he rasps. “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 mutters.

  I shake my head, confused.

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

  Mr. Phillips just pulls me in close for a deep kiss, one that touches my soul and makes me shiver, tremble, and shake with currents of feeling.

  “No, honey,” he breathes 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 shiver even harder then, my eyes wide. Because what he’s saying sounds good to me. No – more than good. It lights a fire within me. My cheeks grow hot and my body is instantly ready. I smile at him, flushed and desperately eager.

  “Okay, when?” I murmur, my eyes wide. Stone just throws his head back and laughs, showing off that movie-star smile.

  “Soon, little girl, soon,” he assures me, stroking my ass with a big hand. As he caresses those meaty curves, taking a handful of flesh and rolling it in his palm, he adds, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

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

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Stone

  The gasp that leaves her lips at my statement is breathy and enchanting.

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

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

  Evie immediately flushes, her body going hot in my arms, and damn, but I love it. I love how she is so sensitive to my touch, my words, my everything. It makes me feel ten feet tall.

  I nod again, firmly.

  “I’m going to be your first, Evie,” I remark simply. “So get ready, baby girl.”

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

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

  I almost lose it then, but I force myself to resist the temptation. Fifteen minutes is nowhere near enough time for what I have planned for the delectable little treat in front of me. I want to spread her out and ravish her for hours, so I slap Evie’s bottom and let out a low growl.

  “Hell no,” I grind 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 and to come for ages. We don’t have enough time for that right now. After I’m done with you,” I add wickedly, “you’re going to be shaking for hours, little girl. For hours,” I stress.

  At those words, Evie colors again, her breath coming faster and her nips hardening even more. I swear, I feel a gush through my pant leg, her pussy is creaming with so much anticipation for her first fuck.

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

  I laugh again, a deep rumble low in my throat.

  “Tomorrow,” I nod. Hey, I need to get in the little girl just as badly as she needs to be fucked. “Meet me here after school, and I’ll have it all planned,” I say smoothly, licking up her neck again, making her sigh and tremble.

  But the brunette can’t wait. She jumps off my lap and begins struggling into her clothes, her eyes bright and her curls bouncing.

  “Oh my god, Mr. Phillips! This is going to be amazing,” she babbles, all the while shooting me a sweet smile. “Should I bring anything? Condoms? Lube?”

  I chuckle again. Trust my little A student to think of everything, just to be prepared.

  “No, I’ve got it,” I say casually. “But before you go…”

  And the girl pauses, looking at me as she slips her skirt on.

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

  To answer her question, I open my desk drawer, the metal screeching slightly on its wheels. I reach inside for a plastic baggie and pull out a grape I’d packed the night before.

  “I want you to have something to remember me by. Come here,” I beckon.

  Wearing only her high heels and panties, her skirt dropping at her feet once more, the girl glides, as if mesmerized, toward me, her eyes fixed on the grape.

  “Bend over,” I command.

  The brunette does as she’s told, facing away from me with her ass in the air. Those creamy orbs are delicious, so smooth and silky, that I almost lose my resolve and take her right then and there.

  But first things first. Hooking a finger into her panties, I
pull the wet fabric to the side, baring that steamy cunt. Again, I almost lose my nuts and bury my face in her snatch, ready to dive into that female essence. The wet folds are so tasty, so meaty, and so right.

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

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

  I drop a kiss on her ass then. “Sleep with it in you,” I command, my eyes ravenous. “I want to find it in you tomorrow, baby girl. It had better be there still.”

  With a last smack on her ass, I lick her pussy once as a good-bye, savoring the sweet taste of her come … and as a preview of tomorrow.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Evie

  I step into the shower, letting the hot water pound my body. Even though Stone hasn’t touched me, hasn’t pushed his dick into my pussy, my muscles still feel sore. I’m achy in all of the right places. Maybe it’s because I came so hard, so fast, that my body feels used and needs a little time for recovery.

  The shower is just what my body needs. Moaning deeply, I close my eyes and let 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 of me.

  The fruit teased me still. My fingers creep down between my legs and slowly touch between my labia. Yep, it’s still there; the little green globe is still being held snugly by my interior passage, my vagina having been invaded oh so subtly. I squeeze my internal muscles experimentally and immediately moan again. The grape feels good, really tantalizing, massaging my interior like a set of ben-wa balls. I can’t wait to see the big man tomorrow, let him pop the fruit out of me, and then … and then …

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

  I moan and shudder again, thinking back to the kumquat and now this grape. It might seem odd that I can be a virgin and yet still harbor the fruit in my vag, but that’s because the fruits are really small. Kumquats and grapes are about the size of an olive, so I’m able to hold them in my pussy without breaking my hymen. I can let them roll around and yet keep the thin piece of tissue intact.

  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. Remembering that moment, I color again, my body growing hot. I’d been so naïve and so untested; I’d known nothing, and Mr. Phillips had known everything. He’d recognized it as soon as he’d tasted it, as soon as he had flicked his tongue against the rubbery barrier.

  But that’s all about to change. Soon, he’ll be punching through my virginity with his cock, and I can’t wait. I want to feel that hard club in my secret space, filling me entirely, stretching me, and making me cream and melt for more. I lift a leg, placing my foot on the shower seat and baring my snatch. Picking up a razor, I massage my private parts, moaning at the rub. There’s no need for shaving cream because I’m literally so wet from my internal juices that additional lube is unnecessary. Slowly, I hold my lips apart, baring myself for the shave.

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

  That thought causes the juices to gush more and more and my legs to grow weak. Since I’m about to fall over, I sit on the shower seat and pull my knees up. Holding my lips tight once more, I run the razor over my pussy lips again, pretending it’s Mr. Phillips’ fingers this time that are trailing over my flesh, commanding me, and using me. The grape starts wobbling inside as my internal muscles start to spasm and cream; it feels so amazing. Biting my lip, I force myself to finish shaving. With a few more swipes, I scoop up every last hair, making sure my pussy is completely bare.

  But I’m not done yet. Turning around, I grab a small hand-mirror from the ledge and bend over, aiming it at my ass. Looking through my spread legs, I angle my butt and then drag the razor over my anus, trying to get as close a shave as possible on my rear end too. Because who knows? Mr. Phillips promised to pop my pussy cherry … but maybe he’ll do my ass cherry too.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Stone

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

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

  That’s one of the things I hate about Spencer, and one of the reasons why I want to get away. The kids here aren’t the type that I can really help. They already have every resource at their fingertips, yet some are still flunking, completely uninterested in anything academic. I don’t expect 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 toss away the grading I’m doing. The papers land in a messy pile, but I don’t care. My body is restless, and my mind is whirling at a hundred miles an hour. God, when will she get here? The bell rang ten minutes ago, and I’m sitting in the dark classroom like a lion awaiting its prey.

  Suddenly, there’s a soft knock and then the door opens quickly. Evie slips inside before quietly shutting the door behind her.

  I don’t say anything at first – I just take in her beautiful form, my eyes running appreciatively over every curve, every sensuous S of her body. She’s wearing something sexy today, but then again, she’d look sexy in just about anything. The brunette has a skirt on, knee-length, in a red and blue plaid. A white blouse is tucked into the skirt, highlighting the generous curve of her breasts.

  She shoots a quick smile at me.

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

  But I know exactly why.

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

  The brunette confirms 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 and really make sure everything was clear.”

  I snort then. Les Holmes is a dirty freak; he'd had his mind on a lot more than just math.

  “Listen,” I remark 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 cocks her head at me curiously. “What do you mean?”

  I just sigh. The little girl really has no idea of how appealing she is – genuine, sweet, and smart, all rolled up in a curvy, sexy package. Nor does she have any idea that guys are dogs. Even guy teachers who are supposed to be mentors and guides.

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

  Evie smiles sassily then.

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

  And with that, I’m all over her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss, parting her lips with my own, and inhaling her scent as she sighs.

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

  I’d been afraid that my crass words and dirty talk would turn her off, but the little girl’s lashes just flutter as her body goes soft in my arms.

  “Am I?” she breathes. “Am I really? Then do it.”

  Actions speak louder than words. I maneuver her to the back of the classroom, next to my desk, to 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 is covered with a silk sheet, and I’d put some flowers next to it. I had also lit a couple of candles, so that the dark classroom flickers with romantic ambience.

  “For me? Oh my.”

  I groan against her neck, “Honey, I’m sorry it’s not fancy, but the next time, it will be, I promise. I didn’t want to jump the gun and scare you this time; I wanted to keep you in an environment you know and are familiar with. But at the same time … I can’t wait any longer.”

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

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

  And I groan again, pulling that curvy body toward me so that it’s flush against my muscled chest, my dick grinding into her tummy.

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