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. Thank fucking God 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 with her was 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.
She was mine, she just didn’t know it yet.
“Close the door. Jane. And turn the lock.”
3
Jane
I did as I was told. I shut the door, pressed the lock, and with every second passing I felt more and more nervous and excited at the same time. Today was the day, the day I was going to lose my virginity to Mr. Parker. Just thinking about him made me wet, and I squeezed my thighs together when I felt my inner walls clench in anticipation. I’d fantasized about this so many times. Since that first day he entered class and introduced himself as our teacher, all I wanted was for him to take me.
When I heard the click of the door, I held my breath and waited for him to give his next instruction. He’d taped thick red construction paper over the long, rectangular window in the door. His room was on the second floor. Below us, on the football field, parents and former classmates milled around taking pictures, hugging grandma and making party plans. The fact that they were so close, but had no idea where I was or what I was doing made me totally hot.
No one could see in this room but the birds. I was alone with Mr. Parker.
I didn’t know why, but I liked the feeling of being told what to do, especially coming from him. He felt stronger and more powerful when he ordered me around, and I loved the secure feeling that gave me. With him dominating me, I felt like I mattered, like he cared. I knew next to nothing about sex, even though I talked a big game and had watched loads of porn. When it came to the real thing, I needed someone to guide me and I was so happy it was going to be Mr. Parker.
As he leaned against the desk, he stared at me, took in the shapeless graduation gown. I immediately felt a surge of heat run through my veins with that stare. His eyes roamed my body, from my face to my legs, and I worried when he tipped his lips down into a frown.
What did I do?
“Take that off.” He pointed his finger at the gown.
Hesitantly, I did as I was told and kept my eyes on him as the black material fell and pooled around my brown uniform shoes and ankle socks. Suddenly, the air around me felt hotter. I was literally just a plaid skirt and panties away from being taken. I wanted this, didn’t I?
I did, I mentally reaffirmed myself.
But I didn’t know what to do! What if I didn’t
