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The Teacher and the Virgin (The Virgin Pact Book 1)

By:Jessa James

Chapter One

Jane



"Who?" the note read.

I turned my head to the right and met my friend Anne's curious green eyes. She raised an eyebrow up at me, remaining quiet. There was no talking in class, but I immediately knew what she was asking. Words weren't needed. Not for this.

Who was I planning to lose my virginity to?

Anne and I, and eight other girls in the senior class, made a pact to lose our virginity by the end of summer. Graduation was next week, so we had a couple months to get the deed done before we all went off to college. All of us being eighteen, we'd felt it was past time, especially since going to an all girls' school made near impossible to find worthy boys. We wanted to go to college experienced.

I didn't want to be the last virgin in our group, but I didn't have to worry. I didn't have to find a boy I liked. I didn't have to pretend to be in love, or chase after some stranger at the mall. I knew exactly who I wanted to get naked with.

I wanted Mr. Parker to take my virginity. I wanted my teacher to punch my V card.

Mr. Parker. He was only a few years older than me, and not skinny and awkward like the guys my age. No, he was all man.

While I saw him every day for my US government class, I doubted he noticed me. I was just one of his many students. One more young woman in an endless see of long hair and cherry flavored lip gloss. I existed in an ocean of khaki and plaid, the school's overly conservative uniform. Underneath, I wore a lace bra and matching g-string panties every other day, the days I had Mr. Parker's class.

And before class, I went to the ladies room and took off the bra. I loved the way my heavy cotton shirt rubbed my sensitive nipples, and I hoped he'd notice the hard tips that ached for his touch.

He was gorgeous and educated, his hard ass and broad shoulders made my innocent body squirm. I didn't want to be innocent, not when I was around him. I wanted to be naughty, but I doubted he noticed me.

But I noticed him. Every inch of his well-muscled form.

Yeah, he was the one who I was going to give myself to. I had no idea how, but it was going to happen.

He was gorgeous, dark hair that was overly long for the rules of the private school. He wore a tie to please the principal, but the knot was always loose, as if he hadn't the time to get completely dressed. I spent most of the class fantasizing about all the ways he could tie me up with that long strand of silk and turn me into a real woman.

"Ladies, I know it's the last day of classes before exams, so we're going to do a review on everything the final exam will cover. Colleges still look at final grades." His deep voice made me shiver and I couldn't stop staring at the muscles in his neck. I wanted to taste him. Which was weird, but I couldn't stop imagining kissing him … all over.

I wasn't worried about the final exam. This was the one class I was getting an A in, the one class where I always paid attention. How could I not stare at Mr. Parker for the entire hour? If the other girls thought I was gawking at the hot teacher, what did I care? They gawked, too. I couldn't keep her eyes of the flexing muscles in his forearms. He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirts to write on the board, and I always had to go back and read what he wrote after. I couldn't stop staring at his hands.

Even Molly seemed hypnotized when he moved, and I was pretty sure she was a lesbian.

He was that hot. But none of the other girls would have him. No. If he was going to have one of us, if he was going to take a young, virgin pussy, then it was going to be mine.

I spent the entire year watching his ass as he walked back and forth lecturing. I studied the veins in the back of his hand as he wrote on the board. I studied his mouth and wondered what his lips would feel like against mine.

When the bell rang at the end of every class, I left the room with wet panties and hard nipples.

His class was the best part of my day. I even raised my hand to answer questions and preened when he smiled at me when I gave the correct answer. I wanted to please him, which was another odd sensation for me. I wasn't a people-pleaser. But for Mr. Parker? Well, I wasn't quite sure where I would draw the line, but I wanted to find out.

With Anne's note in my hand, I stared up at Mr. Parker from my seat in the third row. He was trying to be stern, but he was probably just as ready to be done for the summer as we were. The school was small, one of those girls' prep schools for rich parents who wanted a sheltered education for their privileged daughters. Yes, we always got teased about the usual stereotype, how we were crazy, spoiled, entitled brats with issues. The school had kept me from boys my age, which is what my parents wanted, but their plan backfired. It put me in front of the one man I craved.   





 

Yes, I wanted a man.

I didn't want to be fucked by a boy who had no clue what he was doing. I wanted Mr. Parker.

Oh yes. I shifted in my chair, trying to ease the ache in my pussy at the thought of him filling me up. I wanted him to take my cherry, to split me wide open-his cock would be big-and he'd do it right.

While he continued to talk about the three branches of government, his smooth velvety voice only made dark carnal thoughts, wild fantasies, fill my mind.

"Fuck me," I'd tell him, glancing at the desk just behind him.

Yes, the desk. I fantasized about that desk almost as much as I did Mr. Parker. I was no longer the good student, but one who'd been bad. Very bad.

I'd be bent over his hard desk with my plaid uniform skirt barely hiding my ass. I'd have had to undo the top few buttons of my prim white shirt so he could see that I wasn't wearing a bra, my nipples tightening as they touched the cold wood.

A shiver would run down my spine when his finger grazed my lace panties. I would feel the heat pool there, making the damp fabric cling to my folds.

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" the familiar velvety voice would say. His breath would warm my neck as he leaned over me, dominating me. I'd squeeze my legs together to try and ease the growing ache, but it wouldn't work. The press of his hand against the lips of my pussy would have me crying out.

"You're just wearing a thong in my class and no bra." His voice would be a mix of shock and mischief, and I would no doubt blush as he reached around and cupped an exposed breast.

Teachers weren't supposed to behave this way, I'd think, even as his other hand would come down on my ass in a harsh swat. They weren't supposed to reprimand naughty schoolgirls over their desks, but I would wiggle my hips because I'd want the spanking he'd give. I'd push my pert bottom out for more, for anything he'd give me.

"Do you know what happens to girls when they're naughty?" he'd ask.

"They get punished."

"That's right," he breathed against my neck. "But you're extra naughty, so you'll get my hand instead of the ruler. I want to make sure I can feel every single count."

Nothing about the way Mr. Parker would look at me would be soft. He would be like a beast with its prey. His look would be hungry, with me the answer to quenching his thirst. I would shiver again when his finger started to rub painfully, slowly against the gusset of my thong. His other hand would start to move against my ass cheeks, my bare flesh available for him.

"After your ass is nice and red, then you'll show me that you're a good girl again and suck my cock. Nice and deep." He would rub a finger over me, slip the tip just inside my virgin heat as he held me in place over his desk. "And then I'm going to taste your naughty pussy and make you come."

I moaned at the thought of him teaching me exactly how he liked it, of him dominating me, making me his. The mangled sound stirred me from my fantasy. I shifted in my seat again, trying to rub my thighs against my swollen clit.

All around me were my classmates, but they seemed not to notice the sound I'd made just thinking about Mr. Parker.

While he was the Civics and Government teacher in this small, private school, he'd finished law school last year and was studying for the bar exam. Being a teacher wasn't his career, like the other teachers who'd been at the school for decades. He was on the fast track to becoming a lawyer. He should have been stiff and stodgy; all the teachers were. Safe even, but nothing about the way he stared at me spelled "safe."

Sometimes, I imagined that he stared, that his gaze traced the curve of my leg or lingered on my lips. I dreamed that he wanted me, masturbated in his shower thinking about taking me over his desk. I dreamed that he couldn't control himself when it came to me, that I was so beautiful, so perfect that he couldn't say no.

No imagination needed on my end. I definitely wouldn't say no.

Mr. Parker was nine years older than I was  –  yes, I stalked him  –  and a man of that age had years of experience I could only dream about. That easily spelled trouble for me, but I wasn't running away from it. I wanted him and if I had to be punished because of it, I was fine with that, as long as Mr. Parker was doing the punishing.

Anne was writing something down on a piece of paper while the others worked on a practice test and whispered about what they were doing over the summer. I couldn't care less.

Why would I, when the only thing I wanted was standing right in front of me?

I spun around when another piece of paper hit my head. Anne raised and lowered her eyebrows at me. I realized my imagination had run wild again. I should've known better. Having almost-sex with Mr. Parker would never happen in real life. I saw him every day in class, and he'd never want anything to do with me. I was his student and too young. Yes, I was eighteen, but still...   

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