So I did. I dipped my head and pressed a kiss to her clit, lightly brushing my lips over that sensitive nub, the bundle of nerves so sensitive and tasty. And Evie immediately screamed, throwing her head back, her legs turning to jelly and practically collapsing. Fortunately I caught her before it happened, bringing the brunette up against my big chest and cradling her in my arms before placing her on my desk, helping her stretch out and get comfortable.
“Let’s get rid of these,” I ground out and with one big sweep, a stack of papers was pushed through the floor. Fuck it, there were more important things than grading right now.
And the girl writhed and sighed, nude and spread out on my desk, playing with her nips, one hand sliding down to rub her clit.
“No, baby girl,” I reprimanded, pulling her small hand away, “that’s for me.”
Because I’d pulled her hips to the edge of the desk so that her butt was perched right on the ledge, and spread her legs, holding those meaty thighs apart, her kitty wet and on full display. And without waiting a moment more, I dove in. I lapped that beautiful cunt, tasted her juice on my lips, drank her ambrosia, tracing every crevice, every curve with my tongue. And the girl creamed and gushed more, crying out my name.
“Stone, Stone!” she gasped. “More!”
And I was only too happy to oblige. I pulled her plush pussy lips apart with my fingers and angled my head for a deeper dive, pushing my tongue deep into her snatch, up that tight channel. And that’s when I felt it. My tongue flicked against a rubbery barrier in that pretty pussy, unbroken and whole, and completely unexpected.
Pulling back immediately, I raised my head and shot the girl a stunned look.
“Really?” I rasped. “Really?”
And Evie knew exactly what had happened. Her knees slammed shut and her face colored, the blush spreading entrancingly over those beautiful breasts, her chin quivering.
“Mr. Phillips,” she whispered. “I didn’t know … I didn’t know you could lick my hymen.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Evie
My secret was out. My embarrassing, humiliating secret had been discovered in the most embarrassing, humiliating way. Because how many eighteen year old virgins exist? I was probably the only one alive, the only girl who’d never had her cherry popped.
I dunno, I just never found the right guy, never found a man I wanted to be with. Like I said, until last year hardly any guys even noticed me, I was so boy-like and flat. And the few dates that I did go on were completely uninteresting, in fact they kind of turned me off the male sex. One guy had been like a slavering dog, his kiss had drenched me in saliva and I was grossed out, it was so smelly and disgusting.
And another guy had had a really high pitched voice, like an Oompa Loompa who’d inhaled helium for fun. I don’t mean to be crazy picky but it wasn’t my thing, and it crossed my mind that maybe he had some kind of hormonal disorder that I’d never heard of.
So I stuck with my naughty books, staying up nights to read on my Kindle, a hand between my legs. Except the fantasies left me with an unfortunate problem – my virginity, which Mr. Phillips had just discovered.
“I –I’m so sorry,” I whispered, unable to meet his eyes. “I thought if I didn’t say anything, you’d ….” I couldn’t even finish, I was so miserable.
“You thought I’d push my dick in and it’d be too late?” the big man ground out, his eyes never leaving my face, my body.
I nodded miserably, ducking my head.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated again, already reaching for my clothes. Suddenly I couldn’t get out of the biology classroom fast enough. I wanted to lock myself in the women’s restroom and cry silently, let the tears stream hotly down my cheeks in privacy, my shoulders heaving with repressed sobs.
Besides, I was sure Stone was going to kick me out anyways. Scratch that. My teacher would laugh in my face first and then kick me out, incredulous that there was actually a virgin in our midst, a girl untouched and unwanted.
So I struggled into my panties, eyes brimming with tears when I felt a big hand on my waist.
“Where are you going?” a deep voice rumbled.
I didn’t look up. Better to get out of there before I burst into tears, a waterfall of sobs.
“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?”