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.