Double Dare(106)

But that was all about to change. Soon he’d be punching through my virginity with his cock, and I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to feel that hard club in my secret space, feel it fill me entirely, stretch me, make me cream and melt for more. So my body heated again as I lifted a leg, placing a foot on the shower seat, baring my snatch. Picking up a razor, I massaged my private parts, moaning at the rub. There was no need for shaving cream because I was literally so wet from my internal juices that additional lube was unnecessary, and slowly I held my lips apart, baring myself for the shave.

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

And the juices gushed more and more, my legs growing weak. Since I was about to fall over, I sat on the shower seat and pulled my knees up, placing my feet on the seat and pulling my butt over to the edge. Holding my lips tight once more, I ran the razor over my pussy lips again, pretending it was Mr. Phillips’ fingers this time, trailing over my flesh, commanding me, using me. The grape started wobbling inside, my internal muscles were starting to spasm and cream, it felt so amazing. So biting my lip, I forced myself to finish. With a few more swipes, I scooped up every last hair, making sure I was completely bare.

But I wasn’t done yet. Turning around, I grabbed a small hand-mirror from the ledge and bent over, aiming it at my ass. Looking through my spread legs, I angled my butt and then dragged the razor over my anus, trying to get as close a shave as possible on my rear end too. Because who knows? Mr. Phillips had promised to pop my pussy cherry … but maybe he’d do my ass cherry too.





CHAPTER TEN


Stone




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

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

That’s one of the things I hate about Spencer, why I want to get away. The kids here aren’t the type that I can really help. They’ve already got every resource at their fingertips and yet some are still flunking, completely uninterested in anything academic. I’m not expecting 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 tossed away the grading I was doing, the papers landing in a messy pile, my body restless, my mind whirling at a hundred miles an hour. God, when was she going to get here? The bell had rung ten minutes ago and I was sitting in the darkened classroom like a lion awaiting its prey.

Suddenly, a soft knock came on the door and then it opened quickly, the brunette slipping inside before quietly shutting the door behind her.

I didn’t say anything at first, just took in her beautiful form, my eyes running appreciatively over every curve, every sensuous S of her body. Evie was wearing something sexy today, but then she’d look sexy in just about anything. The brunette had a skirt on, knee-length, in a red and blue plaid as well as a white blouse that tucked in, highlighting the generous curves of her breasts.

And she shot a quick smile at me.

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

But I knew exactly why.

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

And the brunette confirmed 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, really make sure everything was clear.”

I snorted then. Les Holmes was a dirty freak and he had his mind on a lot more than just math.

“Listen,” I said 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 cocked her head at me curiously.

“What do you mean?”