Double Dare(119)

Boomer and his antics only highlighted what I already knew, what had been swimming around my subconscious. Because no matter how much I believed myself to be an adult, no one would see it the same way. At eighteen, I felt mature, felt like I could handle myself, but the outside world was different. What they saw was a young girl, naïve and inexperienced, who had her virginity taken by a sleazy older guy, someone who had power over me. How to make it right? How would Stone and I overcome these preconceived notions?

The truth was that I had no idea. But Stone and I were a team, and on Monday, I’d be back in Biology. My cheeks heated and my body warmed at the thought of seeing my handsome teacher again. I couldn’t wait, couldn’t wait to see him in action, his explanations of boring scientific concepts clear and concise, his charisma making even the dullest topic interesting. Plus afterwards? Well, there was always lunch, dinner, or even the air mattress in the locked classroom again. I was so hungry for him, for his body and his mind, that it didn’t matter … I needed Mr. Phillips, badly, as soon as possible.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN


Evie




I smoothed my skirt, taking a deep breath before walking into the classroom. I was nervous to see Mr. Phillips again, our romance still new, and my stomach did flips in anticipation. I couldn’t wait for his warm gaze to land on my curves, make me tingle inside, my cunny growing wet with expectation. So I’d gotten dressed carefully, thinking about his words.

He’d mentioned like he liked curvy, so that morning I’d struggled into a snug bodysuit, the tan material hugging my breasts, my cleavage jutting out like a prow. My Double D’s looked like Double F’s this way, but hey, the big man said big boobs turned him on and I was only too happy to please.

Thoughtfully, I picked out a matching skirt. I didn’t want to look too trampy, so I pulled out a pleated number that hit mid-thigh, sexy but still decent. Hmm, yeah this would work well. I didn’t want shorts or pants because with the bodysuit, all Mr. Phillips would have to do was flip my skirt up, unsnap the buttons under my vagina and drive right in. There were no extra hindrances and my crotch was already slightly damp, the nectar beginning to run.

But now, standing outside the classroom, I just wanted to look normal to the outside world even though my breath was already coming fast. Oh god, just the thought of seeing Stone again turned me on and I could feel a small smile dancing around my lips, my eyes sparkling. Putting an extra sway into my walk, I sashayed in, books clutched to my chest, my gaze immediately darting to the teacher’s desk at the back of the room.

But there was no sign of the big man. Instead an appreciative whistle greeted me.

“Lookin’ good, Evie, lookin’ good,” drawled Chip McCreighton, Spencer Prep’s starting quarterback. Any other girl would have giggled with happiness, ecstatic that the Big Man on Campus was paying attention, an alpha male throwing compliments. But I felt nothing. Chip was overbuilt, like a gorilla from the jungle and I was sure he was using steroids to get that big. Plus, he was hopelessly juvenile next to Mr. Phillips. His acne stood out, violently red on his neck, and the blue letter jacket looked immature and boyish.

“Um, hey,” I said setting down my books on a desk in the back, frowning. Where was Mr. Phillips? He was always in the classroom when I got there, he had another class right before ours. Had he slipped out to use the restroom? Was he catching a break outside somewhere?

But Janice, our TA, waltzed to the front of the room.

“Hey Chip, hey everyone,” she said sultrily, perching on a stool next to the projector. “I’m in charge today, Mr. Phillips had an emergency and asked me to run through the powerpoint with you.”

I frowned. An emergency? Why hadn’t he told me? Oh wait, maybe he didn’t have my phone number so couldn’t call or text. But still, I was disappointed and worried. I cared about what happened to him and this was unexpected, a huge letdown after a weekend of waiting.

So I dragged myself through class, barely able to pay attention. I’d been looking forward to seeing Stone, smiling at him, our little secret in the air between us, even more charged because of all the unsuspecting students milling around. And now to be going through a powerpoint slide by slide, with Janice literally reading the words verbatim, was a huge letdown. My body deflated and I felt lifeless, the energy seeping out of me with every passing minute.

Finally the bell rung and I got up, gathering my stuff. I was just about to swing my bookbag over my shoulder when a shadow loomed.

“Hey Evie,” growled a deep voice. It was Chip again, towering over the desk, twice as wide as he should have been. The dude worked out way too much, he looked more like a bodybuilder than an agile, powerful athlete. But to each his own and I smiled politely.