Double Dare(97)

But when the handsome man called my name unexpectedly, I was surprised and jerked in my seat.

“Evie,” he said with a casual grin, “were you listening?”

“Um, yes,” I said, biting my lip, looking down while growing beet red. “Totally, yes.”

“Okay, what did I just say then?”

“Um,” here I bit my lip again. But fortunately Mindy saved me with her frantic hand gestures. “You said that the exam’s going to be next week, and it’s going to cover Chapter Seven,” I parroted. Incredible that I knew Mindy so well that she could transmit such detailed information to me, but we weren’t able to pull one on Mr. Phillips, he could see her gestures, we were only fifteen feet away after all.

“That’s right,” he said. “But may I speak to the both of you after class today?”

Mindy spun around to face forwards with a shocked look, making me giggle a little. My friend is such a drama queen, it’d been obvious that she’d been signaling to me but she wasn’t about to let that hold her back.

“But-but I didn’t do anything,” she wailed piteously.

“How’d you know I was talking to you then?” rumbled Mr. Phillips wryly.

“I-I didn’t do anythiiiiing!” was all Mindy wailed again. And maybe it was the tears welling in her eyes, or the way her chin trembled and shook, but suddenly my friend was off the hook and I was the only one who had to stay after.

So when the bell rang, I gathered my books nervously, my heart beating a million miles a minute. My classmates brushed past me and I kept my head down, biting my lip while looking around.

“Don’t be too long,” whispered Mindy under her breath. “I’ll save you a seat at lunch and you can tell me all about Homecoming.”

And that made me color because Homecoming had been awesome, I’d had an unforgettable session with my kumquat in the privacy of a darkened hallway, spilling my juices while moaning to the high heavens. And the juiciest part was that I’d been fantasizing about Mr. Phillips the entire time. Yep, my unsuspecting biology teacher had no idea that he’d been the source of an ecstasy-driven orgasm, a little fruit mixing with his handsome face to bring me to heaven again and again. So I bit my lip and looked around … and found Mr. Phillips staring at me, eyes knowing and warm like he could read my mind.





CHAPTER FOUR


Stone




Evie was downright gorgeous, shy but an absolute stunner. She was curvy everywhere, with big boobs, a round ass, and wide, swinging hips that made my mouth water and she walked towards me.

Because how could I not notice? The brunette was nothing like the silly ditzes who threw themselves at me all the time. Take Kim for example. The blonde thought she was so sexy with her long golden hair and huge tits, but it was actually kind of gross because the hair was way too long, she was practically Rapunzel at this point, ready to hoist someone up to her window. And the tits? Kim was the proverbial tits on a stick, a huge set of D’s bolted onto a scrawny body.

Because I hated that look. It was popular with some guys, sure, an underweight skeleton accessorized by huge gazongas, but that wasn’t me. I like fleshy and real, a juicy ass to grab, huge handfuls of breast, and chunky thighs to bite into. So Kim was borderline gross in my world view, made all the worse because she sat up front each day, batting her eyelashes my way.

But the girl I really wanted to know had just made things easy for me. Evie stood nervously by my desk, her hands crossed in front of her, shy and ducking her head, that mass of glorious brunette curls distracting me. What would it feel like to run my hands through the shining fall, wrap a strand or two around my dick? But I shook myself. I was getting ahead of myself.

“So,” I began casually, leaning back in my chair. “I hear you’re aiming to take the AP exam at the end of the year.”

“Um yeah,” she said, biting her lip, her cheeks slightly pink. “But it’s not because your class is bad or anything, Mr. Phillips. It’s because I’m learning so much that I figured I might be able to pass the exam with just a little extra studying.”

My eyebrows shot up.

“Just a little extra?” I asked. “The AP exam is really tough and my class is regular biology, not advanced placement. How are you going to pass that thing, much less get a five?” A five was the highest score you could get.

“Well,” Evie said, looking hesitantly at me. “My parents have offered to spring for a tutor. Sort of,” she corrected. “I have to pay for some of the sessions myself.”

My eyebrows raised again.

“Biology tutors don’t come cheap,” I rumbled casually. “A colleague of mine tutors on the side but it’s a hundred fifty bucks a pop. That’s a hundred fifty bucks per hour,” I stressed.