“And this was just you sucking me off.” His face was a cross between exalted and confused. “I’m sure fucking your pussy will be amazing.”
“I’m getting the shot first thing tomorrow,” I promised.
I was sure I could squeeze myself in for a last-minute appointment at a nearby clinic. I was eighteen and didn’t have to worry about the doctor telling my mom I was getting birth control. She probably wouldn’t even care if I was being sexually active. Maybe, she’d be even proud that I was being safe.
“I can’t wait,” he said, taking a piece of paper from his drawer and scribbling something on it. “Here’s my address. Meet me at my place tomorrow evening. I’ll cook us dinner.”
All I could do was nod, but deep inside me, the butterflies were aflutter in my stomach.
“Wear your uniform, but no panties.”
Just another nod again.
“I’ll check.”
And with that, I stood up and headed for the door. “And Jane?” I turned my head to look at him, just as I had the last day of class. This time, I knew he wanted me. I had a belly full of his cum to prove it.
“Don’t touch yourself. That pussy belongs to me. I didn’t let you come on purpose. A spanking isn’t the only punishment I’ll give you if you’re naughty. If you come on your own, I’ll know.”
My inner walls clenched as I wondered how I’d be able to make it until tomorrow night.
Chapter Four
Jane
I liked and hated the feeling of the night wind brushing my bare pussy beneath my short skirt. I was the only person still wearing the school uniform. I’d graduated and was no longer a student. But I was Mr. Parker’s student, and if he wanted me to wear the naughty schoolgirl uniform, I’d wear it.
Just as he ordered, I wasn’t wearing any panties, and the moment I left my car and walked up to his front porch, I felt hot and cold at the same time, cool from the night yet heated with the thoughts racing through my head. A part of me was scared. It’d been drilled in my head never to talk to a strangers, much less go to their house. I shook my head at my own thoughts.
Mr. Parker wasn’t a stranger. I’d been attending his class for the past year. I’d sucked him off the day before. If he was up to no good, he would’ve shown his true colors already. I pushed the negative thoughts to the back of my head; I knew I was just psyching myself out.
Getting the birth control shot earlier this morning seemed like a wake-up call, that this – losing my virginity – was really going to happen. I was a bit bummed out though when the gynecologist told me I’d have to wait seven days to be protected against pregnancy if I had sex. I made a mental note to tell Mr. Parker about that. He’d be able to wait… right? He didn’t need sex asap, right? He wouldn’t look for someone else…right?!
He opened the door before I could ring the bell.
“I heard your car pull up,” he explained. At least I knew he was eager to see me.
He made a move to the side to let me in. “You better not be wearing anything underneath that uniform, young lady.”
Just the deep command of his voice made me wet.
When I turned to face him, he’d closed his front door and leaned against it, arms crossed.
I realized he was waiting for me to show him.
Slowly, I pulled up my skirt, held the hem with my fingers at my waist. His eyes widened at the sight of my pussy, bare and wet for him. I didn’t know why he looked so surprised, but he stared at it in such an intense and mysterious way that I couldn’t help but think back to after graduation. Sucking him off had felt so good. I thought women did it just to please the men, but I would do it anytime without him even asking. It made me feel powerful, the way I’d been the one to make him come. Little young virgin like me had made Mr. Parker blow his load.
Everything about it – I just wanted more, the shape of his dick, the way it felt around my hand and lips and throat, and even the feeling of his cum flooding my mouth. The taste of it.
“Did you see the doctor?”
I tipped my head into a nod and started to lower my skirt, but the shake of his head stilled my hands.
“I want to look at my virgin pussy.”
I cleared my throat and blushed, but answered his question. “The doctor… she um, said we have to wait a week.”
He only nodded in reply and told me I could let my skirt drop. “Come.”
He took my hand and let me in. His place felt like home. It wasn’t as big as my parents’ house, which really was a mansion, but it was more than enough for him. The living room was equipped with a high-tech computer gaming system, and right below his TV, there were numerous consoles waiting to be played. It wasn’t the gadgets that made me feel hotter and wetter than I already was though; it was the furniture. I was thinking of all the places we could have sex, from the computer desk and three-seater couch to the dining table for four and the granite kitchen counter. My mind was running a marathon, and he was the only one that could satiate it.