She was still shy when it came to her sexuality, but she was getting better at owning it. She was starting to make eye contact more often, and she was always an eager student when it came to listening, making sure she heard and followed everything I said.
“Oh, you do?” The only response she gave was a nod, but that was more than enough. “Do you like it when I tell you what to do? When I tell you how to suck my dick?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and I watched as she closed her eyes for a second.
“When I punish you for being a bad girl?”
“Yes.”
“When I reward you for being good?” I put my hand on her bare thigh and slid it upward beneath the hem of her uniform.
“Hm—” I watched her take in a deep breath before she answered back, “Yes, I love it.”
“Did you touch yourself last night when you were alone in your bed? Did you spread those thighs and put your fingers in that virgin hole? Did you make yourself come?”
She shook her head vehemently.
“Well, you’ve definitely been a good girl then, following everything I say,” I began. I hooked a finger under her chin and tipped her head up until our eyes met. “And do you know what good girls get?”
Her cheeks quickly turning red. “I hope… I hope I get to come.”
“You’ll find out,” I said with a mischievous smile, as I slowly pushed her back onto the couch, so her back was comfortable against the cushion.
By the time I was done with her, she’d be a wet mess in my hand…or mouth. I couldn’t wait for it – seeing the look of euphoria from her first time being eaten out.
I dropped to my knees on the carpet in front of her. I didn’t hesitate to pull her ass closer to the edge of the couch before I spread her knees apart. I sucked in a breath when I saw the lips of her pussy glistening wet and taunting me. Inhaling, I breathed in her sweet scent.
“You’re dripping wet,” I growled, her cream even coating her thighs.
She moaned and lifted her hips when I slid my fingers through her desire. I wanted to take her slowly, almost painstakingly. I wanted her to beg desperately for me. For what I’d give her. No one else would make her this way.
I wanted her to moan and scream as loud as she wanted. I couldn’t care less if her noises kept my neighbors awake. She was eighteen. Everything we were doing was legal, but in this case, legal didn’t mean safe and boring. I almost chuckled loudly at the thought. I had a lot of things in mind, and none were safe or boring. There was a lot in store for her.
Bringing the wetness to my mouth, she watched as I licked my fingers clean. Her taste was sweet and tangy and my mouth watered for more.
I glimpsed her virgin hole with her lips parted and wanted to rip open my pants and sink into her. It wasn’t time yet. Even if I could claim her now, I wouldn’t. There were so many firsts with her I had to claim before I took her cherry.
“You like that?” I asked with a smile, the pad of my thumb rubbing circles over her clit. I felt a surge of confidence run through me when every soft touch I laid on her had her moving her hips. I couldn’t wait for the finale, and my dick was telling me to get on with it.
Jane spread her legs wider. Her pussy capped with only a narrow strip of pale hair. She kept it tidy, trimmed, and maintained, and I just couldn’t help but think that every second with her was full of surprises.
For a virgin, she certainly seemed to know what to do and how to act. My mind flitted instantly to the day before. She’d never even seen a dick in real life, but she sure knew how to suck mine. But the bashful looks and the soft, barely audible voice gave it away though – her being a virgin.
“Mr. Parker—” she moaned, eyes shut tight.
“That’s right, you’ll call me Mr. Parker when you’re wearing your uniform, when you’re my student,” I told her. “I want to hear that when you’re begging me for the dirtier, naughtier things I’m going to do to you.”
A moan and then two came out from her lips, as her head fell onto the cushion and she arched her back.
“Undo your blouse and show me your breasts.”
Her hands came up to the tiny buttons and undid them, parting the sides so that her pert mounds were exposed.
I tsked her. “No bra, Jane. Did anyone else see your hard nipples through that thin blouse? Did anyone else see those pert tits bob and sway as you walked?”
“No sir,” she said as I cupped one and brushed my thumb over the tight tip. It was a perfect handful, not too big, perhaps a B cup… if she wore a bra. They were high and perky, just as a young lady’s should be.