On it with her legs spread apart.
On the floor. Under the table so she was kneeling between my legs, sucking me off as I sat in my chair. Against the cabinets.
The school supplies littering around would be a nice touch – that ruler to spank her.
She’s a virgin, I reminded myself.
We’d have time for the wilder stuff later on. For now, even just thinking about traditional sex with her was enough to make me come in my pants. I tipped my head sideways and looked at the clock just above the doorframe. She’d be here any minute now, but my dick couldn’t wait any longer. I’d been rubbing at it for a few minutes now. A few more strokes and I’d make a mess and I didn’t want my cum anywhere but in Jane.
I couldn’t fucking help it. Everywhere and anywhere I looked in the classroom, I was thinking of what I’d do to her.
There was a light knock on the door.
“Come in,” I called.
The door opened and in came Jane.
With the summer sun high above in the sky outside, her cheeks were flushed from the heat. Though I couldn’t help but notice they turned redder when she met my eyes. Her eyes – they were hesitant and expectant at the same time. She knew what was going to happen, but at the same time, she wouldn’t know what to do.
I smiled at the thought. I would teach her everything and anything she needed to know, and I’d take my time. The longer the wait, the sweeter the fruit, and the expression couldn’t be any more apt than with Jane.
She stayed rooted in her place, waiting for me to tell her what to do. Yes, I would be her teacher once again. I’d fallen in love with her over the last year, listening to her joke with friends, straining to hear her laughter. She was never cruel to her classmates or catty with the other students. She was classy, beautiful and extremely intelligent. And she was lonely. I recognized the look in her eyes, the need to belong.
She was mine, she just didn’t know it yet.
“Close the door. Jane. And turn the lock.”
Chapter Three
Jane
I did as I was told. I shut the door, pressed the lock, and with every second passing I felt more and more nervous and excited at the same time. Today was the day, the day I was going to lose my virginity to Mr. Parker. Just thinking about him made me wet, and I squeezed my thighs together when I felt my inner walls clench in anticipation. I’d fantasized about this so many times. Since that first day he entered class and introduced himself as our teacher, all I wanted was for him to take me.
When I heard the click of the door, I held my breath and waited for him to give his next instruction. He’d taped thick red construction paper over the long, rectangular window in the door. His room was on the second floor. Below us, on the football field, parents and former classmates milled around taking pictures, hugging grandma and making party plans. The fact that they were so close, but had no idea where I was or what I was doing made me totally hot.
No one could see in this room but the birds. I was alone with Mr. Parker.
I didn’t know why, but I liked the feeling of being told what to do, especially coming from him. He felt stronger and more powerful when he ordered me around, and I loved the secure feeling that gave me. With him dominating me, I felt like I mattered, like he cared. I knew next to nothing about sex, even though I talked a big game and had watched loads of porn. When it came to the real thing, I needed someone to guide me and I was so happy it was going to be Mr. Parker.
As he leaned against the desk, he stared at me, took in the shapeless graduation gown. I immediately felt a surge of heat run through my veins with that stare. His eyes roamed my body, from my face to my legs, and I worried when he tipped his lips down into a frown.
What did I do?
“Take that off.” He pointed his finger at the gown.
Hesitantly, I did as I was told and kept my eyes on him as the black material fell and pooled around my brown uniform shoes and ankle socks. Suddenly, the air around me felt hotter. I was literally just a plaid skirt and panties away from being taken. I wanted this, didn’t I?
I did, I mentally reaffirmed myself.
But I didn’t know what to do! What if I didn’t please him? He’d had women, real women—not girls like me—what if I wasn’t appealing to him with my shy ways?
Before I could back out, he pushed off the desk and moved closer to me.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Jane,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue. “Passing notes in class…” I looked away, my nerves getting the best of me. My pussy wasn’t cooperating though. My muscles there were contracting and relaxing again and again. “And writing about losing your virginity instead of listening to the exam review.”