CHAPTER NINE
Evie
I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water pound my body. Even though Stone hadn’t touched me, hadn’t pushed his dick in my pussy, my muscles still felt sore, I was achy in all the right places. Maybe it was because I’d come so hard, so fast, that my body felt used, needed a little time for recovery.
And the shower was just the thing. Moaning deeply, I closed my eyes, letting the hot water massage my sore muscles. Because what had happened at lunch today was incredible. Not only had I deep-throated Mr. Phillips but he’d touched me, fondled my breasts, stroked my pussy … and left me with a grape inside.
And the fruit teased me still. My fingers crept down to between my legs and slowly touched between my labia. Yep, it was still there, the little green globe held snugly by my interior passage, my vagina invaded oh so subtly. I squeezed my internal muscles experimentally and immediately moaned again. The grape felt good, really tantalizing, massaging my interior like a set of ben-wa balls and I couldn’t wait to see the big man tomorrow, let him pop the fruit out of me and then … and then …
Oh god, I couldn’t wait. I wanted his dick and I wanted it bad. Mr. Phillips was everything after all. Intelligent, handsome, with an athletic bod and a real gift as a teacher. He was so smart, so experienced, and I was lucky to be his student. I was even luckier because Mr. Phillips’s specialty was biology and I was getting a lesson in the birds and the bees, up close and personal.
I moaned and shuddered again, thinking back to the kumquat and now this grape. If you’re wondering how I can be a virgin and yet still harbor the fruit in my vag, it’s because the fruits are really small. Kumquats and grapes are about the size of an olive, so I was able to hold them in my pussy without breaking my hymen, let them roll around and yet keep the thin piece of tissue intact.
And speaking of hymen, the whole scenario this afternoon had been a surprise. I had no idea that a man could taste your hymen, that he could literally lick it if he stuck his tongue far enough up your snatch. I colored again, my body growing hot. I was so naïve, so untested, I knew nothing and Mr. Phillips knew everything, he’d recognized it as soon as he tasted it, as soon as he flicked his tongue against the rubbery barrier.
But that was all about to change. Soon he’d be punching through my virginity with his cock, and I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to feel that hard club in my secret space, feel it fill me entirely, stretch me, make me cream and melt for more. So my body heated again as I lifted a leg, placing a foot on the shower seat, baring my snatch. Picking up a razor, I massaged my private parts, moaning at the rub. There was no need for shaving cream because I was literally so wet from my internal juices that additional lube was unnecessary, and slowly I held my lips apart, baring myself for the shave.
Choking back a gasp, I ran the razor over my left pussy lip, the touch smooth and raspy at once. I wanted to be bare as baby for tomorrow, completely fresh and nubile, my pussy soft and sensitive. So I stroked the razor up and down, dreaming of Mr. Phillips all the while, pretending it was his tongue.
And the juices gushed more and more, my legs growing weak. Since I was about to fall over, I sat on the shower seat and pulled my knees up, placing my feet on the seat and pulling my butt over to the edge. Holding my lips tight once more, I ran the razor over my pussy lips again, pretending it was Mr. Phillips’ fingers this time, trailing over my flesh, commanding me, using me. The grape started wobbling inside, my internal muscles were starting to spasm and cream, it felt so amazing. So biting my lip, I forced myself to finish. With a few more swipes, I scooped up every last hair, making sure I was completely bare.
But I wasn’t done yet. Turning around, I grabbed a small hand-mirror from the ledge and bent over, aiming it at my ass. Looking through my spread legs, I angled my butt and then dragged the razor over my anus, trying to get as close a shave as possible on my rear end too. Because who knows? Mr. Phillips had promised to pop my pussy cherry … but maybe he’d do my ass cherry too.