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.
“I promised I’d cook us dinner. That way, we can avoid the noise and the prying eyes.”
“And the foreplay…we can’t do that in public,” I had to add. I’d been so quiet until now I didn’t want him to think I was regretting coming over. It was all I wanted.
“Oh, Jane…” He shook his head; the smile was back on his face again. “I have so many things to teach you…”
I wanted to ask him questions, but he went into the kitchen. Exactly what could I expect? We can do foreplay and sex in public? I made a mental note to look for porn videos in public places. I realized there was tons I needed to educate myself on, but hey, if I was going to study, I’d pick sex education any day over Math or English.
The delicious scent of Italian distracted me and I went into the kitchen and watched Mr. Parker carefully pull a tray of lasagna from the oven.
“Mr. Parker, that looks delicious.”
“Just call me Gregory,” he said with a wink. “But don’t tell your classmates that.”
My heart jumped. I could call him by his first name? None of my friends could do that.
“Ex-classmates.” I matched his grin with one of my own. “I graduated yesterday, remember?”
I watched Mr. Parker – Gregory – shake his head as he kept the smile to himself. “Of course. How can I forget what we did?”
I felt a surge of warmth all over my body, from my chest to my pussy. I didn’t need to ask him to explain. We were thinking the same thing. That moment in his classroom was just too good to ever forget. I breathed out heavily; I didn’t need to worry so much. He didn’t look like he was going to run the other way anytime soon.
“Can I help with anything?” I asked.
A large part of me hoped he would say “no.” I was almost useless in the kitchen since my parents hired a full staff to run the house, from cooking to doing the laundry and gardening. I didn’t want to think it, but I suddenly felt embarrassed for living such a spoiled life. I hoped Mr. Parker wouldn’t think differently of me if he realized I was spoiled and could do almost nothing around the house. “I can handle the drinks.”
“Shh,” came his quick response. “You’re my guest. There’s garlic bread in the oven. I prepared it a while ago for us. Just sit down and make yourself comfortable.” I gave him a nod. “You can go to the living room and find something to watch. I’ll be there in a sec.”
“Okay.” I knew better than not to listen to him. When Mr. Parker wanted something, he got it. Having me over wasn’t an exception now that I was out of his classroom.
In a few minutes, he joined me with plates of lasagna and bread. My stomach grumbled when the smell wafted past my nose, and I felt my mouth start to water.
He placed the plates on the coffee table before he headed back to the kitchen. When I turned around to wonder what he was doing, he returned with a bottle of soda and two glasses in hand. He poured our drinks and then settled comfortably on the couch right beside me. Our thighs brushed against each other, and I couldn’t help the way my heart skipped a beat and my nipples tightened. He just had that effect on me.
“Are your parents alright with you being out at night?” he then asked.
Being almost a decade younger than he was, my defenses went up. “I’m eighteen already.”
He smiled at me, then glanced down at my body and replied with a murmured, “I know”.
I calmed down at that before I said, “They’re in Europe…have been for the past week.”
“Hmm…I thought so.” When I raised an eyebrow up at him, he continued, “Anne and your other friends had congratulatory flowers while…you…”
“Had nothing…I had nothing,” I finished and watched as he nodded in agreement.
Before the mood could turn any more negative, he let out a cough and steered the conversation in a different direction.
“So what are your college plans?”
I widened my eyes, both at the fact that he was halfway done with his food and that he was asking me questions. Real questions, about me. Not about how wet my pussy was or if I was wearing a bra.
I thought he was just after sex with me, a virgin, so why were we actually talking? Not that I was complaining. I definitely wasn’t. In truth, it made me like him even more. He actually wanted to talk to me, a girl who barely knew anything about the world. He didn’t look down on me. Could he get any more perfect?
Over the rest of dinner, I told him of my plans to attend the local college. All the while, I maintained eye contact, realizing I’d never tire of looking at those caramel brown eyes.