Mr. Teacher_Single Dad & Virgin Romance

by Kelli Callahan

  My eyes must be deceiving me. I really have been staring at these papers for too long.

  When Charlotte appeared at the door of my classroom, I was convinced that I was hallucinating. Surprisingly, she took the initiative and suggested that I ask her out. I wasn’t sure if it was still some obsession left over from her high school days, but I couldn’t say no. I hadn’t been on an actual date since my divorce and while a date with Charlotte wasn’t going to be applauded by the principal or the school board, I was willing to take the risk. I would have been a fool to reject her. If she really was the kind of girl her reputation suggested she was, it would be one hell of date—a happy ending was almost guaranteed.

  OKAY, THIS IS HER ADDRESS.

  I parked my car in Charlotte’s driveway and turned off the ignition. It had been so long since I had been out on a date that I could feel uneasiness in my stomach. I opened the door and walked up her steps, pausing when my finger was inches from the doorbell. Once I rang it, there would be no turning back. Charlotte was so incredibly hot, so unbelievably beautiful, and if her reputation was any indication, there was a good chance I wouldn’t be going to bed alone.

  Here goes nothing.

  I hit the doorbell with my finger and took a step back, clutching a bouquet of flowers in my hands. I wasn’t sure if flowers were still a respectable gift, but it felt right. I heard footsteps inside and I waited to see the face of my date, but when the door opened, I saw her sister Veronica instead. Veronica wrinkled her nose as if she was disgusted and shook her head. After a couple of seconds, she pulled the door back.

  “Come in, Mr. King.” She stared as I walked inside. “Are those for me?”

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “They’re for your sister.”

  “Way to win me over. I’m the one you should be trying to impress. She’s already going on a date with you. I’m the judgmental little sister.” She narrowed her eyes and then turned towards the stairs. “He’s here!”

  “Sorry, Veronica. Maybe I’ll remember to bring flowers for you next time.” My lips formed a half smile. “Perhaps if you stay out of detention…”

  “Don’t bet on it.” She rolled her eyes and walked towards the kitchen.

  Charlotte appeared at the top of the stairs and she took my breath away the instant I saw her. She wore a gorgeous form fitting red dress that highlighted every curve. I felt underdressed even though I was wearing a suit. She started walking down the stairs and my heart got a little faster in my chest. It had been a long time since I had felt anything like that. I no longer had any concerns about asking out a former student. She was exactly what I needed to bring me out of the dark abyss my life had become.

  “You look gorgeous.” I held out the bouquet. “These are for you.”

  “And I’ve got something to put them in.” Veronica walked back to the staircase with the vase in her hand.

  “You seem to be very interested in getting us out of here.” Charlotte took the flowers, smelled them, and then put them in the vase. “You don’t have anything planned that will make me regret leaving you alone, right?”

  “No.” Veronica shook her head quickly. “I’m an angel.”

  Somehow I doubt that is true.

  “You better not be lying to me.” Charlotte glared at her little sister.

  I took Charlotte’s hand as Veronica walked towards the kitchen. I saw the evil intentions in Veronica’s eyes. Charlotte seemed to pause for a moment as she stared at Veronica until she was out of sight, but then turned her attention back to me. We walked outside, I opened the car door for her, and then we were on the way to the restaurant. I had a lot of trouble not looking over at her as I drove. The dress might have covered her breasts, but there was little left to the imagination. They were so perfect that I was distracted from the road for a moment.

  “See something you like?” She smiled and looked over at me.

  “You’ll have to forgive me for staring, you are unbelievably beautiful.” I let out a sigh and turned my attention back to the road.

  “I’m not complaining.” She reached over and put her hand on my knee. “It took you long enough to notice me.”

  “You were a plagiarist and a student.” I looked down at her hand for a second and then looked back towards the road.

  “You didn’t like bad girls?” She slid her hand towards my inner thigh.

  “Maybe you were cute, but I didn’t want to be dragged out of the school in handcuffs.” I gripped the steering wheel when her hand got close to my cock.

  “Handcuffs could be fun.” She giggled and pulled her hand away.

  My head was spinning by the time we got to the restaurant. She was completely intoxicating. She had me buzzing more than the whiskey I had the night before.

  I opened the passenger door and helped her out. She pushed her hand into the crook of my arm and we walked into the restaurant, where I had a table reserved in the back corner. It was fairly private, even though the restaurant was packed. The meal would cost a fortune on a teacher’s salary, but Charlotte was worth it. We sat down and I picked up the menu, blinking as I realized exactly how expensive everything was.

  Chapter 3: Charlotte

  I was feeling out of my element because I had reached the apex of my experience with guys. I had a reputation in high school, mostly due to stories I fabricated, but none of it was true. The sad reality was that I had never actually had sex with anyone. I was still a virgin. It was easy to pretend in high school and once the reputation was out there, it didn’t require much effort to cultivate the stories. Guys hit on me and while some of them got a date, they weren’t going to admit to their friends that they didn’t get past first base with the school slut.

  “So, am I allowed to order anything?” My eyes practically bulged out of my head when I saw how expensive everything on the menu was.

  “You can pick whatever you want.” Gavin nodded as he looked up at me, and then his eyes went back to the menu.

  “Do you like wine? I don’t really know which one is best…” The names were Frech to me, and I spent more time in detention than French class, but I liked what I had tried previously.

  “Do you want a red wine or a white wine?” He tilted his head as he read through the names.

  “Red?” I shrugged and put the menu down. “Does that go with pasta?”

  “I think so.” He chuckled and put his menu down as well. “I prefer whiskey.”

  “Whiskey?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “I figured you stuck with water.”

  “There might be a few things you don’t know about me.” He winked and motioned for the waiter to come over.

  The waiter gave us some suggestions and Gavin chose one that was fairly expensive, but well recommended. An hour later, we were halfway through our meal and the bottle had taken a respectable dent. I wasn’t totally buzzing, but I was feeling it. Gavin seemed to lighten up after a couple of glasses, and I was giggling at everything he said. He was a lot more interesting than I realized. There seemed to be more to him than the incredible physique and stone colored eyes that could melt your feet to the floor.

  “How is it that someone didn’t scoop you up the second the ink was dry on your divorce papers?” I reached for my glass and lifted it to my lips.

  “I guess I didn’t put myself out there like I should have.” He lifted his glass and sipped the wine. “I’m okay with that though, because now I’m here with you.”

  “You know I had a huge crush on you, right?” I put my glass back down and picked up my fork. “Like, you probably don’t even want to know the details.”

  “You, half the other girls in my class, most of the soccer moms in loveless marriages, and my co-workers.” He chuckled and shrugged. “I’m not blind.”

  We finished our food and decided we were too full for dessert. The end of dinner made my stomach churn with concern. I wasn’t on a date with a high school boy I could control with a little teasing. Gavin was older and a lot more experienced
. If he pushed for more than a goodnight kiss, I was going to have to reveal that I wasn’t the wild girl my reputation made me out to be. I liked him, but I was terrified that my secret would bring the best date of my life to a screeching halt. We walked outside the restaurant and he put his hands on my hips.

  “I’m guessing we should go back to my place since you don’t exactly have the house to yourself.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck.

  “Gavin…” My words got caught in my throat as his lips made me shiver. “I have to tell you something.”

  “Why waste time talking?” He squeezed my ass and turned me around. “There’s something we can do with our lips that is so much better.”

  He slid a hand up my back and when it was resting on my neck, he pulled me close. His lips crushed mine and his tongue slid into my mouth. All of the fantasies I had created in my mind didn’t prepare me for the real thing. His kiss made my head spin. I started kissing him back and he got even more forceful, tightening his grip as he pillaged my mouth with his passion. I lost touch with the real world and while our lips were connected, nothing mattered but the two of us in that moment. When he finally leaned back, I was gasping for air, but I didn’t mind at all.

  “You were saying?” He tilted his head and his stone colored eyes seemed to get more intense as he looked at me.

  “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of this very moment.” I looked down at the ground. “But I am not the girl you think I am.”

  “You’re not a gorgeous young woman in a red dress that leaves me breathless?” He leaned forward and kissed my ear. “You’re not having fun?”

  “I really like—god, this is a dream come true.” I sighed deeply and felt a chill sweep over me as his lips moved down to my neck. “I’m just not sure I’m what you want. All of the stories you heard about me weren’t true. I’ve never been with a man before…”

  “I’m sure I’m different from the boys you’re used to.” He let his tongue linger on my neck as he kissed it again.

  “That’s not what I meant.” I gasped and squeezed his shoulder. “I’m still a virgin.”

  “Wait, what?” He leaned back and his eyes grew wide with surprise. “Are you serious?”

  “I am.” I lifted my eyes to meet his. “Like I said, I’m probably not what you’re looking for, even if I’m floating on a cloud right now.”

  “This is unexpected, I’ll admit.” He moved his hands down to my hips and then suddenly pulled me close again. “But it isn’t enough to scare me off. I still want to take you back to my place.”

  “There’s nowhere else I want to go.” My heart skipped a beat as I watched his eyes flicker.

  I expected him to reject me when he found out that I didn’t exactly live up to the bad girl reputation I had in high school. I figured it would be an abrupt end to the date. When he led me back to his car and started driving to his house, I was practically trembling. He was the man I always dreamed about losing my virginity to. He was the fantasy that was locked in the realm of impossibility. I no longer regretted my choices. I had wanted it so long that even three years apart hadn’t quelled the desires.

  We got back to his house and the minute the door was closed, his lips were on mine again and his hands were tugging at my dress. My hands explored his physique, pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants.

  “God, you’re so fucking hot.” His lips moved up to my ear.

  “Mr. King…” I giggled and slid my hand underneath his shirt. “That’s the kind of language that gets people sent to detention.”

  “You would know.” He pulled on my dress until it was bunched around my waist. “You ended up there more than anyone.”

  “I guess I did.” I nodded and ran my hands up his muscular back.

  “I always thought you got off a little easy.” He leaned forward and delivered a smack on my panties. “You never really paid for all of your naughty behavior.”

  “Is that why you brought me home with you?” I smiled and moved my ass against his hand. “Do I need another trip to detention?”

  “Not the kind of detention you’re used to.” He lifted his hand and brought it down a little harder, and his fingers traced the outline of my panties until he was rubbing my pussy through the fabric.

  “I think I like this version of detention.” I gasped and ran my hands through his hair.

  “Yeah, you always seemed to enjoy getting in trouble.” He squeezed my ass and led me to the couch in his living room.

  “I couldn’t help it. I was just a born troublemaker.” I grinned for a moment and then shrugged my shoulders.

  “I know how to handle troublemakers.” He took a seat on the couch and pulled me across his knee.

  “Are you going to spank me, Mr. King?” I looked over my shoulder and bit down on my lip.

  “Yes, I am.” He nodded and slid his fingers into the waistband of my panties. “I think we can both agree that you deserve it.”

  Gavin peeled my panties off my ass and slid them down my thighs. I wiggled my ass and got a stinging smack in response. A second one followed and his hand moved between my thighs. I moaned when his finger slid across my labia and circled my clitoris. He was the first man to touch it and there was an immediate reaction. My clitoris formed a hard knot underneath his finger and my pussy got even wetter than it already was. After a couple of rotations, he pulled his hand away and delivered another hard smack on my ass.

  “I thought spankings were supposed to hurt.” I looked my shoulder again and grinned. “This is just turning me on.”

  I definitely shouldn’t have taunted him. He shifted me on his knee and quickly delivered ten hard smacks in a row, bouncing from one side of my ass to the other. They were hard enough to leave a sting behind, even when he stopped. The pain didn’t register for long though, because he immediately started rubbing my clitoris. The combination of his finger and the spanking was like magic between my legs. He moved to the entrance of my pussy and slid the tip of his finger inside me, moving it in a circle.

  “Oh god…” I moaned and felt my body starting to quiver from his touch.

  “This tight virgin pussy is going to be mine when I decide I want it.” His tone got a little more forceful. “But I think you need a little more punishment first.”

  He pulled his finger away and started spanking me again. The smacks were harder, but the fire that was raging inside overpowered the sting. I started to grind my hips against his leg, rising up to meet his hand each time it came down. I had never imagined myself as the type of girl to like that sort of thing, but each time his hand came down, it made my pussy vibrate. I grabbed his pants and twisted the fabric around my fists. I definitely didn’t feel like I was getting punished. I started to moan each time his hand landed, squeezing my thighs to try and amplify the temporary surge of pleasure.

  “You like being spanked.” He slid his fingers back to my clitoris. “You want more, don’t you?”

  “Yes!” I nodded quickly and started to grind myself against his finger.

  “I could keep you over my knee all night and you still wouldn’t pay for all of the naughty things you did in high school.” He pulled his hand away from my pussy and started to spank me again.

  The next round was harder than the previous one and lasted even longer. It actually started to feel like punishment, even though my pussy was vibrating underneath the smacks. Just when I thought I was going to squeal, he stopped and started stroking my clitoris. The pain evaporated in an instant as my body embraced his touch. I felt pressure building up inside of me quickly, the same way it did when I pleasured myself. My muscles tensed up for a second, and then the point of no return approached rapidly.

  “Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum!” My breathing turned to panting as he continued to circle my clitoris.

  “I don’t think you deserve that yet.” He slowly brought his finger to a stop, let it graze along my labia, and then started to deliver another series of smacks.

 
I knew I probably deserved a good spanking considering all of the things I had done over the course of my life, especially the things I got away with at Glendale High School. The stinging sensations got more intense as he picked up the pace. He had left me so turned on with his touch that I would have endured anything to feel it again. I kept moving my ass up towards his hand, hoping each smack would be the one that ended the punishment and brought his finger back to my clitoris.

  “Please…” I whimpered and squirmed on his knee. “Please, let me cum.”

  “I wonder how many boys you had begging for the same thing with all the teasing you used to do.” He landed several hard smacks in the center of my ass.

  “More than I care to admit…” I slumped my shoulders and sighed.

  “It feels different to be on the receiving end, doesn’t it?” He moved his finger to my clitoris, flicked it, and immediately pulled it away.

  “Yes!” I nodded and groaned with frustration when the contact I craved was taken away.

  “You may have a diploma that says you are a graduate of Glendale High School, but I think there are still a few lessons you can learn from me.” There was a brief pause and then I felt the sting start over as he started spanking me again.

  Chapter 4: Gavin

  What started as a simple act of foreplay had begun to morph into something different. There was an untapped dynamic that seemed to flourish between us. I liked watching her squirm while she was over my knee, having her perfect heart-shaped ass reddened for a lifetime of bad behavior. She seemed to like being there on the receiving end, especially when I rewarded her with a little bit of touching. She wanted more, but I was going to make her earn it.

  “You’re so fucking wet.” My finger slid along her saturated labia and pressed on the entrance of her pussy.

  “You’re the one that made me that way.” She moved her hips and forced my finger to rub against her hymen.

  “There won’t be anything left of your innocence when I’m done with you.” I stretched her hymen slightly and then pulled my finger free.