The Teacher and the Virgin (The Virgin Pact Book 1)

by Jessa James

  “Patience, Jane,” he said, never stopping the movements of his finger. “Great things come to those who wait. Just leave it to me.”

  I closed my eyes and nodded my head, as he leaned forward, his chest against my back. We were now both bent over the desk. “Before you know it, I’ll have my dick in you, pushing in and out and feeling everything inside you. But finger you? What a naughty idea. The first thing you’ll feel in that virgin pussy will be my cock.” To make his point, he ground his pants against my tender ass, all the while his finger pleasured my clit.

  My moans grew louder as he continued to rub against me. I could feel the build-up inside me, like something great was about to happen.

  I kept mouthing out “more”, and he never once stopped moving his finger. My clit was swollen and sensitive beneath his attentions, my pussy lonely. It had never felt like this when I touched myself. I wanted more.

  “Fuck me, please,” I begged, when the feeling was getting too much to handle for a virgin like me.

  “What did I say about patience, Jane?” he said, his free hand coming down on my bottom, the sting mixing with my need. He sounded both serious and teasing at the same time. “I’m in charge. This is my classroom, isn’t it, Jane?”

  I nodded my head.

  “Are you the teacher?”

  “No.” I wouldn’t know what to do, much less lead someone else. Damn it, Jane. I internally reprimanded myself.

  “That’s right,” he ran a hand up and down the back of my bare thigh, making me shudder. “Because I’m your teacher.”

  “Yes, sir.” The reply came naturally to my lips.

  We were going to have sex – I just needed to wait. We’d get there, but I wanted it now. The heat in my pussy was just too much, and I felt like I was going to lose it.

  “Good,” he said, continuing to rub his fingers against me as he leaned forward so I could see his face. “Are you sure you want this, Jane? For me to take your virginity? Once we start, there’s no backing out. You’ll be mine.”

  Mine.

  I nodded my head against the desk. “Yes.” I said it again but louder this time. “Yes, sir.”

  “Perfect. Are you on birth control?”

  He stopped when I shook my head. “No. I brought a condom.”

  He spanked me again. “You’re mine, Jane. And I want to take you bare. I want to feel everything when my cock is buried balls deep inside you.”

  I whimpered at the idea of his cock entering me, skin against skin as he broke through that tight barrier. But I was also afraid. I wasn’t ready for a baby. I wasn’t ready for this.

  His finger moved to the entrance of my pussy, circled it. “We’re not having sex today. And we’re not having sex with a condom. Ever. I don’t want anything between us,” he began. “You’re going to the doctor tomorrow and get the birth control shot.”

  “Yes, sir.” I nearly wilted in shocked relief. So that was it? This was some kind of tease? A test? What?

  His finger moved away and he stepped back. I waited in place for a moment, then pushed up away from the desk. When I spun to face him, his eyes dropped to the apex of my thighs and I quickly pushed my uniform skirt back down before tugging at my panties.

  “Those come off.”

  I glanced up at him as I was working them up, then gulped, changing direction. I slid them over one foot, then the other, placing them in the hand he held out.

  I was achy and needy and so damn horny as I watched him tuck them into his pants pocket. My bottom stung from his punishment. I felt… chastised and I definitely learned one lesson. Mr. Parker was not going to let me get away with anything. I also learned that not coming was more of a consequence than a spanking.

  There was a hint of disappointment stirring inside me. So we weren’t having sex today? Was he mad I wasn’t prepared, that I’d told him we’d use a condom?

  But all my insecurities and questions flew out the window when he said, “There are other ways we can pleasure ourselves for now…so, so many more ways.”

  The sexy smirk on his face both unnerved and excited me.

  Going around the desk, he pulled back his chair, sat down.

  “I’ll take your virgin mouth first, young lady.”

  He crooked his finger and as I came around the desk to join him, he undid his belt buckle. When I stood between his parted knees—him at my front and the desk behind me—his palm came up to cradle my cheek again, and I couldn’t help but nuzzle it closer to him. His hand felt warm and rough, the hands of a man, and it made me feel protected.

  A large part of me was nervous at what was about to happen. I’d watched enough porn to know he’d fill and fuck my mouth.

  Slowly, I dropped to my knees before him.

  “I’ve dreamed of you being right here. Open my pants.”

  I did as instructed as he continued to talk.

  “I imagined you beneath my desk, your mouth on me, sucking the cum from my balls.”

  I moaned at the thought of doing that to him as the other girls sat at their desks and took their final exams. I wouldn’t have a written test. My grade would come from oral work.

  There was that smile on his face – the mixture of a grin and a smirk – but his eyes looked softly at me. I didn’t need to worry and overthink so much. Just with the look he gave me, I knew no harm was going to come to me.

  Hesitantly, my hands began unzipping his pants and my eyes stared at the thick bulge beneath. He didn’t wear underwear.

  “Jane…” The sound of my name brought me back to reality. “Are you alright?”

  I blinked my eyes once and then twice and then looked up at the man before me through my lashes. My pussy was throbbing. I wanted – needed – to feel more, but we weren’t having sex today. I couldn’t believe I thought we were going to have sex with condoms. He was way more experienced than I could ever imagine, and I still couldn’t believe he wanted to have sex with me. Just that thought made me feel hornier, if that was even still possible.

  “Tell me what to do,” was all I said, and his eyes softened all the more.

  “Of course,” came his response, and then, he squeezed my hand before he put it over the open zipper. “You’re going to learn how to suck my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”

  He breathed heavily when my hand started to rub up and down, and then, he took his cock out of his pants. I could only stare for a few seconds as I nodded my head. This was the first time I’d ever seen one in real life, but damn, his cock was huge, even for porn standards. He didn’t notice my shell-shocked expression, or if he did, he ignored it. Instead, he wound my fingers around his length and started to move my hand up and down. Up and down.

  I licked my lips. “Yes, sir.”

  “You can start with your hands before you use your mouth,” he advised, words slow and interspersed with groans of pleasure.

  With a slow nod, I continued to move my hand up and down the length of his dick before my mouth hovered just above the tip. I planted soft, quick kisses on his head and it caught me by surprise when it jerked every time I kissed and sucked slowly. I quickly felt more confident and started to take more of him into my mouth, deeper and deeper until I moved my hand away. The groan he elicited was music to my ears. He sounded like he was doing his best to keep quiet, but he just couldn’t do it.

  “Yes, Jane…” He said to me as his head fell backwards and his eyes remained closed. “That mouth of yours… you definitely know how to use it. I thought you were a good girl.”

  I didn’t feel like a good girl. I was on my knees in my classroom with the broad head of Mr. Parker’s cock touching the back of my throat. I wondered how far I could deep-throat him as I breathed through my nose. I’d make gagging noises from time to time, but he didn’t seem turned off. It actually turned him on even more, if his hands taking fistfuls of my hair was any indication.

  “Yes, Jane…that’s perfect,” he murmured, his hands guiding the movements of my head, up and down his dick. “Yo
u’re fucking perfect.”

  Before I knew what was happening, I felt his dick twitch inside my mouth and then a flood of his cum overpowered me. Salty. It tasted like him. I froze on the spot as it inundated my mouth.

  “Swallow it.”’

  I did automatically, again and again to get it all down. When the flood stopped, I moved my head back and I could see some cum dripping off the tip of his still hard length. I quickly lapped it up and made sure nothing was left. When my eyes lifted to his, I could see Mr. Parker staring intently at me. He looked well sated.

  “Shit, Jane,” he began. “You were amazing.”

  Kneeling before him, I felt small. While I knew I’d pleased him, I worried I didn’t compare to all the other women and their experience. “You’re just saying that to—”

  “No, I’m not.” He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. “You followed my directions, and fuck…you swallowed while your mouth was still around my dick. Virgin or not, you’re very rare, Jane.”

  I didn’t know how to reply to that. For a virgin like me, his words felt like I’d just won the Olympics. I’d been scared and nervous the whole time. I hadn’t wanted to disappoint him—I still didn’t— and it was amazing to know I had pleased him. I could breathe now.

  “And this was just you sucking me off.” His face was a cross between exalted and confused. “I’m sure fucking your pussy will be amazing.”

  “I’m getting the shot first thing tomorrow,” I promised.

  I was sure I could squeeze myself in for a last-minute appointment at a nearby clinic. I was eighteen and didn’t have to worry about the doctor telling my mom I was getting birth control. She probably wouldn’t even care if I was being sexually active. Maybe, she’d be even proud that I was being safe.

  “I can’t wait,” he said, taking a piece of paper from his drawer and scribbling something on it. “Here’s my address. Meet me at my place tomorrow evening. I’ll cook us dinner.”

  All I could do was nod, but deep inside me, the butterflies were aflutter in my stomach.

  “Wear your uniform, but no panties.”

  Just another nod again.

  “I’ll check.”

  And with that, I stood up and headed for the door. “And Jane?” I turned my head to look at him, just as I had the last day of class. This time, I knew he wanted me. I had a belly full of his cum to prove it.

  “Don’t touch yourself. That pussy belongs to me. I didn’t let you come on purpose. A spanking isn’t the only punishment I’ll give you if you’re naughty. If you come on your own, I’ll know.”

  My inner walls clenched as I wondered how I’d be able to make it until tomorrow night.

  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…”