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  The Naughty Virgin

  A Teacher Student Romance

  (Erotic Romance)

  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

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  ABOUT THE BOOK

  Evie needs some discipline and Mr. Phillips is just the man to teach her a lesson.

  When Mr. Phillips asked me to stay after class one day, it was no big deal. After all, he was my Biology teacher, smart, interesting and with a great body to boot. But after everyone left, things started getting interesting …

  Because Mr. Phillips drew all the shades.

  Locked the classroom door.

  And ordered me to kneel.

  And when he pulled out a cucumber, I gasped …

  Because the only thing I could say was, “Teacher, YES!”

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  DEDICATION

  To those who adore fruits and veggies …

  Here’s to experimentation!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Evie

  I clutched my books to my chest, walking down the hallway self-consciously. My girls are so huge, big Double Ds, that sometimes I’m embarrassed if I don’t cover them somehow. So often I hug my books to me tightly, like a shield against … what, I’m not sure.

  Because I’m a curvy brunette with a couple extra pounds. Okay, you got me, it’s more than a couple extra pounds. I’m generously proportioned, with big boobs, wide, swaying hips, and an ass that you could serve a meal on. I can’t help it. Just last year, I’d been normal, even skinny, but overnight my new figure popped out and I’m still not used to the Jessica Rabbit proportions.

  Take last week for example. I’d wandered down the hall past some meathead jocks, guys from the football team and usually it’s no big deal. I’m used to being an invisible girl and probably half the kids at school wouldn’t be able to pick me out from a crowd. Except it was different this time. As I skulked by, chin down, anonymous in jeans and a sweater, the guys began nudging each other, whispering before one finally spoke.

  “Nice rack,” grunted Chip Wilsey. “Hubba hubba, baby girl.”

  And I’d colored, picking up the pace so that I was practically speedwalking before rounding the corner and coming to a stop, taking a deep breath. It felt so strange. I could still feel the male eyes on my ass, my back, my thighs, my boobs, and I thought it’d be bad, but instead it just felt … different. Like tingly, shivery, shaky different. Kind of exciting if I was honest about it, it was nice to have guys appreciate my assets, especially after years where I was nothing but a shadow. So I flushed, bit my lip, and moved on, savoring the experience, storing the memory for long nights alone in my bed.

  But even my new-found figure couldn’t get me a date for Homecoming. Oh no, I was going stag, there was no one waiting at the door with a corsage and a cheesy smile. So I’d resigned myself to getting ready with my friend Mindy as she waited for her boyfriend Homer to pick her up. Homer was okay. He and Mindy had been “dating” since fifth grade and he was a gamer type – his latest thing being Pokemon Go! which I thought was a little juvenile for high school, but I guess Mindy didn’t mind.

  “Oh my god I’m so excited, Homer said he was going to get me a corsage!” she babbled. “I told him purple since my dress is purple.”

  I laughed a little because Mindy was so ridiculous. It wasn’t just her dress that was purple. She had purple eyeshadow, purple shoes, and a purple necklace in addition to her purple dress, making her into the Incredible Purple Walking Girl if you asked me. But I bit down on my laugh and smiled encouragingly.

  “You look great,” I said, “Homer’s going to love it.”

  A little white lie never killed anyone, and Mindy just ate it up.

  “I know, look,” she said. And she pulled her dress up for just an instant, flashing her undies, which of course were an eye-searing shade of violet.

  “Oh my god,” I said, stifling giggles. “Those looked really fancy, where’d you get them?”

  “Coeur de L’Amour,” she replied smugly, referring to a fancy French boutique in our neighborhood which sold all sorts of racy and lacy underthings. “Went in there after school and picked up some stuff, hope I’ll be able to use it tonight,” she said wickedly.

  And internally I was grossed out because Homer had a raging case of teen acne, I wouldn’t be able to get up close and personal with the gangly boy even if you paid me. But more power to Mindy if that’s what she wanted, different strokes for different folks after all.

  “I’m sure he’ll love it,” I said reassuringly. “What guy wouldn’t? You look amazing.”

  “Really? Thanks Eves, you’re a doll,” she said, staring in the mirror at herself critically before deciding to go in for another coat of blush. “What about you?” she asked, never taking her eyes off her reflection. “What are your plans?” My best friend sucked in her cheeks so she looked like a fish before carefully applying the additional make-up.

  I colored.

  “Well, after you leave with Homer, I was going to drive myself to the dance,” I mumbled.

  “What?” murmured Mindy absentmindedly. Now she was reapplying lip gloss, in the color purple of course.

  “I said I was going to go by myself,” I said loudly this time. “It’s no big deal, I can handle it.”

  And that got her attention.

  “Of course,” said my friend with a pitying smile. “It’ll be fine. Tons of people are going stag, you just have to find the right crowd and it’ll be a ball. Look for me in the auditorium when you get there, you can always hang out with me and Homer.”

  And I smiled gratefully except I knew she was just being kind. Mindy wanted to get down and dirty with her boyfriend tonight and me as a third wheel wasn’t exactly part of the plan. I’d just be an unwanted distraction and ruin everything. So I hemmed and hawed until she left, before doing something wicked to make myself feel better.

  I know, I hardly give the impression that I’m naughty. Really, I’m a good girl who goes to class and does her homework, not the type of person you’d pick out for some dirty no-no. Except I was dreading the dance so much that I’d settled on a little something to help me through the night.

  So I rolled the kumquat around with my fingers after Mindy left, feeling the smooth, olive-sized orb, the skin an almost fluorescent shade of orange. Oh my god, said the voice in my head. Are you really going to be that dirty girl?

  But I nodded resolutely. I’d picked the kumquat from the tree outside the Biology classroom, and it was my little savior. This dance was going to be no fun and I needed a filthy secret, a little something to keep me going. So I pulled down my panties, edging the lace over my hips and squatted a bit, opening up my pussy. Taking the little fruit in hand, I slipped it over my pussy lips, warming it up, letting the smooth orb massage my private place, stirring it around my clit a bit. And fortunately I was already wet, my cunny’s generous with the cream.

  So I took a deep breath and squatted a little more, bending at the knees. Gripping the fruit between two fingers, I slowly pushed it into my hole. It felt so good. I’m a virgin so I’m really tight, but the kumquat was small and I was able to slide it in without much effort so that the orange globe was poised at the entrance of my pussy.

  Bending over, I looked down. Oh yeah, that was fucking unreal, the bit of orange peeping out between my naked pussy lips. To make sure it’d stay in through the dancing, I pushed it in a bit further so that my labia closed around the fruit comfortably, the perfect pink prison, pristine and precious. Nothing looked out of place.

  And straightening, I smiled a secret smile and wiggled my ass
a little. The orb inside rolled sensuously, making me gasp involuntarily, shivers running from my cunt, spreading through my lower pelvic area. Oh fuck, was I really ready to get down with this little toy in my cunny? Feel the internal massage as I boogied at Homecoming?

  And smiling that wicked smile again, I shook my hips once more for effect. Oh god, that was good, and I could hardly keep from moaning aloud, my eyes falling closed as the toy rolled within my internal channel, massaging my wet cunt. Oh fuck, it was good. This was going to be the best school dance ever.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Stone

  I rounded the corner, coming to a deserted hallway. Looking around to make sure I was alone, I shook a cigarette out of the pack and furtively lit up, taking a deep, satisfying drag, making sure to exhale out an open window.

  Fuck, it fucking sucked being here on a Saturday night. All teachers at Spencer Prep are expected to put in some “service” in addition to our teaching duties and mine was chaperoning this fucking teenage dance. I could hear the thump of music from the auditorium, the beat muffled as a rap song came on, some dude chanting about “everywhere I go, I see the same old ho.” What a winner of a song.

  Come to think of it, it was kinda catchy and the tune was good even if the lyrics were ridiculous. The squeals of various girls rang out as they twisted against their teenage boyfriends, gyrating and humping on the dance floor. I shrugged. Hey, this was a high school function, a safe place to grind in front of the eyes of guidance counselors, teachers, and our vice principal. Besides, I just wanted some peace for my nicotine fix, the kids could get nasty all they wanted.

  Strolling quietly, I wandered further down the hall into a dimly lit area and gazed moodily out a window. Spencer Prep is a fancy high school in Manhattan, a place where parents pay forty thousand dollars to send their kids to take classes like Modern European Civilizations, AP Geometry and Conversational Mandarin. I was just a plain old Biology teacher. Nope, not even AP, just regular. How I got hired, I have no idea except that there are some kids here who definitely need a steady hand. These kids are left alone way too much, with far too many resources at their fingertips and not a single adult on the horizon.

  But I shrugged. My wandering foot was itching and I’d probably only be at Spencer another year or so before looking into something different. Maybe biotech. It’s a burgeoning field and I knew I had exactly what it took, what with DNA sequencing and GMO foods in the spotlight. It’d be a long shot since I’d have to transition from the classroom to a corporate gig, but this was as good a time as many to make the change. Besides, I had some personal projects on the side to manage anyhow.

  So lost in my thoughts, I took another drag and wandered deeper into the shadows. The lights were dim in the corridor, my footsteps the only sound in the deserted hallway. Except I heard it then. A small scuffle and then a squeak. What the hell? Was there a mouse somewhere in these hallowed halls? A family of mice?

  And then it came again. Another squeak, this time louder, accompanied by a wet popping sound. WTF was going on? Were there kids making out on the sly? Honestly, I wasn’t interested in catching them, they could sex it up for all I cared, but at the same time I was curious. Who could it be?

  So I tiptoed further until the dimly lit passageway branched to the left. And around the corner, I finally saw the illicit mouse.

  Because it was a girl.

  A curvy, delicious girl, kneeling on her knees off to the side with her dress hitched up over her hips, her panties down around her ankles.

  Her ass and pussy were bare, facing me, as she played with herself. The wet folds were pink and delicious, gleaming under the low lights as another squeal rang out, the girl’s moaning breathy and hoarse as she niggled her clit.

  Oh god, oh god, it was fucking amazing. The brunette’s giant jugs had fallen out of her dress and were practically dragging on the floor, they were so enormous, the nipples pressed against the ground. And her rump, it was like a dream come true. Heart-shaped and huge, with two white fleshy orbs that jiggled and shook as she fingered herself, the dim light making them look almost fluorescent in the darkness.

  By now I had my dick out, my mast at full-length and punching like a fucking ramrod. I watched, ravenous, as the brunette gasped and sighed, her fingers pinching her clit and then rubbing circles around the stiff nub, her ass waving in the air, anus winking and flirting with me.

  Holy fuck. Holy fuck. The woman’s fingers dipped lower, lightly touching her hole before circling it, the cream running wetly from that dirty, delicious place, streaming down her thighs there was so much fluid. And I thought she was going to frig herself then, for sure she was going to start up a rhythm, start pushing some digits into that sweet vaginal passage.

  But instead the girl pulled her cunt lips apart, spreading them, drawing the pink puffy flesh wide and I was granted a peek up her secret passage, that delicious, glistening flesh parting to reveal her insides, wet and swollen.

  Except she wasn’t empty.

  Oh no, there was something jammed inside her pussy and I squinted, my hand working like a maniac up and down my fuckrod as I tried to see what was buried there. What the fuck? What could it be? I could make out something orange, maybe an orange toy of some sort? A little orange tampon that had gotten trapped up there somehow?

  But the girl just moaned and panted, her cheek pressed against the cold hallway floor, and lightly rubbed her pussy again before hooking a finger in and popping out the orange object with a long moan. Oh fuck. The item dropped to the floor, bouncing a bit towards me and I finally saw what it was.

  It was a kumquat. A tiny fruit the shape of an olive, with bright carroty skin just like a real orange, fleshy and round … and perfect for inserting into a girl’s pussy. It must have been her little secret, carrying it around in her hot space, like a bead massaging her vagina, an internal toy.

  And now that it was out, the brunette was going at her clit like crazy, rubbing up and down, massaging the stiff nub in circles, her hand like a motor as her hole dripped juice, cream running wetly down her thighs.

  And with a moan, a squeal, and a long gasp of “Ah ah ahs!”, the girl came hard, her pussy and ass clenching with ecstasy, those powerful muscles clamping down again and again, spasming as waves of pleasure seized her little body, her scream ringing out in the empty hallway.

  I was fucking ready to go now as well, ram my dick hard into that swollen cunt, the miles of sweet, creamy flesh beckoning to me, already wet from desire. Except I stopped because the girl lifted her head and sighed, giving me a glimpse of that sweet face.

  It was Evie Jones from my biology class. Sweet, sweet Evie with the curvy bod, the shy smile, and the big brown eyes that trailed me as I lectured. I’d always liked her, her thoughtful ways, her quiet demeanor, so different from a lot of the spoiled kids at Spencer. Well, what do you know. I’d come upon one of my favorite students, nude with her ass up in the air, frigging herself during a school dance. Life couldn’t get any better, my night had just been made.

  Except common sense struck me like a blow to the head. I couldn’t let Evie know I’d seen, not now. So gritting my teeth, I forced my dick back in my pants, the bulge so fucking painful I wasn’t sure how I was going to chaperone the rest of the night, this boner showed no inclination of going down anytime soon. But force it in I did, and with a yank of my zip, I imprisoned the poor guy even as I stared at Evie’s round butt and gleaming pink bits, still dripping as she recovered from her orgasm.

  Because I couldn’t let her know that I’d seen … not just yet. But I had plans for the sweet brunette. Oh yeah, big plans. Because I’m no saint, I’m a teacher, and my favorite student was about to get a big surprise.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Evie

  Biology is my favorite subject and it’s not just because I’m pre-med. It’s because Stone Phillips, or Mr. Phillips as we call him, is an amazing instructor, making even the most difficult concepts seem cool.

  “Everyone,�
�� he’d say in that low growl. “What are we made of?”

  A couple people yawned but a couple girls also raised their hands, eager to get his attention.

  “Mr. Phillips, we’re seventy five percent water!” called Hannah, a brainy brunette with glasses as thick as goggles.

  “True, true,” he said thoughtfully, nodding. “What else?”

  “We’re meat sacks,” called some jock from the back, cackling at his own joke. “Just blood and guts waiting to spill out.”

  Mr. Phillips nodded at that one too.

  “That’s right, any other ideas?” he called.

  And slowly, I raised my hand. Mr. Phillips’s deep blue eyes turned towards me and I shivered with sensation. God, his gaze was so penetrating, so arresting, that I could hardly breathe even though I tried not to show it.

  “Are- are we made of dust?” I stuttered, cursing myself silently. “I mean, after we die and all, we become dust again, right?”

  And the smile Mr. Phillips flashed took my breath away.

  “You got it,” he said with casual assurance, “We are all stardust. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.”

  And you see the type of teacher Mr. Phillips was. “We are all stardust”? It was a cheesy line but oh so romantic and totally true too. I guess when people die, when any living organism dies, we become dust once again, and it’s the same dust that makes up stars in the sky. So his proclamation that “we are all stardust” was not only poetic but true. And I loved how he’d tied it in with the biblical passage “ashes to ashes,” his smarts made me tingle all over.

  But yeah, Mr. Phillips isn’t just known for his smarts and his confidence in the classroom. He’s known for his chiseled features and perfect bod, all of it displayed in khakis and a button down most days. But the dad outfits can’t hide the perfect butt, the wide shoulders, the broad chest that tapered to a narrow waist. He was an Adonis come to life, and I wasn’t the only girl who noticed.