CHAPTER ONE
CARTER
I want you to be my first.
I stared for a moment at the strange text from an unknown number.
My response was quick and simple:
Me: I think you have the wrong number.
I shouldn’t have even had my phone out. I usually had it locked away—trying to be a good example to my class that you didn’t have to live on your phone.
I glanced up as my students started filing into my classroom.
Every single one of them was on their phones, and it would stay that way until the bell rang and I made them put them away. It was a given.
Even as I had the thought, my phone dinged another text at me, and I glanced down at the screen.
No. I’m definitely talking to you, Carter.
I’ve never been fucked, and
I want my first time to be with you.
What in the ever-loving hell? I thought, taking a seat behind my desk, never taking my eyes off my phone.
I texted back:
Who is this?
“Hello, Mr. North,” a low, raspy female voice said from directly in front of my desk.
It wasn’t a voice suited to a high school English classroom, and it certainly shouldn’t have belonged to a girl that was barely legal.
I reluctantly looked up at my most vexatious student.
Nova Monroe beamed back at me. She was a problem. Head to toe, a problem. Her silky black hair. Her fuck me, Daddy lips. Her huge, real, barely legal tits. Her dusky golden, way too accessible flesh. Her long, thick lashes shading gorgeous, dark bedroom eyes. Her tiny waist that I could span with my hands.
Her career-ending ass.
They were all problems. Problems that I was determined couldn’t and wouldn’t be my problems.
“Hello, Miss Monroe,” I said coldly, trying my best to sound impersonal and professional. Anything to compensate for the fact that my cock got hard at just the sound of her voice.
I made myself break eye contact with her. “Please take your seat,” I told her.
She moved away to obey. Unfortunately, I glanced up as she did so. That career-ending ass was barely covered in a school uniform, pleated skirt that was definitely shorter than dress code. Shorter by a long shot. I had no clue how she even got away with it. I almost called her out on it, but stopped short. Pointing out that I was aware of it was not in my best interest or hers. Some other teacher would hopefully notice and put a stop to it. I needed to stay as uninvolved as possible with that landmine of a student.
The school I worked at had uniforms not because it was some posh private school. It was just the opposite. It was one of the worst schools in the county, and that was really saying something in Vegas. The uniforms had been implemented when gangs started openly recruiting on school property. It was one of many efforts the district had enacted to keep the students less distracted and more focused on education.
I had no idea if it did any of that, but it was a fact that on one student in particular that uniform was distracting the hell out of me.
Nova sat down slowly, unconsciously arching her back as she wiggled into the old-fashioned, wooden desk chair.
She always sat in the front row, closest to my desk. She often had a candy in her mouth, making those fuck me lips tantalizingly wet, making my mind go inevitably to other things I liked wet.
She lowered her eyes demurely as she ran her hands down her torso, presumably smoothing out wrinkles in her white, button down, uniform dress shirt. I didn’t see any wrinkles in the fabric, but there were plenty of other things I couldn’t keep my eyes off of.
Her perky tits with their perfect cherry nipples were so clearly outlined that it made my hands itch, and my cock twitch.
I wouldn’t be standing up for any lectures today. Fuck my life.
I’d been dodging jailbait without effort for years, but Nova Monroe was a special sort of challenge. My own personal hell, if I was honest.
She’d turned eighteen a few months ago. I knew that because she’d had the unmitigated gall to tell me she was legal the exact day it happened.
A day hadn’t gone by since where that knowledge hadn’t tormented me. She was a shameless, dauntless tease.
NOVA
Mr. North didn’t fuck students. Everybody knew it because every girl in school was at least a little bit in love with him. Including me. He was perfect, and I’d been obsessed with him since I first laid eyes on him in 9th grade. I was a senior and eighteen now, and the obsession hadn’t gone anywhere. Just the opposite. It had grown out of proportion until it felt too big for me to handle.
I was to the point where I didn’t want to handle it. I’d been saving myself, but not anymore. I was ready.
I wanted Mr. North to have his way with me, whatever, however, wherever he wanted.
I shifted in my seat restlessly, drawing his eyes to my bare legs under my desk.
He tried to be good, I knew he did, but it was getting harder for him. He couldn’t hide the heat in his eyes as they lingered on my bare, untouched flesh briefly before he tore them away.
I loved it when he looked at me like that. I loved it when he looked at me, period.
He was a big man, a former college football player that doubled as one of the high school coaches during football season.
Big and gorgeous.
His voice when he lectured was cold and stern, but his eyes were warm and intense with an interest he thought he hid better than he did. But I could read him better than most because I had been paying very close attention. I didn’t have a choice. I could never take my eyes off him.
He was perfect; a large, fit man with broad shoulders, messy brown hair and a warm, irresistible smile. His face was handsome, with even features, melting chocolate brown eyes, and dominated by a jawline so defined it made me wet.
He even dressed the part of my perfect teacher daydream, wearing pristine white dress shirts and well-tailored slacks.
On some lucky days—today being one of them—he even went the extra mile with conservative wool blazers and perfectly folded ties. He looked like a studious professor, head to toe. No one could look at him and not crave his approval. Or maybe that was just me.
I wanted his approval. But above all, I wanted his attention.
I wanted to have all of his overwhelming masculine intensity focused only on me.
He started going over the day’s lesson without standing up from his desk, his voice monotone, his eyes aimed down. This was unusual for him. Usually he moved when he taught. He paced, he spoke directly to students, he engaged.
Not today. Today he barely looked up. Instead he read directly from a textbook. He was phoning it in today, which I’d never seen him do.
He was more distant than usual. He was barely present, which was out of character.
His expression was perfectly composed. That was perfectly on brand for him.
He looked like a man who had never been ruffled by anything. I wanted to ruffle him. I wanted to affect him in any way at all.
I almost reached for my phone and barely stopped myself. Mr. North was very strict about us putting our phones away after the bell rang, and though I did want to get his attention, I didn’t want to displease him.
It took all of my self-control, but I managed to wait to check my phone after the period was over and I’d left his classroom.
“Have a nice day, Mr. North,” I told him quietly as I walked by his desk.
He didn’t look up at me, but his shoulder twitched in a small movement that spoke of tension, and I knew he noticed me. “Goodbye, Miss Monroe,” he returned, his voice dismissive.
As soon as I was out of his sight, I pulled out my phone, eyes scanning over the text conversation that dominated my thoughts, desperate to see if I’d gotten a response from the object of my obsession.
I want you to be my first.
Mr. North: I think you have the wrong number.
No. I’m definitely talking to you, Carter.
I’ve never been fucked,
and I want my first time to be with you.
Mr. North: Who is this?
My heart raced as I typed in my response.
Me: Guess
Mr. North: I’m not playing this game.
I went outside to escape the chaos of the bustling hallway and found a quiet spot to go through my phone. I didn’t let nerves stop me as I found just the right picture and pressed send.
I knew I needed to act fast. I didn’t have time for delays anymore. It was now or never. I wouldn’t even have a phone in a matter of weeks, and I’d fantasized about this for years, so I had to take my shot.
Me: Let me show you.
CARTER
I nearly dropped my phone when I saw the picture that flashed across the closed screen and just managed to hide it in my pocket instead, keeping my eyes trained straight ahead.
It didn’t matter. The image I’d barely glimpsed was burned into my memory.
Mrs. Green, the principal, droned on without a break in her week’s agenda. I glanced around at the attendees of the routine faculty meeting. Not everyone was paying attention, but no one seemed to notice my reaction to what I’d seen on my phone, thank God.
I closed my eyes, rubbing at my temples.
That made it worse. My mystery texter had done a number on my brain. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d seen.
It had been a lot of skin.
Fuck. Who was it? My mind flashed to Nova Monroe, but I didn’t know if it was because that’s how I pictured her naked, or because it was actually her.
Fuck. Did I want it to be her?
Some part of me clearly did, and I was not okay with that.
I’d always had contempt for the teachers that got off on bagging students. To take advantage of a young girl (even if she was legal) like that was reprehensible to me.
But I didn’t want to take advantage of Nova. I wanted to take care of her. In every way.
Fuck. This line of thought would lead to my personal and professional ruin, and still I couldn’t get it out of my head.
It felt like it took forever before I could leave. It was only after I’d gotten into my car, driven a good five miles, and then pulled over into a near-empty parking lot before I pulled my phone out again and looked at the picture.
Getting nudes was hardly an anomaly so I could only figure it was the conversation and my own errant thoughts that had my heart pounding as I looked at my phone.
The picture got right to the point, cropped to show me her body from shoulders to thighs. Every inch of it was perfect.
She was naked and had round, perky, natural breasts that were big enough to overfill my large hands. Her skin was golden and even-toned everywhere.
My mystery virgin was showing me plenty, but none of it was identifying her for sure. I couldn’t even tell her hair color. Her sex was shaved, her legs parted just enough to show me.
But one thing I did clock right away; it certainly didn’t rule out Nova.
I told myself I didn’t want it to be her.
Only one of my heads agreed with that. I was hard as a rock, and looking at that gorgeous body only had me picturing one face to match it.
Me: You don’t look like a virgin.
I immediately regretted sending the text, but even so, I watched for her response.
I’d be happy to show you in person.
Me: This isn’t funny.
Tell me who you are.
She didn’t bother to respond to that. I put my phone away and tried to forget the whole thing.
CHAPTER TWO
A few days later and I was driving home from work directly to my gym. It was just a few blocks away when I saw a lone figure walking on the side of the road.
I instantly knew who it was. She was carrying a full, oversized backpack, but I recognized those curves. The shape of them was permanently branded into my brain.
Fuck. Why was she walking on the side of the road?
I was still cursing as I pulled my car over onto the shoulder.
I rolled down the passenger window and watched her walk over and lean down. Nova’s eyes were wary on me, but she smiled tentatively.
“Hello, Mr. North.”
“Hello, Miss Monroe. Why are you walking on the side of the road?”
“I don’t have a car,” she explained in a small voice. “So I’m walking.”
“Get in,” I told her. “I’ll take you home.”
I helped her put her oversized backpack into the trunk, handed her into the front seat, and slid back behind the wheel. “Where to?” I asked her.
She looked down at her lap and started rubbing her hands together. She seemed nervous as she answered, “I’m not sure. My aunt and uncle kicked me out a few days ago. I’ve been staying at my friend Michelle’s house but that wasn’t working out, so I’m kind of between houses right now.”
My heart twisted in my chest. “You’re homeless?”
She shrugged, looking away. “Just for now. I’ll figure out something.”
I couldn’t help myself. I reached over and touched her shoulder. “I’ll take you home. You can stay with me until you figure out something more permanent.”
“Are you sure you want me staying in your house? Wouldn’t that look bad?”
I felt my face tensing up in something akin to annoyance. “Of course I won’t let you be out on the street. There’s plenty of room at my place. And it doesn’t really matter how it looks, since what it is is perfectly innocent. And it will be no trouble for me. We don’t need to get in each other’s way.”
She had a look on her face that made me think for a moment that she would argue with me, but after a brief pause, she nodded, looking forward without another word.
I knew it was dangerous to take her in like this, but I didn’t see that I had another choice. I didn’t have it in me to leave one of my students homeless and walking on the side of the road.
That being said, I knew right away that it was a mistake. I was treading a dangerous path here. If even one person at the school found out that I was letting Nova stay in my home, it could cost me my teaching career and my reputation. Add to that my own acute, inappropriate lust for her, and I’d just laid the groundwork for my own professional ruin.
Knowing all of this didn’t seem to matter, though. I was involved, and I didn’t see a way out that I could live with.
“You said your aunt and uncle kicked you out,” I began, wanting to get the whole story from her. “What happened? And where are your parents?”
“My parents died four years ago. Car accident.” She said it with such clipped stoicism that I could tell that she didn’t like to talk about it, which was hardly surprising. “And my aunt and uncle got custody. They have a very small house, and my aunt’s brother just lost his job and moved his entire family in. There simply wasn’t any room.”
“So they just kicked you out?” I couldn’t help it, my tone was indignant. The very idea straight-up pissed me off.
She shrugged. “Yes. I’m eighteen, and I’ll graduate in a couple of months. The idea was always for me to leave as soon as I was done with high school. They just decided I should do it a few months ahead of schedule. We were never close. My uncle is fine, he was my dad’s brother, but his wife never liked me, and her brother and I . . . don’t get along, so I wasn’t really surprised. At least I have a job. I used to just waitress to pay for my phone and stuff, but I’ve been saving, and if I cancel my cellphone plan, I should be able to scrape together enough to put down on an apartment pretty soon.”
I glanced over at her. Her voice had been blank, emotionless even, but her eyes showed me that she wasn’t unaffected by her aunt and uncle’s callous actions.
She tugged at the hem of her skirt, and I tore my gaze north. Our eyes caught for another electric moment before I managed to look away.
I opened my mouth to ask her how much cash she needed to help her put down first and last month’s rent on an apartment, but couldn’t do it. I didn’t want her staying in some crappy apartment in the sketchy part of town. If she stayed with me she could save her money, and I had plenty of room.
“We’ll go to my house, get you settled in, and try to figure out what you need,” I told her.
She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. It drew my attention to her legs, which were nearly bare in the tiny, pleated skirt she was wearing. “I have everything I need,” she assured me.
“Are all of your uniforms like that?” I asked in a carefully neutral tone.
Her clothes were a problem for me. If I was going to stick to my own rules, I needed her to cover up more. I wasn’t proud of it, but it was a fact nonetheless.
She shrugged nonchalantly, but her eyes were glued to my face as she answered, “They don’t take up much room. All my clothes fit in one bag.”
No, they wouldn’t, being that they consisted of hardly any material. “We’ll talk about it later,” I told her.
We were almost to my neighborhood before I thought to mention, “For obvious reasons, it would be better if you didn’t tell anyone that you’re staying with me.”
I didn’t even have to turn my head to see her rolling her eyes. “Do you think I would do that to you, Mr. North?”
“I just thought I should be clear. It would look bad, obviously.”
“Obviously,” she agreed, though there was a bite to the way she said it.
“No one would believe that you were just staying with me, and that it was completely innocent,” I felt the need to explain, probably because I’d had a hard-on from the moment I’d seen her walking on the side of the road.
Of course no one would believe it. Even my own dick wasn’t convinced.
We were silent for the rest of the drive, which didn’t take very long. I pulled into my garage, shutting the door behind us before I got out of the car.
CHAPTER THREE
“Nice place,” Nova said, looking around as I led her from the garage, through the mudroom, and into the kitchen.
It was a nice place. Too big for me, too much in general, but everything was top of the line, and my interior designer had made sure it all matched up, design-wise. Lots of cool tones, shiny surfaces, and rare flashes of vibrant color.
“You pay for all this on a teacher’s salary? This and those cars?” she asked skeptically, referring to my second car that she’d obviously spotted in the garage.
I turned, leaning my hip against the large slice of white marble that made up my kitchen island. I folded my arms and glared at her. “That is a rude question, Miss Monroe.”
“Sorry,” she said, biting her lip and making very solid eye contact with me. Her eyes were almond shaped and dark and seductive enough to break my resolve.
I looked away first.
“I wasn’t trying to be rude,” she continued. “I’m just curious. I’ve heard you’re rich, but no one knows why.”
I sighed. “If I tell you, will you keep it to yourself? I don’t need everyone knowing my business.”
“Of course. I’ll never tell anyone any of our secrets, Mr. North. I swear it.” Her voice now was breathy and low. She was messing with me. She was a sweet little thing, I knew, but clearly she had a naughty side.
I went back to glaring at her. “Knock it off. Don’t make this situation between us sound dirty, okay?”
“Okay,” she repeated back promptly, but she didn’t look the least bit sincere or contrite.
“I’m an author. That’s where I make my money. The teaching is a passion project, though sometimes it feels like more trouble than it’s worth.”
She blinked. I’d surprised her. It made me flush. Maybe I was interesting to her. Not just some boring teacher after all.
“That’s really cool. What’s your pen name?”
“I prefer not to say.”
“What genre?” she asked.
“No more questions. Let me show you to your room.”
I led her toward the back of the house, up the back set of stairs, and to a large, furnished bedroom that no one had ever used before. I waved her in, but stayed outside. “Make yourself at home. There’s an attached bathroom that should have what you need, but make a list if there’s anything else I can get you.”
Without warning her soft body was pressed up against me, her arms snaking under my arms to hug my stomach. Her sweet little head fit perfectly under my chin, and her hair smelled like fresh oranges. I wanted to bury my face in it.
I wanted to grab her perfect ass in both hands and nail her straight to the door.
I wanted to fuck every hole on her body until she was dripping with cum, head to toe.
My breathing was harsh as I carefully moved my hips away from her. She was just hugging me. No need to make it filthy just because my body wanted it to be. My brain was the one in charge here, even if I had to remind myself of it constantly.
“Thank you so much, Mr. North,” she said into my shirt, nuzzling her face softly between my pecs, in the center of my chest. “No one’s ever been this nice to me. Not since my parents died.”
I shut my eyes tightly as those words sank in.
I felt it then, the first raw, dizzy edge of new emotion.
Her helplessness should have lessened my ardor, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. It made me even more desperate to take care of her, in every way.
I’d been celibate for too long, I told myself. I had a very high sex drive, and I’d been too busy to get laid lately. That’s all that was happening. I needed to go out and fuck someone more appropriate than this little angel/devil.
“It’s no trouble,” I said. My arms were stiff at my sides, my hands twitching to either push her away or grab handfuls of her with both hands. “I have plenty of room, and I’m happy to let you use it for as long as you need. You can even use my other car if you promise not to tell anyone who you’re borrowing it from.”
I barely got the words out as her lower body burrowed closer to mine until my rock hard dick was very obviously jabbed against her stomach.
She gasped or I gasped or we both did. “Mr. North,” she moaned, rubbing against me.
Involuntarily my hips pumped against her, humping hard twice before I thrust her away.
I glared, but she wasn’t looking at my eyes. Her gaze was aimed straight at my errant erection.
She licked her lips. “Let me help you with that.”
My jaw clenched, and my left eye began to twitch in time to my aggravation. “Stop that.”
“I’m eighteen,” was her infuriating response.
“Well, I’m thirty, so that hardly matters.”
“Twelve years isn’t that big of an age gap.”
I was still holding her away with both hands, and she was leaning with all of her slight weight toward me. “Stop that. Stop looking at it.”
She ran her tongue over her teeth then bit her lip. She was intoxicating me, and I needed to get away, fast.
Still, I was frozen to the spot.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything to you,” she said quietly and soberly. “Just use my body as your own personal sex toy. You can do whatever you want with me. I’ll never say no, and I’ll never tell anyone. I know you don’t care about me, but you want me, so take me however you want to. Any filthy thing you can think of. I want it. I want you.”
My eyes were shut, and my hard-on was throbbing in time to my sped-up heartbeat. “Stop that. Stop talking. Everything you just said is wrong. I do care about you. I care deeply about your welfare. That’s why this needs to stay impersonal. I’m your teacher and your roommate for as long as you need it. Nothing more. Okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed, way too quickly.
Insincerely.
I tried to explain it to her, to stress the importance of it. “When I became a teacher, I was entrusted with the welfare of the kids I teach. It’s a code I’m not supposed to break. Do you know what kind of a scumbag it would make me to violate it?” I paused. “To violate you.” Fuck, I was making it worse. Just the thought had me throbbing.
She didn’t answer. I don’t think she even heard me. She was still staring at my pulsing, straining cock.
I backed away, and thank God she let me. “I need to go do some work. Why don’t you get yourself settled in? I’ll be downstairs in my office if you need the keys to the car.”
With that I made myself walk away.
Barely.
It was a worrisome start to our new living arrangements.
It was only about thirty minutes later when she appeared in the doorway of my office. I’d left the door open so she could find me if she needed anything.
I raised my brows at her expectantly, not saying a word about her too tight waitress dress and apron. “Need a car?” I asked.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“What are your hours?” I asked.
She shrugged, and my eyes moved to her perfect, perky tits.
“That work uniform seems a bit tight on you,” I said in spite of my better judgment. I shouldn’t have brought it up.
She ran her hands down her body, lingering at her heavy breasts. “It helps with the tips.”
I felt myself flushing hotly with anger. “You shouldn’t use your body as currency. You have more to offer than that.”
“I shouldn’t tell you then that I was thinking about starting an OnlyFans to help save up money.”
I glared, more than half-tempted to take her over my knee. “Don’t even joke about that. You’re better than that.”
“Even if it’s just to pay for college?”
I wanted to shake her. “Listen, if you need money just ask me for it. I’ll help you, and you don’t have to do anything you’ll regret later.”
“You shouldn’t tell a girl something like that, Mr. North. You’re too trusting.”
“I’m not telling a girl that, Miss Monroe. I’m telling you. If you need money for college, or anything else, I have it. Don’t exploit yourself when you have other options.”
“I’ve never had other options before.” She gave me an impish smile, and she looked way too young when she smiled like that. “Sounds fun. Just remember you have other options, too. I’ll be home late, but I’ll leave my bedroom door open for you.”
“Stop that,” I warned softly.
She laughed like it had all been a joke.
“Don’t tease me, Miss Monroe.”
She winked at me, the little brat. “Never.” Without another word, she left.
I stewed for hours. This was going to be a disaster.
She didn’t get home until nearly two a.m.
And it was a school night.
I was unaccountably furious.
I was waiting when she walked in the door, still in her work uniform/porn fuel of a dress. She looked tired and dejected but still extremely fuckable. I had a vivid flash of what it would be like to fuck her when she was too tired to move, when she had no strength left, how soft and pliant she’d be, so malleable under my hands and around my cock. I’d work her tender flesh until she was a satiated puddle under me.
My own messed up thoughts made me even more furious.
“What are you even thinking working this late on a school night?” I wasn’t shouting but my voice was low, stern, and mean enough that she stood up straight, looking like I’d slapped her.
“I need the hours. You think I was out having fun?”
I pulled out my wallet. “How much did you make? I’ll pay you that much to stay home and do your homework. I’ve noticed you’ve been falling farther and farther behind on your assignments and English used to be your best subject. I hate to see what your other grades look like.”
She waved me off, moving past me. “You’ve already done too much, Mr. North. I can’t take any more help from you.”
Without any agreement from my brain, my hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her progress. “You need to stop talking back to me. Now that I know you need help, I’m going to have to insist on helping you. I simply insist. I’m all you’ve got. Just think of me as a kind of . . . foster parent . . . that’s helping you get on your feet for the future.”
She was suddenly in my personal space, looking up at me.
I’d always dated tall women because of my own towering height, but I suddenly found that I loved how petite she was, how she fit against me, how she had to look up, up, up to meet my eyes. “Foster father?” she asked softly, tracing her free hand up my chest. “So kinky, Mr. North. Should I call you Daddy?”
I pushed her away. “Go to bed,” I ordered harshly.
Luckily, she obeyed.
CHAPTER FOUR
NOVA
I parked Mr. North’s 911 Porsche as far away as I could and walked the rest of the way to school. I didn’t have an answer if anyone asked why dirt-poor me was suddenly driving around in a car like that. I’d have to think of one if this whole dreamlike experience continued.
I still couldn’t believe he kept a car like that in his garage everyday while he took a baseline model 3 Tesla to school. Still a very nice car, but no Porsche 911. I’d looked it up.
I nodded and smiled at a few friendly faces in the hallways on the way to my first period. I sat in the back, dodging the eyes of a football player I’d dated for a minute and promptly avoided once he started pressuring me too much for sex. Even then I’d known I was saving it for Mr. North. And certainly no one else had any chance after yesterday when he’d morphed even more into my stern, caring, dream man. Imagine a guy like that, offering to solve all my problems. He was too perfect. Even more than I’d fantasized about.
Now I just needed to make him see me as more than a problem to solve. To see me as a woman.
Of course there was his errant, huge erection. He’d been sporting it from the second he’d picked me up. I was absolutely hung up on it. Obsessed. He didn’t want to want me, but that didn’t seem to matter.
I’d suspected I’d made him hard before, hell that was always my goal, but up until now he’d managed to hide it under his desk if that was the case. Yesterday he’d had nowhere to hide. From the drive to his house and even when he’d chewed me out for coming home too late, he’d been unmistakably and prominently hard as a rock and ready to go.
I wondered how it would work my first time, with him being so big. My friend Maddie had told me her boyfriend broke her hymen with his fingers, and I wondered if I should try to do that to make the first time easier. I looked at my small hands. My fingers weren’t that big.
Mr. North had big hands. Thick, long fingers. Maybe he’d do it for me.
I sighed. Fat chance. He’d rejected me, and every inch of his body meant it except for one notable part.
I comforted myself with the knowledge that eventually that part might win over his common sense. It certainly looked formidable enough to make a difference.
English was my last period, and it was torture waiting for it. I was already way behind in all my classes, and I learned nothing that day, daydreaming instead about my favorite teacher.
When I’d found him in his home office before my shift yesterday, he’d been wearing reading glasses. I loved when he wore his reading glasses. I shuddered just thinking about it. He looked even more like a stern teacher in them. I wanted to eat him up with a spoon like that.
Mr. North studiously ignored me when I walked in and for the first half of class. He stayed behind his desk again, and I squirmed in my seat thinking about what that meant.
He told us we had a half hour to catch up on late work and started working on his computer. He put on his reading glasses and I shuddered.
That caught his eye. His gaze locked onto me and narrowed. “Get to work, Miss Monroe. You’re too far behind to be sitting around daydreaming.”
“Yes, sir,” I told him.
He shut his eyes, one hand flying up to rub at his temple, then promptly ignored me for the rest of class.
I stayed behind when everyone else left, watching him until he looked my way again.
“Need something?” he asked me in a very unfriendly tone.
“I want to see you stand up from that desk,” I said. I’d gotten bold, but waiting for him to make the first move was clearly not going to work.
“Go home,” he said harshly. “And knock it off. This is my place of work.”
I stood up, taking a deep sigh. His eyes went to my breasts as they moved with the motion and stayed there. I could tell he didn’t know he was staring. He was that caught up.
I bit my lip and glanced at the door, dragging a hand up my body to finger my own nipple.
“Stop that,” he said through his teeth.
I tweaked my other nipple until they were prominent and hard, clearly visible through my old, threadbare, washed a million times, uniform shirt.
He was panting and glaring at me.
“Just push your chair back,” I said softly. “Let me see it and I’ll leave.”
He shook his head. He looked like he wanted to throttle me.
I started to lift up my skirt and he snapped, abruptly pushing his chair back.
I stepped closer, feeling a rush of relief, desire, and power as I saw his stiff erection straining through his pants.
He pushed his chair back in and buried his face in his hands.
I felt bad for tormenting him. Just rotten. But I couldn’t stop. I’d never wanted anything more.
“What’s that in your mouth?” he asked, not looking up at me. “What is it you’re always sucking on?”
I moved the sour candy around in my mouth before answering. “Lemon drops. Want one?”
He looked up at me, stood, and backed me into his desk without touching me directly. He held out his hand. “Give it to me.”
I stuck out my tongue, showing him the half sucked candy in a taunt.
He took the bait better than I could have imagined. He took it out of my mouth with his fingers and put it in his own.
Instantly he backed away, but he kept sucking on my candy.
“I took my panties off right before class,” I told him. “Did you notice?”
“You need to go.” His tone was quiet but vehement enough that I obeyed right away.
I was digging through his fridge when he got home from school. He was a good hour behind me.
I’d changed into a thin stretchy white T-shirt that barely covered my butt and nothing else.
My aunt had thrown most of my clothes away before I could get them all so I really didn’t have much to wear outside of my school and work uniforms.
Still, that didn’t explain why I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties.
He just stared for a beat, frozen in place, his eyes running down my bare legs then up again.
“We need to set some ground rules. You can’t dress like that around this house. And you need new uniforms. Ones that actually fit you.”
“I don’t have anything, and I haven’t had time to shop.”
His eyes were on my chest. My nipples were sensitive and prominent and often showed through my clothes, but his gaze on them made them tighten up and point right at him.
I squeezed my thighs together. Of course he noticed.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion.
The shirt was very thin, and he stared for a while. “Are you out of underwear, as well?”
I was so turned on that I thought I might do something drastic. My hands went to the hem of my shirt. “Wanna see?” I teased him, knowing he’d turn me down.
He was breathing hard, staring and staring. His hands were twitching like he wanted to grab something, either me or his dick, I figured.
“I’ll order you some things.” He paused, then reached for his wallet. He took out a credit card, placing it on the counter. “Use that for whatever you need. I mean it. Just shop online. It shouldn’t take you that long.”
I eyed the credit card, feeling uncomfortable. I didn’t want his money, but could hardly turn the offer down. I was destitute. “You keep offering me money but refuse to fuck me. You’re a strange man, Mr. North.”
He let out a half choked laugh. “And you are incorrigible. Go put on some underwear or I’ll start lecturing you until you’re sick of the sound of my voice.”
I shuddered in pleasure and he noticed with narrowed eyes. “I love your lecturing voice. I’ve recorded some of your classroom lectures to masturbate too.”
He pointed to the stairs, his nostrils flaring. “You don’t know when to stop.”
“When your big dick isn’t pointing straight at me, I might take your rejections more seriously,” was my parting shot.
CHAPTER FIVE
CARTER
I made her tell me all of her clothing and shoe sizes before she left for work and spent the afternoon buying her more appropriate clothing instead of grading assignments or working on my fast approaching writing deadline.
I even went to the school website and bought her new school uniforms in the right sizes.
I figured I had to buy her some sexy little Mary Jane shoes to go with the uniform.
I knew I was obsessing when I caught myself buying her a fifth pair of shoes. They’d gotten progressively less useful as I shopped. Where would she even wear that? I asked myself, even as I clicked to buy a pair of fuck-me stilettos.
My phone dinged a text at me. It was just a picture at first, quickly followed by some infuriating words.
In case you deleted the picture
The picture in question was the one my mystery virgin had sent before. The one that showed her naked tits and bare pussy.
I would not respond. My fingers were twitching to, but I would not. I wanted badly to ask her for one with her touching herself, but I would not.
That was small consolation as I found myself, phone in hand, picture on screen, cock out, furiously beating off at my desk.
Looking at her, I came so fast it would have been embarrassing if anyone was there with me. And worse, I had the urge to send her a pic of my still spurting dick when it was over. No sanity in sight even after I came. This was lunacy.
The worst of it all was that I was almost completely convinced my mystery texts were coming from my new housemate.
I made an unaccountably unpleasant but necessary decision. This was getting out of hand.
The next day Nova stayed after class again, sitting at her desk and watching me.
I was ready for her this time. “Move along. I’m in a hurry. I have plans tonight.”
She took the bait immediately. “What plans?”
“I have a date.”
She didn’t bother to hide how much that crushed her. I could hardly stand it. “I didn’t know you were seeing anybody.”
“It’s nothing serious. I obviously just need to get laid.” I was purposely lewd and to the point. Cruelly so.
She was clearly upset but still relentless. “You can get laid at home any time you want.”
“That’s not possible. And besides, I prefer grown, experienced women. Now move along.”
I felt like an absolute wretch as I watched her walk away, her posture more dejected than I’d ever seen it.
I didn’t see her when I came home and changed. It was for the better, I told myself, but still somehow I was worried about her.
The date was a disaster. Nice enough lady, but I could barely pay attention to a word that came out of her mouth. We’d met on an app. It was a clear-cut DTF situation. We were just politely having dinner first. Before the F part. I wasn’t even looking forward to it, but I was so pent-up I knew I’d have no problem performing stud duty to this nice, age-appropriate lady.
I wondered about my little non-age-appropriate problem at home. Was she working tonight? How late? How badly had I hurt her feelings? Did she hate me now?
I had a horrible thought then. Was she so upset she’d run away? I’d have no idea where to look for her if she left.
I considered getting up and leaving right then.
“You’re hotter than your picture,” my date said, trying to draw my attention back to the present.
I smiled. “So are you,” I returned politely. It wasn’t entirely true. I’d barely noticed. I’d barely glanced at her. I was being a real asshole.
The pervasive thoughts won. “I’m so sorry,” I told my date, interrupting her mid-sentence. “I have an emergency. At home. I have to go. I’ll get the bill. Again, I’m so sorry.”
The poor woman was still trying to figure out what happened while I settled up and took off like the place was on fire.
Nova wasn’t at home and I was losing it. I didn’t even know where she worked.
I checked her room. She hadn’t taken her stuff. I sat on her bed, relieved beyond belief. I had to keep her at arm’s length, but I couldn’t bear to drive her away. She needed me, and I needed to be the one to take care of her.
I was still sitting on her bed when I got another text from my mystery virgin that confirmed everything I’d feared/fantasized about. It was just a picture, but it was enough.
It was similar to the first picture but expanded to encompass more. Also her hair was down in this one, which was a dead giveaway of her identity for me.
She’d obviously taken it in front of a large mirror, and she’d cropped the top half of her face out of the picture, but I’d know those fuck-me lips anywhere.
Her black hair fell around her naked body, falling nearly to her hips, but she made sure it didn’t cover the big, perky tits that I’d fantasized about more times than I cared to admit to.
One of her hands held the camera, but the other was busy elsewhere, and my eyes tracked it when I finally managed to tear my eyes off her oh-so fuckable breasts.
I stared at the hand barely covering her young, bald pussy and tried to scrape my jaw off the floor. I looked closer. I had to know if her fingers were inside. No. Just barely covering herself.
What the hell was I supposed to do with this?
As though the little vixen read my mind, new words appeared on the screen of my phone.
Nova: Do you know who it is now?
Do you want to be the first to fuck me, Mr. North?
I typed three responses and promptly erased them. I could not do this. This was wrong.
Me: This is highly inappropriate.
Do not text me anything like this again.
There. That should take care of it. I erased the entire conversation, put my phone away.
Another text arrived, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I looked.
Nova: Please don’t fuck her
I ignored that.
Me: Where are you?
Nova: Work
Me: Where are you
taking these pictures?
Nova: I took them all weeks ago.
You like? Want another?
Another picture popped up before I could answer.
It was similar to the first one, but this time her fingers were inside, like she’d read my fucking mind.
I was suddenly furious. With jealousy.
Carter: Who else
have you sent them to?
Nova: Just you. Want the video?
It will prove all the pictures
were for you but you have to
ask me nicely for it.
I couldn’t help it. I took the bait.
Carter: Please
Nova: Please what?
Carter: Please send the video
In less than a minute, it came through. It was short, but it was enough. It was clearly taken in the same place and time as the two pictures, everything was the same except her fingers were moving in and out of her pussy and in the background was the sound of my voice droning on about Shakespeare.
She’d recorded one of my lessons and listened to it as she got off.
She hadn’t been kidding, the impossible little brat.
On top of that, she was moaning like she was about to come.
I watched it on repeat.
It was unforgivable, just beastly, but I pulled my dick out and jacked off on her bed. Real dirtbag stuff. I hated myself even as I humped her pillow.
Nova: Did you like it?
Say something nice
It was an hour later, and I was surprised it’d taken her that long to ask. I fought with myself for another hour.
Carter: I didn’t fuck her.
I left dinner early.
I was worried about you.
Nova: Just for that you get a longer video
It showed up even as I was reading her last text. A full two minutes of her either coming or making a very convincing show of it.
What was I going to do? I was so fucked.
Nova: Well?
I closed my eyes and counted to ten. And lost the battle once again.
Carter: I jacked off on your bed,
but that’s the closest we can get to fucking.
Okay?
Nora: I’m so wet.
I’m soaking wet while I serve
people dinner and it’s your fault
I thought for one crazy moment, God, I love this girl, followed quickly with, I’m losing my mind.
Nova: I won’t wear any
panties when I’m sleeping.
Feel free to join me tonight or any night
Carter: You know I can’t and I won’t
Nova: You’re no fun
Carter: Tell that to your bed
Nova: Don’t clean up after yourself.
I want to smell you there
I was hard again. Stroking myself again.
Nova: Dick pic???
Please? R U hard?
I had a nearly overwhelming urge to indulge her. Was it really worse than watching her masturbate and painting her bed with my cum?
I was positioning myself and taking the picture as I had the thought. I was already headed straight for hell, so why not?
The picture was a good angle, my cock thick and long and hard, my hand fisting myself. I sent it and started jacking off again as I thought about her receiving it.
Nova: Cum shot? Please?
Video? Pretty please
It took some dexterity and positioning, but I gave her what she wanted. I was fisting myself and spurting onto her pillow, phone in my free hand. It was insanity.
Her response was quick.
Nova: I’ll do anything.
Fuck me please please please
As it sometimes happened, with release came a sliver of sanity.
Carter: That’s the end of it.
Delete all these texts and
don’t speak of it again.
I cleaned up, went to my bedroom, and locked the door. I didn’t trust her. I didn’t trust either of us.