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

by Jessa James

  He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “I want you right here, one hour after graduation.”

  I didn’t want to overthink more than what I was already doing, but the way he looked at me made it seem that I had nothing to worry about. Instead, I had everything to worry about. I waited for him to say something more and watched as his eyes trailed from my ankle socks, up to my plaid skirt to my white blouse, then finally met my surprised gaze.

  Did he know I was wet for him? Could he see me squirming from his scrutiny?

  I never got the answer to that. When an unfamiliar student entered the room, that was my cue to leave and head to my next class.

  “Jane, you didn’t answer me,” he said.

  “Yes,” I replied, starting toward the door.

  “Yes, sir,” he added and I stopped in my tracks.

  A shiver coursed through me at the deep tone of his voice.

  I glanced back, saw that he was waiting for me to repeat it.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered, finding saying those two words really hot. Yes, I wanted him to be my teacher in more than just US government.

  As I walked the hallways I’d never see again in a week’s time, all I could think about was after graduation. He’d told—no, commanded—me to come back and meet him. I just had to wonder… why?

  Chapter Two

  Mr. Parker

  She was fucking gorgeous as she received her diploma, and she knew it.

  With wavy blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and deep brown eyes, she was so damn hot.

  Jane. My Jane.

  The high school was small, only a few hundred students. So even the teachers were in the loop when it came to students, even if they didn’t have a student in their class. I knew Jane was one of the most popular senior girls. It was easily because of her looks. She had soft and welcoming facial features, but her body… Oh, fucking hell.

  The black graduation gown hid her lush curves, but I had every single one memorized. I’d spent the entire year imagining her ass beneath that plaid uniform, knowing her pale skin would turn a bright pink when I spanked it.

  I had to pause and think about fucking baseball stats to will my dick down. Getting hard in an open field just at the exact moment graduation ended only spelled trouble. The older academics would balk at the sight of me, and the parents, who thought so highly of the institution, would call the police if they saw one of the teachers getting hard staring at the graduating class.

  But I wasn’t looking at the entire class. I only cared about her.

  My Jane.

  She was the girl every other female hated and wanted to be and the one guys wanted fuck. I balled my hand into a fist when I felt my blood start to boil. Just the thought of boys her age wanting to fuck Jane made me want to break or punch something. I got riled every time I heard about a senior party, about all the cute boys they’d met. Had some idiot got to touch Jane’s pert breasts? Had they parted her creamy thighs and filled that tight pussy? Had they spurted all over her in their adolescent haste and left her unfulfilled?

  A deep growl had the music teacher looking my way.

  There was just something about her, more than just the cute face and sexy figure. She was sweet and confident at the same time. She was friendly, but never let anyone walk all over her. Both the way she acted and looked made her seem older, more mature, than she actually was. It was a sin for an eighteen-year-old to look the way she did.

  It was a sin for a teacher to lust after a student. But she wasn’t a student any longer. Yes, she was young as fuck, but she was legal and she was mine. I’d known it from the first day she’d sat down in my class and that little uniform skirt had slid up her pale thighs. I’d tried to behave, to ignore her, but then she’d started watching me, her eyes burning into me every damn day. She wanted. And even if she was too young, too innocent to recognize what she was feeling, I knew. I knew and I was going to be the one to give it to her.

  I’d decided then and there she would be mine. I’d just had to bide my time all year until she was no longer my student.

  I’d wondered how I would approach her, but that day last week and the note she’d passed with her friend Anne? It had been… fate. I’d wanted to jerk off all week at the thought of her eager to give me—me!—her virginity, but decided against it. I wanted to save up every drop for her. All my cum would be for Jane. I couldn’t wait to fill her up, to watch as she tried to swallow it all, to see it slip from her broken-in ass and pussy. I’d never waste another drop inside a damn condom. I’d take her raw with nothing between us. Her virgin pussy would never know anything different.

  Fuck, I’d assumed she might be a virgin still, but her note had confirmed it. She wanted me to be her first and I was going to do that for her. Every one of her firsts. I’d be the only one who touched her. The only one whose cock made that mouth open wide. The only one whose cock breached that tight little ass. The one who’d take her cherry. Her pussy, her ass, she was mine. Every innocent inch of her.

  I was done waiting.

  “So how’s everything going with the bar exam?”

  Fuck. I tried not to groan again, forced myself to push the dirty thoughts to the deepest parts of my brain. I shifted my head to the side and tried to put on my best smile. Liz, the school’s music teacher, was looking expectantly at me.

  “It’s in a few months, isn’t it?” she then asked, widening her smile.

  I nodded my head and tried to think of something else to say to carry the conversation, but a familiar mop of blonde hair nabbed my attention from afar. Jane was huddled in a circle with Anne and a few other friends. They were wearing their graduation gowns, which was too long in my opinion, but the wind would blow against it from time to time to reveal their above-the-knee plaid skirts.

  Fuck. I cursed inwardly again. My cock officially had a mind of its own. I shifted slightly to the side. I didn’t want to be poking Liz or anyone else with my dick, and with Jane, I wanted to do more than poke.

  “Fuck,” I said to myself, shaking my head and laughing. My thoughts were betraying me, and I knew it was just futile to control my thoughts.

  “Oh—” The look on Liz’s face was priceless. She was three years older than I was, but acted much older than thirty. To put it bluntly, she walked around like she had a stick up her ass, and someone needed to get that stick out, but that wasn’t going to be me.

  “Sorry,” I apologized. “I just remembered something I needed to do.”

  “Oh, what is it?” she asked, shifting her eyes away to look at the students and parents milling about.

  Most of them were taking pictures and exchanging well wishes. I eyed Jane from afar. She was holding her phone in front of her and taking selfies with friends. I noticed she was the only one in her group who didn’t carry a bouquet of roses.

  Where were her parents? Had they left already?

  These affluent, wealthy students had a lot of those—absentee parents. Well, the parents had to get the money from somewhere. The fifty-five-thousand-dollar annual tuition didn’t pay for itself.

  “Sorry, am I bothering you?” Liz asked when I hadn’t said anything in the past two minutes.

  Yes. “No, of course not.” I said a little too quickly. “I mean…there’s really nothing much to say about studying for the bar is there? It’s in two months, so I’m just trying to take in as much information as I can. I’ll be spending the summer with my face in the books.”

  Or between Jane’s parted thighs.

  “Well, I’m sure teaching Civics and Government helps.”

  Not really, but I nodded my head. “It does.”

  Jane helps, my consciousness said, and I realized I needed to leave before I could get a full-fledged hard-on for the entire world to see. “Excuse me.”

  I turned around, without saying anything more, and walked back to the main building, up the stairs to my classroom to wait.

  For Jane. To make her mine. Finally.

  Just thinking abo
ut her and reading the note she’d passed with Anne was enough to make my dick jerk against my pants. I placed the back of my hand firmly against my dick. Thank fucking God the building was completely empty. What I wanted to do to Jane was just for me. I would be the only one who’d see her body, the only one to hear her sounds. I’d take her how I wanted, where I wanted, including my favorite fantasy, bent over my desk.

  On it with her legs spread apart.

  On the floor. Under the table so she was kneeling between my legs, sucking me off as I sat in my chair. Against the cabinets.

  The school supplies littering around would be a nice touch – that ruler to spank her.

  She’s a virgin, I reminded myself.

  We’d have time for the wilder stuff later on. For now, even just thinking about traditional sex with her was enough to make me come in my pants. I tipped my head sideways and looked at the clock just above the doorframe. She’d be here any minute now, but my dick couldn’t wait any longer. I’d been rubbing at it for a few minutes now. A few more strokes and I’d make a mess and I didn’t want my cum anywhere but in Jane.

  I couldn’t fucking help it. Everywhere and anywhere I looked in the classroom, I was thinking of what I’d do to her.

  There was a light knock on the door.

  “Come in,” I called.

  The door opened and in came Jane.

  With the summer sun high above in the sky outside, her cheeks were flushed from the heat. Though I couldn’t help but notice they turned redder when she met my eyes. Her eyes – they were hesitant and expectant at the same time. She knew what was going to happen, but at the same time, she wouldn’t know what to do.

  I smiled at the thought. I would teach her everything and anything she needed to know, and I’d take my time. The longer the wait, the sweeter the fruit, and the expression couldn’t be any more apt than with Jane.

  She stayed rooted in her place, waiting for me to tell her what to do. Yes, I would be her teacher once again. I’d fallen in love with her over the last year, listening to her joke with friends, straining to hear her laughter. She was never cruel to her classmates or catty with the other students. She was classy, beautiful and extremely intelligent. And she was lonely. I recognized the look in her eyes, the need to belong.

  She was mine, she just didn’t know it yet.

  “Close the door. Jane. And turn the lock.”

  Chapter Three

  Jane

  I did as I was told. I shut the door, pressed the lock, and with every second passing I felt more and more nervous and excited at the same time. Today was the day, the day I was going to lose my virginity to Mr. Parker. Just thinking about him made me wet, and I squeezed my thighs together when I felt my inner walls clench in anticipation. I’d fantasized about this so many times. Since that first day he entered class and introduced himself as our teacher, all I wanted was for him to take me.

  When I heard the click of the door, I held my breath and waited for him to give his next instruction. He’d taped thick red construction paper over the long, rectangular window in the door. His room was on the second floor. Below us, on the football field, parents and former classmates milled around taking pictures, hugging grandma and making party plans. The fact that they were so close, but had no idea where I was or what I was doing made me totally hot.

  No one could see in this room but the birds. I was alone with Mr. Parker.

  I didn’t know why, but I liked the feeling of being told what to do, especially coming from him. He felt stronger and more powerful when he ordered me around, and I loved the secure feeling that gave me. With him dominating me, I felt like I mattered, like he cared. I knew next to nothing about sex, even though I talked a big game and had watched loads of porn. When it came to the real thing, I needed someone to guide me and I was so happy it was going to be Mr. Parker.

  As he leaned against the desk, he stared at me, took in the shapeless graduation gown. I immediately felt a surge of heat run through my veins with that stare. His eyes roamed my body, from my face to my legs, and I worried when he tipped his lips down into a frown.

  What did I do?

  “Take that off.” He pointed his finger at the gown.

  Hesitantly, I did as I was told and kept my eyes on him as the black material fell and pooled around my brown uniform shoes and ankle socks. Suddenly, the air around me felt hotter. I was literally just a plaid skirt and panties away from being taken. I wanted this, didn’t I?

  I did, I mentally reaffirmed myself.

  But I didn’t know what to do! What if I didn’t please him? He’d had women, real women—not girls like me—what if I wasn’t appealing to him with my shy ways?

  Before I could back out, he pushed off the desk and moved closer to me.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, Jane,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue. “Passing notes in class…” I looked away, my nerves getting the best of me. My pussy wasn’t cooperating though. My muscles there were contracting and relaxing again and again. “And writing about losing your virginity instead of listening to the exam review.”

  Slowly, he shook his head from side to side and I felt my stomach plummet.

  I’d disappointed him.

  “You want someone to take that pussy of yours for the first time?”

  I bit my bottom lip at his question and managed to squeak out a tiny “no”.

  “I didn’t hear you, Jane.”

  “No?” He stopped moving and I found my courage.

  Now or never, Jane.

  “No. I don’t want someone to take my pussy.” I licked my lips and stared at his. “I want you.”

  He was so close to me, just a foot or two away, and I could see just a ghost of a smirk on his full lips. “You want me to take your sweet pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?” I glanced up and saw his dark eyes were dilated and focused totally and completely on me. I was a virgin, but I’d had guys look at me like that before. Mr. Parker wanted me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  “Yes, sir. I want you to take my pussy,” I said, a little more confidently than last time.

  I froze up when I felt his hand graze my thigh at the hem of my uniform skirt. I held my breath as he brushed a little higher, then stopped.

  “I need to teach you a lesson first,” he said. Just like that, he moved away from me.

  I whimpered, wondering what he was going to do. My heart beat frantically and I bit my lip as I watched him walk over to his desk and open his drawer. He took a ruler out and started to slap the end of it against the palm of his hand. Every sharp snap of noise made my pussy clench. By the time he turned back around to face me, I was shaking so badly I could barely stand. I’d heard the term weak in the knees, but never understood… until now.

  “There,” he pointed to the desk, then looked at me with those dark, piercing eyes. He’d never once looked at me like this in class. I gulped at the intensity of it. “Bad girls who break school rules need to be taught a lesson.”

  Internally, I was jumping for joy amidst the nerves. I realized I didn’t need to worry so much. I needed to stop overthinking. I didn’t need to worry about Mr. Parker regretting his decision and walking away. If he didn’t want to have sex, he would’ve told me I’d been mistaken and asked me to leave. Hell, if he didn’t want me, he wouldn’t have ordered me to be here today, now, exactly one hour after graduation.

  Yet here he was, and showing a different, sexier, and wilder side of him the students would never ever see. Only me.

  “Are you going to spank me?” I asked, walking to the desk.

  When he just stood there, I realized he was waiting. Putting my hands on the cool wood, I bent my torso over the desk.

  He didn’t waste any more time and walked to my side.

  “Bad girls get spanked on the bare. Lift the uniform, please.”

  Oh my god.

  Reaching back, I slowly lifted the hem of my plaid skirt, shimmying my hips as I did so that
it rested up about my waist.

  I turned my head and saw that he was just staring at my panty clad bottom, jaw clenched.

  “No panties, Jane. If you’re giving your pussy to me, that means it needs to be bare and available to me at all times.”

  His hands found their way to the elastic of my white lace panties and tugged them down so they rested just above my knees. I could feel the cool air on my bare skin, knew he could see everything.

  The ruler came down with a crack and I startled. The searing heat of it had me gasping.

  “Passing notes is not allowed.”

  He swung the ruler again. I hissed out a breath as it struck a new spot.

  “What do you say to that, Jane?” he asked, striking again.

  The sting was sharp and hot, but not overly painful. In fact, it only made me wetter. He had to be able to see the effects the spanking was having on me.

  He dropped the ruler onto the desk with a clatter.

  This time, when he spanked me, it was with his bare hand.

  I gasped.

  “Jane?”

  “No, sir. I mean, yes, sir.” I didn’t know how I was to answer him. I’d forgotten what the question was as his palm stroked over my heated flesh.

  “Do you like being over my desk like this? Punished by your teacher, you bad girl?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said. That was the truth and he knew it. I wouldn’t be here otherwise. He wouldn’t be spanking me otherwise.

  “Do you like the idea that anyone might come in and see just how naughty you are?”

  I hadn’t thought about anyone else, only Mr. Parker. I squirmed on the desk, nervous all of a sudden.

  “Mr. Park—” I began, but I was cut off when his finger slid over my slick folds, then started to circle around my clit. He started out slowly at first, the feeling building up inside me, until he started to pick up his pace. “Please finger me,” I moaned and begged. “Please, sir.” I wanted him inside me.