Emily was too shy to speak, but she nodded and I leaned in and kissed her, and my whole world shook like a high-magnitude earthquake. Her lips were soft, firm, wet and smooth, instantly making me think about her pussy.
I pressed against her so she could feel my bulge, and she pushed back against me, a sexy moan escaping her lips.
“That’s because of you,” I told her. “I want you, princess. You see?”
Emily nodded again, rested her lips against mine. Unable to contain myself anymore, I wrapped my hands around Emily’s tight little waist and lifted her onto the table behind me. She gasped as I snatched the hem of her skirt up to reveal her pretty little black panties, a thong, that barely covered her mound.
She was wet. I could see it through the thin cloth, and that only drove me crazier.
“I’m going to have you, princess,” I told her. “Has anyone ever eaten your pussy?”
Emily looked like my words had surprised her, then slowly shook her head.
“Good,” I smiled as I tugged her thong strings down over her hip bones.
“We—we don’t have time,” she said. “My sister.”
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “We have time for this. This is all about you. Just sit back and relax, and show me that sweet candy.”
Chapter Four
Emily
Is this really happening!?
I couldn’t believe it. My mind was spinning and my whole body was flushed with heat as Mr. Cox—Dylan—tugged at my underwear.
I’d been shocked enough as it was when Margie brought me to this house, but now I was completely losing my mind. Mr. Cox, the hottest teacher from my high school—actually the hottest guy I’d ever seen in my life—had me on his table with my dress up. We’d just made out, and I was wet for him.
I wanted him…
I had always been attracted to him, that was a given. All the girls at school had been, and had always made jokes about his last name and what they would do if he ever came on to them. Sure, I’d also flirted with him a little bit, but I never expected anything like this to happen.
He was off-limits, wasn’t he?
I had no idea how old he was, but it was enough to classify him as an “older man,” and he had been my teacher. Didn’t that make this wrong?
He’s not your teacher anymore, I thought as he looked up at me from between my legs, his eyes burning with a desire I’d never seen from anyone before. Something about his gaze empowered me, made me feel sexy in a way I never had.
It’s wrong, I thought. But it feels so right.
I lifted myself slightly off the table, which allowed Mr. Cox to pull my panties down. My breath caught in my chest as they came down to my thighs. A smile crept across his gorgeous, chiseled face, and he pulled again and my thong came down to my ankles and fell to the floor.
“Show me, princess,” he whispered.
This time, without hesitating, I spread my legs and showed him my little pussy. I was shaking with anticipation. I felt so naughty. Four months ago, this sexy man had been my math teacher, and now I was showing him something no one else had ever seen. And my sister was outside and would be back any minute!
“So sexy,” Mr. Cox groaned. His strong hands gripped my thighs and spread me open even more. My back arched at his touch and I felt suddenly aware of my womanhood.
When his lips touched the inside of my thigh, I cried out and quickly clasped a hand over my lips to quiet myself. His touch sent a shock up my spine and I had to brace myself against the table to stop myself from collapsing down onto my back.
“No one has ever kissed you here?” Mr. Cox asked me.
“No one has ever even…seen me like this,” I replied. His eyes lit up and he smiled like I’d just told him the greatest thing ever.
He kissed the inside of my other thigh and I shook again. I could see kids walking up and down the street outside his window, and I prayed that Margie would take her time getting back from Desiree’s house.
“You don’t shave,” he said simply.