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The Teacher and the Virgin: Copyright © 2018 by Jessa James
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James, Jessa
Teacher and the Virgin
Cover design copyright 2017 by Jessa James, Author
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1
Jane
“Who?” the note read.
I turned my head to the right and met my friend Anne’s curious green eyes. She raised an eyebrow up at me, remaining quiet. There was no talking in class, but I immediately knew what she was asking. Words weren’t needed. Not for this.
Who was I planning to lose my virginity to?
Anne and I, and eight other girls in the senior class, made a pact to lose our virginity by the end of summer. Graduation was next week, so we had a couple months to get the deed done before we all went off to college. All of us being eighteen, we’d felt it was past time, especially since going to an all girls’ school made near impossible to find worthy boys. We wanted to go to college experienced.
I didn’t want to be the last virgin in our group, but I didn’t have to worry. I didn’t have to find a boy I liked. I didn’t have to pretend to be in love, or chase after some stranger at the mall. I knew exactly who I wanted to get naked with.
I wanted Mr. Parker to take my virginity. I wanted my teacher to punch my V card.
Mr. Parker. He was only a few years older than me, and not skinny and awkward like the guys my age. No, he was all man.
While I saw him every day for my US government class, I doubted he noticed me. I was just one of his many students. One more young woman in an endless see of long hair and cherry flavored lip gloss. I existed in an ocean of khaki and plaid, the school’s overly conservative uniform. Underneath, I wore a lace bra and matching g-string panties every other day, the days I had Mr. Parker’s class.
And before class, I went to the ladies room and took off the bra. I loved the way my heavy cotton shirt rubbed my sensitive nipples, and I hoped he’d notice the hard tips that ached for his touch.
He was gorgeous and educated, his hard