Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
But when the handsome man calls my name unexpectedly, I’m surprised and jerk in my seat.
“Evie,” he says with a casual grin, “were you listening?”
“Um, yes,” I reply, biting my lip and looking down while growing beet red. “Totally, yes.”
“Okay, what did I just say then?”
“Um,” here I bite my lip again. But fortunately, Mindy saves me with her frantic hand gestures. “You said that the exam’s going to be next week, and it’s going to cover Chapter Seven,” I parrot. Incredible that I know Mindy so well that she can transmit such detailed information to me, but we aren’t able to pull one on Mr. Phillips. He can see her gestures. We’re only fifteen feet away, after all.
“That’s right,” he says. “But may I speak to the both of you after class today?”
Mindy spins around to face forward with a shocked look, making me giggle a little. My friend is such a drama queen. It had been obvious that she’d been signaling to me, but she wasn’t about to let that hold her back.
“B-but I didn’t do anything,” she wails piteously.
“How’d you know I was talking to you then?” rumbles Mr. Phillips wryly.
“I-I didn’t do anythiiiiing!” Mindy wails again. And maybe it’s the tears welling in her eyes, or the way her chin is trembling and shaking, but suddenly, my friend is off the hook, and I’m the only one who has to stay after.
So when the bell rings, I gather my books nervously, my heart beating a million miles a minute. My classmates brush past me, and I keep my head down, biting my lip while looking around.
“Don’t be too long,” whispers Mindy under her breath. “I’ll save you a seat at lunch, and you can tell me all about Homecoming.”
That makes me color because Homecoming had been awesome. I’d had an unforgettable session with my kumquat in the privacy of a darkened hallway, spilling my juices while moaning to the high heavens. And the best part was that I’d been fantasizing about Mr. Phillips the entire time. Yep, my unsuspecting biology teacher has no idea that he’d been the source of an ecstasy-driven orgasm, a little fruit mixing with his handsome face to bring me to heaven again and again.
Coming back to the present, I bite my lip and look around … and find Mr. Phillips staring at me, his eyes knowing and warm, like he can read my mind.
CHAPTER FOUR
Stone
Evie is downright gorgeous. She’s shy but an absolute stunner. The girl is curvy everywhere, with big boobs, a round ass, and wide, swinging hips that make my mouth water as she walks toward me.
Because how can I not notice? The brunette is nothing like the silly ditzes who throw themselves at me all of the time. Take Kim, for instance. The blonde thinks she’s so sexy with her long golden hair and huge tits, but she’s actually kind of gross. She looks like Rapunzel on drugs. And the tits? Kim is the proverbial tits on a stick. She has a huge set of D’s bolted onto a scrawny body.
I hate that look. It might be popular with some guys, but an underweight skeleton accessorized by huge water balloons just isn’t for me. I like fleshy and real, a juicy ass to grab, huge handfuls of breast, and chunky thighs to bite into. So Kim is borderline gross in my viewpoint, which makes it all the worse that she sits up front each day, batting her eyelashes furiously at me.
But the girl I really want to know has just made things easy for me. Evie is standing nervously by my desk, her hands crossed in front of her, shyly ducking her head. Her hair is glorious, a mass of beautiful brunette curls. What would it feel like to run my hands through the shining fall and wrap a strand or two around my dick? But I’m getting ahead of myself.
“So,” I begin casually, leaning back in my chair. “I hear you’re aiming to take the AP exam at the end of the year.”
“Um yeah,” she says, biting her lip, her cheeks slightly pink. “But it’s not because your class is bad or anything, Mr. Phillips. It’s because I’m learning so much that I figure I might be able to pass the exam with just a little extra studying.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
“Just a little extra?” I ask. “The AP exam is really tough, and my class is regular biology, not advanced placement. How are you going to pass that thing, much less get a five?” A five is the highest score you can get.
“Well,” Evie hums, looking hesitantly at me. “My parents have offered to spring for a tutor. Sort of,” she corrects herself. “I have to pay for some of the sessions myself.”
My eyebrows raise again.
“Biology tutors don’t come cheap,” I rumble casually. “A colleague of mine tutors on the side, but he charges 150 bucks a pop. That’s 150 bucks per hour,” I stress.