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)
And I smile to myself because yeah, we are equals in the relationship.
“Well, I still call him ‘Mr. Phillips’ or even ‘Sir’ sometimes,” I giggle into the phone. “He likes it.”
“Oh my god! You’re such a bad, bad girl!” squeals my friend. “Do you realize how wrong this is? You’re a high school girl, and he’s our teacher. He’s supposed to be teaching us about cell division and mitosis and meiosis; instead, he’s teaching you about the facts of life, up close and personal.”
I just groan and roll my eyes. “I know, Min, I know. He’s our biology teacher, and I’m learning about my body and reproduction. But it’s so much more than that,” I declare firmly.
“Whaaa….?” Mindy’s voice drags out. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I told him I loved him,” I confess. “I couldn’t help it; the words just came out while we were making love.”
“No way!” squeals my friend. “No fucking way! You ho! You’re such a dirty ho!”
I frown. Why am I a ho for saying ‘I love you’? That sounds twisted and backwards, exactly the opposite of my intentions. But Mindy goes on to clarify.
“Because it’s going to make him look so bad! When the authorities investigate, you’re going to be painted as the vulnerable, young girl who lost her heart to an older man, blurting out ‘I love you’ after a week. The news will report that you were in way over your head. Mr. Phillips is going to be the wily, conniving predator who got his claws into you, forcing you into a dark place.”
I frown angrily. There’s absolutely nothing true about that statement; in fact, it couldn’t be further from reality. Sure, we’d started off illicitly, Stone and I, making love in a locked classroom, but there’s nothing lopsided about it now. Stone is as much under my spell now as I am under his.
I open my mouth to protest, but Mindy is interrupted again.
“Boomer!” my friend shouts. “Boomer, stop pounding on the door! Stop, or else I’m going to tell Mom!”
I sigh as reality strikes me. My friend and I are still high school girls who live at home with our parents and siblings, and we don’t have much independence. We are watched 24/7 most days, with no income of our own and no way to be free. But before I can say anything, Mindy comes back on the line.
“Listen, I’ve got to go,” she apologizes. “I’m actually supposed to be babysitting Boomer, and he’s up to something bad outside. I’ve got to go stop him before our mom gets back.”
I sigh again. “Sure, no problem, Min. See you tomorrow.” Resigned, I put down the receiver.
Boomer and his antics only highlight what I already know, what has already been swimming around in my subconscious: No matter how much I believe myself to be an adult, no one else will see it that way. At eighteen, I feel mature, I feel like I can handle myself, but the outside world sees me differently. What they would see is a young girl, naïve and inexperienced, who’s had her virginity taken by a sleazy older guy, someone who has power over me. How can I make it right? How will Stone and I overcome these preconceived notions?
The truth is that I have no idea. But Stone and I are a team, and on Monday, I’ll be back in biology. My cheeks heat and my body warms at the thought of seeing my handsome teacher again. I can’t wait to see him in action again. His explanations of boring scientific concepts are clear and concise, and his charisma makes even the dullest topic interesting. Plus, afterward? Well, there’s always lunch, dinner, or even the air mattress in the locked classroom again. I’m so hungry for him – for his body and his mind – that where doesn’t matter … I need Mr. Phillips, badly, as soon as possible.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Evie
I smooth my skirt and take a deep breath before walking into the classroom. I’m nervous to see Mr. Phillips again. Our romance is still so new. My stomach is doing flips in anticipation. I can’t wait for his warm gaze to land on my curves and make me tingle inside while my pussy grows wet with expectation. So I’d gotten dressed this morning carefully, thinking about his words.
He’d mentioned like he liked curvy, so this morning, I’d struggled into a snug bodysuit. The tan material hugs my breasts, causing my cleavage to jut out like a prow. My Double D’s look like Double F’s this way, but hey, the big man said big boobs turn him on, and I’m only too happy to please.
Thoughtfully, I’d picked out a matching skirt. I didn’t want to look too trampy, so I pulled out a pleated number that hit mid-thigh. Sexy but still decent. Hmm, yeah, this will work well. I don’t want to wear shorts or pants because with the bodysuit, all Mr. Phillips will have to do is flip my skirt up, unsnap the buttons under my vagina, and dive right in. There are no extra hindrances, and my crotch is already slightly damp, the nectar beginning to run at the thought of seeing Mr. Phillips again.