Page 29 of The Naughty Virgin

“Well, I still call him “Mr. Phillips” or even “Sir” sometimes,” I giggled into the phone. “He likes it.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a bad, bad girl!” squealed 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, and instead he’s teaching you about the facts of life up close and personal.”

I just groaned.

“I know, Min, I know, he’s our biology teacher and I’m learning about my body and reproduction,” I said rolling my eyes. “But it’s so much more than that,” I said firmly.

“Whaaa….?” Mindy’s voice dragged out. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I told him I loved him,” I confessed. “I couldn’t help it, it just came out while we were making love.”

“No way!” squealed my friend. “No fucking way! You ho! You’re such a dirty ho!”

I frowned. Why was I a ho for saying “I love you”? That sounded twisted and backwards, exactly the opposite of my intentions. But Mindy clarified.

“Because it’s gonna 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, 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 frowned angrily. There was 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 was nothing lopsided about it now. Stone was as much under my spell as I was under his.

I opened my mouth to protest but Mindy was interrupted again.

“Boomer!” my friend shouted. “Boomer, stop pounding on the door! Stop or else I’m gonna tell Mom!”

And I sighed. Reality struck. My friend and I were still high school girls living at home with our parents and siblings and didn’t have much independence. We were watched 24/7 most days, with no income of our own and no way to be free. But before I could say anything, Mindy came back on the line

“Listen, I gotta go,” she apologized. “I’m actually supposed to be babysitting Boomer and he’s up to something bad outside, I gotta go stop him before our mom gets back.”

I sighed again.

“Sure, no problem Min, see you tomorrow,” I said and resigned, put down the receiver.

Boomer and his antics only highlighted what I already knew, what had been swimming around my subconscious. Because no matter how much I believed myself to be an adult, no one would see it the same way. At eighteen, I felt mature, felt like I could handle myself, but the outside world was different. What they saw was a young girl, naïve and inexperienced, who had her virginity taken by a sleazy older guy, someone who had power over me. How to make it right? How would Stone and I overcome these preconceived notions?

The truth was that I had no idea. But Stone and I were a team, and on Monday, I’d be back in Biology. My cheeks heated and my body warmed at the thought of seeing my handsome teacher again. I couldn’t wait, couldn’t wait to see him in action, his explanations of boring scientific concepts clear and concise, his charisma making even the dullest topic interesting. Plus afterwards? Well, there was always lunch, dinner, or even the air mattress in the locked classroom again. I was so hungry for him, for his body and his mind, that it didn’t matter … I needed Mr. Phillips, badly, as soon as possible.

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