The Naughty Virgin

By: Cassandra Dee

I steepled my hands under my chin thoughtfully.

“Well, we can work something out,” I said smoothly, my face impassive as I leaned back in the chair, casually handsome, in total control.

“Oh, would you consider doing it for free?” the brunette breathed, her eyes going wide with delight. “That would be so kind, Mr. Phillips!”

I threw my head back and laughed.

“Oh no little girl, this isn’t going to be free, not exactly,” I said casually. “We need to work out something in terms of payment.”

And Evie looked at the floor again, her hands twisting into one another, the look on her face crestfallen.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Phillips,” she said quietly. “My family doesn’t have much and it’s tough to drum up more. Fifteen dollars would be the most we could afford and I know that’s not enough for someone with your credentials.”

At that, a wolfish grin came over my face.

“I’m not asking for anything from your family,” I rumbled, “No, I figured the payment would come from you.”

The brunette looked confused, raising her head to meet my gaze with puzzled eyes.

“From me?” she asked quizzically. “I mean, I guess I could help you grade papers or do some filing. Or is there something else?” she asked, perplexed.

I shook my head.

“No, nothing like that. Grading papers would be a conflict of interest, you’d see other students’ grades and I don’t have much filing on hand,” I shrugged. “But I do have something else in mind.”

And the brunette shook her head, the mass of curls tumbling over her shoulders.

“But what?” she asked, her brow creased. “I mean, I’m still in high school so I don’t exactly have any marketable skills,” she said wryly.

And at that, I pulled the kumquat out of my pocket, the little globe orange and juicy, shiny under the classroom lights. Because after Evie had popped it out of her pussy, it’d rolled down the darkened hallway to stop at my feet, and I’d surreptitiously picked it up, stowing it in my pocket until I got home, smelling the tang of her pussy juice, licking the little fruit while re-living what I’d just seen in my head.

And I could tell the brunette recognized the fruit, her eyes going wide, her breasts heaving with agitation.

“Is this yours?” I asked casually, with a smile on my face, holding up the little fruit.

And the brunette’s shocked gasp was answer enough, my body going on alert, hungry suddenly … for what Evie had to offer.



Oh god, oh god. What was that in Mr. Phillips’ hand? Oh god, could it be? I felt myself go hot, then cold, then hot again, my face going beet red, the flush spreading across my chest, my hands and feet suddenly clammy.

I’d searched for the kumquat after my little session during Homecoming, literally crawled on my hands and knees trying to find my lost fruit in that darkened hallway. But I’d come up empty and finally gave up, shrugging my shoulders. It was no big deal, it was just a piece of random fruit, the janitor would pick it up the next morning and trash it.

Except here it was in Mr. Phillips’ fingers and he was smiling at me like he knew.

“Um,” I stuttered nervously. “Doesn’t look familiar, no.”

But the big man was smooth.

“I think you know,” he rumbled deep in his chest, his blue eyes dancing. “Don’t pretend little girl, I think it belongs to you.”

“Um, it’s… it’s a baby orange?” I feigned ignorance.

The big man just chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

“I think you know what it is, Evie,” he growled, his eyes suddenly intent. “It’s a kumquat and you know where it’s been.”

At that I flushed again, probably turning an even deeper shade of red. Because it’d been in my pussy, I’d moaned and screamed during my session, sure that I was alone, sure that the thumping of the music muffled any sounds I was making. But Mr. Phillips’ devilish grin told another truth – that he’d seen the whole thing and I was outed. Oh my god.

My lips trembled, in fact my whole body trembled, and I turned pleading brown eyes to him.

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