The Trashy Virgin: A Menage Romance

“I’m getting a B in your class,” I growled, trying not to look at her. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”

But the woman got up and sashayed towards me, blonde hair pulled into a tight bun on the back of her head, glasses perched on the tip of her nose, a white blouse tight on her breasts. If I wasn’t mistaken, the older lady was actually trying to look like a naughty librarian, evoking some kind of MILF fantasy.

And shit, it was boring. To tell you the truth, my teacher was okay looking, in pretty good shape for someone forty and past her prime, boobs saggy, waist thickening, and maybe if I didn’t know Katy, I’d be into it. After all, it was just too easy, the woman was practically devouring me at this point, eyeing me up and down, licking her lips as she took in my tall, muscular body, the t-shirt that hugged my biceps, jeans that clung to my long legs.

But the problem was that I did know Katy. Because the brunette was everything that I wanted, curvy, sweet, always the first to jump up and help with the dishes, doing our laundry, folding our clothes, taking good care of Brent and I. And her laugh, her smile, made me feel ten miles tall. I’m not a funny guy by nature, but Katy always giggled at my jokes, always let out a sweet titter, a shy smile even when my gags fell flat and stupid.

So yeah, I was already taken and faced now with Ms. Smith prowling towards me, eyeing me up and down, the whole thing was pretty gross. Even a little pathetic, come to think of it. Because what cougar goes hunting her own students? It was grounds to be fired and yet Ms. Smith was so desperate she was willing to risk it.

So when the blonde placed her hands on my chest, those long, red fingernails digging into my pecs, I tried to stay calm, remind myself that this was a woman who needed help. Grabbing her hands firmly in mine, I pulled them away from my body.

“Like I said,” I rumbled, “I got a B on the last midterm so I’m fine, thanks.”

Ms. Smith pouted and wiggled her hips a bit.

“I can make it an A,” she breathed, peering at me over her glasses, licking her red, lipsticked lips. “Or even an A+.”

Shit, this was really beyond the pale. Not just coming onto a student but also offering to change his grades in return for … ? What exactly? I didn’t want to know.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” I managed in a neutral voice. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” I said, turning to go. But I could tell it wasn’t over yet because she was still gazing at me hungrily, eyeing my muscular back, the broad shoulders and long legs like she hadn’t heard a word of my rejection. I could tell from the sassy gleam in her eyes that even a direct “no” in plain English hadn’t turned her off.

But I wasn’t gonna hang out, no way, the sooner I got to sweeter pastures, the better. So I beat feet, crossing the classroom in two long strides and banged the door shut behind me. And once out, I stopped, shaking my head in the empty hallway. What the fuck? Had that really happened? Had my English teacher offered me an A+ in return for sex, in return for hot meat in her body? Holy shit, holy shit, this was so fucked up.

But I guess it wasn’t that hard to believe. I’m a full-grown man now, with a hard, masculine body, no longer the stretched out Gumby figure I used to be. Now I was an alpha with a commanding presence, newfound assurance and confidence. So yeah, a lot more heads were turning, women scrambling over each other to get to know me, begging for a second of my time, to feel my hands on their bodies. But fuck, I only wanted Katy. It’s so fucked up, I know, we live together and she’s practically like my sister. But what am I supposed to do? There was no one quite like my beautiful brunette with the sassy hips and gentle smile, the breathy little laugh that made my dick so fucking hard all the time, even though it was totally wrong.

So striding to my truck, I heaved my stuff in, trying to clear my head. I wanted her, yeah, but it was wrong, right? I mean, it’s wrong to feel this way about someone whose bedroom was literally next to yours, whose panties hung right next to your boxers on the clothesline. But I couldn’t help it, and my mind took off in perverted directions, thinking only of Katy’s shapely body, how much I wanted to have some alone time with my best girl, bask in her presence, enjoy her smiles, her words, gaze upon that sweet, curvy form without another man in the room. So with a grunt, I took off, ready to lay eyes on the little beauty.