Aaliyah had definitely worked her magic on this school.
The pair of us followed Jennifer out of the room. The younger girl, maybe twenty, sauntered ahead. She kept throwing looks over her shoulder then snapping her head to face forward. Havva walked beside me, her head bowed.
We reached the office and Jennifer led us to a little waiting room off the lobby. It had a group of chairs around a coffee table. There were several religious pamphlets, one on abstinence, scattered across it.
“She’ll just be ten or fifteen minutes,” said Jennifer before she walked out. “Maybe longer. She wasn’t sure how long it’ll take, but she’s looking forward to talking to you.”
“So are you working in the office?” I asked.
“Everyone will rotate through over the year,” she said. “Spending a week working as the office assistant for a period. Gets you out of class.” She grinned at me. “We could talk about it. I would be glad to explain how this school works to you. Maybe after school. I know this great cafe.”
“Maybe,” I said, grinning at her. Bold.
Jennifer smiled and closed the door.
I glanced over at the new girl while pulling out the panties the Black girl gave me. I couldn’t help studying them. There it was, her phone number written in red lipstick across her light-blue panties. She was good to take those off without me noticing them. There was a faint musk about them. Sweet and delicious. She also wrote her name.
Natiqua.
Cute.
“Are those…?” Havva said and then blushed.
“Just a token from my admirer,” I said and folded them back up.
“One of our classmates?” Havva asked. She stared down at her hands. She rubbed them together, her thighs pressed tight. I stared at her legs above her knees. Smooth and dusky brown. She looked so beautiful.
“Yeah,” I said. If she was one of the genies, the Jann, then I needed to be bold. She would be here to win my affection. To be chosen by me. I placed my hand above her knee. “She wants me to call her.”
“By giving you her panties?” she asked. “Not a note.”
“Well, she’s letting me know why she wants me to call her.” I stroked my hand up and down her thigh, feeling the warmth of her. The silky smoothness of her skin. She swallowed, her cheeks blushing darker. “She’s bold. Some girls are like that.”
“Oh.” Havva shifted.
“Other girls like the guy to be bold,” I said. My hand reached the hem of her skirt. I pressed just beneath it. “What do you prefer in a guy?”
She shifted. “I’m not sure. I don’t know that many.” She rubbed her hands together. “My parents kept me away. That’s why I’m here.”
“All girls college?” I said, my hand creeping a little higher. “They didn’t expect there to be a boy, huh?”
She nodded.
“What do you think about me being here?” I asked, my hand vanishing beneath her skirt. Her leg felt even warmer beneath my hand. Her breathing quickened. She looked so adorable. I just wanted to lean in and kiss her.
“I don’t know,” she said. “This is… I mean… You’re touching me… At school.”
“And?” I pressed higher. My fingers brushed the edges of her panties. “What’s wrong with me touching you at school.”
“The headmistress said we should be modest.” She bit her lip. “This isn’t modest. You have your hand up my skirt.”
“Mmm, I do,” I said, my finger pressing beneath the leg hole of her panties. She was such a submissive creature. I could see it in her posture. In the way she shifted on the chair. Her small breasts rose and fell against her blouse. I felt the heat of her as my finger pressed into the soft down of her pubic hair. “And? Do you want me to stop?”
“I don’t know,” she said. Her voice was so soft.
I leaned in and my other hand cupped her cheek. She looked so confused as I lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her brown eyes brimmed with confused passion. She licked her lips as I leaned in towards her. My fingers slid through her pubic hair.
I found her juicy pussy slit. I rubbed at her hot flesh. As she gasped in shocked pleasure, I kissed her. I pressed my mouth on hers. She quivered as I fingered her pussy. She had to be the Jann. So submissive. So innocent. Just how Kyle described a Jann.
Havva closed her eyes and surrendered her lips to me. She kissed me back with gentle passion. My finger stroked up and down her pussy folds. Her juices flowed, soaking me. I brushed her hard clit, her entire body twitching, and slid lower. She whimpered into my kiss. My finger pressed into her folds and immediately felt her hymen.
A virgin. Perfect.
My dick twitched harder. I had taken Aleah and Tania’s virginity. Both were exquisite pleasures to experience. I kissed Havva harder. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She groaned as my tongue danced around in her mouth. She whimpered. She worked her delicate lips against me.
It was incredible.
Amazing.
I rubbed my finger up and down her cunt. She moaned louder into the kiss. She trembled against me. Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt. She gripped me as I loved her. I savored the taste of her. The feel of her against my lips.
I loved the taste of her.
I broke the kiss and she panted, “Corey! You’re… you’re…”
“Mmm, I know just what you need, Havva,” I said. I grinned at her. “You’re the type of girl that needs a bold guy, don’t you?”
She looked down, her dusky cheeks blushed so dark. She panted, her small breasts rising and falling, shifting the tails of her tartan bow tie.
“I can feel it. Your virgin pussy is dripping with juices. You’re just aching for someone to come along and claim you.” I pressed my finger against her clit. He gasped and her eyes widened. “For someone to do this.”
I slipped to my knees before her while sliding my fingers out of her panties. Her juices coated my digits. I shoved my other hand beneath her skirt, bulging the tartan material. I found the waistband of her cotton panties.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“What are you doing, Sir,” I corrected her as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, feeling her soft skin. I tugged. “Now lift your rump.”
She bit her lip and then did it. She raised her ass up, just as submissive as I believed. I worked her panties out from beneath her tartan skirt. They were white against her dusky thighs. I loved the sight of them. I groaned as I pulled them over her knees and then slid them down her legs. I drew them over her dainty ankles and then whipped them off.
She shuddered, her breasts rising and falling. She squirmed on the chair as I brought her panties to my nose and inhaled her musk. I breathed in deeply. She stared at me in awe as I enjoyed the sweet aroma of her pussy.
“What are you doing, sir?” she asked, her voice soft. A whisper of silk.
“Enjoying your passion,” I said. I put her panties in my pocket. “I’m keeping those, Havva. A memento.”
I thrust up her skirt. She gasped but didn’t stop me. She still clutched her hands tight. I revealed her black bush peeking out from between her closed thighs. Her sweet aroma swelled in my nose. She trembled as I grabbed her knees.
I pressed her legs apart.
She didn’t resist me. She bit her lower lip and let out a whimpering moan. I exposed her pussy adorned by her black bush. Through those dark strands, I could make out her virginal slit. I pulled her to the edge of her chair. She leaned back, her hands grabbing the front of her blouse.