Page 3

I want you to be my first.

Mr. North: I think you have the wrong number.

No. I’m definitely talking to you, Carter.

I’ve never been fucked,

and I want my first time to be with you.

Mr. North: Who is this?

My heart raced as I typed in my response.

Me: Guess

Mr. North: I’m not playing this game.

I went outside to escape the chaos of the bustling hallway and found a quiet spot to go through my phone. I didn’t let nerves stop me as I found just the right picture and pressed send.

I knew I needed to act fast. I didn’t have time for delays anymore. It was now or never. I wouldn’t even have a phone in a matter of weeks, and I’d fantasized about this for years, so I had to take my shot.

Me: Let me show you.

CARTER

I nearly dropped my phone when I saw the picture that flashed across the closed screen and just managed to hide it in my pocket instead, keeping my eyes trained straight ahead.

It didn’t matter. The image I’d barely glimpsed was burned into my memory.

Mrs. Green, the principal, droned on without a break in her week’s agenda. I glanced around at the attendees of the routine faculty meeting. Not everyone was paying attention, but no one seemed to notice my reaction to what I’d seen on my phone, thank God.

I closed my eyes, rubbing at my temples.

That made it worse. My mystery texter had done a number on my brain. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d seen.

It had been a lot of skin.

Fuck. Who was it? My mind flashed to Nova Monroe, but I didn’t know if it was because that’s how I pictured her naked, or because it was actually her.

Fuck. Did I want it to be her?

Some part of me clearly did, and I was not okay with that.

I’d always had contempt for the teachers that got off on bagging students. To take advantage of a young girl (even if she was legal) like that was reprehensible to me.

But I didn’t want to take advantage of Nova. I wanted to take care of her. In every way.

Fuck. This line of thought would lead to my personal and professional ruin, and still I couldn’t get it out of my head.

It felt like it took forever before I could leave. It was only after I’d gotten into my car, driven a good five miles, and then pulled over into a near-empty parking lot before I pulled my phone out again and looked at the picture.

Getting nudes was hardly an anomaly so I could only figure it was the conversation and my own errant thoughts that had my heart pounding as I looked at my phone.

The picture got right to point, cropped to show me her body from shoulders to thighs. Every inch of it was perfect.

She was naked and had round, perky, natural breasts that were big enough to overfill my large hands. Her skin was golden and even-toned everywhere.

My mystery virgin was showing me plenty, but none of it was identifying her for sure. I couldn’t even tell her hair color. Her sex was shaved, her legs parted just enough to show me.