I was starting to think she wouldn’t

I stood with my back and head against the brick wall just outside the southwest exit door of the school, a dull heaviness in my dick. My eyes were closed as I slowly blew out and carelessly flicked the butt of a spent cigarette, opening my eyes to see the white smoke dissipate into the air.

I checked my phone. Ten minutes had passed. I’ll give her another ten and then I’m leaving. I adjusted my bulge and exhaled. I was about to light up another cigarette when I heard the loud noise of the door unlatching. Those big, horizontal things on the door that you push to open it had an unmistakable sound. I looked over and smiled.

“You came,” I commented, amused. She hesitated in the doorway, the door opened halfway as she looked at me. Like she rushed to get here but now that she was here she didn’t know what to do. She seemed surprised that I waited, her alert eyes locked onto mine. The look in her eyes is so hard to describe, but I loved it. It suited her. It was kind of a cautious alertness, like she was waiting for something. Expectant. Innocent.

“Come here,” I said, my voice warm and my tone casually friendly but still expecting to be obeyed. She hesitated a few moments but timidly walked outside, her head down as she looked at the ground in front of her.

“Where’s your car?” I asked, eyeing her up and down. Her hands lightly scratched at the leg of her jeans, as if she was nervous all of a sudden.

“In the, uh…back lot,” she responded, her voice quiet but steady as she quickly raised and lowered her arm to point past me, her hand returning to its position against her right leg, fingernails softly scratching again. Her left hand came up and cleared a stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her left ear.

I smiled at her awkwardness. Everything about her was so cute.

“Show me,” I said. She looked up at me again, and after a momentary concerned wrinkle of her eyebrows and a few quick darts of her eyes to scan the parking lot, she looked back at me. Her eyes were quick. Nervous. It lasted only a second or two, but she looked at me, at the ground, and at me again.

She suddenly clasped her hands together, softly wringing them while she took a tentative step backward, looking at the ground again. “Maybe-”

Nope.

“Come on,” I interrupted, holding my arm out to signal it was time to move, making the decision for her. Second thoughts, huh? I could hear it in the tone of her voice. I exhaled through my nose in amusement. Not gonna happen.

She almost nodded at the ground, her eyebrows wrinkling again. As if to say ‘Yeah, you’re right. It was a stupid idea anyway.’

She nervously scanned the parking lot again, and let out an inaudible breath. She took a timid step forward, and then kept her head down as she passed me. She stopped at the end of the wall, hesitating to peek around the corner. I stopped right up against her and pressed my crotch to her ass. She tensed up and I smiled, inhaling the pleasant scent of whatever shampoo she used. I pictured her tight, pink asshole puckering against my bulge, and my dick flexed in response.

She must have felt it, because she turned her head slightly to look back. Not at me, but down and in my direction over her left shoulder.

The coast was clear, and I nudged against her ass with my crotch, making her take a step forward. I followed her to her car, parked several spaces away from 1 other car in the lot. Not a lot of teachers parked back here since they expanded the front parking lot last year. Long grass grew up through cracks in the asphalt. Darker streaks covered the cracks from a previous effort to combat the very weedy grass which proudly grew up through them.

She drove a white Honda Civic that was relatively new. Maybe last year’s model. On a teacher’s salary, probably leased and not owned. She hesitated and looked over the roof of the car at me as I stood at the passenger door. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips as if expecting some loud noise, then pushed a button on her key fob, unlocking the doors. I opened the door and got inside, and watched as eventually, she quietly got in and shut the door.

It was much quieter in the car. I could barely hear the birdsong that was so lively a few moments ago. We both sat there, and I looked at her as she kept her head and eyes forward, hands on the wheel, looking out the front windshield as if lost in thought. She blinked frequently, her eyes nervous.

“Nice car,” I said, and she finally looked over at me. Her eyebrows raised and she politely smiled a little, her eyes only momentarily meeting mine before drifting down to unfocus. I shifted in my seat and her eyes were alert again, and locked onto mine.

I briefly glanced out each window of the car and softly grit my teeth, inhaling the scent of the inside of her car, as well as her.

“Show me your ass,” I said, looking right into her eyes.