I texted her again

It’s nice to wake up smiling.

It’s a nice feeling.

I had zero regrets about last night. If she didn’t play along with our little texting game, that was fine. I had my fun. I wasn’t that good at texting like that. I knew it was just a bunch of thoughts streaming out as I got myself off, and hopefully her too. But I knew she read them, and that was enough for me.

I’d love to know if she did though. That fucking girl. Mmm. I loved to picture it. The look on her face when she orgasmed. Orgasmed? Was that a word? Who the fuck knows? I wanted to make her look me in the eyes when she came, either by her own hand or mine. Preferably my dick, to be honest, but I’d take what I could get.

Mom was still sleeping when I left. She worked a long shift yesterday so I let her sleep in.

I took a shower and slapped some deodorant on, sprayed on a few sprays of cologne, grabbed some breakfast, then took a little drive to pick up some supplies. I had been putting off changing the oil in my car and decided today was a good day for it. It was a little after 7:00 in the morning or so, but it was already nice out. The birds were singing, and the quiet, peacefulness of the day added to my overall good mood.

Had I known what time they went to church, or even which church they attended, I may have made a little trip to tell her good morning. I’d have to find out. No use in her wasting a Sunday when she could be with me, learning…other things.

And that’s really what made me send her a text. What made me turn around and change my destination, and my plans for the morning. I looked down at my phone after I hit send, smirking as I reread it.

School parking lot. Half an hour. I want to finish what we started at your house. Don’t make me wait.

I had originally planned to spend a nice day at home, but thinking about railing her in a church parking lot…damn. I guess you could say it started my engine. I didn’t know if she’d take it seriously or not. If she’d show up. But I had a good suspicion that she would. After all, she’d had been pretty obedient up until now, so why stop?

I smirked and let out a breath when ‘Read’ appeared below my text about 2 minutes later. No response, of course, but I like to think she was excited to hear from me, leaving him in bed to sleep while she snuck around the house quietly to obey my request.

I pulled into the school parking lot and slowly drove to the back lot, where she normally parked, and waited.

I rolled my windows down and turned the car off. The morning was very calm, and apart from a light breeze, there was a certain stillness in the air. I felt good. Confident. Excited. This was still dangerous, after all. A secret meeting. Teacher and student. It was thrilling. The kind of thing I never could have dreamed about. But it all felt so right, like it was meant to be from the moment we met.

The last few weeks replayed in my mind as I waited. Snapshots of all the shit we’d done filled my head with pleasant memories, making my dick swell happily inside my basketball shorts. I didn’t bother wearing any underwear this morning, figuring I’d be in and out of the auto parts store and back at home already. I felt its warmth against my left thigh as I gently closed my legs together, almost laughing at how quickly a day’s plans can change. I welcomed that change.

What started as a nice, lazy morning of planned car maintenance turned into me in my high school parking lot, waiting to get my dick wet. Maybe. If she showed up. Who am I kidding? Of course she’d show up. She’d proven to me again and again that I had some control over her. It was the perfect relationship, as far as I was concerned. Better than I’d ever dreamed one could be.

When I saw her car slowly turn into the back lot I smiled and let out a deep sigh, already feeling those butterflies in my stomach. Maybe I felt them a little lower, too. Good girl. I looked at my phone. She was a few minutes later than I specified, but I didn’t give two shits. She came. Somehow I knew she would. And that told me two things. She would do what I told her, and she wanted the same thing I did. Both were equally thrilling.

I didn’t look over at her when her car slowed to a stop two parking spots to the left of me. I listened as she kept her car running for another minute, as if she were thinking it over, leaving her car on in case she got cold feet and decided this was a bad idea. But when I heard the engine stop, I knew I had her. At least for today. I smirked and looked down at my lap, wondering if today was going to be the day, or if we were just going to have some more fun.

I was good with either, but I didn’t know for sure. All I really knew, was that we would both leave this parking lot satisfied.