She didn’t, but she did

She lay across her desk and let me continue running my hands all over her waist and hips, either too aroused to stop me or too nervous to try. Maybe both. I smiled down at my prize, thanking the universe, or God…whomever or whatever it was, for bringing this girl into my life.

I slid my thumb inside the back of her leggings again, just my fingertip, and slid it across her back. I felt her tailbone and that wonderful, adorable little spot where her ass crack started. She tensed up and sharply inhaled when my thumb brushed by it, and she spun herself around as she stood up.

She was immediately aware of the space between us, or rather, the lack thereof. She momentarily locked eyes with me, but couldn’t hold my gaze and quickly looked down and away. Moments passed, yet she made no move to push me away or run. She just stood there, as if she had no idea how to leave. Or no willpower to.

I stepped to her and placed my left hand on her warm crotch. Her hands immediately grabbed mine, firmly trying to move it. My middle finger pressed against her pussy as I quickly reached around her and grabbed her ass with my right hand. She gasped and her eyebrows wrinkled as her mouth opened. The shock of my middle fingers touching her both of her warm holes through her leggings made her hum involuntarily.

Her body slumped and she lowered her head, tilting it against my chest as my fingers pressed against her. Her hand touched my chest, but she didn’t push me away. She just kept her hand there. Her shoulders rose and fell with each soft breath as she quietly let me fondle both of her most intimate places with greedy, yet gentle movements of my fingers.

“Grab your things,” I said, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. “…and don’t keep me waiting too long.” I reluctantly moved my hands off of her and stroked her hair, then bent down to pick up my backpack, slinging it on my shoulder. Without a backward glance, I left the classroom.

I was waiting by her car when she slowly turned the corner. She noticed me and halted for a moment, then tightened her purse and ran her fingers back through her hair once, walking again with her head down as if it was nothing but a typical walk to her car after work.

Was she surprised to see me? Did she think I was kidding? I watched her get closer and push the key fob, unlocking both car doors. I walked around to meet her on the driver’s side. She turned her head toward me and looked at the ground, still watching me out of the corner of her eye, and opened her door.

I gently put my hands on her hips and pulled her back into me. “No no no,” I said casually, amused, and opened the back door of the driver’s side. She looked around nervously, as if she was sure there were witnesses to our scandalous rendezvous. She turned around quickly, about to say something. I knew she suddenly had cold feet, probably worrying about another stain she’d have to scrub off the inside of the car. I wonder if her car smelled like my cum, and she smelled it the whole way home yesterday. I held my finger up to my smiling lips, and that was enough to extinguish whatever spark of defiance she was about to ignite.

I pulled open the door and sat down inside, sliding over behind the passenger seat. She lingered outside of the car for a few moments. “Someone’s gonna see you,” I said playfully, but with an air of seriousness, and she quickly and silently sat down inside, pulling the door shut once she was in.

She looked very nervous, like she didn’t want to be here. But she was here. And so was I. Might as well make the most of it.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap?” I suggested, and her eyes closed, a look of **** unease, maybe even revulsion on her face. I didn’t take it personally. I knew deep down she liked it. The attention I gave her. She timidly slid closer to me, the soft sounds of the quiet creaks of the seat adding to the urgency of the moment. She let out an unsteady breath and lifted herself, putting her right leg awkwardly over my left.

As my arousal took over, so did I. I cupped my right hand under her right thigh and put my left under her left ass cheek, easily lifting her and setting her in my lap. She lightly gasped at the gentle man-handling I gave her, and exhaled softly once my bulge nestled into her ass. My left hand slid around and up under her hoodie, cupping her breast roughly while my right hand went between her legs.

I lifted and leaned back, making her fall back against me. Her legs raised instinctively and I moved my hand from her crotch, cupping under her thigh to place her right foot on my knee. She set her left foot down onto my left knee in a similar position, and I squeezed the underside of her thigh, my left hand rubbing the skin of her tight belly.

The creaking, soft sounds of the car seat under our combined weight were quiet, but somehow sensual. As if they played the soundtrack to our inappropriate tryst.

“Kiss me,” I whispered into her right ear. She exhaled, the arousal she felt in the classroom finally returning. Her head tilted back and she looked up into my eyes for a moment, then closed hers, shame not allowing her to hold my lustful gaze.

I leaned in and put my lips to hers. So soft. Warm. My tongue parted her lips and was allowed entry, and once our tongues touched, the passion of our precious kiss returned in all its glory. I slid my left hand up and stopped just under her bra, her right breast just above my teasing fingers, and slowly ran my fingertips back and forth, tracing the underside of it, feeling the stiff wire under the thin fabric.

Her tongue stopped moving, so I pushed mine deeper into her mouth, twisting it to lick hers. She exhaled loudly through her nose and I pushed my fingers under her bra, sliding my hand up to cup her naked breast. She gasped and inhaled sharply, a cute, high-pitched noise of surprise escaping her throat. I squeezed her breast gently, kneading her firm, warm flesh as my arm, across her body, held her against me. Her hips subtly drew back into me, and my chance presented itself.

I took it.

I quickly slipped my right hand down inside the front of her leggings, inside her panties, and felt the warm folds of her pussy lips under my fingers as her pubic hair slid against the palm of my hand.

“Mmmphh!” she moaned sharply into my mouth at the shock of my touch. I kissed her deeply, and she whimpered lightly as my tongue assaulted hers, her body frozen in place as my hand fondled her pussy. I could feel the dampness of her panties rub across my knuckles as my fingers pressed against her and circled against her pussy lips. She was soft. And wet. Exactly how a girl should be.

“Oh yyyeah,” I whispered, her back arching slightly as I rubbed her pussy. I ground my bulge into her backside, and pulled her down into me with the hand groping her tit. I ran my index finger over her nipple and she inhaled sharply, moaning into my mouth that mousy little squeak that drove me crazy.

I ran my finger over the entrance to her pussy and he back arched again, her lubricating juices allowing the sensual violation. Her tongue suddenly licked mine back, and I hummed a deep exhale, tasting it. I sighed again blissfully. God damn. As much as I could have stayed here like this until she and the morning came, there was something I wanted from her. Something more. Another barrier to break.

I continued fondling her firm, naked breast, lazily pulling my lips away from hers, and slid my hand out of her panties. She closed her legs just a little, and I swear the sound she made was disappointment. It was so quiet and subtle that couldn’t be sure. But that’s what I told myself.

I touched my fingers to her lips and smoothly slid them into her mouth and down her tongue, her uneasy sounds of surprise and **** stifled by my tongue as I stuck it back in her mouth. She exhaled a shaky breath as we sucked each other’s tongues. Sucked on my fingers. Tasted her on them.

I pulled away again and kept my fingers in her mouth, watching her. I gently pinched her nipple, twisting and rolling it between my thumb and index finger as I did, and she sucked harder on my fingers, holding her breath until the sudden shock and very brief pain subsided. She then let out a sharp breath through her nose.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” I gently asked, reminding her what she was sucking off my fingers. I said it to embarrass her a little bit. Her suddenly pink face, which was already flush with lust, told me I hit the mark with my question, and she stopped sucking, quickly pulling her lips off my fingers. She swallowed, and her eyes opened to find mine staring right back. I smoothly and stuck my hand back down inside her pants, quickly finding her pussy again. She inhaled sharply through her teeth, her eyebrows wrinkled up, her eyes on mine, half-lidded with shameful lust. She bit into her lower lip as the tip of my middle finger teased at her entrance on its way back up over her pussy lips. Her breath shuddered out as if she were cold.

But she was far from cold.

Her face was one of concentration, and disbelief. Disbelief that something could feel like this. After all this time. All the waiting. For the one. For him. Soy boy. Mr. Youth minister, I don’t doubt. I wish I remembered to look at his name on her social media posts. I would have said it right now. I can only imagine the look in her eyes if she knew that I knew…about him. What he looked like. What they looked like together.

“Lay back,” I said gently, smiling at her knowingly. I circled my fingers against her, sliding them through her wet, warm folds.

“No, that’s…” she cleared her throat again, no doubt tasting herself when she did. “…I’m not…I can’t,” she said, her barely whispered voice bleeding into a deep, hot exhaled breath.

But you will.

I licked my lips, softly placed my left hand against her chest, and ever so gently…pushed.