What the hell, you're only young once!

With the kind of unrealistic thinking only a horny teenager would believe, you convince yourself that you can rub Jenna’s ass in front of her mother without getting yourself thrown out of school. You tell yourself you’re going to play this carefully, so you can always back out if she’s not quite as **** for this as you are.

Jenna is bent at the waist, standing in the street but with her torso in the car, slowly moving a lot of trash from the backseat to the floor. You step up behind her, and lean into the car over her right shoulder, with your right hand holding the roof for balance.

“Can I help you out with anything?” you ask innocently. As you begin to speak, you let your left hand gently brush the back of her smooth, tanned thighs. You figure a gentle touch can be easily explained away, especially in such an awkward position. Your soft touch quickly turns into a gentle rub as you finish your question, and you stroke the back of the tops of her thighs with your fingertips. You hold you breath, ten different denials on the tip of your tongue, and wait for the shriek to come.

But there is no scream. In just as innocent a tone, Jenna replies “Oh, how sweet of you to offer. But I'm not sure that you could really help me out here. Do you think you'd even fit?"

You’re golden. There's nothing like a challenge.

As Jenna makes mindless small-talk about the dozens of various objects that take up space in the back of the car, you carefully move your fingertips from the back of her thighs to the inside, still gently teasing her. Then you move even higher, lightly caressing her perfect ass, as Mrs. Thompson continues to rummage through her purse looking for her keys. After a couple of firm squeezes that you don’t really believe are happening (your hand! On Jenna Thompson’s ass!), you get even more ambitious, and slide your hand down from her butt, between her legs (she spreads them a little more, to give your hand some room), and carefully rub the crotch of her thong.

Her underwear isn’t sopping wet like you might expect from those sex stories you’ve read, but there’s enough dampness to let you know she cares. You have time for just a few gentle rubs through her thong before her mother finally slides into the driver’s seat and you reluctantly pull your hand away, knowing Mrs. Thompson would be able to see you from her new position.

Though Jenna had been slowly moving everything around the backseat while you were carefully moving around her backseat, now she just throws everything onto the floor of the car and climbs in. You follow her and slam the door--just two horny teenagers and an English teacher, off to school.

Sitting in the backseat together, your eyes meet Jenna’s piercing blue ones. You’ve managed to turn her on, but you can tell she’s waiting for you to make the next move.