“Umm, coach, what are you going on about,” asked Mike.
Jeff shook his gaze from me and focused back to the crowd of players.
“It’s nothing, Mike. I gotta get out of here. Don’t drink too much, we have a game in a couple of days,” he said.
Jeff pushed his way through the group and walked towards the entrance to the house.
I followed along, desperately trying to keep up. He walked fast; faster than I’d seen him move before. I pushed through the crowd that filled in the space behind him and realized I had lost more ground.
Before I could even exit the house, he was already in his car and driving off down the road. I couldn’t let it end like this; I needed answers from him.
I sprinted through the house again, towards the backyard. Then, once in the backyard I ran and hopped over the fence. It connected to a similar house, as well as the only road out of the area.
I heard his car rounding the corner just as I made it to the road. I stood prominently in front of his path, and his car screeched to a halt.
“Sandy, what are you doing, get out of the road or someone is going to hit you,” he said.
“Jeff, we need to talk,” I said, making my way to the passenger seat.
5.
He didn’t seem to object to me getting into his car.
“Drive,” I said.
He put the car back in gear and started on the way again.
“If anyone sees us in the same car, I’m in trouble,” he said.
“I don’t care,” I replied sternly.
We drove in silence for a few blocks while I thought about what to say. I honestly didn’t think I’d make it this far.
“Were you talking about me?” I asked.
He let out a drawn out sigh.
“Yes,” he replied.
“You couldn’t take your eyes off me?”
“Yes, and I felt bad every time,” he said.
“Why is that,” I asked.
“I’m a teacher; I’m not supposed to get involved with students.”
“How involved were you trying to get,” I wondered.
He pulled the car over; we found ourselves on an empty street, not a house in sight. He clicked the car off and leaned back in his seat.
“I wanted to ask you out,” he said, “I just want to-”
I kissed him mid-sentence. At first, I thought he would try to fight me off, but he leaned into it and accepted my advances passionately.
“We shouldn’t,” he said lightly pushing me away.
“You’re right, it’s a good thing we aren’t,” I said while I rubbed his inner thigh.
He squirmed in his seat, but not in a discomforted way. I was surprised at the new me that was taking over. My head was screaming for me to stop, but every other part of my body yearned for me to continue. My body needed this.
I massaged his member outside his pants; he was getting harder with each rub. He pulled me in closer for a kiss which I cherished. The tenderness of his lips and the eagerness of which he gave them to me was turning me on more.
His arms wrapped around my skinny torso and he ran his hand along the small of my back. I leaned down and unzipped his zipper to free his throbbing member. With a light tug, it revealed itself to me.
I ran my hand up and down his shaft, and he leaned his body back, letting out light moans of pleasure with each stroke. I took his free hand and moved it between my legs. He did as I wanted and rubbed his hand up and along my freshly shaven slit.
Then I took him inside my mouth, as much of it as I could. His salty juices were already starting to flow from the tip, and I lapped them up.
He undid my tight jeans and forced his hand down inside. His fingers made round motions around my clit, and I could feel my panties starting to soak.
I bobbed on his rock hard manhood for a few more strokes before I leaned back and shoved off my bottoms. He did the same.
He looked at my bare womanhood, licking his lips. In a quick motion he bore down on my dripping wet sex; playing excitedly with every part of me.
His tongue flicked over my clit in wonderful circles that shot waves of pleasure through my head. I thought I might burst from the sensation alone, but it seemed he had other plans.
He tugged at the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my tiny breasts and nipples for his enjoyment. I felt a little shy, but wanted him to see, so I opened my legs a little wider and arched my back.
He crawled along the seat, stealing another kiss from my lips. I could feel him rubbing his beast along my wetness. He wasted no time and pushed himself into me with a forceful lunge. It had been a long time since I had felt the sensation of another person entering me, and I was glad it was him doing it.
His member pulled me apart, and I relished every inch. I moaned loudly, and this just turned him on more. I could feel him throb from inside.