I was sitting alone in my own little world doing my homework on my lap when I noticed this girl that I have liked for years. Her name was Tara, a brunette, 5'8, 36 or 38D for sure and in a sexy Catholic schoolgirl outfit composed of short plaid skirt, white stockings and a turtle neck displaying her lovely figure. I could not believe my luck I finally had her to myself. We had been talking over the years about going out or getting together, but never came to reality. I thought here is my chance.
The teacher had pretty much left us on our own to contemplate our deeds. I got caught cheating and I am not sure about Tara. I decided to walk over and ask her why she was here.
She told me; she had been caught for smoking in the washroom. A meagre offence compared with mine. We had our close encounters, but either she was away or had a boyfriend. Currently, she was single, so I thought I had a chance. Tara needed help with her web-page design, so I thought why not. The school was fortunate enough to lend laptops to its student population for a small fee.
I pulled up a chair beside her; I don't think the teacher would mind if I helped her out. She smiled at me. As I continued to tutor her, I accidentally bumped into her breasts. They felt so warm. I could feel her hand on my pant leg as my hands typed a hyperlink sentence on the program. I smiled at Tara as her hand moved more to my crotch.
Tara whispered "I have been wanting to get you alone after all these years."
I said "Well, so have I." My hand eased up her skirt feeling her white thong. "You naughty girl!" As my finger moved the thong aside, I could feel her wetness. In doing so, her hand undid my button and zippered down my pants. "Not so fast!" I whispered and immediately zippered up my pants as the door opened.
Mr. Neatby came in the door as I got myself together. He said our time was over. Phew! I would have been in after-school for weeks if I had got caught. Immediately, Tara saved what we were doing and closed the notebook. "You have to catch me now, slow poke!" she leaped out of her chair as her shoulder bag fell to her side. I lunged over threw my notes, books, hastily into my backpack. I practically fell on the floor getting it all in time; Tara stayed by the door long enough for me to see her run down the hall.