People talk a lot of crap about what they would or wouldn't do in a given situation. I've had very strong feelings myself about various situations. The truth is though that you never know how you're going to react to a situation until you are faced with it. This is something I learned recently firsthand.
There is a guy in my high school that's been after me since the first of the school year. I was flattered. This kind of thing happens to me every year and as much as I enjoyed the attention, as he is the hottest guy in the junior class, I told him, "No way!" one day when we were standing in the back of our school's auditorium during an assembly in response to him saying, "We need to hook up sometime."
Derek was relentless though. I didn't have him in any of my classes yet he always seemed to be around, checking me out. I won't deny that I didn't notice him also, casting my own discrete gazes at him. He usually caught me in this act. It began to be a game where he would catch me gazing longingly at him and I would turn away embarrassed. When I would look back he'd be staring directly at me, letting me know I'd been caught, then usually red faced I'd quickly look away again. It was the beginning of our establishing an emotional connection on some level, which I didn't fully understand at the time. But it gave us both cause for amusement.
Thinking back to last Sunday night I can still remember dropping him off at his place. He and I had gotten back from an unexpected trip, checking out the house of one of his friends who was out of town with his family on vacation. During the course of being at his friend's place, the friend lives about twenty miles out of town out in the sticks, things between Derek and I got kind of heated. To make a long story short, Derek fucked me that night in the backseat of my SUV. It's funny what can happen in a short amount of time, as it took less than an hour for that young stud to get over on me and put a serious fucking on my ass. It was totally unexpected and spontaneous .What a crazy night. I drove home hoping I wouldn't have to explain the wet spot on the middle row seats, the remnants of our frantic coupling.
I live in a Midwestern town which a population of about 125,000. For some reason the town has gone ape shit over hockey. Last Sunday my whole family decided to see what all of the hubbub was about so we went to a match. As I was working on a project for school and had to do some research, I drove my car and met my family at the arena.
We knew nothing of hockey but it turned out to be a good time. The match was close but our team one. We definitely agreed we would check out a match again.
In the parking lot after the match, I ran into Derek on the way to my car. He said he'd gotten separated from his friends and asked if I would give him a lift home. He explained where he lived and as it was on the way to my house, I agreed to drop him off. As it turned out it wasn't going to be the only thing I would agree to with Derek that night.
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We were headed to Derek's house when he made a request which caught me off guard. He asked if it would be okay to drive by a friend of his place. Apparently they were out of town and wanted someone to check on their house to make sure that none of the kids from school were using their house as a party house in their absence. Again I agreed to something Derek requested, but since his friend lived so far out of town and I would be home later than expected, I called home first to explain the situation and say that I would be late. With that done we headed to his friend's place.
Looking back I was so naΓ―ve. This was the first time that Derek and I had been even close to being alone; upon his making it clear that he was interested in me. After ending my call home with Derek hearing that time wasn't as big an issue for me, as it would have been if I hadn't of called, he commented, "It's good to get you alone, so we can get to know each other better." He reaffirmed that thought by reaching over and gently rubbing the back of my hand with his. His touch was electric. "Down tiger, I let him know!" as I reminded him, "I'm trying to drive."
I didn't offer any real resistance though, not moving my hand away or anything so he continued to gently massage away. I surprisingly found his touch relaxing although slightly inappropriate considering. The further we got out of town the bolder Derek got. What started as his rubbing my hand progressed to his ever so gently stroking the inside of my upper arm. Twice his knuckles grazed the side of my breast, as he rubbed the soft skin of my inner arm. I knew it was wrong and that I should have made him stop but for some reason I just couldn't. The sensations against my breast felt real good and made me feel a little tingly.
I was more than a little self conscious about the liberties I was allowing him to take and when we stopped at a traffic light I turned to Derek and said, "You need to stop!" "What do you mean?" he said. I knew I was blushing, and even felt myself trying to hold back a smile at his innocent act when I said, "You know full well what I mean!"
He totally ignored my plea though and catching me off guard; he placed his hand firmly behind my head and forcefully pulled me in towards him for a kiss. I tried to resist but he was so much stronger as our lips made contact.
"We can't do this!" I managed to murmur as his lips touched mine. "Oh Derek no, stop!" I moaned as he pulled me even closer and kissed me forcefully encircling his lips around mine. The longer our lips were touching the more I felt my resistance cave and before I knew it I was kissing him back. "That's it," he said as our tongues met, as our kissing became more passionate "Yeah baby let it go!" "Oh yeah, that's it!" he continued as I got more into it.
By then my tongue was stuffed down his throat and I was initiating some deep wet kisses of my own. I was moaning into his mouth as I felt my body begin to melt. I was getting into our kisses. Then a car horned honking behind us snapped me back to reality. The light had turned and was almost yellow again. My heart was racing as we disengaged, with me realizing that I was headed down a slippery slope. We continued to his friend's place. "What the fuck am I doing?" I thought to myself.
Derek didn't make it any easier on me. "That was hot!" he said, "I knew you were a horny little cunt!"
I bristled when he first said the "C word," I sat there, driving, trying to wrap my head around how he had just referred to me. My reaction though was like a "deer in the headlights!" I had no reaction.
Derek was more skilled than I gave him credit for. He sensed that he was beginning to crack my resolve and that I was becoming vulnerable to his advances. His reaction was to turn up the heat. To my dismay he began to direct his attention to my more private parts. He was definitely crossing the line big time by that point, but for some reason, I still couldn't bring myself to stop him. He was on a mission.
"Don't touch me there!" I hissed as I felt my breast being rubbed.
"Someone's nipple is getting hard!" he teased, after a few minutes of his fingers circling my hardening orb and my trying to ignore it. That was an understatement. My nipples are very sensitive and his ministrations were beginning to drive me crazy. As his center of focus on my nipple became more aggressive, between his pinching and then gently twisting my tit, I was getting so worked up that my body started to shiver in response to each tweak.
Derek totally read my reaction and leaning in close to me he whispered in my ear, "Are your panties starting to get a little wet?" I tried to hold it back, not wanting him to know how aroused I as becoming as a moan escaped my lips as an affirmative response to his suggestion. He chuckled saying, "I thought so and they're going to get even wetter, after I get a chance to explore your cunt a little!"
All of this brings me to my initial premise, that you can talk all the crap you want but until you are faced with a situation you don't know what your response to it will be. When my fellow female teachers and I had read accounts where teachers were charged with having sex with students, my reaction was to say, "No way in hell, wondering how the "preliminaries" initiating that level of contact would even occur!" Yet there I was being seduced by a young man twenty three years my junior, treating me more like we were equals with my rapidly building consent. I was letting him feel me up. He unknowingly was putting how strongly I believed in my position on teacher/student sex to the test, and I was faring badly as I felt him ease his hand under and then up my sweater. I tried to resist but in the Derek got his way.
I gasped, "Oh god!" as his fingers resumed their exploration of my nipple then moving across my chest to explore the other one too, pinching and teasing it, until it also was standing at attention, fat and hard. He had me squirming in my seat as Derek worked me over. It was then that he began to tell me what he had in store for me when we got to his friend's place, and I listened to him in awestruck silence.