The long meeting ended.

When Nicole and Longarm walked to their parking space they saw a boy. A boy standing near her car, busy with his phone. A school boy. 

“Hey, why are you still here?” Longarm asked. 

The boy put his phone in the bag. “Oh, Mistress Gardner said I should wait for her. She’ll give me a lift back home,” Brandon said. 

Longarm turned to Nicole for confirmation. She found she couldn’t speak. 

“I’ve lost my taxi money,” Brandon added. “And Ma’am passes my neighborhood, where I live. Don’t you, Ma’am?”

Longarm turned to Nicole again. This time she managed some words out: “I do.”

“I’ll leave you to it, then. I have a checkers game to get to with the oldies.” Longarm hopped into his Kia, a small pink hatchback which he could’ve bought for his daughter or wife. It looked too young and feminine for him. As he reversed out into the space of exit, Nicole keyed her car unlocked. Brandon stood behind, ready to get in. 

They both entered. 

“Where were we?” He asked.

She ignored him. Because she didn’t want to lie and what she really wanted to say wasn’t right. 

“I really want you, Ma’am.”

“Stop talking.” Lying seemed better.

“We should speak, though.” 

“I don’t want to speak,” she said. Her arms were hard on the steering wheel. 

“But we should. I don’t really want a lift. I have my transport money.”

“I’ve figured,” she said. She had a sudden thought of stopping the car and tell him to get out.

“I want you.” His hand went to her thigh. 

The touch felt warm. Nice. When was the last time she got touched there? Her bloodstream rushed. But she pushed his hand away. Another lie. He repeated what he said, but she couldn’t respond to this. What could she say? She’d decline him, but wouldn’t that make him want her more? Or wouldn’t it turn him away from her? She didn’t want him away. She knew that now. Or she should allow this? Whatever it was. But it was wrong! She knew it. Oh, it was so wrong. But it felt good. It felt good to be pursued like this. 

“No one will know,” he said. 

That sounded promising. No one should know. She’d lose her job, her respect. She’d let down everyone. Her family, her husband, the school. All for what? This boy. But she knew it wasn’t the boy. It was the feeling. That feeling. And if he were to try another kiss how would she fight him off now that she’s driving? She wouldn’t have to fight him. They were alone now, in her car. No one would see. He’d been right to say he’s afraid to give him a lift. Afraid to be alone with him. This was what she’d been afraid of. This feeling. 

“Ma’am,” he said. 

“What.” She looked at him. 

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel what I’m feeling,” he said. “Don’t lie.”

“I feel like slapping you,” she said. A lie. 

“Go ahead and slap me. You can even pinch me if you want. But it won’t change a thing,” he said. “Why don’t you want this to happen? You and me.”

“I’m your teacher, Brandon.”

“And so? Why should there be restrictions on who we should be with? Can’t we just do it? I swear nobody will know.” His voice lowered with each word. He sounded hard, wanting. 

Needing. 

His hand returned on her thigh.

She pulled the dress up a bit, revealing more skin. “Keep brushing,” she said. 

“Ma’am?” 

 “Want me to show you how it’s done? Keep brushing.” She was annoyed. She pressed his hand on the flesh, looked at him. “Tell no one.” She’d made up her mind by then. 

“I won’t. I swear I won’t. I – ”.

“Quiet.” 

His voice had begun to rise, realizing that she meant to accept this. 

“Where we going?” He asked. He noticed she’d turned from the regular path. She drove somewhere else now. 

“I know a spot,” she said. She swerved the car off the road, drove into the wilderness. So much greenery enclosed around them. Not a sound to be heard. Nothing moved in sight. The cars on the road got drowned out by all the trees here. The tall grasses. They drowned out every noise in the world. 

She turned off the engine, pulled out the key. “Here we are.” She said. 

Brandon blinked at her. 

“Now you don’t know what to do anymore? Here we are. Here I am. There’s no one here,” she said. Her dress was still up, an inch away from revealing her panties. She didn’t bother to pull the dress back down. Most of her thighs were out. Brandon looked at them. They were treasure to his eyes. Gold. Golden thighs. Fat and clean.

“You don’t know how to do this?” She asked. 

He shook his head innocently, like a small child. He’d lost his confidence. He’s in an unfamiliar territory now.

“It’s okay,” she said. “We can skip this.”

“No, I don’t want us to skip. I just…” He stopped, bit his lip. His eyes remained on the thighs, as if it’s them he spoke to. “I’m a little scared.”

She laughed. “You? Scared?”

He nodded, laughing a little. “I’m not…you know…I’m not…I don’t know this.”

“You a virgin?”

He nodded like he didn’t want to. 

“I’m your teacher, aren’t I?” She said, smiling. This felt good. Naughty and good. And it’s wrong, whispered another voice in her head. The righteous voice. So wrong! Wrong in many ways. 

“Undress me, Brandon,” she said. 

“What?”

“Undress me.”

He moved slow, starting with the top. Her breasts dropped free from the bra. He couldn’t contain himself then. His mouth worked on one breast, while the hand caressed the other. 

This increased her eagerness. She ended up helping him off her clothes. She also helped him out of his uniform. He was ashamed at first, hiding his penis. But when she drew him to the backseats nature took its course. He pinned unto her. His face on her sweet chest. He didn’t reach the lengths she wanted. The lengths she’d prefer inside of her. He still played near the entrance, unable to go further. That said a lot about his size, but he made up for it by working hard. It was something. Something other than nothing. Too impressive for someone who claimed to be a beginner in this. She felt him. 

He didn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t stop moaning her name, sniffing on her skin, kissing and sucking. He moved all over her. Nicole kept to her silence. She couldn’t believe it either. But here they were. In the middle of nowhere. At her backseats. Clothes away from themselves. Doing the forbidden.

Thank you so much for reading! 🙏🏾😭🔥 Part two is on the way, this tale is far from finished. Tell us: What do you think about this one?