“Another 20 minutes, great,” Nelson muttered under his breath, the clock seeming to slow down every time he glanced up at it.
“Hm?” Susan enquired.
“Just, the time left from class,” he replied, his whisper barely audible
“More if you don’t write something,” came her disapproving reply.
“Maybe I’m just a bit distracted about tonight,” he teased in response.
Susan said nothing, though he could see a slight smirk flash across her face.
Though Susan and Nelson had only been dating for a bit over a month, they were a natural match; the fact that they’d been friends since 8th grade also didn’t hurt, and when they learnt that Nelson’s parents would be leaving for a two-week cruise, they jumped at the chance to have some time alone.
“Maybe we shouldn’t wait till tonight.” He whispered in her ear as his left arm slowly started creeping towards her legs.
Susan shot him a questioning side eye as his palm started moving up and down her thigh. Then he slid his hand between her thighs and started moving up her leg towards her skirt.
“Nelson, what are you doing?!” she hissed.
“Shh, just trust the process,” he reassured her.
His hand continued creeping up until he reached her skirt; normally he would have simply hitched it up and kept moving, but he couldn’t risk someone seeing what he was doing, so he quickly used his thumb to move the skirt to cover the rest of his hand. With that, he kept sliding his hand until he reached her panties.
He could hear Susan’s breathing quicken as soon as he reached the base of her legs.
“Nelson, we can’t do this in class; what if someone sees?” she asked, concern filling her voice.
“Don’t worry; to anyone else, it just looks like I’m resting my hand on your thigh.” He replied in a hushed tone while pretending to work.
He could feel the warmth of her sex through her panties and began rubbing his hand up and down. She took a sharp breath as his fingers found her lips and he split them. He could feel as her pussy began getting wet and could hear her breathing grow irregular as he kept caressing her folds. He could feel as her panties got increasingly soaked with her juices. By now her breathing was so rapid and irregular he knew it was only a matter of time until she came.
Suddenly, they were both startled by the ringing of the 3:30 bell, signalling the end of the day. As they began to pack their things away, he leaned in close and whispered,
“I guess we’ll have to continue this tonight.”
Susan looked back at him with a mixture of pleasure, disapproval, gratitude and pleading, pleading for more.
“Susan, Nelson, can you stay for a few minutes?” Mr. Davidson called across the room.
They both glanced at each other as they felt their blood run cold. Did he see what happened? Was he going to take them to the principal? Their minds raced with what-ifs. After everyone else had left the room, Mr. Davidson slowly walked over to their table.
“Listen, I know what it’s like; I was your age once as well, but this is a school; we have rules. I understand that you’re dating and that you’re in love, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to do whatever you want in my lesson.” He admonished them sternly.
“We understand, Mr. Davidson; we’re very sorry about—” Susan started before he motioned for her to stop.
“Let me finish. I don’t want this to ever happen again. If it does, I’ll have to go straight to Principal Myers, got it? Now, you two had better write me at least a paragraph by the next lesson, and if I catch you two talking again, it won’t be just two paragraphs.”
“Yes, sir, of course,” Nelson quickly replied.
