Megan Ch. 03

In early March, one of the teachers in my department arranged to take the juniors and seniors on a field trip to go see a production of Hamlet in the city. I wasn't particularly excited about it- mostly because I had already seen the play a half dozens times, had finished the lesson on Shakespeare back in October, and to make matters worse, it was a two hour bus ride with the curtain not going up until 7pm; clearly, it was going to be a long, tedious day for everyone. I even tried to get out of it, but my department head, Ms. Lewis had growled, "Don't even think about it, Jack. You're going and you're going to like it."

The trip there was uneventful- particularly since Megan and I were on different busses. And once we arrived, the performance was pretty good, though the actress who played Ophelia hammed it up just a bit too much for my tastes. At the end of the play, many of the parents who came to the show on their own, or went into the city to have dinner during the play, volunteered to load their SUVs and Minivans to get the students home as quickly as possible. It was a clear violation of school policy, but none of the teachers objected; it was the practical thing to do, liability be damned.

As a result, just about half the kids were gone and they we were all exhausted. Many put on their earphones and cranked up the music, while others drifted off to sleep with their heads against the cold, wintery glass. Once we were moving, I found an empty seat in the back of my bus and did the same- I didn't sleep, but I did stare at the half melted, snow covered fields as we drove home. An hour later, we stopped for fuel and a bathroom break. I was fine, so I stayed on the bus, and after about 20 minutes, we were reloaded and moving again. I was lost in my own world, and was startled back to the present when Megan sat next to me. "Aren't you supposed to be on the other bus?" I quietly asked, elated, but nervous.

"Yes, but I got in a little trouble. Adam was getting a little too touchy with me, so Ms. Lewis made we switch," she explained in a low, hushed whisper in the darkness.

I was half hard already, and the bite of jealousy was starting to gnaw at me. "Well," I whispered evenly, "he should know better."

Megan's eyes locked on to mine. "I know. We were both being bad," she then paused, and said: "oh, by the way, I made myself more comfortable... like last time."

I didn't understand and said, "Pardon?"

"Remember the last time?" She asked, giving me a leading look. I glanced into her glowing green eyes, and then it dawned on me, and my mouth opened, but no words came out. "Yes. No panties. It feels so nice." She then openly looked down at my crotch. "Jesus- you love that, don't you?" I couldn't deny it. My cock was straining. She then brazenly whispered, "Do you fantasize about fucking my little pussy?"

I didn't know what to say, and was silent for a very long moment before answering. "You're just messing with me," I said, trying to readjust myself, but failing.

"I am not. Do you want me to prove it?" In the darkness, her green eyes seemed to be liquid and I couldn't pull my gaze away. "Well?" she asked, impatiently, and I nodded. Megan then took my hand and inched it up under her skirt, past the thigh high white stockings, and soon, my fingers were gently touching her bare skin. I slowed her down so that I could caress her inner thigh with my fingers. I was rewarded with a low, deep breath with the hint of a moan. My hand then continued, and my fingers were there, touching her bare, naked pussy.

"You're so wet," I whispered as I started to withdraw my hand.

"Don't," she hissed quietly. "Play with me; I've been imagining this all night," and so I did. I looked around to make sure we were alone, and then, with my middle and ring fingers, I slowly traced the length of her wet pussy, up and down. She was squirming a little and her legs opened wider. "Yessss...." She whispered. With my thumb, I found her clit and flitted over it, just barely making contact. Megan raised her hips a little trying to get a firmer touch. Another tiny whimper escaped and then her hand was rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants. "You're big," she whispered. "I want you inside me." I knew she meant my cock, but that wasn't possible, so instead, I slid my long middle finger into her wetness, and curled it upwards to rub her clit, as I slowly fucked her tight pussy. "God..." she whispered.

"You feel so good," I said. Her mouth was open, but no sound was coming out, and I knew what to do. I then glanced around again to make sure we weren't being watched, and then I reached for her with my free hand and pulled her to me, and we kissed- her tongue went into my mouth, and I sucked on it for just a moment- each of us hungry for the other.

In that instant, her legs squeezed tight around my hand as she quietly bucked. She broke the kiss, put her nose against my neck and whispered: "I'm cumming," as both of her hands reached up and clutched me. I could feel the spasms, and it took a second for it to pass. "Wow," Megan said. "That was amazing." I then pulled my hand away, and even in the darkness, I could see her glistening wetness. "How do I taste?" she asked. In answer, I licked my fingers and smiled. After a few minutes, Megan leaned over and gave me a short, but deep kiss and then changed seats. "I don't want to get you in trouble," she whispered.

When I got home that night, I couldn't get Megan off my mind. I wanted her; she was like a drug that had given me an unfathomable, ecstatic high that was unrealistic and doomed; and yet: that was exactly what I wanted. By morning, however, reality had set in and cut through the fog of my rationalizations. I had just fooled around with a student, and dark scenarios of me being fired (or worse!) began to play through my head. I couldn't take back what had happened, but it was now time for damage control. I had to stop the madness before it went any further.

To do this then, I started to go to the teacher's lounge during my free periods and made it a policy to not be alone in my classroom. I continued to see Megan in class, but both of us acted as if nothing had happened, which in retrospect seems weird. I suppose we both compartmentalized our relationship. Outsiders (as far as I could tell) never suspected a thing.