Jake walked into West River High School on Monday morning in the same way he always did; slightly sleepy and several hours early. This earliness wasn't born out any particular desire to be at school mere minutes after its doors were unlocked at seven in the morning. More that it was born out of his desire to not have to walk to school, and the possibility of getting a ride from his father who worked in the area and started his shifts at seven thirty.
After depositing his books, bag, and jacket into his locker he began the second half of his school day morning rituals, which was to seek out Mary. Who by some happy coincidence also had a parent whose shifts started early in the morning, and who also preferred to get a ride, rather than to walk to school every day.
It wasn't long before he spotted Mary, who at the time was sitting on an empty desk down a side hall reading a comic he didn't recognize.
Jake had always found Mary quite attractive, she stood just a few inches shorter than him, and had long reddish brown hair which went down to just past her shoulders. Today she was wearing a short purple skirt, with a low cut yellow top which served to show off her medium sized milky white breasts which were pushed together by her bra into some impressive cleavage. From her top his eyes wandered down to her legs which were naked up to her mid thigh and crossed sedately in an unintentionally sexy position. Without realizing it Jake found him wishing that Mary's legs weren't crossed, and that he could have maybe caught a glimpse of her underwear.
It was at this point however that Mary noticed Jake and sliding off the desk walked up to him.
"Hey Jake, how was your weekend, and what did Ms. McPhillips want to talk about after class on Friday?" She asked him, with a bit of a sly smile.
"Hey," he responded with a smile, and a short pause before continuing, "my weekend was boring, and she just wanted to talk to me about my essay," Jake finished.
His mind wandering back to what had really happened after class, when his teacher Ms. Ruth McPhillips had come onto him and they had wound up having sex on her desk. Jake found himself frantically hoping that Mary didn't notice the sudden bulge in his pants, which he hid by quickly by moving over to an empty desk and sitting down on it.
"Oh, well I bet you really enjoyed having some one on one time with her, I mean you definitely seem to appreciate her class," Mary replied, with an emphasized wink. This set Jake's mind racing as he wondered whether or not she had any idea that he hadn't told her the truth. His suspicions were alleviated however when Mary then turned the subject towards the comic she had been reading which was apparently an adaptation of a popular Sci-Fi series from their parents' time.
They continued to talk about various different things for several minutes until Mary interrupted Jake during what he thought was a casual glance down at her cleavage.
"Hey" she said, a broad and slightly mischievous smile suddenly parting her soft red lips, "come with me for a minute," she continued, promptly grabbing a hold of his hand.
She turned and began to direct Jake, who was more bewildered and confused than anything, down several empty hallways until they reached the gym.
"Where are we going," Jake asked in a hushed voice, suddenly curious as to what Mary's intentions were.
He glanced around the wide empty gym, and thought he could faintly hear someone in the workout room. But he had to admit that he wasn't completely sure and the sound could have been his imagination.
"In here," Mary quickly answered, pulling a now objecting Jake into the girls change room.
"Why, what, why did you bring me in here," Jake asked slightly anxious and confused from being in an area of the school he knew he shouldn't be in.
While at the same time slightly curious to finally see a place he had fantasized about so many times, glancing around he took in the whole room, with its stalls whose doors hung loosely in their frames, to the tiled walls, finally resting his eyes on the showers which adorned the opposite wall from the stalls, their cubicle curtains sitting open allowing glimpses into areas where his eighteen year old imagination told him wonderful things must happen.
"I really shouldn't b—" He began but was cut off as Mary pushed him up against one of the stall doors pressing her body up against his, her mouth covering his own.
Jake could feel her hungry lips sliding across his, and her hands as they quickly across his chest, shoulders, arms, sides, and hips, as his own hands duplicating their movements. Mary pulled away just long enough to say, "Oh my god, I've been wanting to do this for so long," before darting back in, her tongue sliding into his mouth as they were both lost in their lustful passionate embrace.
Jake could feel his now rock hard dick pushing against Mary's body as she leaned up against him.
He slid his hands down to her waist and then around onto her butt squeezing it, and causing a small moan to escape from Mary's lips. He then broke their kiss and began to nibble his way across her chin and down her neck, while sliding his left hand up first to pull her hair away, and then to cup her bra encased breast. He could hear her heavy breathing as he lightly bit her neck, sucking just slightly. Jake suddenly became aware of one of Mary's hands which in their passion had slid down and begun to rub against his jeans, her fingers sliding up and down the length of his cock eliciting a sharp intake of breath and a low moan from him.
In response to which Mary smiled and said, "Does that feel good, I've never done this before...."
"Oh yesss," Jake responded, reaching down and unhinging the button on his jeans, which Mary's hand eagerly darted into, wrapping around his dick and beginning to run up and down its length. Her hungry red lips pushed back up against his own. Their kiss was short lived however as they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the door to the change room.
"Shit," Mary hissed, pulling her hand from Jake jeans and pushing him into the closest stall.
She had barely closed and hinged the door when someone entered the room. Through the inch wide gap between the door and the edge of the stall they could see that it was in fact Ms. McPhillips, her short light brown hair was spiky from sweat. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants, a blue t-shirt and carrying a dark green gym bag, which she promptly deposited on one of the benches which stood in lateral lines between the stalls and the showers.
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