My Forbidden High School Relationship

I pulled my hand from hers, and she tensed perceptibly. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of fear and apprehension.

“You heard about the party, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I heard about it,” I replied, my expression neutral.

She walked beside me, her pace quickening as we crossed the football practice field. The crunch of the snow beneath my feet was the only sound that broke the silence between us.

As we walked, I couldn’t help but think about the events that had transpired in the dugout. I had gotten my first blowjob from her, and it had been incredible. But now, as I looked at her, I felt a pang of guilt. She was young, and I had taken advantage of her. I knew her home life was troubled, and I had used that to my advantage.

But as I looked at her, I saw something else. A vulnerability, a fragility that made me want to protect her. I felt a surge of emotions, and for the first time, I realized that I might actually care for her.

“Look, it’s not true,” she said quickly, her voice trembling. “Well, not all the way true.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“I was at the party, and I…I made a mistake,” she said, her eyes dropping to the ground.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice gentle.

“I was at the party, and there was this guy…he asked me to go outside with him and smoke a cigarette. I went, and we started making out. He put his hands down my pants, and…and I let him,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“And then?” I prompted, my heart racing with anticipation.

“And then he told his friends to go next. He said they didn’t want to go outside, so I should just do it right there in the car,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.

“And you did,” I said, my voice soft.

“Yes,” she said, her head shaking. “I couldn’t stop him. I was scared.”

As I listened to her story, I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry that she had been taken advantage of, and I was ashamed that I had used her in the same way. But as I looked at her, I saw something else. A strength, a resilience that I hadn’t seen before.

“You know, I’m glad you told me,” I said, my voice sincere.

“Really?” she asked, her eyes searching mine.

“Yes,” I said, my hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you trusted me.”

As I looked at her, I knew that I wanted to protect her, to be there for her. And as I pulled her close, I knew that I might actually have feelings for her.

We stood there for a moment, the world around us melting away. And as we kissed, I knew that everything was going to be okay.

I couldn’t wait to see Jacky on the bus the next morning, Friday was here, and I was feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. My thoughts were consumed by the memory of her blowjob and the thought of getting her to do it again. But, I also felt a pang of guilt for not wanting to return the favor. She got on the bus at her usual stop, looking stunning in a short little skirt and white sheer lace pantyhose that showcased her long legs.

As we sat down side by side, she started talking about something, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I casually dropped my hand on her thigh, and she stopped mid-sentence, but quickly realized that was all I was doing for now. I started rubbing my hand up and down her thigh, feeling the smooth texture of her pantyhose and the lacy tops.

As we continued on the bus, I made sure to keep my hands on her thigh, but not too far up. I could tell she was getting horny, her eyes would glaze over, and she’d bite her lip. I was determined to make this about her, not just about getting her to blow me again.

“Be quiet,” I whispered into her ear as I leaned in close. She whimpered and moaned, and I could feel her hand on my thigh, trying to push me closer. I gently ran my finger up and down her slit, making sure to stay away from her pussy. She was getting wet, I could feel it.

“Remember yesterday, when you teased me?” I whispered into her ear, and she bit her lip so hard it looked like she was going to draw blood. Her eyes were completely out of focus, and she nodded weakly. “Well… payback’s a bitch!” I said with a smile, and I continued to rub her clit, feeling her get closer and closer to cumming.

Just as I was about to push my fingers inside her, she grabbed my forearm and whispered “Stop… please… I’m gonna cum if you don’t and I can’t hold it in, I can’t be quiet.” I looked into her eyes, and I could see the desperation there. I leaned in close and whispered “Like I said, payback’s a bitch!” and then I thrust my fingers inside her, feeling her cunt lock down around them.

She was cumming, and cumming hard, her legs locked together, and her hand snapping back up onto my forearm. I felt pain as her nails racked into my skin, but I didn’t care, I was too caught up in the moment. Her hand suddenly snapped from my forearm to my cock through my jeans, and that was it, I was gone, cumming in my pants.

We both finished up just in time to hit the button that alerted the bus to make our stop. We adjusted ourselves quickly, and got up, her walking in front, me behind. She turned the final corner and staggered off the bus when I felt the driver tap me with the back of his hand on my arm. I looked at him, sudden fear sagging through me…

“That was perfect kid, good job!” he said with a smile, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. We stepped off the bus, and Jacky turned to me with a mischievous smile on her face. “Just you wait, I’m gonna suck your cock so hard you won’t be able to think straight!” she whispered, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Not today you won’t,” I said with a smile, “Today is about you!” She looked at me with a kind of possessive anger in her eyes, but I could see the delight there too. She was thrilled to be put first, but also a little annoyed that I was still keeping her at arm’s length.