I tried to sit still and stare straight ahead at the movie screen a task that was becoming increasingly difficult as my teacher's hand slid higher up my bare thigh. I was nervous and more than a little scared. Mr. Johnson and I had been flirting around for a while now but this was the first actual contact made.
Every now and then I would cast furtive looks around to be sure that no one else was paying attention to his groping. The movie hadn't even started yet! The previews were on touting the summer's biggest thrillers. With every one his hand traveled higher.
On top of my fear I felt a strange tingling sensation between my legs. I was a virgin and although I really wanted to try masturbating sometimes it was hard to do since I shared a room with my 3 little sisters. This feeling wasn't completely new; I got it when James felt me up at the Homecoming dance but it was never this strong. Maybe it was because James' hand had been on top of my clothes and Mr. Johnson's was on bare skin.
The rows in front of us were filled with students. There had been no room to sit with my friends so I was left to sit in the teacher's row. Mr. Johnson was the only teacher up here in the back row as our other chaperon Ms. Stang was sitting amidst the rowdy jocks, trying to keep the peace.
We were virtually alone. I noticed that his breathing was faster and his palm was a little sweaty as it began to knead along the inside of my thigh. His fingers were almost touching my panties! I had on a short skirt that was allowing him easy access to my private areas.
I squirmed on my chair as I felt my panties begin to get damp and it became harder for me to breathe. I felt his knuckles barely graze against the lips of my sex through the silky material. A shudder passed through me and I bit back a moan. Soon his strong fingers were tracing up and down my slit, over my underwear. I couldn't sit still very well. This was driving me crazy.
Mr. Johnson was looking straight ahead occasionally calling out to errant pupils to quiet down or get their feet off the seats. No one could suspect what he was doing to me. There were rumors that Missy Green had fooled around with Mr. Johnson and that his pretty blonde wife had caught them in her bed. I didn't believe them. Mrs. Johnson would have left him if that were true and they were still together.
A flash of guilt spread through me put was quickly smothered by the feel of one of his fingers slipping inside my panties. His finger found my hard little clit and began gently flicking it. I knew that I needed more than this. I desperately ached for something to fill me. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted but I felt so empty. A tight coil of pleasure was spiraling out from my pussy and it demanded more.
“Mr. Johnson, I'm not feeling so good, could you take me back to school to call my parents?” I said out loud. I wanted everyone to think that there was nothing unusual going on here.
“Umm sure Jess, let me just tell Ms. Stang and Mr. Beslow.” His hand left me as he slid out of his seat. Mr. Beslow was the principal and also my Uncle. He was in the lobby making sure no one “escaped” from the school “Fun Day”.
Soon he was back, “Ok let's go,” he said quietly. I followed him silently to his car and slid into the back seat. We are from a very small town and our teachers were like family. If a teacher gave a ride to a student of the opposite sex, however the student had to ride in the back.
We pulled out of the cinema and headed out of town towards Browning, where I live. Before long Mr. Johnson had pulled onto a dirt road. He turned into a driveway about a mile down the road to a house that looked completely abandoned. He pulled into the open garage and killed the engine. From the road it looked like no one was there.
