At my old high school campus that day, the wind was blowing slightly, and if you decided to look out the music room window, you’d have watched me and a Boy tucked under an arch at the side of the school…hidden but not invisible. 

You’d watch me awkwardly but confidently get up with a little hop and sit down into his lap, looking into his eyes and gently feeling the scruff of his beard. As he brings me closer, our lips slowly gravitating together, I finally give in and relax into a deep, pent-up kiss. Crashing bodies together, you could probably see pleasure rippling through my body from that window, my hands greedily hugging him close for more. 

He suddenly breaks apart this dance and moves down to my neck, hearing my first unexpected yelp of pleasure. I’ve never made that sound for anyone before, and I quickly try to keep it together so he doesn’t stop.

Drawing my lips back to his, he moves his tongue into my mouth as I’m visibly gasping for air and passionately overwhelmed by the flick of his tongue. From the window, you wouldn’t notice we were both breathing heavier than ever, his hands wryly pulling up my shirt and roaming toward my breasts.

Lifting my bra, my breasts and inverted nipples hit sunlight & felt that light breeze for the first time. “They–you’re so beautiful,” he stammers, “I can’t believe I’m the first to taste them.” 

Lowering his lips to the right, the first breast finally feels the supple, firm touch of a man who wants more. Switching back and forth, feeling my breasts, biting, sucking on my nipples—I want more, too. 

And I notice you’re watching us.

You stand frozen from the window, watching as I guide the Boy’s free hand to my jeans, even unbuttoning the top button to speed it along. There’s no question I’m letting him know that he can do what he wants with it. And I don’t care if you see us. Being cautious, and young, he excitedly but awkwardly forces his hand into my tiny jeans and even tinier panties, luckily finding my throbbing, wet clit on the first try. 

“Unnghhhh!” you hear me moan again, louder than ever but dangerously so. Someone will probably find us, and soon. Boy is slowly tracing circles around my clit, building up to something, my breath getting heavier—I’m shuddering in his lap—this is where the Boy’s finger slides inside me. 

Finally. His one arm is slowly building speed, I’m holding myself into his chest and moaning as softly as I can. Needing to keep me quiet, he kissed me deeply while still fingering me—and I  wanted to tell him how close I was, shuddering in his lap and expecting to come, right there and then, in the school arch. I just needed another few seconds…

“We could get in trouble,” the Boy says as he pulls back and straightens up, looking around before peering at the window you’re still standing in—it goes quiet.

You breath a sigh of relief that these kids have come to their senses, and quickly look around inside, half expecting your next class to catch you creeping on us students. Instead, you stick around and I watch you brace yourself against the window the instant his gleaming cock hits my outstretched tongue.

I managed to get my way after all, and just kneeled down and took what I wanted—a hard, throbbing cock with a thick load of pre-cum waiting for my tongue. “Mmmmm…” he moans, and instinctively holds my head into his crotch like he’s watched so many times before on PornHub. Both groaning, he surprises himself with how roughly he grabs my hair and starts to actually get into fucking my eager-but-trembling mouth.

He doesn’t last long—and doesn’t have to—I honestly just wanted the taste of a boy’s cum on my lips as I fantasized about her 3rd Period Music teacher. 

You never saw us under the arch again…and never realized why I was the one late for your class that day.