John Kellerman: Teacher_s captive virgin

Amanda heard the low moan from the seat behind her, but she didn't dare turn to take a look. She knew who were back there. Rhonda Peters, her very best friend, and Rhonda's boyfriend. One of her boyfriends. The guy's name was Jim, and he'd been following Rhonda around for months. He'd even joined the Outdoors Club so he could be around her. Amanda wasn't sure he really gave a damn about being outdoors and taking hikes and all that sort of thing.

"Ohhhh," the sigh came again. Unmistakably Rhonda. She even sighed like that when she was talking about sex, much less engaging in it. Amanda shivered, trying to imagine just exactly what was going on back there. Every so often, Mr. Walker glanced in the rear-view mirror. His eyes met hers and Amanda felt an odd flush and blinked rapidly before smiling and looking away.

It had to be her imagination, but she thought Mr. Walker had been watching her more than usual lately. Of course he was responsible for everyone on this outing to the mountains. He was in charge of the Outdoors Club. He was also the coach for Balford High School. They were in his station wagon, all six of them, not counting Mr. Walker's wife, who was bent over a road map with her flashlight in the seat beside him.

"Jimmy," came the moan again and Amanda heard Rhonda squirming around. "Ohhh, Jimmy!"

"There's a restaurant and gas station," Mrs. Walker was saying. "Why don't we step and let the kids stretch and get a snack?"

As Mr. Walker slowed and a passing truck blasted by with its lights blaring, Amanda pretended to stretch, turning just enough to catch a quick glance at Rhonda and Jimmy. She caught a look of her friend's bare thighs, her rumpled skirt and partly unbuttoned blouse. But in that fleeting moment, she caught more too. She had seen how. Rhonda's panty crotch was pulled to the side to expose her plump, darkly fringed cunt lips. There'd been a glossy wetness there, and as Jimmy's hand had quickly withdrawn, Amanda was certain abet seen the same shiny wetness covering his knuckles. This peek into intimacy made Amanda's heart pound furiously. She felt the urgent need to pee.

When she glanced to the side where Sal Dawson was yawning and blinking his eyes, she noticed how tight his jeans looked at the crotch. With a start, she realized that the boy had a hard-on. Rhonda had spent many hours telling her about such miracles as that. Amanda, though, had never laid eyes on an honest-to-god male cock. Not in the flesh.

"Okay, kids," Mrs. Walker was chirping. "Get out and stretch. We'll meet you in the coffee shop over there."

Everybody piled out of the station wagon except Rhonda and Jimmy. Amanda was having a hard time keeping her mind off what she'd just seen. She wandered back behind the car, keeping her eyes on the back window. Rhonda had her arms around Jim's neck, and they were kissing like people did on the day-time soap operas. Jim moved his head around a lot, and so did Rhonda. For an instant, Amanda glimpsed her friend's pink tongue exchanging wetness with the eager young man whose hands always seemed to be moving. Then, the black-haired beauty threw her head back to expose her long, graceful neck. Amanda edged closer to the station wagon. They seemed too involved in what they were doing to notice her.

"Ohh my!" Amanda gasped, seeing that Rhonda's dress was pulled up again. But what shocked and thrilled her more was the way Jimmy was pushing his finger between her friend's cuntlips. His finger was actually disappearing! Was he just sliding it under Rhonda's slick mound, or was he actually forcing it up into her body?

Rhonda writhed furiously, when Jimmy moved his hand. Her head flopped weakly on the boy's shoulder. Even through the glass, Amanda could see the small shiverings, the long, clutching fingers of Rhonda's pretty hands against Jim's back.

Through the partly opened window Amanda could hear more now.

"Rhonda, you're so wet!"

"Ohhhh, Jimmeeee! Ohhhh, do it slow like that. I think I'm… I'm gonna… gonna…"

"That damned Mr. Walker is gonna be looking for us pretty soon. He's been giving me funny looks. I think he knows we're not just sitting back here with our hands in our laps."

Rhonda giggled through her sigh. "Your hand is in my lap." She bit her lip, tossing her hair in a sophisticated way. "Ohhhhh, wow, that's nice!"

Amanda hurried away from the back of the station wagon. She was weak in the knees and feeling a little irritated at her best friend. She wasn't sure exactly why. Unless she was just a bit envious. But then Amanda never invited the hungry looks of boys. She had always tried to avoid such activity. Her mother had always told her how wrong it was to be a flirt. She even felt guilty when a boy tried to hold her hand.

As she started into the restaurant, she saw Mr. Walker rise from his chair and survey the customers. He was counting heads as usual, and when he discovered that Rhonda and Jim had not yet come into the place, he'd be out looking for them. Amanda hurried back to the station wagon, tapping discreetly on the window as she saw Rhonda's heavy-eyed expression.

The two of them seemed to snap back to the consciousness of the real world, and Rhonda jerked her skirt down and wriggled toward the door. Amanda told her what was up, and the two of them jogged toward the roadside eatery. Rhonda had taken Amanda's hand, and Amanda noticed how damp it was, how it trembled.

"Thanks for the warning," Rhonda panted as they saw Mr. Walker coming out of the place. He saw Rhonda, smiled and waved and went back inside. Rhonda breathed a sigh of relief. "I think he knows what's up."

"What is up?" Amanda wanted to know.

"Jim and I can't seem to keep our hands off each other." Rhonda thought this funny. "Well, it is such a long, boring trip."

"Not for you two, apparently."

They couldn't talk while sitting at the table with the rest of the gang. Amanda was very aware of the fact that she and Rhonda were the only females on this trip. She didn't count Mr. Walker's wife. Her femininity seemed watered down. She was more a nag than anything else. The four boys along kidded them good naturedly, Jim joining in as if to divert attention from the fact that he was getting very chummy with Rhonda in the back seat of the station wagon.

Later, in the restroom, Rhonda confided in Amanda as they splashed cold water on their faces.

"Jim has just about fingerfucked me out of my mind. I was almost going to come when you warned us."

"You were?" Amanda had only heard about such a phenomenon. A climax, an orgasm, coming. She liked the last term best. It had a slangy, sexy sound. Coming. Though ashamed to admit it, Amanda was extremely curious about what happened when a girl came.

"I hope you two don't get caught. You know how prudish Mrs. Walker is. She doesn't even like to ace kids holding hands in public."

"But Mr. Walker has noticed." Rhonda grinned. "And he didn't say anything."

"Are you sure?"

"That's not all he's noticed." Rhonda was brushing her luxuriant black hair. "You should've seen the way he was looking at you as you bent over to pick up a duffel bag when we were loading."

"That's silly. He's a married man."

"Uh-huh." Rhonda's knowing look confused Amanda. When they were back in the car again, Rhonda made sure that Amanda squeezed in back with her and Jimmy. "That guy Ralph is a little too interested in what we're doing. Let him sit up there with Sal and Evan."

They were back on the highway again, and as soon as they'd waited awhile, Rhonda and Jimmy began going at each other like no one was around. Amanda was more shocked than ever, now that she was sitting in the same seat with them. It was impossible not to look. The way Jimmy's hand slipped around under Rhonda's skirt until the skimpy plaid thing was tangled around her waist. The way he squeezed her tits inside her blouse so Mr. Walker wouldn't catch him. And all the while their teacher's eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror. Amanda felt flushed and squirmy. Maybe it was Rhonda's writhing that was causing that. Amanda sighed and chewed her lip.