After School Lessons

Johnny

He cannot believe what is happening. He can see that her face is becoming more red and she sounds out of breath.

"Ohh... Johnny..." She begins to say. Her voice coming in breaths.

He almost jumps back in fright when he sees her starting to shake and tremble. Has he hurt her?

"I'm... gods, Johnny... I... Please... don't... stop... I... "

Shit! She is enjoying it!

Eagerly, he continues his rubbing. Looking back down, he eyes the entrance to her pussy. Maybe it is instinctive, maybe it is just imagination but the boy finds himself roughly jamming his index finger deeply into her wet gash. Immediately, he feels as if his finger is being held in a warm, wet vice.

Fuck! She is so tight!

Underneath him, his thick hard shaft throbs painfully...
 
Her breathing ragged and her heart pounding, Anju looks down at Johnny who is still propped between her legs. It was his turn to watch in wonder as she climaxed, much as she had done when he had done the previous day. But she wanted more...

Her body was screaming with the need to be filled. Not by a finger, but by something other. Something bigger. Thicker. Harder.

Anju held out her arms, beckoning with her fingers for him to move up. "Come," she encouraged him softly when she saw the hesitation on the boy's face.

He started to scoot around her body, but she shifted her leg to keep him between them. Johnny looked at her, a puzzled look on his face.

"This way. Come... "

Finally understanding, or maybe he didn't but was too timid to disobey -- Johnny rose to his knees and slowly moved up his teacher's body.

Anju wove her fingers through the hair on the back of his head as his face grew nearer, shifting her body into a better position beneath him. She kept her eyes locked on his as she reached between them to grasp his throbbing erection so as to guide it to the place she needed him most.

His eyes widened as she slid the swollen purple helmet of his penis between her puffy outer lips and into the slick wetness of her cleft. "There," she whispered as the tip of his shaft touched the opening to her vagina. "Push, Johnny. Fill me."
 
Johnny

The boy realises that his teacher has stopped moving. Looking up at her, he sees her beckoning to him.

"Come." She tells him.

Not sure what she is asking him to do, he starts to move up the side of her body but she stops that by spreading her legs around him.

Confused, he looks at her.

"This way. Come... "

What?

Getting up onto his hands and knees, he clambers over her only for her to stop him when his face is directly over hers.

With her eyes on him, he feels some movement underneath him and then something is touching his hard on.

Shit!

His eyes widen as he feels her grip him, pulling his aching shaft down as her other hand firmly grabs his arse. He gasps as he feels something itchy and then incredibly warm touch his knob.

His eyes widen further as it dawns on him what it is.

"There." She tells him. "Push, Johnny. Fill me."

Without even thinking, he pushes down and feels something warm, wet and tight slide over his throbbing shaft.

"Ohhh!" He groans as he slides in all the way, his firm stomach coming in contact with his teacher's own rounded on. He can feel something firmly gripping his prick.

He can't believe it. He is in a cunt at last!

Looking at Chowdry's face, he sees that her eyes are closed, her mouth open.

Now what do I do?

Then his answer is answered as he feels the urge to push and then pull back, and then push back in again. Each time, a little more of his hard tool sliding in and out of her pussy.

Once the rhythm starts going, the boy push his feet into the bed for support as he starts to fuck his teacher with short, hard jabs...
 
As wet as she was, it took more than a few thrusts before Johnny was entirely ensconced within her. Anju had thought she would split from the sheer girth of his shaft, feeling the sharp burning in the fourchette -- the thin layer of skin at the base of the vagina just above the perineum -- as it was stretched almost beyond its limitations.

She drew in her breath with a sharp hiss followed by a gutteral groan of -- What was it? Relief that the burning pain was subsiding or lustful delight that he filled her vagina so completely? -- as he sunk completely inside of her.

"Stay still for a moment, Johnny... please."

Anju brought his face down to her breasts, encouraging him to pull up her choli and suckle on the nipples that jutted up from the dark brownish areolae that surrounded them. Her breasts had always been sensitive and this would give her body a moment to adjust to the size of the boy's enormous erection.

The inner walls of her vagina molded themselves to the shape of him as he lay there, and she clenched her muscles and shifted her hips so that Johnny would understand that he could begin to move again. She had never had anything this large inside of her before, and once the discomfort began to subside, Anju knew that she was in heaven.

"Ohh... Joh... nee" she cried out, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair as he nibbled and pulled at the hard buds that topped her more than ample breasts.

She writhed beneath him, her thick thighs wrapped around his slender waist. Feeling sensations she had only dreamed of before. He was so big -- so thick. She knew that it wouldn't be long until she reached her peak and longed for the release it would give her.

Anju encouraged him, feeling her student swelling even further. Thrusting faster. Harder. Until finally Johnny shuddered and cried out as thick jets of hot semen spurted into her. Filling her.

She clasped her muscles tightly around him, milking every drop of his hot seed from his body. "Yes... Johnny. Yes," she whispered though she hadn't had her own orgasm.

...But this was the way of it, wasn't it? Even with Sanjit. He came and she never did. Not this way at any rate. Anju sighed with disappointment.
 
Johnny

"Yes... Johnny. Yes." He hears her whispering, feeling her hand in his hair as he collapses on top of her.

He cannot believe what has just happened.

Mrs Chowdry had just allowed him to fuck her!

Waiting to savour every moment, he casts his mind back to relive the experience. The ribbed tightness of her cunt around his cock. Her deep gasps and cries. Her legs around him, holding tighting, allowing him to fuck her.

"So goood." He gasps and he wearily lifts his head up.

Then he feels it...

He is still hard!

Hard and throbbing and he can feel her pussy around him, gripping him, squeezing him.

"Ohhh!" He gasps as he feels the urge rapidly come back. Lifting himself up, he immediately starts to shift his hips, moving his still thick organ back and forth inside her...
 
It took Anju a moment to realize...

that Johnny had not fully lost his erection -- in fact, he was moving inside her yet again. She could feel him swelling, growing harder and thicker with each stroke. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him yet again, but the discomfort soon passed as her vagina adjusted to his size and girth -- and the pleasure began.

Staring into her eyes, Johnny brought his face closer, covering her mouth with his own. "Oh gods... " she moaned against his lips as his tongue slipped between them. His kiss took her breath. Anju had never been kissed in such a way before. Only in her dreams.

In fact, her entire body was alive with sensations that she hadn't known she possessed as she lifted her hips from the mattress and used her hands and legs to pull his body closer -- his lund deeper into her aching choot. Anju couldn't lie still. She met his thrusts and matched them, her body writhing frantically in wild response to each rhythmic push of Johnny's hips.

Unable to control herself, Anju cried out. She could feel his driving need even as she was seized by an intense rush of sensation like nothing she had ever known. Not even with her 'imaginary lover' had she felt this way. It was as if a tidal wave of enormous power was washing over her body. She was ready. So, so ready.

"Now, Johnny! Ohhh... " She cried out and tensed as her body was wracked with uncontrollable, shuddering contractions.

Her wanting had become reality. Anju Chowdry had experienced her first vaginal orgasm.
 
Johnny

Feeling her soft body underneath his, his cock buried in a warm, moist vat, he speeds up the pace. Leaning over her, he looks down at her face. Her normally stern look is gone, replaced by a face of someone who looks like they have just tasted a new ice-cream.

His eyes zero in on her thick brown lips. The sight of them causes his shaft to harden further with the wet confines of her pussy. Without thinking, he brings his mouth onto hers and for the first time, he is kissing a girl, a woman!

Thanks to his recent cum, his mind has cleared somewhat and he is trying to think what he can do next. Remembering what his elder sister had once told her friend about her boyfriend using his tongue, he sticks his tongue in her mouth.

Chowdry's response is almost immediate and to the boy's surprise and ever mounting excitement, she starts to churn madily underneath him, causing him to thrust harder and deeper as she matches his lunges. Her husky voice crying out as they go at it hard.

It is too much for the boy. Her moans, the increased sensations of her hot cunt gripping his raging hard on.

Grabbing hard onto her shoulders for support, he start to literally crush her body against his and he forces every hard inch of him deep inside her steamy twat time and time again. Forcing her plump body into the mattress as he fucks her like a mad man. His senses are magnifies as they zero in the sounds of his teacher's cries, the sounds of the mattress springs being punished, the sounds of their wet groins coming together hard as his cock slams in deep.

"Now, Johnny! Ohhh... " Her cries causes him to go over.

With five more very deep, very hard lunges, the boy buries himself totally inside his Indian teacher as his shaft swells to bursting point and literally explodes inside her as he bellows out like some animal over her.

"Fucking hell!! I am CUMMING!" He cries out as he feels the inside of his cock burning as the white hot seed shoots up and out into her soft belly...
 
Tightening her vaginal muscles around him, Anju felt something burst inside of her as Johnny stiffened and cried out. Staccato spasms of pulsating life flooded her canal as she felt herself falling over the edge yet again.

Anju couldn't believe how quickly she'd peaked a second time. The pleasure was almost intolerable in its intensity and she found herself crying out over and over, the rhythmic convulsions of her pussy milking every drop of seed from his cock.

Satiated, the tutor and her student collapsed together, chests heaving and breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she absent-mindedly combed her fingers through Johnny's hair.

Had she done wrong to allow this? It felt too good to be wrong, but at the same time Anju knew it was amoral. She was more than twice the boy's age and this could be considered tantamount to...

Anju gasped aloud. Johnny had begun to knead her full, plump breasts, rolling one of her uncommonly sensitive nipples gently between his fingers as he captured the other between his lips. She smoothed her hands down the back of his head, to his neck and shoulders as her back arched.

She could feel the ripple of hard muscle under his skin, and the strength of his body as he ground himself against her. His skin was smooth, hot and dry, unlike the clammy, spongey feel of Sanjit's. In fact, he was nothing like Sanjit at all.

Anju mewled as the boy suckled, amazed at the sensations he had aroused in her body and the new ones that were beginning to emerge. Subconsciously she stopped worrying about anything but the moment, basking in his touch and savoring the way he was making her feel.
 
Johnny

He cannot keep his hands off her as he works on her anew, his hungry mouth on a large dark nipple while his spare hand (the other is propping him up) kneads and pumps the Indian woman's other breast.

He cannot get over her body. So soft, so full. He never knew that Chowdry is so stacked. In fact she is quite plump but that makes him craves her even more and not for the first time he wonders what it would be like to be her husband and be able to fuck her every night of the week.

While all this is happening, his erection which still hasn't really subsided despite cumming twice, lays well entrenched inside her hot chute starts to twitch as he feels his lust returning. With a shove of his hips, he slides in deeper, the feeling on his still very sensative helmet causes him to lift his head and gasp.

Looking down, he sees that she is looking up at him and he gasps again as he feels something down below starting to squeeze him...
 
She watched him, wonder growing in her eyes as he feasted on the plump mounds of her breasts. No one -- especially not Sanjit -- had ever touched them this way before and Anju marvelled at the sensations that were aroused in her body by her student's ravenous manipulations. She had thought to teach Johnny, but much to her surprise and amazement, he was the one who was teaching her. Teaching her things about herself and her body that she had never realized before.

Mesmerized by the effects of Johnny's attentions, Anju moaned gutterally as she felt the gentle but firm thrust of his pelvis against her own, and the rapid thickening of yet another burgeoning erection. She was incredulous at the boy's wholehearted passion, a stark contrast to her husband's aloofness during 'the act'.

She tightened her vaginal muscles around Johnny's now fully tumescent erection, encouraging his ardor -- wanting him to know that she desired him as much as he appeared to desire her in return. Even if it was just an illusion, Anju didn't care. She was as stunned by the intense self-revelation of her own hot-blooded sexuality as she was by Johnny's enthusiasm for it.

Johnny gasped aloud and lifted his head from her breast to look his tutor in the eye. Anju smiled and shifted her body invitingly to take him fully yet again. "Yes, Johnny" she whispered. "Yesss."
 
Johnny

His young mind is almost overloading with all the new sensations he is feeling and hearing. Her hot cunt so tight around his huge hard-on as he bangs at her with it; her soft body moving under his.

And the sounds, the noise of creaking bedsprings, the dull thudding as his body hits hers and her groaning, low and drawn out.

This woman is HOT!

He suddenly feels it, a stabbing sensation in his balls. With a few urgent jabs, he rams himself deep and holds himself as he empties himself in her, crying out with the effort. Once finished, he rolls off and to the side.

Man! That was good!

It is then he realises that it is dark...
 
Unable -- and unwilling -- to move as the last tremors of her orgasm faded away, Anju lay back against the pillows as the realization that she and Johnny had been making love for hours slowly crept into her consciousness. It was so dark that she could barely discern his face as he lay beside her, his hand cupping her breast.

Making love. You've been fucking. Don't delude yourself, Anju! This was sex -- pure and simple. Nothing more and nothing less. An extension of the boy's lessons.

She smiled sadly, knowing Johnny wouldn't see the expression on her face. It had been wonderful. She had to admit that at least. But as with all good things -- this and others -- they came to an end.

"Johnny?" She spoke his name quietly, unsure if her student had fallen asleep.

"Yes... Miss?"

Anju could hear the hesitation in his voice. Johnny was right in wondering. What should he call her now? She chose to ignore the unspoken question and go on. "I didn't realize how much time had passed. It's very late. Perhaps you should phone home and let your parents know that you are all right. I'll clean up and give you a ride home."

Switching on the lamp on the nightstand, Anju sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She could feel the boy's sperm oozing from her choot and was certain there was a huge wet spot beneath her.

Anju smiled as a thrill of remembrance shot through her. She stood and crossed the room to the master bath and turned to face him as she flipped on the light there. She was a little sore and her legs glistened with Johnny's cum as it continued to drip down her legs.

"Thank you," she whispered before turning away to get in the shower.


Happy Day! :kiss:
 
Johnny

(OOC: Happy 2nd Anniversary, Maid. What does it feel like being at Literotica for two whole years?)

He feels the disappointment as he watches her leave the room. Though totally blown away on what has happened, the boy greedily finds he wants more. To make it worse, despite his repeated cums, he finds himself getting hard again.

He wonders for a moment what Miss would say if he goes after her?

Mostly throw him out!

Nor would she fuck him again.

Fuck! She has really fucked him!

Despite the thought almost blowing his mind, he is still able to phone his mother.

Five minutes, Chowdry pops her head around the door and tells him to have a shower, get dressed and meet her downstairs. Ten minutes later, he comes down the stairs and see her waiting at the door. He notices that she is wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Her hair is still wet from her shower.

"I hope you have found your lesson....informative." She tells him as if she had just taught him something everyday important at school.

He nods.

"And I trust that what we have done tonight in no way gets out. I don't expect to hear about this at school."

"No, miss." He says quietly, his eyes drawn to the Indian woman's breasts.

"Very well, then." She says crisply. "Let's go."

Again he nods and wait for her to open the door before making to leave.

Possibly, if he had waited longer, it may not have happened. However, he moves past, he accidently brushes his school teacher's chest with his bare arm. The contact causes the two of them to freeze.

"Johnny...."

But he isn't listening as he turns to face her, his eyes drilling into her own...
 
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Anju tried to sound indifferent as she spoke, detaching herself from what had just occurred. Back to business as usual, she'd told herself. Teacher and pupil. It was only a lesson. Nothing more, nothing less.

And then he touched her breast.

It wasn't on purpose. She hadn't stepped far enough back for Johnny to pass through the door is all. But when his arm brushed against her breast, Anju felt as though a volley of fireworks had been shot off inside of her body. Her heart caught in her throat even as his name escaped her lips.

"Johnny... "

The boy had frozen mid-stride and slowly turned to face her. He looked puzzled, then surprised at first. And then another look came over his face and into his eyes -- or was that just the reflection of her own?

Anju was mentally and physically struggling to hold her emotions in check. She was risking everything and knew it but the remembrance of the sensations that had been aroused in herself over the past few hours were slowly winning the battle. When Johnny tentatively put his hand on her arm and moved closer, she knew that she was lost.

"Miss?"

She closed her eyes and hoped she wasn't misunderstanding his intent.
 
Johnny

His lips are against her even before he had finished talking. His kiss hungry, so hungry it is as if that nothing has happened before.

Again he smells her skin, taste her soft lips against his, feel her plump body against his hard one.

"....Johnny. You should be going ho..." She manages to gasp before his mouth reclaims her.

Then his hands are on her, pulling at her clothing. Roughly manhandling her breasts as they are bared...
 
Anju and Johnny were a tangle of fingers and hands as they struggled to undress each other. He tugged at her tee, lifting it over her head and kneading her plump breasts through the thin material of her brassiere. In turn, she fumbled with his jeans. His cock was straining, swollen and hard against its unwelcome confines making it more difficult to undo the button and zipper. Johnny's task was much easier as her jeans were only elastic at the waist.

His lips were on hers, devouring her mouth as he rubbed his body against hers, his hand cupping her choot from the outside for a moment before snaking its way inside her pants. She cried out as his fingers travelled down her belly, past the silken panties and beyond -- into the thick nest of curls between her legs.

They were like animals in rut. Her pussy was dripping with desire, aching to be touched, caressed... filled. Johnny gasped, his lund lurching in her hand as her fingers finally achieved their goal. So big, she thought. Her fingers could not even encircle it fully, but her pussy could.

Anju shuddered as the tiniest inkling of an orgasm began to creep up on her. She had never thought one way or the other about sex before -- it was a wife's duty and frankly, Sanjit was not the most... Gods how she wanted this boy.

"Johnny... " her voice was low and honeyed with lust. Anju didn't want to stand groping in the foyer, half-dressed. She wanted to be completely naked. To feel his body against hers -- flesh to flesh. She wanted to touch him, feel him, taste him, smell him. She wanted her mouth on him and his on her. She...

"Wait. Please."

Her student's fingers stopped their probing as Johnny looked into her eyes nervously. Surely he must know how much she desired him? Anju smiled reassurance as she slowly pulled his hand from between her legs and released his throbbing erection.

Stepping back, Anju continued to undress and indicated that he should do the same. Their gazes held until they stood before each other, completely naked.

"You are so... beautiful" she whispered, devouring him with her eyes and longing for his mouth.
 
Johnny

The boy doesn't even hear as he closes in on her. His raging hard-on dictating his actions.

Within moments, he is in her arms, their lips clinging together hungrily, both of them moaning as their organs merge once again. Then he is pushing into her with strong, angry thrusts. Forcing his teacher's back against the wall even as she struggles to wrap her legs around him.

He has never felt anything like and he cannot get enough.

Breaking their lip contact, he starts to attack her throat even as he hears her gasping her encouragement.

I want to do this forever! He thinks to himself as he spears her long and hard.

Trrrinnnnggg!!!

The phone on the hall table next to them goes off. Within a few short bursts, the answer phone kicks in.

"Mrs Chowdry? This is Mrs Baker, Johnny's mother."

It is his mum. But still he cannot stop. The two of them are sweating now, his thrusts getting more urgent, ever deeper and harder.

"I know that your lesson with him finished over an hour ago but he is not home yet and it is getting late. Normally since it is a week night, he would come straight home. I just wondered if he is still with you?"...
 
It was all a jumble -- hands, arms, legs, Johnny's cock sliding in and out of her pussy -- and the phone. Ringing. Voracious thrusts. Ravenous mouths. The answer machine. The urge to answer not quite as desperate as the need to continue fucking at any cost -- until that final exquisite release.

Deep down, Anju knew she should ease Mrs. Baker's concern but she was truly beyond all cognitive thought, her body ruled by lust and desire -- her mind filled with the red haze of concupiscence and the demands of her newly-awakened libido.

Halfway supported by the wall against her back, her body was jolted against it as Johnny drove up into her. Long, hard strokes that brought them closer and closer to... She didn't want it to stop. It was as if a smoldering ember somewhere deep inside her body had suddenly caught and flared, igniting her passions until she burned brighter than an exploding star.

"Harder... "

"gods... "

"cumming... "

"Johnnneeee... "

"nowwww... "

Each word accentuated by a powerful upward thrust, Anju wasn't even fully conscious of the words she cried out as she felt herself climbing.

Climbing.

Reaching.

And ultimately attaining...

that most wonderful peak she sought. Anju began to shudder uncontrollably as her orgasm swept her away.
 
Johnny

Holding her tightly against the wall, Johnny gives two or three more violent thrusts and jams himself right in. His organ swelling up even more inside its tight confines before he feels it discharging his fertile liquids.

"Ooohhhh!" He gasps as he feels himself spasming, holding onto the Indian woman's plump body as he fills her full.

"Please give me a phone call if you know where he has gone. It is 5-5-4-3-4-4".

In his stupor, the boy is hardly aware of his mother's voice as she leaves their telephone number as he slumps heavily against her...
 
Anju felt Johnny's cock throb and pulse as he emptied himself inside of her, the last internal contractions of her own orgasm milking him of every drop. She inhaled deeply. Gulping breaths. Her heart was pounding as if it would break free of her body as they slumped together.

She combed her fingers through her student's hair, slowly lowering one leg to the floor. She didn't want him to slip out of her just yet. In her wildest fantasies Anju had never felt or imagined that she could ever feel this good. Be so hungry for sex -- for fucking. It was as if her body had suddenly ripened and bloomed, discovering for the first time what it was meant for. Truly meant for.

Johnny raised his face from the crook of her neck and looked deeply into the older woman's eyes. Anju smiled and then grinned. And so did he. They were still out of breath from their heated encounter yet they began to laugh. A laugh filled with wonder and joy at their shared sexual awakenings.

She felt his cock throb inside of her again making her eyes widened in surprise and delight. Even so, she knew that if they didn't stop now they never would. "We can't. Your mother is worried, Johnny."

"I know."

Reluctantly lowering her other leg, she felt his lund slip from her slick choot, shivering when his cum begin to trickle down her inner thighs. Anju wanted to tell him that no other man had ever made her feel this way. So complete. So much like a woman. But she held her tongue. Perhaps some other day -- if, in fact, this were to happen again. Who knew what Johnny Baker would think of this in the light of day?

"No time for a shower this time," she said brusquely. "Just a quick wash up and I will get you home before your mother rings up the police. Hurry now." Her fingertip trailed the length of his still semi-hard cock as she turned to gather up their scattered clothing.
 
Johnny

Mrs Chowdry slowly pulls the car at the top of his road, away from any houses and prying eyes.

"I won't take you straight to your door, just in case your mother sees us and wonder why I am taking you home so late." She tells him in that distinctive Pakistani accent.

"Okay, Miss." He says turning towards her as he undoes his seatbelt.

"I will see you tomorrow at school..." She says to him.

Unable to help himself, he kisses her on the cheek.

"What was that..." Another impulse causes him to kiss her on the mouth.

"Johnny, you..." Suddenly overwhelmed with lust, the boy launches himself at her. His mouth hungrily attacking hers as he pulls her to him...
 
The boy was insatiable, and much to her chagrin, so was she. Anju groaned against her student's mouth as his hand cupped her braless breast, hefting the weight of it before snaking down between her legs. His movements were rough. Demanding her submission to his needs. Anju felt herself growing wet, wondering if he could feel it through the heavy denim of her jeans as she in turn reached for him.

His cock was hard, straining to be freed. But here? She looked around at the semi-deserted street she'd parked on. No one would see them. Did she dare take the chance? Johnny didn't seem to be concerned, but she had so much more to lose than he did. Then again -- look at how much she'd gained.

"Open your trousers, Johnny and lean your seat back," she breathed against his mouth as she hurriedly struggled to lower her own. They would have to be quick, but the aching in her pussy was rapidly overriding the irrationality of her behavior in her head.

Not for the first time that day, Anju was amazed at how ready her body was. How quickly she had responded to the boy's fervid attentions. How needy she had become -- seeking her own release. She wanted to believe that his arousal was because of her, but even if it wasn't she was taking as much pleasure from Johnny as he was taking from her. And she wanted to teach him more.

Anju watched fascinated as Johnny revealed his erect and swollen cock. Her tiny hand seemed dwarfed as her fingers spread and wrapped around the girth of it and began to stroke. "Tell me what you want, Johnny," she whispered. "My hand? My mouth? My choot?"

The boy made a whining sound that came from somewhere deep within. Anju moaned in return as she brought her lips closer to the purple helmet that topped his magnificent shaft. "Tell me?"
 
Johnny

The boy groans as he feels her hot breath on his aching shaft. This morning he was a virgin and not only has he fucked, by Mrs Chowdry of all people, but she wants to do it again - in her car!

He groans in his lust.

"Aren't you going to answer, Johnny?" She asks again and the boy almost jumps as he feels her tongue move against his cock.

Just then something catches his eye.

"Shit!" He exclaims.

"What's the matter, Johnny?" Chowdry asks, looking up.

"It's my next door neighbour, Mrs Wilkinson. She's coming this way."...
 
"Cover yourself," Anju said hastily as she sat up and turned on the ignition without bothering to pull her own back up. All she was concerned about was avoiding her student's neighbor. The rest she'd deal with once they had driven away.

Turning the corner, she pulled over and tugged at her pants. At least now she was covered. What in the world had she been thinking?? She was getting to be like Edith Pomeroy for heaven's sake -- worse than Edith Pomeroy!

"I'm sorry, Johnny" she said once her clothes were semi-straightened. "That was a terrible risk to take. I shouldn't have done." And then she began to laugh. Light and musical, a reflection of the sing-song quality of her voice. Part of it was from nervousness, the other part relief, the third at the ludicrousness of the situation.

"Go on," she finally said. "Get out and hurry home. Your mother is worried and I'll see you tomorrow in school."

She watched as the boy grasped the handle and pulled. "Rest easy, Johnny. And... thank you." The last spoken under her breath, unheard by her pupil as he opened the car door to get out.
 
OOC: Glitch with Lit caused my post to be duplicated.
 
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