Chapter 7

Jane and Mr. Jackson wait until the final bell of the day rings. Every student should either be leaving the building to head home, or they should be heading towards the middle school to get ready for their sports. The high school gym is too small to support that volume of student-athletes.

"Are you ready Jane? Do you have your things?" Jane stands and grabs her backpack, stuffing her cellphone inside before slinging it over her shoulder. She is terrified that someone might see her leaving the locker room, seminude, with Mr. Jackson. That could ruin his career. The only clothing he was able to find for Jane was one of his t-shirts from his workout bag. Of course, the gym teacher works out. How else would he keep his beautiful muscles? Jane blushes, pulling the t-shirt down as far as it will go to cover up her exposed skin.

"I'm ready. Do you want to leave first? You could pull your car around to the entrance and then I could rush out to it once I see it? I don't think it's a smart idea for the two of us to leave when I am like this." Mr. Jackson nods and exits the locker room first. Jane peeks her head out the doorway in the direction of the large glass doors. She waits until she sees a car pull up and then rushes through the gym.

Jane enters the passenger side of the vehicle. She quickly types her address into Mr. Jackson's GPS, and they are off. No music plays. No one speaks. The tension in this car is so thick it probably couldn't even be cut by a knife. Jane turns her head to look out the window. She watches as trees, barns, ponds, suburbs, everything races by. Each item that passes signifies one more moment that she is closer to her home, closer to the end of this horrible day.

"Jane. You know you don't have to be embarrassed about your body. You are just more developed than your peers." Mr. Jackson breaks the silence, placing his hand on Jane's thigh. "You are probably one of the more attractive females at school. I can see how the boys in your grade might miss out on the opportunity to be with you, but college guys and older guys, they will be able to appreciate you for how beautiful you are." Mr. Jackson's hand travels higher up Jane's thigh. Jane can feel the heat rising to her cheeks and up through her core. She has never been called beautiful and has never been touched by a man like this.

"I'm not so sure about all of that. I'm too large and nothing about me is special or interesting. I have plain looks and a boring personality. It makes sense why no one wants to be with me." Jane bites her lip, keeping her face turned towards the window. She can't bring herself to look at him. She is pitiful and afraid of rejection.

"What? Don't say such cruel things about yourself. You are gorgeous. Your thighs are perfect," he squeezes her inner thigh as he says this, "Your hair is silky and long. Your face is friendly and kind. You are intelligent and mature for your age. There are so many incredible qualities, I could go on and on forever." Jane feels his hand inch dangerously closer to her womanhood. His pinky plays with the hem of his t-shirt, the only fabric that separates him from her. Jane gets goosebumps over her entire body. Is she about to lose her virginity to a man like this?

"You don't have to lie. You don't have to make me feel better. I'm fine. I know how I am and why no one wants me." Hot liquid streams down her cheeks. Every event from this horrible day finally catches up to her. The t-shirt below catches all of the water that slides down her chin and neck. Mr. Jackson pulls his car over. There is a small clearing in one of the sections of trees, he drives through there, giving them more privacy.

"Well, what if I said I wanted you?" Mr. Jackson unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to face her, hand still planted firmly on her upper thigh, finger still teasing the rough fabric of the shirt, his shirt that she is wearing. Jane refuses to turn her head to look at him. She doesn't want to see. She is afraid that if she looks at him, the charade will be over and he will just laugh at her or ridicule her for falling for his games.

"Whatever," Jane mumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. She isn't sure what kind of game he's playing at, but she isn't about to be made a fool two times in one day. She can't handle any more embarrassment. She keeps her gaze focused on the luscious green that surrounds them outside.

"I'm serious Jane. I want you ... right now if you are okay with that." Mr. Jackson leans closer. His face hovers directly above Jane's neck. She can feel his hot breath on her. She shivers. He is so close to her. Before any other thoughts are able to reach her mind, she feels a pair of rough but warm lips press against her neck. He kisses her gently, not wanting to alarm her. He continues kissing and nipping at her neck for a while. Jane shifts uncomfortably in her seat. Her body feels hot, her lower stomach feels strange, and her thoughts are swimming.

Mr. Jackson pauses and turns her face towards his, "What are you thinking Jane? What do you want to do?"

"I want you to keep doing that. Please." Jane avoids his eyes, afraid to see what kind of emotion they hold. Mr. Jackson returns to his previous activities. His hand fondles her heavy mounds underneath the fabric. The cool air of the car hits her thighs. She rubs her thighs together to get some friction, some warmth, but Mr. Jackson pushes them back open with his strong hand. He smiles against her neck. He brings the palm of his hand up against her lower lips. He gently rubs, creating some friction on the area. Jane squeaks and covers her face with her arms. He pulls the shirt over her head. She is completely bare before him now.

"Is this okay? Can you spread your legs for me, Jane? I want to see what I'm working with a bit better." Jane nods, spreading her legs as he asked. "Can you put your heels on the dash? I think this will be a better position." Jane does as she's told. Mr. Jackson separates her wet folds with his pointer and middle finger. The cold air hits her directly on her private area. Jane shivers. Her legs tremble. Mr. Jackson chuckles and then places his pointer finger between her folds. He rubs up and down, watching as the wetness grows.

"Oh Jane, you're so wet. You are going to make a mess all over my car. Seeing you in my shirt, knowing how naked you were underneath. Fuck, it got me so hard Jane," Mr. Jackson increases the speed and pressure of his rubbing as he says this. Then he stops altogether. The lack of stimulation makes Jane whine. She doesn't want him to stop.

"Please, please don't stop. It's really good." Jane whimpers. Mr. Jackson withdraws his hand entirely. He exits his car, walking around to the passenger side. Jane watches, confused as to why he left. He opens her door and starts to unbuckle her.

"Jane, I'm going to move you to the back seat. I want you to lay down and relax for me okay? I'm going to make you feel good. Don't worry." Jane crawls into the back seat. Mr. Jackson flips her so that her back is laying against the firm cushions. He kneels down, face directly in front of the area he was previously teasing. Jane's hands shoot down to cover herself. She doesn't want him to look at it.

"Jane, sweetie. I need you to move those so that I can continue what I was doing earlier. You want to feel good again don't you?" Jane hesitantly removes her hands. "Good girl. Okay, I'm going to get back to work. I want you to let me know if I should stop okay?" Instead of placing his hand back against her wet folds, she feels his lips against her lower lips. He just leaves gentle kisses against her clit at first. After the kissing, he takes her in his mouth, sucking lightly on her lower lips. Jane's legs tremble again. She hasn't been touched like this before.

Mr. Jackson continues working on her, placing the tip of his middle finger against her opening. He pushes it in slowly, covering it in her decadent juices. She squeezes it. Her legs wrap around his head. It feels so good. Do all older men know how to make women feel good? "Mmm, I like how you taste. I love how your tight little pussy squeezes my finger. I can't wait to stick my big hard cock inside of that tight little pussy. Do you feel good Jane?" Jane squirms underneath him, wanting him to put his mouth back where it was. She bucks her hips closer to his face. She earns a quick lick from Mr. Jackson.

"Aw, do you want more? It seems like you do by the way you are trying to shove yourself in my face. You are gorgeous Jane." He places his mouth against her tortured button, kissing and nibbling on it. He moves his finger in and out of her, feeling her insides. He adds a second finger. Once it's inside, he spreads his two fingers apart as wide as they will go. Jane moans. She really enjoys all the things he is doing to her. Some thicker liquid finds its way onto Mr. Jackson's fingers. It's white.

"Did you cum for me? How cute."Mr. Jackson continues teasing her like this, wanting her to cum for him again. He stops kissing her clit and instead sucks on it with as much force as he can. Jane squeals and shivers under his tongue. He smirks, continuing his torture. He pumps his fingers in and out of her as hard and fast as he can. Jane moans louder this time. He spreads and curls his fingers inside of her, trying to find that lovely spot, the one that he knows will make her cum for him again. He finds it.

"Mr. Jackson, please." Jane trembles, that familiar white liquid drips onto Mr. Jackson's fingers. He pulls his fingers out slowly, loving how she squirms as he does this. He brings them to his mouth, cleaning her off of them.

"Good girl, you came for me again. Are you ready for me now?" Jane sits up on her elbows. Her eyes searching for his, pleading. He stands back, unbuckling his pants, sliding them and his boxers to his ankles. Jane's eyes widen. It's big. She didn't know they could be that big. She hasn't ever seen one in person before. "Do you like it? He's all hard because of you." He places one of his hands around the shaft, moving it up and down.

"Is that going to fit in me?" Jane rubs her legs together, keeping the cold air off. Mr. Jackson pushes her legs apart again, this time he positions his member at her entrance. "It should. I made sure you were nice and wet for me. I don't want to hurt you. Is this your first time?" Jane nods. "You saved yourself for a time like this. Do you like being fucked out here in secret? What a naughty girl. I never would have guessed that you would like dirty things like this." Mr. Jackson berates her, making her flush bright red. She turns away from him, embarrassed and disgusted with her actions.

"Don't look away, Jane. I want to see your face when I defile you. I like that you like this. I want you to enjoy doing these activities with me. It's okay to be a little naughty. I like naughty girls." As soon as he finishes that statement, he slams into her. Jane screams. Mr. Jackson covers her mouth with his hand. He bends down so that he is right by her ear.

"Not too loud. We don't want to get caught. I'm sorry about that. I thought I prepared you well enough, but I didn't realize just how tight your cunt is. I am going to stay still until you get used to me. Don't worry." He wraps his arms around her, just holding her, waiting for the signal to keep moving. He groans. She is so fucking tight. He has never fucked a virgin before.