Ms. Watson’s Classroom Pt. 01 by kornslayer
“Oh, I remember these halls,” he muttered as we walked down the main hall. “We made out for the first time right over in that small space, and you let me get to second base in the women’s room over there too,” he mentioned, pointing at it.
“Yes, I remember it all too well, Dwight. Especially the time we got caught in room 242 when I was blowing you. Good times, but nothing we need to relive.”
“I know, but it is still nice to relish some sexy memories in our early days of our relationship. We did go to this high school in our senior years when we were both eighteen, and we just had some fun. I might add, it isn’t like we got expelled for getting caught.”
“No, but the principal suspended us for two weeks, remember? It is not like I regret it, and I never will, but you can’t just focus on the good things. At least we went all the way in your bedroom two months into the relationship,” I said, holding him back for a moment.
We both got in front of each other, and he brought me close to him too. “I know that’s when I fell in love with you, you were just some hot chick I wanted to get into bed beforehand, but afterward, you did make me love you.”
“That didn’t happen with my blow job? I know you didn’t say it then, but you didn’t just feel it and was afraid of saying it at that point?”
“I guess not,” he admitted, before kissing me. “Are you sure that wouldn’t have scared you off, though?”
“I guess we’ll never know, but maybe next time we won’t have to rely on our son getting bad grades in English class for us to bring up old memories,” I said, before a pause. “Wait a minute, wasn’t room 242 an English classroom?”
He broke eye contact and smiled. “Yes, I believe it was, Monica,” he chuckled, nodding.
Then he took my hand, and we headed up the stairs to the second floor. I found myself, but sure it was, in fact, in the same room we had gotten busted in twenty years ago. With each passing step, I became a little more certain it was.
“Yes,” I said, hitting the wall.
We turned the corner, and then we saw room 242 at the very end of the hall. “The last room down there, yep, it is the same room,” I giggled.
“Okay, keep it down, the students aren’t here, but the teachers still are, babe.”
“Oh, I get it now,” I said, before leaning towards his ear. “My panties are wet now.”
“No kidding?”
I shook my head no as we arrived at the door. He opened it for me and then we both walked in to see that very same room.
“Oh, yeah, it is not exactly the same, but still, I see the whole room. The school has HD TVs now, new carpet, windows, paint and a dry erase board too. And look, we get comfy chairs to sit in, rather than the hard metal chairs our parents sat in twenty years ago,” I spoke, pointing at them. “Although, it is the same room where your cock entered my mouth for the first time.”
“Monica, someone might hear you.”
“Look around; the teacher isn’t here,” I pointed out, making a 360-degree turn. “Besides, you’re the one that first brought up our sexy memories,” I reminded him, coming towards him.
“True.”
“Yes,” I added, stopping in front of him and placing my hands on his crotch. “Your dick is hard, and it has just gotten harder and harder all these years.”
“Only because beauty has definitely come with age, dear,” he mentioned, placing his hands on my butt.
“Then kiss me if you find me so attractive.”
We both closed our eyes and kissed each other like we were horny young adults again. As we did, I could only imagine what we did back in the day, not only in that classroom, but in the whole school.
Surely enough, we had a boatload of memories we could have rehashed, but then I gently pushed his lips off mine. “Dude, we’re going to get caught again. The teacher could walk in here at any moment.”
“We’re just making out as all couples do, it isn’t like they can suspend us for that.”
“I know, but still, what if it led to something else? We’re both horny, and what if we did something else?”
“What, did you want to relive, that blow job you gave me?” he pondered, before a pause. “That would be hot, babe, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” I answered, backing away. “Although, if we got caught now,” I said, sitting down in a chair in front of the desk. “We’d not only get Al expelled, but we just might get charges brought against us by the school. Are you sure you want to risk that to recreate a memory?”
“Well, yes,” he responded, sitting in the other chair. “If it is, in fact, with the prettiest woman in the world. The one I never had any regrets about, even when I got her pregnant one year after graduation when we were just nineteen. Our parents supported us, and we made it. Now it is just Jenny Lumper’s bad, she broke up with me in our junior year, and then I met you on the first day of our senior year. I like brunettes better anyway.”
“And bigger boobs, don’t forget that.”
“You never met her though, Monica, how do you know her bust size?”
“I’ve seen pictures, I’m not just full of myself and assuming mine are bigger. You know me better than that, Dwight. Come on, give me a little credit, I’m not that predictable,” I reminded him, lifting my shirt over my tits.
“You showed up to a parent/teacher conference not wearing a bra?”
I nodded and lowered my shirt too. All the while, we kept eye contact and stayed silent too. I surely knew his rod remained quite hard, if not harder after his eyes came over my nude breasts just a few seconds earlier.
We suddenly had a dead silence in there, except for our breathing and the air vent. My pussy seemed to be wetter than a monsoon considering where we were, the memories that came with being in there too.
Without either of us speaking a word, we both leaned towards each other and kissed again. This time, it did last a lot longer than the last kiss that took place a couple of minutes beforehand. Neither of us let our hands make the trip to one another; we just pleasured each other with our lips for the time being.
Our tongues also made appearances in one another’s mouths from time to time. Needless to say, I stained the chair just a little bit as some lady juice escaped both my panties and my shorts, and it thrilled me a bit of possibly getting caught, even though we were just kissing.
‘Oh, this hunk is making me shake again, yes, I’m sure glad that broad Jenny broke up with you, dude.’
After six minutes, our lips mutually parted, and we stared at each other again.
He placed his right hand on my cheek. “I love you, Monica.”
“I love you too, Dwight,” I stated, before casually getting up and making my way right to him.
“What are you doing?”
“Just getting closer to my husband, that’s all,” I informed him, getting onto his chair with him on my knees. “It is not a crime,” I reminded him, placing my hands on his face and right before I pasted my lips onto his.
He couldn’t turn down the chance to place his hands on my butt and grab my cheeks somewhat hard right off the bat.
“You like my butt, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
We made out for a moment and began sweating a bit even with the air vent running right above us. Dwight’s head had to angle up a bit, so his chin slightly pushed up onto my chest right over my boobs.