I'd been teaching for two years in a private high school and I loved it. My little group of students were bright and well behaved for the most part, and I attended all the school functions. Chaperoned the dances, cheered at the pep rallies and never missed a sports event. So there I was, one sunny cold afternoon, watching the big Homecoming game, surrounded by hundreds of excited students and parents. Homecoming was one large party and I was popular, my students had set me up with hot dogs, Coke, roasted peanuts (to keep my hands warm) and I was snuggled in my very own "Lancers" stadium blanket. Right after the big halftime show, I went to the ladies room and it was crowded...there was no line at the men's room, so I risked it. (I'd had a couple of beers as well, given to me by sympathetic mothers who only got through these games half crocked.:)

The men's room, while filthy, was empty and I was washing my hands when a tall, handsome man in jeans walked in. He stared and I grinned at him. He was a stranger, what the hell did I have to lose? "Too many women in the other bathroom!" I told him and gave a little wave before leaving. He caught up with me a few minutes later. (His hands were still damp from washing, I was pleased to note.) 

"Don't run off! I wanted to talk to you. You're pretty cute, using the men's room and all. I'm Mike."

"Hey Mike, I'm Kelly." I looked him over. Tall, like I said. Thick blond hair, green eyes. Wide shoulders. Leather jacket, boots...and NICE package in those tight jeans. 

"Kelly, I was heading out to my truck to get some more beer. Want to come along, keep me company?"

"Okay." I didn't object when he put his arm around my shoulders to escort me out to the parking lot. He smelled good, like soap and smoke from the bonfires, and I could feel my nipples getting hard just being near him. It had been too long since I'd wanted a guy enough to fuck him, but I was getting a clear signal from my body about Mike.

His truck was an SUV, with dark tinted windows and plush interior. When he pulled the tailgate open, I could see that the seats were all folded down and the resulted space carpeted with a couple of blankets, to which I added my Lancer's woolen one. A cooler and a picnic basket sat just inside the door. He lifted me up into the cozy space, then climbed in himself and pulled the tailgate almost shut. Ceremoniously, he opened the cooler and handed me a frosty Rolling Rock. 
"To Homecoming!"

"Homecoming", I agreed and clinked bottles. We both drank deeply, talking a little, flirting the way you do when you know you're going to sleep together. And then, when my bottle was empty, he leaned over and kissed me. A great kiss, tasting vaguely of hops, and then I was kissing him back. 

His hands slid under my sweater, cupping my tits and squeezing them while I unbuttoned his flannel shirt to feel that hard chest, strong shoulders. He had my bra unhooked when I slid my sweater off and my nipples stood out, hard and dark against my soft white tits. Mike stared, then lowered his head and sucked them into his mouth. I could feel the pleasure all the way down to my pussy, which is where his hand was heading, sliding across my stomach and into my jeans. His fingers were cold when he pushed them past my skimpy thong panties, but they soon warmed up in my wet hot slit while he rubbed and stroked my clit. First one,, then two fingers in my hole had me slick and begging for more while he finger fucked me, but I wasn't letting him tease me for long. When I unzipped his pants, and reached in for his cock, it was hard as iron and thick too, already beading with precum at the tip. I pumped his bare dick once or twice and he groaned, shoving my jeans down past my knees and jerking his own pants off.

"So, you want to get fucked, huh? You want my cock in that hungry little wet pussy?" He knelt over me, rubbing that wet tip against my clit until I moaned. 

"YES! Fuck me, dammit! Stuff my cunt full of that big prick!" and he was in me, fucking hard, balls deep in one stroke. I could feel them banging against my ass as he thrust into me, stretching the walls of my pussy, and I heard him cussing when I squeezed him with those walls. 

"Good little slut, such a good fucking little slut, take my cock, you love it!" he groaned over and over, pumping me hard, cupping my cheeks to pull me even deeper onto him, and I did love it! I felt like a total whore and I couldn't get enough of his meat. I wrapped my legs around him and shameless begged him to never stop fucking me, to cum in me, to give me all of that cock. I could feel it building up and then I was coming on his prick, moaning and screaming while he shot that big fucking load deep into my hungry cunt.

Afterwards, we were laying there, touching each other and talking when I asked him what he was doing at the game. I had already told him that I was a teacher from our school. With an embarrassed little grin he said, "Actually, I ditched my buddies to come out here. I'm the center on the Tigers basketball team, but we jocks all support each other. I'm a senior at the other school."

A student. I'd fucked a student from the other school, in his truck, in a parking lot at a high school game. As I opened my mouth to ask him to keep his shut, he brushed the hair back from my face and smiled. "I can't wait to tell my buddies about you. I'll bet it would be worth a couple of visits every month for me to not tell anyone about this, right teacher?" and I realized, I was going to be fucking this teenaged stud all year. What the fuck, at least he was good at it!!

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