Carol's brain was working feverishly, trying to match a name to the dark haired boy's face, then it came to her. "Hello, Terry, how did your shift go?"
"Fine, Miss Davis, I was just headed home, no trouble at all today." When he smiled at her, Carol saw his white, even teeth and remembered his last name – White, that was it, Terry White! Then his words sank in and she was puzzled.
"Home? I thought you went to school young man, why are you going home at this time of the morning?"
Terry grinned again, making Carol's heated groin tighten. "Oh I'm a senior, Miss Davis. I don't have classes every period. Today I don't have to be there until this afternoon." As he spoke, Carol saw the handsome boy's dark eyes dart down to her legs and she flushed when she realized how high her skirt had ridden up her legs and how much thigh there was for him to see. But it was strange, she usually resented being stared at. But this boy's gaze pleased her, made her feel warm and womanly.
Carol was amazed when she heard her voice echoing in her ears. She didn't even know that she was going to speak until she heard it! "Well, hop in, I'll give you a lift," she said and felt a tiny chill of excitement working in her belly as he instantly opened the door and sat beside her.
Terry gave her directions and Carol started the car; even as she pulled away she was aware of the boy's sideways glances and the smouldering sensation between her thighs got worse! Doris' words bubbled and seethed in her brain as she drove: "… just imagine a hard young prick in you right now…" Turning her head slightly, Carol caught Terry's face in profile and she suddenly realized that he was the boy in her fantasy. His face fit the body that she'd daydreamed about when she played with herself!
"I… I don't have anything to do for a while, myself." Carol felt clumsy and awkward. She was ashamed of the dirty thoughts that were tormenting her, but she couldn't make herself stop. "Would you like to drive somewhere and… talk?"
"Sure, that'd be great," Terry answered quickly. Carol nodded and drove on. She'd never been so bold in her life and she didn't know what to say or do next!
"There's a road on your right. It goes up to that stand of trees on the hill," Terry said. His voice sounded so strange that Carol had to look at him to see what was wrong. Terry's eyes flicked away from her body as she turned, but Carol knew he'd been staring at her again and she couldn't miss seeing the distinct lump growing behind his fly.
They didn't speak as she drove up the shady street. At the top, Carol saw a faint trail going around the trees and followed it. When the nervous brunette stopped, she could see that they were completely out of sight of the street.
Terry turned a bit on the seat, letting his arm drop down as he tried to cover his growing erection. "There used to be an old house up here, but they tore it down," the boy mumbled as he tried not to stare at her.
Carol didn't respond right away. She felt the excitement flowing through her and a sudden reckless feeling came over her. "It's a lovely place, Terry," she said softly. "Do you bring your girlfriends up here?" She tried to make the question sound like a joke, but even then she saw Terry flush and knew that she'd scored a bulls-eye. "Uhhhhh… sometimes, Miss Davis… I guess it wasn't such a good idea. We can take off if you want." Carol saw the confusion and the embarrassment on his face and she suddenly felt calm and poised. He was just a boy, there was nothing to fear from a boy.
"It's all right, Terry. I know you didn't mean anything by bringing me up here," Carol said in a soft voice. She turned toward him, allowing her legs to part a bit, giving him a better view of her long, rounded thighs.
Just seeing the boy's confusion made Carol more confident. She heard a voice in her mind arguing against what she was doing, but she refused to listen and brushed it aside.
"It's all right if you want to stare at me, Terry," Carol said. Her heart was hammering inside of her and she felt dizzy and lightheaded.
The boy looked startled and then embarrassed and jerked his eyes away from her thighs. Carol saw the hot flush cover his face, saw his ears turning red and felt sorry for him. Acting on human sympathy, the beautiful woman reached out and held the boys hand as she spoke to him.
"I'm sorry, Terry… I really didn't mean to make you feel bad like this." The boy still didn't turn back to her and she felt the small seed of panic growing in her chest; she was losing him! "I… meant what I said, dear… it's all right if you want to look at me."
Slowly the handsome boy's head turned and his dark eyes searched hers. Carol tried to smile, but the effort failed and she felt naked and helpless before him.
"I… I'm sorry, Miss Davis, I guess I was staring at you… but I just couldn't help it. You're so… pretty that I…" His voice trailed off and he looked so miserable and embarrassed that Carol felt warm and protective toward him.
"It's all right, Terry," the beautiful woman murmured as she tugged gently at his hand. A new, stronger hunger was worming inside of her and Carol was amazed at how good it made her feel. There was no hesitation, no shame and no fear in her. For the first time in her entire life the beautiful young woman felt no restrictions holding her back, no barriers between herself and what she wanted.
"Thank you, dear. I'm glad that you think I'm pretty, it makes me feel good to know that." She let her fingers trail across the back of the boy's hand and marveled at her boldness. She'd never felt so cool, so confident with a man in her life. But then Terry wasn't a man, he was just a boy and she could handle a boy.
Terry turned back to face her. His ears and cheeks were still red but Carol sensed a new confidence in him, also. "I think you're the prettiest woman I've ever met, Miss Davis, honest!" The boy responded to the tug she gave his wrist and moved toward her. Carol couldn't wait any longer and she moved to meet him in the middle of the seat. His arm pressed against her firm breasts and she made a tiny sound in her throat as she wet her panties with her juices.
"My, you are… excited aren't you," the young woman murmured as she allowed her greedy eyes to drift over his groin, over the straining tent that his hard prick was making behind his fly.
Terry followed the direction of her gaze and would have covered his embarrassing erection with his hand if she hadn't stopped him. "No, Terry, it's… nice to know that looking at me makes you feel like that. I understand." When the boy's worried eyes crossed with hers, Carol couldn't stand the tension and looked away. She felt weak and vulnerable. She couldn't stand it if he said or did anything gross now. Things were going as fast as she could stand it and she hoped that he would be calm and let her lead the way.
The boy must have received her tortured brain waves, because he didn't make a sound, didn't attempt to touch her at all, he just sat there, staring at her with his deep, chocolate brown eyes.
"Terry… sometimes I feel so lonely… can I count on you to be my friend?" Carol didn't dare look at his face, instead she stared intently at the enticing bulge in his trousers. "I need someone that I can trust, someone that I can… be honest with."
"I… you can count on me, Miss Davis," Terry whispered.
Carol could hear the sincerity in his voice and the last of her reservations stretched and finally snapped, leaving her emotionally naked in front of the handsome boy.
"You have to understand that I could… get in trouble, lose my job, if anyone found out about you and I… being friends," she said, still skirting the outright truth. "Do you understand what I mean?"
Before the beautiful boy could say a word, Carol moved. Her hand fell away from his wrist and landed directly on top of the taut fabric of his jeans. She could feel his cock twitch and jerk as she pressed against it and the motion sent tremors of ugly, animal desire up and down her spine.