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Teacher Chronicles: Getting Kinky in a Theater Part 1 (The Ride)

By all_around_teacher ·

(do take time to read the introduction here for you to know the context of the story: http://pserotica.com/node/21424 )

It was almost 7 years ago when this story happened. As far as I can remember, it was a week after my first high school reunion. I was able to convince one of my classmates who joined that reunion to go out on a date with me. Let us call her Ms. J.

Ms. J is considered to be one of the prettiest in our class back then. She was a valedictorian in elementary and sort of a campus crush in high school. She was also part of a dance troupe from 2nd year to 4th high school, though she seldom performed.

In terms of looks, she will not be able to catch your attention immediately. She does not have that much of a sex appeal at first glance. But the more you look at her, the more you will be captivated by her mature charm. She is a chinita, has flawless white skin and around 5’4 in height. What added to her allure is the fact that when you stare at her she is a “Maria Clara” type of girl, innocent yet “suplada”.

We met in a transport terminal in our town (around an hour ride from downtown Davao City). We agreed that I will accompany her in processing her TOR first in preparation for her to apply as a teacher in a private school.

I arrived around 10 minutes ahead of the agreed time. And to make the most of every moment, I paid our fare in advance for us to occupy the front seat of the next van in line.

When she arrived she was wearing tight blue jeans that clearly showed the shape of her legs. It was very sexy of her. She was also wearing a polo shirt that is not revealing her bust but still flaunts the curves of her torso. The only thing I can think of then was how to unbutton at least one of the buttons to allow me to see what she was wearing underneath.

I opened the door for her (acting like a “gentle man”) and she sat near the driver’s seat. I then followed and sat beside her.

“I was not supposed to go out on a date today since I need to get back home before sundown” she said right after I closed the door.

I looked at her, smiled, and then replied “A movie is just two hours long. There will be plenty of time for us to get back by sunset”.

She just looked at me then faced front as if trying to analyze if we can indeed go back before dark. It felt very awkward.

Thankfully, she was the one who broke the silence. “Tell me honestly, did you collect all our classmates’ numbers during the reunion for you to hide your true motive?”

“Motive? What motive?” I replied with a sheepish smile.

“For you to get my number without them noticing..”

She got me there. Yes, that was my reason. Sort of. I actually did it to get her number and the number of one other girl.

“Well… (of course I can’t say the complete truth) I did. How did you know?”

“It was weird for you to go around collecting numbers. Everybody knows you don’t reply to text messages.”

It made me think then, was I really that much of an introvert back in high school that they had the impression? Doesn’t matter though. At least she is here now. The first date is always the hardest one to pull off.

After around 15 minutes of waiting, our ride started to move. Since we are in the front, there is technically enough space to move a little more comfortable than being on the back seat with all other passengers crammed together. This did not help my plan though. I wanted to break the touch barrier as early as possible. I needed to find a reason to make her move closer towards me.

“Comfy?” I asked her.

“Yes… quite”

“Is something bothering you?”

“It’s nothing… I’m just not used to being with you.”

“Huh? Why? We were classmates back in High School.”

“You barely smiled at me back then, and now you are asking me out on a date? I hated your guts then you know”

“Ouch, that much? I did not do anything to you then.”

“Yes, nothing at all. It felt like you don’t treat me, nor the rest of our classmates to be on the same level as you. You were just plain arrogant.”

“People change”

“I do hope so…”

“Well, I think I know one more reason why you are uncomfortable.”

“And what is that?” She stared at me trying to digest if I can really give her a reason.

“The shift stick.” It was the only thing I can think of. “You are near the shift stick and every time the gear change you try to dodge it.”

It was partly true. But honestly nothing else came through my mind then.

“What do you suggest I do then?” she asked.

“Move a little to your right”. I grinned while pointing the space between her and me. And it worked, she did move closer to me. Looks like she was really bothered by the shift stick.

It was then that her right arm came into contact with my left arm. Her skin was very smooth as if a mosquito would slip on it if it ever tries to bite her. The difference between our skin tones also became apparent. I am a typical Filipino with brown complexion. She on the other hand was a “Japanese mystiza” whose skin is almost as white as milk.

Then luck was on my side. The driver stepped on the brakes hard. My reflexes made me hold her arm to prevent her from hitting the dash board. She looked at me, smiled and adjusted herself to sit properly once more. But I did not let go of her arm….

As a matter of fact, I slid my left hand down to her right hand and held it. She stared at me long, her right hand still open. I stared back at her then used my right hand to close her hand that I was holding. I pulled it closer to me. Then I smiled at her.

She did not resist….

To be continued