Oh How I Love April Showers - Sex Stories

Oh How I Love April Showers

... me a peck on the cheek. I naturally put my arm around her waist loosely in a sign of kindness and trust. “My pleasure sweetie. Better go get changed.” After the peck on the cheek, she stunned me by popping back to her toes and planted her lips on mine. Her hands wrapped around my neck as she tried to push her tongue inside. I was shocked by the aggressive and bold kiss, coming from such a bashful girl. I pulled her off my mouth. “April, what the hell are you doing?” My voice raising as the rain came back to full speed, making the old roof a musician again. She looked really surprised I had stopped her. Tears welled up in her eyes quickly. “I. . . I. . . I wa-was. . . . I . . . I thought you liked me.” “I do like you April. You’re a great girl, smart and athletic and pretty. But why in the world did you just kiss me?” I asked her. “Bu-bu-but if you l—l—like me, why did you push me away?” “April. I. Look, I am flattered that you would think I was worthy of your attention, but April, I am married, I am much older than you, and you are my student. There is no chance of a relationship like that. Why would you think I would take that?” Don’t get me wrong, I am sure she would be a nice piece of ass, but I wasn’t about to wade into those waters. “Oh god. I am so stupid!” April burst into tears and ran away, past the bleachers, and then behind them, her hands covering her crying eyes the whole way. “Dammit.” I cursed under my breath, wondering how to calm this girl down without ...

... shattering the trust he had built up with her. I didn’t want her to go back into that shell of hers. I walked to the bleachers and as I got to the end, not far from my office door which went down a narrow corridor for a few meters before opening into the actual office, it’s pathetic semi translucent green windows. The bleachers pulled out from the wall they have an accordion metal truce support structure. You could go under the bleachers as long as you weren’t fat. I could hear her sobs but she was in far enough that I couldn’t make her out. The rain turned into hail and began to make a deafening racket. I climbed into the bleachers underside and walked in as the light turned dim and my eyes had to adjust. They began to and her silhouette became visible. “There you are April I . . .” My eyes continued to adjust and I realized she was turned away from me and to the side. Her shorts were at her ankles, and her wet top was rolled up to her shoulders, her right breast side showing. Her left leg was bent at the knee, her right locked straight. Through the cracks in the bleachers enough light showed that her head, resting on a strut, had a face full of tears, her big eyes looking at me as she blinked. Her posture forced her amazing fucking ass out. She curled at the waist, creating a crest down her back to her waist from her shoulder blades. The side of her breast curved under noticeably, promising not just heft, but shape. My penis, which was a firm 8 and ½ inches long, was hard so fast ...