Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 6 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 6

... babies. After all, if I couldn’t have him, I wanted to get him for my new BFF. Running ahead of Mandy, I got us a position on the ride so that they were standing together, hoping they would hold hands as a lot of the kids had been doing. They didn’t. Bloody teenagers! I was going to have to spoon-feed them. On the next round, I grabbed Josh’s hand too and the three of us raced back to the entry with Mandy in the lead. I got between them this time and as the ride built up speed, I clutched my hands (and theirs!) together in mock terror, trying to graft one set of fingers onto the other like a couple of climbing ivies. That didn’t work either. I was screaming on the outside, but scheming on the inside, and as I played out a little daydream of young love in my head, I realised two things: one, I was horny; and two, I was pressing both of their hands together. Into my breasts! Reality surged back in a flood of adrenaline. Yes folks, that’s me; I’m that schoolteacher standing in plain sight holding the hands of two students to her breasts. My self-preservation instinct kicked in, play it cool, Jeannie , an inner voice whispered to me. Without moving my hands (yet) I used my peripheral vision to check on both of them, but neither seemed to have noticed that I was using them to feel me up; they were screaming and holding their free hands in the air just like everybody else. When the ride next crested, I used the momentum to lift our arms above our heads and away from my breasts, ...

... with seemingly nobody the wiser. Could they not have noticed? By the time the ride finished, my panic had given way to excitement again, and I was back to scheming on how to get these two potential lovebirds together. Rock Star clearly wasn’t the answer, and it was getting to the point that we would have to wait in line to get back on. The Octopus beckoned. No queue, but more importantly it had cars that seat four people in a horseshoe formation, so these two could snuggle up nice and close and hold hands. I took the initiative as we ran off Rock Star and yelled “Queue’s too long”, and then led our happy, giggling trio (okay, so most of the giggling was coming from me) to The Octopus. We ran straight to a vacant car and I congratulated myself on getting Josh between me and Mandy. Triumph! I am the queen of match-makers , I almost yelled out loud. Let the courting begin! A-a-a-a-a-nd nothing! Hunky Josh was sitting six inches away from sexy Mandy the Slutty Nurse – she of the seated hemline that barely covered her panties – and what did he proceed to do? Absolutely! Fucking! Nothing! Worse, The Octopus was a bust. I swear it was around when my grandparents were young. I mean, it’s not for little kids, but it just doesn’t stack up in the excitement stakes anymore. What this ride would be good for is to let young lovers canoodle together and pretend to be scared, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen. All of the breathless excitement and the yelling and screaming was melting ...