[You my wonderful readers asked for this - so here it is, as requested, Part 2 to Sister Mary Learns A Lesson. Enjoy!]
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After their first encounter together, for weeks Sister Mary avoided Jeremy as much as she could. The guilt about what she'd allowed him to do to her seemed to be eating her alive and kept her awake at night... even as she found respite in the shower or a bathroom stall, masturbating as she relived the sensual delights the boy had introduced her to privately and only within her own mind.
For Jeremy's part, surprisingly, he hadn't pressed her for more sex -- at least not outright. His behavior in her class had greatly improved overall, though he still sat in the front row of her class and instead of calling the attention of his classmates to himself with his usual shenanigans, he'd gone a different route. He now sat throughout her entire class session quietly, but giving her a mischievous, knowing smirk or sometimes covertly licking his lips and making sure she noticed. Other times he would shift in his chair so that as she walked by during her lessons, she could see the bulge of his erection straining hard against the front of his pants...
She had no idea how he could be so sneaky, stealthy and nonchalant in such blatant, sinful and open invitation. To say the least, Jeremy had become a huge distraction. Often she'd be so hot and bothered that she all but ran to the faculty restroom at the end of the same hall her classroom was located in to go relieve herself after each class session Jeremy attended. Yet Sister Mary had been sure not to get caught alone in the classroom with him again until she could sort out her feelings on the matter and figure out what she wanted to do next...
She'd just gone into the stall at the far end of the restroom and had pushed the middle of her white cotton brief panties aside to start languishing attention on her clit when she heard the outer door of the restroom open. At first she froze, afraid and feeling guilty that she'd get caught. Then she shrugged and continued with her self-pleasure not really thinking anything more of it because she was being quiet as she heard the stall next to hers being closed then locked. She was also in a locked stall of the teachers' restroom, so she'd be fine. It was just another faculty or staff member coming to pee or something. She was probably just being too paranoid because of her guilty conscience.
As she moved her fingers now slick with her body's natural lubricant over her pleasure nub, she began to fantasize about getting caught with Jeremy doing her. It made her even more excited, not to mention worsened that sense of sick dread and twisting guilt rumbling through the pit of her stomach, as she thought about it. Would she like being watched while she had sex? Would the person acting as voyeur like watching her get it on? Would the third party want to participate? What would it be like to be so carnally stimulated by two lovers at once as they both ravished her body?
Mary continued rubbing her clit, more and more quickly. She'd closed her eyes and threw her back against the side wall of the stall to help brace her. As she became increasingly aroused, she realized she didn't hear any tinkling going on beside her and she suddenly had the feeling that someone was watching her. Alarmed, she opened her eyes and found herself looking up into Jeremy's handsome, young face. He was greedily drinking in the sight of her touching herself as he stood on the toilet and looked down at her from over the divider of the next stall over. "Don't let me stop you. Please continue," he murmured in a sexy, husky voice when her hand stilled.
Though Sister Mary's first instinct was to kick the boy out before they were both found out, she couldn't help but allow the delicious naughtiness still lingering from her vivid fantasies to guide her. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked and sucked her juicy fingers gently, teasingly, eliciting an "oooh" from Jeremy before she put them back on her clit.
Enjoying the idea of having such an eager, excited, encouraging audience, she became even more emboldened and pushed the middle finger of her other hand inside of her tight channel. Even more desire flamed in Jeremy's Sapphire blue eyes in the dimly lit restroom, but she could see and feel it almost as though it were a tangible force nonetheless. She knew that same smoldering fire must be contained in her own dark chocolate brown eyes in equal amounts too.
Jeremy continued to watch until almost from the sheer intensity of his lust-filled, hungry gaze, Mary began to convulse in orgasm. He kept his eyes locked on hers until she quieted. Then he seamlessly and smoothly climbed over the stall wall separating the two of them, as though he scaled restroom dividers every day. He landed softly on his feet and Mary found herself all but flinging herself into the boy's arms before she pawed her fingers through their combined clothing until she found his fly and undid it.
As she'd expected, he was rock hard and ready to go as she fondled his erection inside of his boxers. As he rubbed her back and licked the rim of her ear he whispered "I wondered where you'd been in such a hurry to get to after class these last few weeks. You know, I would have gladly come and helped you sooner if I knew you had such a thing for doing it in restrooms." Mary tried to suppress her smile and subsequent shiver of delight -- neither of which she was actually able to do successfully.
This time Jeremy was a lot more prepared as he swiftly slid a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself before he pushed Mary's conservative undies to the side a little more. He braced his other hand above her head on the stall wall and guided himself into her wet, willing and waiting carnal embrace. He gripped her hip and pulled her leg up and over his hip. He kept his other hand positioned against the wall before he moved into her slowly at first as they both savored the contact. It had only been about three weeks since Sister Mary had lost her virginity, but truth be told, she'd been fiending for this intimacy like a drug addict ever since.
The sensations coursing through her combined with the masterful stroking Jeremy was using on her sensitive core, not to mention the various forbidden elements of their current interlude, pushed Sister Mary over the edge again within a matter of just a few minutes. As she bit down hard on his shoulder to keep from crying out while he continued to thrust into her through her orgasm, she imagined a stranger watching this interlude. The sheer excitement of them getting caught seemed to push them both higher and Jeremy barely stifled a groan, thoroughly enjoying the combination of pleasure and pain from their physical connections. Then he lifted her other leg and she instinctively wrapped both of her legs around his waist.
Jeremy turned to get them a little more room in the small restroom space and leveraging the increased freedom of movement, he gripped both of her hips and really pounded into her. He used her body to help him slide her on and off his dick as he moved in and out of her. Mary held on for dear life, gripping her arms around his strong muscular neck and back, wishing his uniform clothes weren't in the way.
Simultaneously, she mused silently that she couldn't believe this time was even better than the first time they'd been together. Was it the element of anticipation that had built up the excitement even more and made the ecstasy of release even sweeter now that they were together again after a brief delay?
Sister Mary didn't really have time to think on that further as the crescendo of fiery sensations was now coming to a fevered, frenzied finale. They both had their most explosively powerful orgasms jointly this time and stayed in the small stall panting for a few minutes afterwards. Jeremy continued to hold her and kiss her as they both came down from their sexual high and they simply basked in the afterglow, their two bodies still intimately connected.
