Eventually she started writing on the board, and before I could signal a "coast is clear" to Cheryl, I found her hand groping my crotch; she seemed a lot braver than I had been with her. She kneaded and fondled the general vicinity of my penis which quickly sprang into erect mode, growing to its full length. Cheryl must've noticed it doing so before I did, because she quickly grabbed it and started to play with it. Just then the teacher began to turn back to the class, so we returned to our hard-at-work poses.

When next we had some privacy I fended off Cheryl's hand, instead putting mine on her legs, and immediately travelling up to her hips, and across to her crotch, where I got straight down to stroking her vagina through the material of her trousers. I noticed that she was reclining a bit more now, and that her eyes were closed - now, cheryl has a habit of falling asleep in sociology, we all do; but she seems the only one not to try and be sly about it. Unfortunately, this frequently draws the attention of the teacher. I carried on stroking her, and she started making noises; the stereo-typical moans of pleasure. Not loudly, but just enough so as to make me worried that she would get loud enough to warrant the teacher's attention if I continued stroking her. As such, I stopped stroking her crotch, and instead I returned my hand to my own lap, where I slowly undid my zipper, nudging cheryl to get her attention.

After a bit of indecision on her part, she slid her hand inside my jeans, and undid the buttons on the front of my boxers. Finally getting some one-on-one attention, dicky boy sprang up into the gap and into Cheryl's hand. My dick was by now sticking right up out of my trousers, with Cheryl's hand firmly about my shaft, moving slowly up and down.

At this point I decided it would be a good idea to stop, as things could get extremely difficult if the teacher turned around in the next few seconds to the sight of Cheryl holding my dick.

I must have been psychic - the very second I finished doing up my fly and returning my hands to the keyboard of my laptop, she spun on her heel and dismissed the class; I couldn't believe the class had gone by so quickly.

Pt III coming soon, which includes the addition of another classmate, one who DID notice Cheryl grabbing my crotch.

"Crafty move, Britney; not crafty enough though" I thought to myself as she drove past. So as not to raise suspicion I waited until she was almost out of sight before turning my lights on and following her. The big block V8 under my hood made catching up with her easy, and I proceeded to follow her. Whenever she took a left, I would rush to the next intersection, take that left and circle around the block. Whilst this made my following her harder than it needed to be, it also reduced the chance that Britney would get suspicious of me. In hindsight, using a muscle car wasn't the best of ideas - it stuck out a mile!

Eventually we reached the countryside, and I waited until we were on a straight, open road, with no other traffic in sight. As soon as it got quiet, I shifted down a gear and floored the accelerator. The sudden acceleration flung me back in my seat, and the Chevelle rocketed forward. The sudden roar of the V8 seemed to have startled Britney, because her car had swerved over to the shoulder and was braking hard. I sent my car into a spin, ending up a few metres further down the shoulder, but with my left-headlight the only casualty. As Britney exited her car and started calling to me to see if was okay, I pulled on my balaclava and grabbed the Desert Eagle under my seat. As soon as I could see her facial features clearly, I flung my door open, stood up and pointed the Eagle at her. Because she had kept on walking toward me as I got out of the car, when I raised th gun it came up within inches of her face. For a split second she didn't register what was in my hand, and that was all it took. In the half-second it took her to realise what was happening, I had my arm around her neck and my gun to her head.

"Alright, bitch! I know who you are and I also know that you will be coming quietly!"
"Wha? Who are you?"
"Do you really think i'm dumb enought to tell you that?"
"Er... I, um.."
"Oh, and if you were thinking of calling for help, don't. I really don't want to get your blood on my car"
Horror filled her eyes as she realised she was trapped.
"Now, I want you to put your head on the hood with your hands behind your back. Kicking me in the crotch would also result in a very dead blonde"
"O-o-o-kay, mister, but you know you'll never get away with this!"
"Oh but I will, Bitchney"

She laid her head on the hood of my car, with her hands behind her back, which I proceeded to handcuff together. I then picked her up and put her in the boot of my car - gagged, of course.

End of Chapter 1, Chapter 2 is up to the reviewers! If you want Jed to get caught, put it in your review, if you want him to get away to a secluded ranch, put that in, or if you can think of something better than that, put that instead!