Habitat for Humanity

I am a 18 year old now in college, and my story begins when I was 17 and got my license. I was allowed to drive with a group of friends and two supervising teachers to a Habitat for Humanity Trip they had set up for the needy down in South Carolina.

On that day, we drove 4 different cars, and I drove my Dad’s minivan (not exactly glamourous) but I had 2 girls in the back and a teacher sitting in front giving me directions. We would switch every 3 hours on the 12 hour drive down from New York.

Well I got to know the teacher by talking a lot with her, she had a Master’s in forensic science, and was one of those nerdy but hot white girls. I could tell she partied, and was secretly a sex fiend or something. I didn’t let my fantasies get to me. She had glasses and was almost a whole foot shorter than my 6 foot stature.

We talked with the two Asian girls in the back. It was sort of weird me and the two girls all being Asian and the teacher was a white girl, but we were all cool and that didn’t bother us. That night we decided we would stay in the same room together. I was really excited because all three females were dresses down in their jammies, they had on the sexiest cotton pants. I could tell the teacher was wearing regular panties, but the two girls (Candice and Jenny) were both wearing some type of thong. They might have caught me starting once or twice. I could smell all three of these fine ladies from my bunk and I the feminine smells of shampoo and lotions just gave me the biggest boner ever. That night I jerked off big time!

Well the next day we worked on the house with the other people on the trip. The teacher (Ms. D) would ask if we wanted water, check to see our projects, and occasionally give us a hand. I was really sweating by noon. The dry wall was going up slowly, but I had a hard time with the two girls not being able to lift much. We took a lunch break with Ms. D who had packed us sandwiches. The girls went off to eat in the shade, and me and the teacher sat on a ramp by a church that let us use the restroom. The house we were working on didn’t have plumbing yet, so we would use the church’s. After some awkward silence Ms. D went into the church and I tried to clean myself off with garden hose, I needed to pee after and I found myself in a dark hallway of the church. I could hear feint singing in the back, and I felt pretty good walking to the bathroom in my work boots. I felt like a man!

I pushed the door open without thinking.