"Sweet as any angel-or devil."
"Yeah. Boy, if the heat comes, we'll be doing time until next century."
"Worry you?"
"No, dammit. It excites me. And if it does that to me, old cool-as-an-icecube me, what'll it do to all the other studs at the dance? Christ, they'll be lining up to gang bang you."
The thought echoed through her head. To be gang banged was something which both fascinated and repelled her. To have all those guys wanting her, wanting to fuck her, was a turn-on. She could dig it.
But she was selective. She'd want to pick which ones. It didn't matter how many wanted her-or how many of them she wanted-but the idea she could do the choosing was important.
"Good. I hoped it would get you just a teeny bit hot for me. Just wait till you see me dancing!"
She gave a provocative wiggle of her hips that set Sid's heart to hammering.
Her tits loosely swayed back and forth and the action of her ass was enough to make him want to rip the cloth off and get right to her snatch. His cock was already hurting him.
But that could wait. He saw what a power trip it would be for him to show up at the dance with a chick looking this foxy.
He'd be the envy of half the school-the male half.
All the way to the dance, Laurie kept brushing her hand over his crotch, running the zipper of his fly up and down the track. Once, she'd even gone down and mouthed his prick.
Not for long, but enough to almost make him lose control of the car. Her wet mouth felt so good on his hot cock, he wished she'd go on and suck him off. The release would keep him from embarrassing himself later on.
As if anyone would notice Their eyes would all be on Laurie and her scandalous outfit. He could just sit back and gloat the entire evening.
Gloat and wish he could fuck the hell out of her.
Laurie secretly exulted in the silent youth's actions. She knew how hot he was for her. If Sid was this way, the other guys in the school would be stepping all over their tongues as they followed her around. She'd show them virtually everything.
At the dance, it was just as she'd expected. The music didn't stop because it was being furnished by a disco setup and there was a DJ running the stereo. But she thought it might have skipped a couple tracks as the DJ looked up, saw her, and hit the tone arm of the record player.
The, other guys were just as quiet as could be. Then the undercurrents of gossip started.
Laurie could imagine what they were all saying. And Sid, gripping her arm, seemed as much excited by the prospect as she was. That made it nicer, sharing her moment of triumph over all these dull people.
When she started dancing with Sid, she knew every eye in the place was on her.
Her ass twitched and wiggled and snapped back and forth to the record playing,
"Can't Get No Nookie" by the Masked Marauders.
Sid, his eyes on her dancing boobs, shouted over the too-loud music, "Where'd they ever get that batch of songs? Damned raunchy music. And I love it!"
Laurie didn't answer. She continued wiggling, making sure every muscle in her lithe body was given a workout.
The way her fits bounced and danced around was enough to give every stud's cock a workout, too. Her jugs traced Out invisible figure-eight patterns in front of her. And the way they seemed to sway was enough to give the bronze •statute of Walter Williams, after whom the school had been named, a hard-on, too.
She loved the attention she was getting.
The music stopped and the DJ, Smilin' Vic, one of the local radio celebrities, announced, "Next up is 'She's As Beautiful As A Foot' by the Blue Oyster Cult.
A dance contest, gang. The best gets a new album! Hot shirt, hit it, Cult!"
The raucous strains filled the gymnasium. Most of the couples didn't have their hearts in it-because their eyes were on Laurie.
When the winner was announced, it was no miracle she was presented with the album. No one had been watching to see if anyone else was doing anything at all.
The studs began lining up then, their courage as high as their cocks, to ask her to dance. Sid smiled and motioned her to dance with any of them she liked.
He could get off just watching her.
He unstrapped his camera and began taking pictures of her almost having a tit flop out here or a hint of snatch being exposed there. He knew he'd have some prime pictures for his collection by the end of the evening. One of the unsuccessful ones came up to Sid and asked, "Aren't you pissed off that she's dancing with all those other guys? I mean, if she were my chick…"
Sid looked him in the eye and said, "I don't care if she dances with them all night. For, my good man, when we leave, I get her. And I don't mean just dancing, either. So, let her get good and hot. I'll be more than happy to stoke her fires after the dance."
The guy started to say something, then snapped his mouth shut. He knew he was beaten. He joined the rest of the stags hanging around the spiked punch.
Laurie came over, flushed and happy. She smiled, reached up and gripped each of Sid's ears and pulled him down to give him a deep, lingering kiss. He felt her tongue stroking over his lips, then plunged deep into his mouth. Their tongues dueled for a moment, then she broke away.
"Let's split, Sid. I've worked up enough appetite, I guess."
He put his camera away and said, "Yeah. So have I, just watching you, so have
I!"
"That's the idea, lover. I like 'em to be ready and willing."
"Laurie, with you, I'll always be ready and willing. And right now, I'm hard and dry."
"Hmm, poor baby. I know just the place to put it so it'll stay hard and get all wet and warm. How's that sound?"
"Dynamite. Where to?"
"The parking lot"
Sid laughed. "You do have some screwy ideas. But I said I was ready and willing. So if fucking in the parking is your idea of a turn-on, let's go find my car and get it on."
In the parking lot, Sid started to open the door. Laurie's hand clamped down on his wrist.
"What is it?"
"Not inside, Sid. Not in the car," she said, a wicked gleam in her emerald green eyes.
"So where do you want to do it? On the roof?"
"Why not?"
"Aw, come off it. On the friggin' roof of the… my god, you're not joking, are you?"
She smiled evilly and jumped up onto the hood of his car. It was an old model with a fancy hood ornament in the shape of a rocket. She spread her legs and swiftly lowered her body over the tip of the cold chrome.
"Don't let me stay alone. Please! This thing is cold!"
Sid shivered-and it wasn't from the cold. He had something which was hot, which would take away all the coldness lurking in her tiny little manhole. And he wasn't going to pass up this chance. It seemed kinky to him, fucking on top of a car, but if that's what this sexy chick wanted, he'd deliver.
He climbed up alongside the girl and pulled her away from the hood ornament. He told her, "You make a hell of a nice hood decoration but I've got better uses for you."
His hands began pulling up her short skirt. He didn't have far to go to uncover her bare snatch. Probing fingers found she was already wet and ready for his cock.
"I hope you have better uses for me than sitting on top of this old car. I'd much rather sit on top of your old prick!"
Her eager fingers had already unzipped his jeans. His cock leaped out to greet her. She licked her lips slowly at the sight of his huge prick. To have it surging all the way up her cunt was all she could think about. The sight of-the fierce red tool wiped all other thoughts' from her mind.
Not so with Sid. He had himself an armful of wanton, willing sex maniac and was going to get his rocks off-all the way. No holding back, no halfway stuff, he was going to fuck the hell out of her.