Breathing hard, she opened her eyes to see his hand cupping a bulge in his jeans. She grinned, wondering if there was time… but then she saw her mother hurrying across the parking lot in her business suit and heels, carrying dry cleaning bags over her shoulder.
Lindsey gave the man a wink, pulling her top back up and adjusting her shorts, putting her feet back on the floor. He was still staring at her as she licked her fingers clean.
“Hi, Mom,” she said when the driver's side door opened. She heard her mother say something to the man but couldn't quite hear it. “What was that all about?”
“Didn't you see that man staring at you?” Her mother frowned, holding her hand out for the keys. Lindsey dug through her purse for them, glancing out the window to see the man pulling quickly away.
“No,” Lindsey replied innocently, handing her mother the keys. “Was he?”
“You young girls.” Her mother sighed, starting the car. “So unaware… ”
Lindsey hid her smile, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. She couldn't help wiggling a little against the seat, and knew there might even be a wet spot there on her stepfather's BMW upholstery.
“Did they find his blazer?” Lindsey didn’t open her eyes.
“Yes,” her mother replied. “Finally! Thank goodness, because you know how your father gets. It was that young kid who finally found it. I gave him a little extra tip.”
“You too?” Lindsey murmured, still smiling.
She felt her mother's silence and Lindsey quickly covered, opening her eyes and saying, “He's not my father. I wish you would quit saying that.”
“Oh Lindsey.” Her mother sighed. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”
“Gee, Mom, I don't know… ” Lindsey frowned, glaring out the window. “Maybe I was just born that way.”
Chapter Three
She changed in the bathroom at school. She kept her blouse on, but she unbuttoned the top and bottom three buttons, leaving only the middle two fastened and tying the shirt tails up high around her ribs. Her denim shorts got shoved into her purse and the white satin ones went on over her bare bottom. She snapped the elastic band and turned to look at herself over her shoulder in the full length mirror with a satisfied grin. That should do it. When she bent forward, the shorts rode up between her thighs, exposing the swell of her behind quite nicely. That should do for at least a three-day vacation!
Her eyes bright, Lindsey put her hands on her knees, bit her lip, and looked back over her shoulder, whispering, “I've been a very bad girl!” to the mirror. Then she grinned and slapped her own ass hard enough to leave a red handprint before grabbing her purse and heading to her first hour class. The halls were practically empty, since the first bell had already rung, and her clogs made a clatter on the tile floor as she hustled around the corner.
She had English first hour and had no doubt about the reaction she was going to get wearing her shorts or the lecture that would ensue about the school's dress code. Grinning in anticipation, Lindsey tugged her shorts up a little higher between her legs, feeling the hot pulse beating there already. The computer lab was just a few doors away from her first hour, a few of the screens still on, glowing blue in the darkened room and Lindsey slowed to peer inside.
Computers was the only class she had ever cared about or earned an “A” in. She knew Mr. Ryan had a prep period this hour, but she turned on the light and called his name anyway. No one answered. She stared at one of the screens for a moment, considering, and then shut the light off again, slipping into the room and closing the door.
She had quickly learned how to bypass the school's Internet security. It was a simple parental control device, easily diverted with a few backdoor tricks. Lindsey's fingers paused on the keyboard at the image search engine, and then typed: “hot fuck.” Twenty full-color thumbnail images popped up, most of them depicting a wet cunt getting good and fucked with a nice, thick cock. She felt her own pussy beginning to throb as she scanned through the photos.
Ohhhh, there's one-a wet, shaved pussy with a nice hard cock pressing against the round center of her ass. Lindsey squirmed in her seat, clicking the picture to enlarge it. God, that's a nice cock! She wiggled in her seat, feeling the heat between her thighs increasing as she clicked on the “video” search option. Pictures were nice, but live action? Oh, so much better…
“Yes!” she whispered, leaning forward to get a better view of the action. His cock was incredible-big and thick, with a fat, ridged head. She licked her lips, watching as the spongy head pressed against the tight ring of the girl's asshole. The blonde's hands were holding her cheeks open for him. Searching for the sound, Lindsey found the dial and turned it up, hearing the blonde moan, “Ohhhh god, wait! It's too big-I can't take it!”
“Yes you can…” Lindsey encouraged the girl on the screen, slipping her hand down under her shorts. Her pussy was already wet and swollen in anticipation, and she parted her lips, rubbing her little clit with one finger as she watched the blonde try to take more of the cock in her ass.
“Please, god, I can't!” The blonde on the screen moaned, but she lifted her ass in the air and spread wider as he thrust forward, the head of his cock slipping into her tight hole. Lindsey moaned, her finger moving faster, and then the clip ended.
“Damn!” Using her left hand, she pointed the mouse to the next “free clip” and clicked. She tickled her clit with her finger as she waited for it to download. Biting her lip, she slipped her hand under her blouse, tweaking her nipple with a shiver as the movie clip started to play. The blonde was really getting pounded in this one, moaning loudly into the bed.
“Oh yeah!” Lindsey rubbed faster, watching through half-closed eyed. “Fuck that ass…” She had a sudden urge to be filled, and slipped her fingers down, plunging them into her wetness. Nowhere near as good as a cock, but it still felt good. Fingering herself faster, she strummed her clit with her thumb, spreading her legs wide in the chair.
“Ooo yeah, come in my ass!” The blonde moaned and Lindsey moaned, too, feeling her own asshole twitch at the thought. She worked her pussy harder, her breath a fast pant. God, she wanted to come so bad…
“Lindsey!”
Mr. Ryan flipped on the light switch, standing wide-eyed in the doorway. She sighed, slipping her fingers out of her pussy. Mr. Ryan's mouth worked, but no sound came out. His face turned another shade of red when she slid her hand out of her shorts. With a small smile, she licked her fingers, waiting for him to say something.
“Lindsey…” He cleared his throat, running a hand through his dark hair. “I think you'd better go to the principal's office.”
“I thought you'd never ask.” She grabbed her backpack and followed him down the hall. The principal's office was nearly empty and Lindsey sat across from a dark-skinned black man who looked like he was on his way to a parade. His white uniform practically glowed next to the darkness of his skin.
“Wait here!” Mr. Ryan directed her with a frown, knocking on Mr. Miller's door.
“I'm not going anywhere.” Lindsey shrugged, pulling her knees up to chest and resting her chin on them. She glanced over at the guy sitting across from her and noticed him looking at her. Smiling, she slid her legs back down, slipping down in the chair and letting her legs fall open a little. She saw his eyebrows go up, and he lifted his gaze to her face.
“You're a very pretty girl.”
She shrugged. “Yeah? So?”
He adjusted his white hat, still meeting her eyes. “So you don't have to do that to get attention.”
Lindsey frowned, snapping her legs together and sitting straight up. “Do what?”
“You know what.”
“What are you all dressed up for-a parade or something?” Lindsey squinted at him and saw he was wearing a name tag: Lieutenant Zachary Davis.