"Y’see, I was thinking about him all night last night. And this morning." She reached back and unclasped her bra. "All the way here, that’s all I could think about, what we did yesterday-and how soon we could do it again." The bra fell to the floor. I was mesmerized by this point. "And I was making myself hornier and hornier, just thinking about it." The skirt was unzipped. "And, so, while I was driving, I let my hand slip down…here." Her skirt fell, and she stepped out of it. She gathered up her skirt, bra, and blouse, and dropped them into the box we used for that. Then she turned back to the crowd. "I was so horny." She stuck her hand between her legs. "I spent the whole ride here thinking about him, making myself horny-and making myself oh…so… wet." Off came the panties. They were pink and frilly. She wasn’t kidding, I could see the moisture on her pussy. "So, I spent the whole ride here making myself so hot and bothered-because of Mike-that I absolutely drenched these panties." She held them up. She was right, they were soaked. Then she took them, folded them up, unzipped my bookbag, and put them in! "A souvenir, sweetie. Not a direct one, but the best indirect one I could come up with." Then she kissed me on the cheek, and disappeared into the building.
Oh my fuck.
The crowd was going apeshit. I turned back towards the school, half in a daze-with one thought on my mind. Relief. I need relief. DAMN do I need relief. And why, oh why, wasn’t she in any of my classes?
Eddie caught up to me. "That is some girl," he said admiringly.
"You got that right," I agreed.
I went to first period, and immediately requested relief. That was probably the most desperate cum of my life. If Lily had been here, I might’ve taken out one of the fluorescent lights with it. As it was, my friendly reliever got a healthy blast in the cheek. Luckily, she didn’t mind.
Unfortunately, the relief was rather temporary. Because every time I opened my bookbag, all I could smell was her. I sit next to Maggie Benson in third period, and, when I opened my bookbag, she leaned over and said, "Why does it smell like pussy in here?" When I told her, she howled. "I don’t know this girl, and already I like her."
Eddie was right. She’s some girl. It just got better and better.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN LILYI couldn’t believe I had done that!
It was impulse. I was getting all hot and bothered thinking about it driving to school, and I was rubbing myself-and the kisses we shared in the parking lot didn’t help any. So this brainstorm hit.
I hope he liked his present!
Word got around that Mikey pretty much had to ask for relief before first period. Of course he did, the poor dear. I must’ve really got him going. And the rest of the morning must have been torture-every time he opened that bookbag!
So, when I found him at lunch, I had a shit-eating grin on my face. He smiled back, came around the table, and sat next to me, instead of across from me. I was about to ask him what was up-and two fingers plunged in to my pussy. Oh FUCK. I almost elevated off the chair, and had to swallow the squeak that buckled up. He sat there, very calmly, munching on the sandwich he held with his left hand-while his right hand was furiously thrusting in and out of me.
Ohgodohgodohgod-in the middle of the cafeteria, where I couldn’t even moan. It was torture. It was delicious.
And right in the middle, Ed and Frankie came over and sat down across from us!
"Hey, kids, how’s it going?" Frankie asked us.
"Great," Mike said nonchalantly. I managed to smile and nod. At least I think I smiled.
"Nice stunt before school, Pedro," Eddie laughed.
"Th-thanks," I managed to stammer. Oh fuck, I was hovering right on the edge of one massive cum.
"Hey, are you all right?" Frankie asked. I tried to say "Fine," but, when I opened my mouth, the only thing that came out was a half-squeak/half-gasp.
"Hey, what’s going on?" Eddie asked.
"Payback," Mike grinned at them. That’s when I went. I grabbed his hand and ever-so-slightly humped myself on it. I stifled the huge roar that wanted to come out. I grit my teeth. I probably looked like I was in extreme pain. Fuck, what a cum.
I sat there panting, not trying to look like I was panting. It’s very difficult to catch your breath when you’re trying not to let anyone know that you’re out of breath. And, my torturer, my delicious, wonderful, torturer-took his juice-covered fingers and lifted them to his face. "Hey, I know that smell," he said-and then he licked them off.
I was a pile of goo. A complete pile of goo.
Then Mike said, "Hey honey, don’t you think you might want to eat something? Lunch period’s getting on, you know."
I just sighed, and shuddered. Ed and Frankie were very amused. I managed to pick at some food, but didn’t really care. After a cum like that, who needed lunch?
And do not ask me how I stood up when the bell rang. I have no idea.
Anyhow, I made it through the rest of the day. Somehow. And then, at the exit, was my wonderful guy. We had to go to the team meeting-au naturel, of course-so we just grabbed our clothes and went. Once we got away from the crowd, I said, "You cruel beast. I was having aftershocks for three periods."
"Payback, sweetheart. I’ve been smelling you all day." We grabbed hands and walked to the meeting. We got there, and grabbed a seat on a bench with Frankie and Ed.
First, we elected captains. There was no requirement that captains be seniors, except that they usually were. Unfortunately, there were very few seniors on this team. When Coach assembled his team last year, he had a whole lot of seniors-who had since graduated-and not too many juniors. He said the junior class last year was the worst he’d seen in 15 years at Westport. However, he had a lot of good sophomores, who were now juniors, who were the core of the team. The couple of seniors we did have weren’t considered leaders. So, it was with no surprise-but a great amount of delight, at least on my part-that Mike and Ed were elected the co-captains.
Then we got measured for uniforms. I wouldn’t get to wear mine right away, of course, but I would eventually. The equipment manager asked me if I had a number preference. "45," I said immediately.
"We usually don’t do numbers higher than 30," the coach said.
"Can you?" I asked. The coach looked at the equipment manager, who said. "I don’t see why not."
"Any particular reason?" The coach asked me.
"For 45? Well, of course. It’s Pedro Martinez’s number."
"That’s right, it is, isn’t it," the coach chuckled. "They told me you were from Boston." I nodded. "OK, 45 it is." Thank goodness. I had always worn 45.
Then the coach started talking about our opening day game-tomorrow, Friday. "OK, it’s Newburgh. For those who are new here, Newburgh High is the perennial conference champion. They won States two years ago, and were runners-up last year. And we haven’t beaten them in six years-and most times it hasn’t been close. I’m sure those of you who were here last year remember the 15-1 drubbing."
"So, we’re going to do something different this time. Woodard, you’re starting." I was? I AM? Number one starter? I didn’t expect that. Frankie had been 7-2 last year, and there was an impressive sophomore on the staff. They only knew what I could do from a brief tryout. I knew it, but they didn’t. And they were starting me first? I was thrilled.
For a minute. The coach went on. "Hey, we’re going to lose anyway, so we might as well waste her in this game, and we might get lucky." The team members who didn’t want any girl on the team all chuckled. "And, who knows? She’ll still be in The Program tomorrow. Might increase attendance."
Damn it. I was being used as a sacrificial lamb. Mike was furious, I could see, but fuck it. If that’s what the skipper thought he was doing, he was in for a rude awakening-I didn’t care how good this team was.