Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
That gets her attention.
“Of course,” placates my friend with a pitying smile. “It’ll be fine. Tons of people are going stag. You just have to find the right crowd to hang around, and you’ll have a ball. Look for me in the auditorium when you get there. You know you can always hang out with me and Homer.”
I smile gratefully, except that I know she’s just being kind. Mindy wants to get down and dirty with her boyfriend tonight. They don’t really want me hanging around like an unwanted third wheel. I would just ruin everything for them. So I hem and haw until she leaves. Then I decide to do something wicked to make myself feel better.
I know … I hardly give off the impression that I’m naughty. Really, I’m a good girl who goes to class and does her homework – not the type of person you’d pick out for some dirty no-no. But I’m dreading the dance so much that I settle on a little something to help me through the night.
I roll the ‘little something’ – a kumquat – around with my fingers, feeling the smooth, olive-sized orb. The skin is an almost fluorescent shade of orange. Oh my god, says the voice in my head. Are you really going to be that dirty, girl?
I nod resolutely. I’d picked the kumquat from the tree outside the biology classroom; it’s my little savior. This dance is going to be no fun, and I need a filthy secret, a little something to keep me going. So I pull down my panties, edging the lace over my hips, and squat a bit, opening up my pussy. Taking the little fruit in hand, I slip it over my pussy lips, warming it up and letting the smooth orb massage my private place. Fortunately, I’m already wet because my pussy is generous with the cream.
I take a deep breath and squat a little more, bending at the knees. Gripping the fruit between two fingers, I slowly push it into my hole. It feels so good, I let out a breathy gasp. I’m a virgin, so I’m really tight down there, but the kumquat is small, and I’m able to slide it in without too much effort.
Bending over, I look down. Oh yeah, it looks unreal. The kumquat is right at my opening, and you can see a bit of orange peeping out from between my naked pussy lips. To make sure it will stay in through the dancing, I push it in a bit further so that my labia closes around the fruit comfortably. It’s the perfect pink prison – pristine and precious. Nothing looks out of place.
Straightening, I smile a secret smile and wiggle my ass a little. The orb inside rolls sensuously, making me gasp involuntarily as shivers run from my cunt and spread through my lower pelvic area. Oh my god, am I really ready to get down with this little toy in my pussy? Am I really going to go to a school event with a piece of fruit buried in my insides?
But it feels good, and smiling that wicked smile again, I shake my hips once more for effect. Oh god, that’s amazing. I can hardly keep from moaning aloud. My eyes fall closed as the toy rolls within my internal channel, massaging my wet cunt. Oh wow … this is going to be the best school dance ever.
CHAPTER TWO
Stone
I round the corner, coming to a deserted hallway. Looking around to make sure I’m alone, I shake a cigarette out of the pack and furtively light up before taking a deep, satisfying drag. I make sure to exhale out an open window even though there’s no one around.
My shoulders slump because it fucking sucks being here on a Saturday night. All of the teachers at Spencer Prep are expected to put in some “service” in addition to our teaching duties, and mine is chaperoning this lame teenage dance. I can hear the thump of music coming from the auditorium. It’s some dude chanting about hos and gangstas. Not exactly my taste, although judging from the screaming teens, someone definitely likes it.
Come to think of it, the rhythm is kind of catchy, even if the lyrics are ridiculous. The squeals of various girls ring out as they twist against their teenage boyfriends, gyrating and humping on the dance floor. I shrug. Hey, this is a high school function and a safe place to grind in front of the eyes of guidance counselors, teachers, and our vice principal. Besides, I just want some peace for my nicotine fix. The kids can get nasty all they want, as long as they leave me alone.
Strolling quietly, I wander farther down the hall into a dimly lit area and gaze moodily out of a window. Spencer Prep is a fancy high school in Manhattan. It’s a place where parents pay forty thousand dollars to send their kids to take classes like Modern European Civilizations, AP Geometry, and Conversational Mandarin. Meanwhile, I’m just a plain old biology teacher. Not even AP, just regular. How I got hired, I have no idea, except that there are some kids here who definitely need a steady hand. These kids are left alone way too much, with far too many resources at their fingertips and not a single adult on the horizon.