Thread: Meeting Mara (aouser66 / Madam Mim)

Really? Oh my God, thank you so much Mr. S! Mara smiled in relief and slid into the passenger's seat. She set her bookbag on the floorboard between her feet, forcing her knees apart just enough to be tantalizing. Her skirt rode up enough to make flesh visible between the tops of her stockings and the hem of her skirt, and the cold caused her hard nipples to press against the wet, translucent fabric of her shirt as her chest heaved while she tried to warm up. I really appreciate this, she said with a smile as he pulled away from the bus stop. Turn left up here. They rode in silence for a while, Mara only breaking it to give him a direction, but finally she breeched the topic that had thus far gone unspoken between them. Mr. Steele, she said eventually as they sat in rush hour traffic. About earlier this week...what you saw... She bit her lip alluringly and turned her wide eyes toward him, the picture of seductive innocence. Johnny and me...we used to go out. But then we broke up and he had some um... compromising pictures of me. I wanted them back, but he said if I didn't do that, that stuff you saw, he'd make copies and pass them around school. I was just trying to get them back, honest. Mara favored him with a nervous smile. Thanks for not reporting me. Oh, turn left up here. Obviously none of that was true, but there were some men who had hang-ups about what they called 'sluts.' Others more were seduced by an appearance of innocence, at least until they wanted to get naughty. Mara was reassuring him of both while taking him the long way to her house. The left she had just told him to take went over a bumpy road nearly ruined by frost heaves. As they drove along her breasts bounced enticingly, the brave remaining buttons over her chest hanging on for dear life. 'Coincidentally,' her knees fell open as well, leaving only a couple of inches of skirt covering that which she knew he wanted. Finally they arrived at her house, a two-story colonial affair, and she hit her forehead as though just remembering something. Crap! she hissed. I forgot my key! That was a lie, too it was in her backpack with her bra. Wait here? she asked, not giving him much of a choice as she slipped out of the car, running to the front door and leaving her backpack on the floor of the vehicle. She bent over as though looking for a spare key under the doormat, knowing that her skirt would creep up enough to just reveal the edge of her panties, before straightening and jogging around to the back of the house. At the back door she could hear her stepfather, Ray, puttering around the kitchen. There had been a spare under the mat and there was another in a flower pot on the back porch, but Mr. Steele didn't know that. Instead of walking in Mara instead took the opportunity to snip off her third button with a pair of garden shears, leaving it on the cement as though it had fallen off. When she returned to the front of the house there was only one brave little button keeping her shirt from falling completely open around her chest, straining against the bounce of her breasts as she jogged back to the car and slid back in. My mom won't be home for a couple hours, she said, breathing heavily from the cold and the jog, and Ray--erm, my stepdad--probably left about an hour ago for his night shift at the hospital. Both the spares are gone. Mara turned in her seat, twisting a wet lock of hair around her finger and turning her wide, innocent gaze toward her teacher. Could you um, drop me at a gas station or something? I think I've got some change, I can call my mom to see when she'll be home.