Thread: 1989 Best Year Ever (Darkangel76 &Casketslinger)

Ken seemed like he knew something. The look on his face was plain as daydreamy, far off. Okay, that was typical for the guy. But the smile tugging at the corners of his lips said it all. And if Ken Reynolds knew something that meant she had to know it too! Without hesitation, Kiki tugged on Missy's arm and made a beeline straight for the well-built jock. Putting on her best smile, she looked up into his face stood on her tiptoes. Missy just sighed next to her friend and began to examine her nails. What's going on? Kiki asked not wasting a moment. She was on a mission and not about to beat around the bush. She flicked at her blonde curls and turned to see Greg sitting there hovering over some little doodle. Missy dropped her hands down to her side and placed them on her hips. She was decked out head to toe in her cheerleader garb. The 'Sharks' had practice later that day and the squad wanted to show off their newest routine. Kiki leaned over Greg's shoulder, her curls brushing against his cheek as she took in the drawing. Immediately, her blue eyes narrowed into slits. Slowly, she stood up and smoothed out her red skirt. One of the pleats was suffering from static cling and sticking to her stark white tights. A party? Kiki asked aloud. The words caused Missy to suddenly perk up and become interested. Her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity and she let a well-manicured finger twist a strand of blonde. Party? When? Where? Her face lit up, the boredom completely gone. Kiki rolled her eyes. Where indeed. Hrm. She scanned Greg's flyer taking note that a location wasn't listed. Who's hosting? she went on to ask. Missy just stood there, excited at the prospect of a party. Lucy sat down and opened her binder, the cover riddled with scribbles of her favorite video game characters. Ugh...if only she could draw! She then took out a blank sheet of paper along with her favorite mechanical pencil with the 0.7 lead and started to write. Ms. Harper paced back and forth in front of the black board, clearly having no trouble resuming her train of thought. Lucy just shook her head and scratched out a note. Ray, Need to talk. Need you to record something big. Requires camera from AV. Can I count on you? Lucy Lucy folded the paper up into a tiny square and tucked the end in. She then casually dropped it near Ray so that he could pick it up and hopefully help her set things in motion. Her heart began pounding at the thought of having good news to tell Nate later on when he picked her up. The day had been a strange one, but she wasn't going to complain. She slid back in her chair and felt her cheeks grow warm. She had to hand it to Stevie. Sometimes the guy did have decent ideas after all. Stephanie fell forward, her hands bracing either side of the stall to prevent her from falling face first into the toilet. Damnit, you asshole, Stephanie panted. Despite the expletives, she made no move to stop Nate. Instead, she arched her back and let her body swallow his clock all the way to the hilt. That's it baby, she whimpered, her hands sliding along the walls a little. Stephanie took every thrust Nate had to offer and made no effort to be silent, her moans filling the bathroom and the hallway.