"We came in my car." "Where's ya car, then?" Jamie pointed. "In the car park at this end of the mall." "Well let's go. By the way I'm Karen; what's ya names?" she asked as they turned to walk towards the car-park. "I'm Jamie, and this is Chantelle." "How long have you two been dating?" "We first explored each other about two months ago, but it wasn't really a date." Jamie answered. "Jamie!" Chantelle protested. "What's wrong girlie; you certainly seem to enjoy it when he explored you on the train." "Um." When they arrived at the car, Jamie unlocked it. "You can kiss her clit while she is standin', or while she's lyin' down. Lyin' down is much easier for both of you, so lay on the back seat girlie," the woman told Chantelle. "Now bend ya knees up and spread ya legs a little." "Ladie, you should start by kissin' her inner thigh, and then work ya way up to her groin and pubic mound." Jamie did as instructed. "You would both find that much nicer if she was completely hairless, ya know; look at mine." The woman lifted her dress to show Chantelle that she had no panty on and was completely bald like a ten year old girl. "Feel how smooth it is, ladie." She prompted Jamie. Jamie turned and felt her mound and down between her legs. "It really is smooth and soft." "Girlie, if you want him to remain faithful, I suggest you shave or use a wax treatment on more than just ya bikini line." "Oh, alright."
hard-on I've ever had..." "So, what happened next?" "Nothing, bugger it; but I'm on a promise." "No wonder you can't concentrate on anything else today; lucky bastard!" Just then Michael joined the conversation. "Sounds like you've found the right girl to invite to the prom." "But she doesn't go to this school." Andy immediately pointed out. "Yeah, but there aren't enough girls in our year; so, I'm sure you can get permission, if you ask." "You mean I have to ask the deputy head, Mrs Markely?" "Yeah, just don't take Jamie with you when you do; he's not too popular with her." It was like that all day at school. All Andy could think about was Aunt Lorrie. Either way, he arrived home from school with a broad smile. His A/V teacher, Mr Garett had given him a glowing written reference which he intended to use as part of his application for a scholarship to University. During dinner that night Lorraine sat opposite Andy and again extended her right leg so that her foot pressed against the crotch of his pants. She could not tell if he had an erection or not, because of the thickness of his pants and underwear. She was pleased however when he stretched his leg toward her and pointed his toes into her pussy. She was not wearing any panty under her short skirt. Andy wiggled his ankle so that his toes moved up and down her slit. She looked across at Andy, smiled and winked. Then she mouthed the words, 'Thank you.' The sensations emanating from her pussy made it hard for her to concentrate on her meal, but she managed somehow. Later, Arleen purposely let her napkin fall to the floor, so she could look under the table at the other two. She saw that they were at it again. She began to think what she might do about it. Andy toes were soon spreading Lorraine's love juices from her leaking cunt up to her clitoris.
So as soon as the lunch bell rang, Veronica went straight to the athletic building where Mr Richards' office was next to the boy's change room. She knocked. "Come in," was the immediate reply. When she entered, she was surprised that there was another girl already there. She was seated in one of the two chairs that were against the wall on the left of the office. Above her there was a wall clock. Mr Richards was seated behind his desk to the right. A desk top computer was on the nearest end of his desk, with some papers half covering the keyboard. There was also a chair at the far end of the room with a red filing cabinet beside it in the right corner. There were a few trophies on the filing cabinet. In the left corner was a rubber tree in a large pot. Jason introduced them, "Good afternoon Miss Wilson, this is Aimee Wong. She is a science/mathematics senior." Then to Aimee, "Miss Wong this is Veronica Wilson; she is the head cheerleader." They shook hands. "Please sit down Miss Wilson." Once she was seated, he continued, "You are both here because of your actions on Monday. Since then Mrs Markely, the deputy head, has been trying to find a way to punish you. Yesterday she remembered that all of the cheerleaders had signed a 'Cheerleader's Position Description' which included a Code of Conduct clause. Do you remember it Miss Wilson?" "Err, I remember the Position Description, Sir." "But I'm not a cheerleader," Aimee interjected. "Ah, but that is your good fortune Miss Wong; because Mrs Markely has decided to offer you a position as a cheerleader so that you will be forced to behave yourself in future." Aimee smiled at the prospect. Jason continued, "I have seen your attempt at the cheerleader routine that you posted on the internet; and I think with some practice you should be able to make the grade. There is just one problem however." "Sir?" Aimee inquired. "Yes. Your jet black hair makes it really obvious that you don't shave the hairs on your legs." Aimee looked down at her legs and screwed her face. She spends most of her time studying and as such had never seen hairy legs as an issue. "You shave your legs, don't you Miss Wilson?"