"Ummmmm, yes, I'm crazy – crazy about you, Mr. Vickers."
I held up my skirt in one hand. My white lace panties were rolled to the middle of my thighs. I touched his shoulder.
"Cover yourself immediately, young lady!" "Shhhhhhhhh! Not so loud, Mr. Vickers! What if someone should hear you?!"
In our small school, the assistant vice-principal didn't rate his own private secretary-receptionist – only the principal, Mr. Wainwright, did.
Which was good for me, since it meant that there wouldn't be any snoops outside the door, peeping through the keyhole.
Mr. Vickers is old enough to be my father – older. He's about a head taller than me, and must weight close to a hundred pounds more than me.
But when he started to get up, all I had to do was put one hand on his shoulder and say, "Please don't get up. I wouldn't want to scream."
I grinned. "This might be a little hard for you to explain, especially if I started yelling and hollering that you were trying to rape me."
His face got hard. "So that's what you're up to, eh?"
"Mr. Vickers, please let me finish! You're getting everything all mixed up, so please listen to me before you jump to conclusions!"
I undid the catch at the side of my skirt and it fell off my hips.
"Oh my God!" Mr. Vickers moaned – but not loudly.
I unbuttoned the front of my blouse. Mr. Vickers reached out, like he was trying to stop me, but he stopped before he put his hands on me.
I guess he realized that he would have to put his hands on a real live and mostly naked girl. That worried him.
He stopped mid-way when he reached for me, and pulled his hands back like he had scalded them on a hot stove.
In the time that it takes to tell it, I took off my blouse and let it fall on his desk. And like I said, I wore no bra.
My tits are high and firm with fat dark pink nipples and little neat round aureoles surrounding the stiff points.
My panties were down to the middle of my thighs, so I just closed my legs and the panties slid right down to my feet.
"I'm a bad girl, Mr. Vickers. You know that. You should really know that, since you saw me with that boy yesterday."
He sure had, and that was why I had come to his office first thing this morning.
It happened yesterday, after school. I stayed late, since I had cheering squad practice in the girl's gym – we had a workout scheduled.
The workout I had in Jeff Grange's car after practice was much better. And I sure didn't need any practice at what I did with him.
Jeff's a neat guy, a senior, real cute and good at sports. He's got dark wavy hair which falls in a swirl over his forehead and warm brown eyes.
And a great body, with the cutest little ass, and a real big cock.
See, it's not all money with me, the way it was with one or two of the other girls working in Beverly's squad of high school hookers.
I'm a sex freak. Well, what's wrong with that? I figure it's a lot healthier than if I was into booze, or drugs, or gambling.
Sex is my drug – I get high off it. I love it. And getting paid for it, well, that was the frosting on the cake when I worked for Beverly.
And I met some real beautiful people, too. Men, and women. But I'll tell you about that part of it later.
With Jeff, it was different – it was strictly for kicks. Like the rest of the kinds in school, he hardly had two nickels to knock together. It's only the adults, the married guys with good jobs and soft bellies and big round butts from sitting all day behind a desk, that have the real money – the real "dough", as Tina likes to call cash.
And we girls sure saw a lot of it when we worked for and with Beverly.
But Jeff, like I said, was for kicks. He waited for me to finish practice.
At practice, I worked real hard and I got my cheering outfit all sweaty and soaked. I put it in my gym bag to take home so I could wash it.
I was dressed in a blouse and blue jeans and sneakers when I left the school building at five that afternoon.
I took the side door which opened back on the parking lot. There was only a few cars in the lot, since even all of the teachers had gone home.
Jeff's car was there. He tapped the horn when he saw me coming.
He has a cute little car with an engine that he and his older brother rebuilt. The car was in the corner of the lot.
It was getting dark, even though it was spring, since we hadn't reached daylight savings time yet.
I got into the car. Jeff slid out from behind the wheel, hugged me, then kissed me. We kissed with our mouths open.
He put his tongue in my mouth and rubbed it. I rubbed back. He put his hand on my tits and rubbed them through the blouse.
I was braless then, too. Ms. Tine, the girls' gym teacher and the coach of the cheering squad, is always after me to wear a bra.
My nipples got hard and stood out against the blouse. Jeff kept on kissing me and he opened the top of my blouse and slipped his hand in.
He put his hand on my bare tits and rubbed them. He touched the stiff nipples.
My pussy tingled. It got all warm and wet. I didn't stop kissing him when I put my hand in his lap. He wore jeans, too. I put my hand on his thing and played with it.
It was long and thick. It got hard when I squeezed it. Jeff moaned.
It was so big and hard that it looked like it would pop out of his pants. His jeans were tight, so getting hard like that must have been uncomfortable.
Well, I would make him feel better…
He took his hand out of my blouse, off my tits. The blouse was open to my waist and my tits bobbed out of the folds of the fabric.
Jeff reached for his car keys, to turn on the ignition. I took hold of his hand and pulled it away.
"Stop," I said, "what are you doing?"
"I'm gonna drive to some place that's nice and quiet – and private."
"What's wrong with this place?" "Huh?"
"Look, there's nobody in sight. No cars drive through here like they would on a street. There's no police to come around and hassle, the way they would if we were in a park or some place like that," I said.
Then I put my hand back on his lap, on his stiff cock, and rubbed real hard.
"Besides," I said, "I don't know about you, but I can't wait that long!"
I squeezed his cock. He put his head down on my tits and kissed them. He took a nipple in his mouth and nibbled it.
That was nice. I tried to open his pants but it was kind of hard from the angle where I sat. So I squirmed some, moving around.
He was feeling for my pants, but I was working for Beverly later that night, and I had already showered after practice and didn't want to get fucked.
"Let me do you," I said. "If I can just get these fucking pants open…"
I popped open the snap and pulled down his ripper.
His big stiff thing bulged in his shorts. He wore those tight white cotton undershorts with the crotch of them all stretched out of shape. I pulled down the shorts and his stiff cock popped up. It jiggled and bobbed back and forth. It was big and thick and red, with blue veins.
I put my head in his lap. My ponytail fell down over my shoulder, across his cock, and it made him jump.
"Hey – Debbie Sue – hey, what are you doin'?!"
"Just you leave everything to me, big boy," I said.
I took hold of his cock like I owned it and I held it up. It was all hot and throbbing. I kissed the head of it.
I smooched the cock head. Then I ran the tip of my tongue over it, rubbing real fast and whippy, working out.
"Jesus Christ!" Jeff muttered, then he moaned and stopped muttering.
I took his cock head in my mouth and sucked on it. It was good, thick, hot.
Jeff was nervous at first. He sat up in the seat, looking around all over the parking lot to see if anybody was coming.
Which was smart of him, actually…
But right then, the only one who would be coming was Jeff, I thought.