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Missy sat in class thinking of how Jeffery had acted and what he had done. She absolutely couldn’t believe he had cum by just touching her. He made her so angry! She wanted to slap him, right in the face! Stand in front of him like a drill sergeant and scream at him like she had heard her father do to his men. The thoughts of Jeffery cowering and pouting while she screamed at him made her face burn. Her fingers crept closer to her crotch. Heat burned there between her legs. She could feel the lips of her pussy tingle. Missy looked around the room but all the students were heads down in their books. Mrs. Benson had that effect on the class. She liked Mrs. Benson. Missy allowed herself just a touch right above her swollen clit. No one saw. She moved her finger slightly down to where she could feel her clit pressing against the fabric of her pants. She let her finger rest there. Pushed in and her clit responded. Released and felt the flush of warmth rush over her entire body. Missy looked around the class again. The blond kid looked up and around and spied her. Her hand jumped away from her crotch. He smiled. Did he see anything? Shit. She shouldn’t be doing this in class. Missy scowled at him and his smile faded in confusion.With both hands back on the table she thought of keeping Jeffery locked in her room like a prisoner. Just like her father had talked about in Vietnam. She could build a bamboo cage and lock him up. Make him sit in a small chair naked while she walked around him and hit him with a cane. She could just see him blubbering for release and this made her happy. GOD! What was wrong with her? Her body burned with the absolute NEED to have sex. Her pussy was already wet and probably leaving a dark spot between her legs. Shit, should have worn jeans. She closed her legs but this only put more pressure on the sensitive swollen lips of her pussy. She felt them slip around inside her panties. She was soaked! God, God, God! Ok, ok, just stop thinking about this. Think about dead puppies.The need for orgasm still clawed at her body. Her hand moved down again and she shoved it between her legs. She leaned over her book to make it look like she was just keeping to herself. Never mind me. Just thinking thoughts about torture and getting really, really excited! Her finger moved over her clit in slow and non-obvious circles. Her puckered labia begged her fingers to sink down in their warm, moist embrace. Come inside and play. Oh god, now she was talking for her pussy! First you get horny over tying up Jeffery, JEFFERY of all people and now you’re talking for your cunt. Missy, my girl, Şerifali Escort you have got to get a hold on yourself, she thought. Missy pressed a finger down into the sweet little depths of her soaking wet pussy. She had been right. Her tight dancer’s bottoms were soaked. She would need to change but right…after…Oh god! She could feel the orgasm closer. This wouldn’t be a little one. Oh no, this one would soak the room. She had to stop!Missy looked up and saw Paula staring right at her. Paula’s eyes moved from crotch to face and back to crotch again. She saw! Missy jerked her hand away and looked away from Paula. Damn! Damn that tomboy bitch all to hell! Missy pretended she was answering questions on the worksheet. The bell rang and she rushed out of the room holding her bag close from embarrassment and so no one would see the dark wet ring between her legs. Lunch came and Missy sat alone at a table. She had managed to excuse herself from her last class and changed into shorts. It was far too cold for shorts and she shivered even in the lunch room. Goose bumps broke out across her legs. The shorts were all she had in her locker. The shorts were too small as well. All the guys had been watching her for the rest of the morning. She hated and loved the attention.“Hi Missy.” It was Paula! She slipped her tray down at the table and sat.“What do you want?” Missy asked.“Geesh, that’s a really nice ‘how do ya do’!” Paula said.Missy glared over the table and held her fork in front of her like a weapon. She thought for a minute that if Paula said one word about what she saw her doing she was going to poke her eye out with the fork.“Well anyway, I was just going to invite you to a party I’m having.”“Party? Me? Why?” Missy asked.“Cause you seem cool.” Paula said.“I don’t…why?” “It’s this weekend. I’ll get you my address. Really, come. It’s going to be pretty wild. I have the house to myself and my neighbor is bringing booze. Trust me. It’s going to be a wild ass shindig.”Missy didn’t reply. Shindig. Really! Who did this little chick think she was anyway? Everyone knew she was a lesbian. Did Paula think that she was a fucking dyke too? God damn it! She did! Missy felt her face burning again. She watched the little skinny girl that looks like a boy walk away. Missy walked in the front door of her house expecting no one to be home. She was eager to run up the stairs and masturbate before her father could come in and ruin it. Already her hands were clawing at her bottoms but she heard a noise. Missy’s face was crushed with disappointment when she heard her father’s Şerifali Escort Bayan voice. Damn it, why did the whole world not want her to fucking masturbate!? What was he doing home anyway?“Daddy?” Missy called out to make sure it was really him.“Missy! Oh Missy, come on in here.”Missy walked into the kitchen and froze when she rounded the corner. Jeffery’s mom stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter and drinking a glass of water. “Umm, uhh, hi.” Missy said.“Well I’ll just be going.” Jeffery’s mom said.“Nonsense. Let’s all sit down and talk for a moment. How was school today Missy?” Her Daddy asked.“Uhh, great I guess. Why…I mean what’s going on?” “I just came over for a visit, umm, to talk.” Jeffery’s mother said. Jeffery’s mother was a beautiful woman. No seriously, the woman could be a model. She must have been amazing at one time before having Jeffery. A kid like that could bring anyone down. She had amazing blue eyes and wonderful naturally curly blonde hair. Not only did she look like she could have a sash across her chest but she was curved in all the right places with no evidence of sagging. Her mother looked good when she was dressed up nice but she had seen her take off her bra once and flop, out fell the boobs. Missy knew that would be her fate one day. Gravity hates big boobs, her mother had said.“Ok cool. So Daddy, why are you home so early?” Missy asked. Her father had his military face on. He made it damn hard to tell when he was happy, sad, angry, or what.“I needed to take care of some things around the house. I tell you what Missy, why don’t you head over to Jeffery’s place and see how he is doing? I think you both need to work out the issues between you. Give Mrs. Satie and me a chance to talk.”Was her father insane? He was actually asking her to get lost and go hang out at Jeffery’s house? There was no fucking way she was going to be caught dead at that little shrimp’s place. Wasn’t he just ready to kill Jeffery the other day? “Mrs. Satie” was up to something. Missy hated the way her father used people’s first names as last names. Look at the woman! Her top was almost completely unbuttoned. “Sure, sure. I’ll go help him with his Geometry.” Missy lied. “Oh would you? That would be sweet. You are such a beautiful and intelligent little lady. Jeffery is so lucky to have you as his friend.” Jeffery’s mother said. “Run along Missy, I’ll come check on you in a little bit!” her father commanded in his General’s voice. Missy thought about sneaking back to the house. She wanted to know what was really going on. Why was Escort Şerifali “Mrs. Satie” over at her house? Where they talking about her? Even as she walked up the steps to Jeffery’s house and pressed the little glowing yellow doorbell button, Missy couldn’t believe her father wanted her out of the house and alone with Jeffery. Her father, the General, wanted her alone with a boy. He must think that Jeffery is harmless or know how much she despised the little runt.“Missy!” Jeffery said as he opened the door.“So do you know what the fuck is going on?” Missy asked.“Uhh, no, just…Mom was at your house.” “I know.” Missy pushed past Jeffery and stormed up the stairs. She knew exactly where Jeffery’s room was. No one would see her if she wasn’t downstairs and she had to have some time to think.“So what’s going on?” Jeffery asked.“I don’t know. I guess they are talking about us.”“I don’t think so.” Jeffery said.“What?” Missy asked sharply.“Well your Dad was over here the other night and he wasn’t even pissed. Him and Mom just talked and talked. I tried to listen but your Dad scares the shit out of me.”“That’s really weird.”“I know. Wanna watch a movie?”Missy turned and looked at Jeffery as if she had noticed him for the first time. Her thoughts steamed around Satie and her father. Was she trying to seduce her father? He was an attractive man and they did have more money than Jeffery’s family. It made sense she would want him. But her mother was far more intelligent and sophisticated. “I don’t know Jeffery, what do you want to do?” Missy said distracted.“Well I was watching a movie if you want to finish it.”“Sure, whatever.”Jeffery pointed the remote at the screen and hit the play button. The screen came alive with the image of a man tied down to a chair. His face was dirty and his lip was bleeding. Ropes bound him to the chair and some men walked around him asking questions. Missy couldn’t believe it! “Why are you watching this?” She asked, already feeling her body tingle.“This is Die Hard like two, or three, I can’t remember.”“But…” Missy couldn’t say it. She just sat on the edge of Jeffery’s bed and let the scene play out on the screen. They slapped the man and Missy felt a rush of excitement. She looked down at Jeffery, he was on the floor and his hands were planted behind him. He looked up at her and smiled. She made a face at him and he frowned and looked back at the TV.Jeffery couldn’t believe that Missy was over at his house and watching TV with him. Fuck man, he wished he could call his friends and tell them to come over and see. His dick started to react because he could feel her eyes on his back. He wanted to go sit next to her on the bed.He looked back again and noticed that he could see her panties. Her shorts were so tight there was very little fabric to cover them. She glared at him and he tried not to be obvious. He had already seen the movie at least five times.
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