Chapter 1 - May 18 - 4 Weeks Until Graduation


Monday Afternoon

Kelsey Arriving Home from School



Kelsey Smith stepped out of Carl’s car in front of 201 Church Street. As usual, Greg forgot to pick her up from school, and it was almost four in the afternoon. If Carl hadn’t stayed late to talk to the English teacher, Mr. Ingles, Kelsey would have been forced to walk home. While it was only about a mile, it was a mile farther than she wanted to walk after running up and down stairs all day.

Kelsey walked up the sidewalk and opened the faded black screen door. The brown-painted security door's handle didn't budge when she attempted to turn it. 

After pulling out her key, she unlocked the handle and the deadbolt before testing it again.  The lock had a habit of retracting the bolt ninety-nine percent of the way, leaving just enough bolt lip to make opening the door impossible without relocking it and unlocking it again. Today, it was working correctly.

Once the door was open, she waved to Carl to let him know she was fine and going inside. However, she paused with the screen door closed and watched until Carl's car completely disappeared from view.  He had asked if she wanted company until Greg arrived home. She had not, but Carl insisted that he stay since this was a less than stellar neighborhood.

Kelsey politely refused his offer, reminding him that she grew up homeless on the street and needed no additional protection. Now, she wanted to make sure he had taken her refusal seriously. It looked like he had.

Kelsey closed and dead-bolted the door before turning and looking over at the couch. Greg wasn't on the couch, and after listening for a moment, she realized the house was completely silent. Greg was not home, and Kelsey made a mental note to kick his ass.

To make sure he truly wasn't home and not masturbating in a different part of the house, Kelsey turned on the lights and walked through the downstairs before walking through the upstairs. She saw no indication that he was home or had been home since he dropped her off at school. 

This was weird. He was usually home by three. Greg just never bothered to stop by Grand Central high school on his way home to pick her up. It irked Kelsey. She’d lived with him for the last five years.

He’d picked her up off the street during the summer between her seventh and eighth-grade years, or at least, they would have been had she been attending school. He’d found her sitting in front of a 7-11 on a 100-degree day. He stopped and asked her what she was doing sitting outside. Kelsey told him she was sitting, hoping someone would drop some change so she could get an ice cream cone or something to drink.

He walked into the 7-11 and bought her ice cream and a Coke. Each day, he struck up a bit more of a conversation. The man was an investor. When she saw him, he was on his lunch break. He lived alone in a three-bedroom, two-bath, two-story house. Kelsey congratulated him on his success. He asked her what she wanted to do with her life. Kelsey’s answer was short – survive it. That was when Greg offered to let her stay at his house, if she promised to re-enroll in school.

Kelsey accepted the offer.

Now, she was in her final semester at Grand Central, and she needed straight A’s in order to qualify for a scholarship that would give her free room, board and tuition at any college in the state. If she didn’t, she’d find herself right back on the street eating shelter food and sleeping under cardboard boxes. 

Kelsey knew Greg wouldn’t tolerate a loiterer or a freeloader in his house. He barely gave her any money as it was. Kelsey was certain he expected her to get a real job as soon as she was old enough. Preferably at the gas station down the street so she could walk there.

Kelsey tried it when she was 16 and failed. The shift was so late that Kelsey kept falling asleep in class. She had enough trouble maintaining passing grades without falling asleep. She quit after a week and doubted Greg had even noticed she’d tried to work. She did collect the check and cashed it, but it wasn’t enough money to do anything with. She ended up buying lunches with it for a month. While she bought lunches and slowly ran out of money, she contemplated ways to make money that didn’t involve exhausting herself at a shift job. 

That was when she decided to offer services to the hornier of the boys at Grand Central, which was mostly the football team. Although, there were a few better-looking nerds that she did fuck for money on occasion. Her plan worked most of the time. She charged $40 per fuck. On a good week, she could make $200. The end of last week and today were hell. No one had wanted her since Thursday.

As a result, getting lunch money was ridiculous. She had to discreetly raid vending machines for forgotten change every time she passed them. By lunch, she had three dollars. It was enough to get a Coke and a hamburger. She was now starving. Greg wasn’t home, and she was getting pissed.

Kelsey walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It contained beer and ketchup. “Fuck.” Kelsey pulled one of the beers out and opened it before taking a long drink. She should have redirected Carl's thoughts when he'd asked if he could stay for the afternoon and had him take her out to dinner, but she thought Greg would be home by now.

Kelsey walked upstairs and threw her shoes in her bedroom. As she walked out of her bedroom, she heard the front door open.

“Kelsey, you here?” Greg asked.

“Yeah,” she said as she walked down the stairs. “You have no food again.”

“Sorry. Forgot. Crappy day,” Greg said. “I’ll order a pizza.”

“And breadsticks and a brownie,” Kelsey said as she crossed her arms.

“And some Cokes.” Greg pulled out his phone. “Did you manage lunch money?”

“No, Coach was working the football players out all day,” Kelsey said.

“Figures.” Greg dialed Grand Central Pizza. He ordered one extra-large steak, bacon and ranch pizza with jalapeños, an order of cheese sticks and two two-liters of diet coke along with two brownies. He paid with his credit card then ended the call. “Forty-five minutes.”

“What about breakfast?” Kelsey asked.

“I’ll take you to school. We’ll get something on the way,” Greg said. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV.

Kelsey sat on the other side of the couch with her back propped against the armrest and her lower legs across Greg’s lap.

Greg grabbed one of her feet while he flipped channels. “Skinnomax?”

“That’s fine,” Kelsey said. It was better than the hard-core porn he usually watched, and Kelsey usually liked the plots as well as the overly-muscled men.

Greg rubbed her foot. “I guess you didn’t have a good day either.” He could feel the tension in her lower legs.

“Not really,” Kelsey said. “It was boring, and they finally gave us our midterms back.”

“How’d you do?” Greg asked.

“It’s going to be a crapshoot as to whether or not I get my A’s,” Kelsey said.

“Cause of that scholarship?” Greg asked.

“Without it, I can’t go to college,” Kelsey said.

“What’s your GPA?” Greg asked.

“It’s not a 4.0, and I’m not sure I’m even going to get a 4.0 this semester,” Kelsey said.

“Get creative,” Greg said as he massaged her calves.

“How?” Kelsey asked as she watched a naked man on the screen. “Holy hell. I didn’t think they were allowed to show full-frontal male nudity at this hour.”

“It’s paid channel,” Greg said. “You lived on the street. What’d you do when you wanted something?”

“I either begged or stole it,” Kelsey said. “I don’t think that applies to grades.”

“I’m sure it can,” Greg said. “You said your teachers like you.”

“They like to stare at my legs and down my shirt,” Kelsey said.

“You can work with that,” Greg said.

Kelsey laughed. “I’ll see what I can think of.”

“That’s the spirit,” Greg said.

“What kind of adult advice is that?” Kelsey asked as he massaged higher on her legs.

“Realistic,” Greg said. “Did you want the 'try real hard, and I’m sure it’ll work out' speech?”

“No. I wouldn’t have believed it.” Kelsey shifted when he started massaging her thighs.

“I didn’t think so,” Greg said. “You didn’t get any lunch money Friday either.”

“Nope,” Kelsey said. "Everyone has been MIA since Thursday."

“Where the hell’s Dean been?” Greg asked. “He’s usually good at finding you before lunch.”

“Usually, not lately,” Kelsey said. She inhaled when Greg worked his way up to her hips.

"It has been four days, hasn't it?" Greg asked as he massaged her upper thighs.

"I wasn't lying, and you weren't interested this weekend," Kelsey said.

"I thought they'd be eager for you today." Greg slid his hands under her shirt to her breasts before brushing his thumbs against her nipples. "It's not that I don't think about plunging my cock into you, especially when I'm about to blow a load. It's that I don't think it's appropriate. I didn't pick you up five years ago because I eventually wanted an in-house fuck toy. I wanted to help you get back in school and graduate, and that shit is difficult without an address."

"I know," Kelsey said. She leaned up and kissed him. "But can you do it tonight?"

"I'll think about it." Greg kissed her as he massaged one breast.

Kelsey reached behind her and unzipped her dress. "Think about it faster."

Greg pulled the top of her dress down to her waist and drug his tongue over one of her aroused nipples. "You're doing a hell of a job giving me a hard-on." He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently before switching to the other one.

Kelsey inhaled as her arousal increased. "You're not convincing me you don't want to fuck."

He licked each of her nipples again. "I absolutely want to fuck. After the day I've had, I could use a little stress relief." He kissed down her chest to her stomach. "I just can't decide how good of an idea it is to fuck you."

"It's a great idea," Kelsey said as she started to unbutton his shirt.

Greg chuckled. He moved up to her mouth and kissed her again. "That is your pussy talking."

"It's not talking. It's demanding," Kelsey said between kisses.

Greg turned his head when the doorbell rang. “Food’s here. I will think about it.” He moved off of her and walked over to the door. It was the pizza guy. He took the pizzas and handed them to Kelsey once she was decent and standing behind him. He grabbed the sides and Cokes and closed and butted the door closed. He’d have to lock it later.

Kelsey walked into the kitchen and sat the pizzas on the table. She grabbed a plate out of the cabinets while Greg sat the rest of the food and drinks on the table.

“Eat what you want,” Greg said. "If we run out, I’ll order more."

Kelsey filled her plate and sat down. She ate everything on it then grabbed two more brownies.

“I’ve got to remember to keep food in this house,” Greg said as he watched her eat. He knew she ate pizza all weekend because that’s what he ordered.

“After five years, I’m not hopeful,” Kelsey said.

“Neither am I,” Greg said. “But I’ll go to the store before I pick you up tomorrow.”

Kelsey ate her brownies and took a large drink directly out of her two-liter of Diet Coke. “I’ll text you and remind you.”

“Good idea,” Greg said. He ate his pizza. "So, are there any boys at school you're interested in aside from their cocks and money?"

"No," Kelsey said as she grabbed another brownie.

"Not Carl?" Greg asked between bites.

"Hell no. He's a friend and a geeky friend at that," Kelsey said.

"Dean? He seems more your style. Large. Muscular. Football player," Greg said.

"No, but I like his cock," Kelsey said.

Greg laughed. "I take it he feels good in that overactive pussy."

Kelsey laughed. "He feels better than most, and he tries, but I don't want to date him." She looked at him. "Why are you asking? You've never taken an interest in my dating life before."

"Cause your skirts are getting shorter. I figured you were trying to get someone's attention," Greg said.

Kelsey shook her head before taking a drink of her Coke.

"You're getting embarrassed," Greg said. "You like someone."

"It doesn't matter. They're out of my league," Kelsey said.

"How could anyone be out of your league?" Greg asked. "You're stunning."

"He just is," Kelsey said.

"Is it a teacher, cause you know all those teachers are scum," Greg said. "Of course, you could use that against them to ensure your A's."

"I know they're scum," Kelsey said. "It's not a teacher."

"Groundskeeper?" Greg asked.

"No," Kelsey said.

"I know it's not a janitor," Greg said.

"Absolutely not," Kelsey said. "I don't care how big the janitor's dick is. I'm not fucking a nasty janitor."

"There's only one man left in that school, Kelsey," Greg said.

"I know," Kelsey said.

"Please, don't," Greg said. "He doesn't want to fuck the students. He's highly respected, and he's helped you a great deal."

"I know," she said. "I'm not going to."

"Good," Greg said. "Because you are stunning, and you are incredibly difficult to refuse when you want it."

"Oh yeah?" Kelsey asked.

"I know from personal experience," Greg said as he started consolidating the food into as few boxes as possible so he could put it in the fridge.

"But you said," Kelsey said.

"I said I didn't give you a place to live because I wanted an on-demand pussy," Greg said. "I didn't say I didn't find you attractive." He stood and put the leftover food in the refrigerator. Then, washed his hands.

Kelsey slid back from the table and pulled up her skirt.

Greg walked over to her, leaned down and slid his hands up her thighs. "This is what you shouldn't do at school."

Kelsey leaned back in the chair.

"Or that." Greg leaned forward and kissed her.

Kelsey unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock. "Did you make up your mind?"

"I did." Greg pulled her shirt off over her head while she stroked his cock. "Tighter and slower."

Kelsey adjusted her pace and felt his cock stiffen in her hand.

"Bed, couch or table?" Greg asked.

"Bed," Kelsey said.

"We'll do it on the guest bed," Greg said. He pulled her up from the chair and led her upstairs to the guest room that never saw any action unless Greg was washing the bedsheets, which he did once a month.

Kelsey removed her dress and sprawled across the bed. She was so ready to feel a hard cock inside her that she was almost squirming.

Greg undressed. He removed everything, including his socks, before positioning himself between Kelsey's legs. He stroked his cock as he watched her pussy. It was already wet in anticipation. Greg leaned forward and guided his cock into her, letting the head penetrate her slowly before sinking his full length inside her.

Kelsey inhaled. "Finally." She shifted until she was completely comfortable.

Greg leaned down and kissed her mouth before kissing the side of her face. "How's that for a hard cock?"

"Just what I needed." Kelsey's voice was barely a whisper as he started moving his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her.

"Me too, apparently." He grunted when he felt her pussy tighten around his cock and pistoned faster.

Kelsey moaned and gripped his forearms as she met his thrusts. Her pussy was starting to tingle. She wrapped her legs around him. "Harder."

Greg sunk his cock into her, letting his balls slap against her with every thrust. "In or out?"

"In." She could feel her orgasm coming. She just wasn't quite there and knew if he pulled out to ejaculate, she wouldn't finish.

Greg grunted and pistoned harder. He knew she was close. He could feel her trembling, and her grip on his forearms was brutal. "Here it comes." He sunk himself deep with a harsh groan as he shot a load deep inside her.

"No!" Kelsey glared at him.

Greg could feel her panic. She hadn't orgasmed yet. "Hang on." As soon as the bulk of his orgasm was finished, he resumed his thrusting. He was going to lose his erection pretty quick, but he thought he could still get her off.

Kelsey panted, breathing heavily. "Oh... It's coming!"

Greg pistoned hard and fast until she screamed and arched off the bed.

Kelsey exhaled and sunk into the bed. "Fuck that felt good."

Greg kissed her. "Told you I'd make it cum." He wrapped his arms around her and held her for a minute. "Feel better now?"

Kelsey made a satisfied sound.

Greg let her relax for a minute before pulling out of her and sitting up. He patted her thigh. “Okay. Up. Shower. Homework.”

“You are no fun," she said as she moved to a sitting position.

“I just know what you need to do to graduate on time,” Greg said. “And my cock is not part of your educational curriculum."

Kelsey laughed. "It'd be nice if it were."

Greg laughed.

She exited the bed and walked upstairs to the hall bathroom. She undressed, turned on the shower and waited until the water warmed. Kelsey stepped under the steaming shower and scrubbed her body.

Kelsey rinsed and stepped out of the shower before looking around for a towel. Only the hand towel was hanging on the towel bar. Kelsey grumbled as she walked over to the small linen closet and grabbed two towels. She wrapped one around her hair and the other around her body before walking across the hall to her bedroom where she finished drying and looked for something to wear for the evening.

Kelsey chose a large t-shirt that hung to her mid-thighs and slid it over her body. Grabbing her bookbag, she sprawled across the bed and opened her English book. She had an essay to write, and she had to write it on paper and turn it in by hand. Almost all of the other students would be doing it via the online class portal. Unfortunately, Greg’s computer was off-limits, and Kelsey had yet to be able to afford even the cheapest Android tablet.

She read the passages and picked up her pen. This was another boring, busy-work assignment. She didn’t feel like she was learning anything. Hours later, she was asleep on the textbook with half an essay written.

Greg walked into Kelsey’s room on his way to bed when he noticed her light was still on. He had a feeling, she desperately needed a tutor. Not that he thought she was stupid. He just thought she’d missed too many years of primary school. She was lucky Grand Central had agreed to take her, but they tended to take the tough cases as long as the students didn't have felonies. He knew Kelsey didn't have any felonies, but from some of the stories she'd told him, she did have misdemeanors for shoplifting and loitering. Greg suspected she had a couple simple assault charges too, but he'd never been able to get the details out of her.

Greg pulled the textbook, notebook and pen out from under Kelsey and set them on the nightstand. Then, he pulled her onto the pillows and covered her with the blankets. When she stayed asleep, he grabbed everything on the nightstand and walked downstairs to the kitchen table. She argued with him over school, studying and homework, saying it was all busy-work and useless in the real world. Then, he’d find her like she was – asleep on her books with her homework half done. Greg mentally kicked himself. He should have gotten her a tutor years ago when he'd first realized she was behind the other students.

Greg sat down at the table and opened her book to the page she had indicated in her class notes. He read the pages. “Oh fuck my life.” In this instance, he had to agree with Kelsey. This was busy-work and useless. Unfortunately, it still had to be done. Greg ripped out her page and sat it next to the notebook. He then turned to a clean page where he copied her half an essay and added to it until it met the 500-word requirement. If there was one thing all teachers noticed, it was a change in handwriting mid-essay. Greg signed Kelsey’s name, then closed all the books before heading upstairs to shower and go to bed.




Chapter 2 - May 19 – Tuesday



Morning at Grand Central High School



Kelsey Smith stepped out of Greg’s car at the front entrance of Grand Central High School. She was deep in thought as she walked through the glass and steel doors. Kelsey had found her books on the kitchen table. Upon opening her notebook, she noticed her essay was finished. She didn’t remember finishing it and didn’t remember walking downstairs. That probably meant that Greg had completed it. She’d need to read through it before class so she knew what was in it in case Mr. Ingles asked her questions.

“Hey there, Kelsey.”

She felt a hand slide around her waist. “Dean.”

“The one and only.” He kissed the side of her face. “How’s your lunch money situation this morning?”

“Terrible, as always,” Kelsey said. “You gonna do something about it or keep ignoring me?”

“I have not been ignoring you.” He pressed her against a row of lockers and kissed her while rubbing his erection against her hip. “Coach has been working us like hell for the last half a week.”

She slid her hand down to feel it bulging through his jeans. “We might be able to work something out.”

“Thirty?” Dean asked.

Kelsey sighed. “You know it’s forty.” She pushed him away. “Don’t tempt me with that if you don’t have it.”

“I had to buy some shit for football practice,” Dean said. “It cost more than I thought. Part of Coach’s crap.”

“When can you have the other ten?” Kelsey asked.

“Lunch.” He leaned his mouth against her ear. “I have to break a hundred. I have a twenty and a ten on me right now.” He slid his hand up to her breast and squeezed it gently before brushing a thumb against her nipple. “Come on, Kelsey. I bet you’re already wet, and we have 30 minutes until first period.”

“Yeah, it’s wet.” If there was one thing Kelsey wasn’t in the mood for, it was being aroused all day. She doubted Greg would fuck her again any time soon. He hadn’t seemed too pleased that she’d wanted his cock last night. “Follow me.”

She led the captain of the football team down to the end of the hall and turned right. She stopped at the third door and tested the handle. It was unlocked. It was always unlocked. Kelsey didn’t have the key. No one could seem to find it, but no one ever locked this door unless they were in the room, and as far as Kelsey knew, she was the only one who used this room. 

It was an old office, and Kelsey preferred it for conducting business. Almost no one entered the school through the side door. No teachers seemed to walk this far down the main hall, and she'd never seen anyone turn down the narrow side hall.

Kelsey opened the forgotten office door and walked through.

Dean followed her and closed the door behind them. He locked it, knowing full well that Kelsey didn’t want interruptions. Dean pulled out his wallet and opened it. He separated the twenty and ten from his one-hundred-dollar bill.

Kelsey took the money and laid it on the old executive desk.

“If you had money, would you still charge?” Dean asked as he walked over to her.

“I would,” Kelsey said.

He pulled off her shirt, revealing a basic white bra. “Why’s that?”

“Because I don’t want anyone thinking this is more than it is,” Kelsey said. She unfastened his pants and pushed them down. He was definitely hard. Kelsey wrapped her hand around his dick and stroked it from base to head.

Dean lifted her onto the desk and spread her legs as he slid his hands up her thighs. “No panties today?”

“Didn’t feel like wearing them,” Kelsey said.

“But you put on a bra?” He gripped his dick and guided it toward her pussy.

“The teachers get mad when I don’t wear a bra,” Kelsey said. She toed off her shoes and leaned back with her hands behind her.

Dean pressed the head of his dick against the opening of her pussy. “I knew you were wet.” He gave a small thrust. The head slipped into her easily.

Kelsey inhaled. “You gonna fuck me or tease it?”

He pushed his dick entirely inside her. Dean started thrusting, slow and then faster. “That better?”

“Oh yeah.” Kelsey laid back across the desk and spread her legs, placing her heels on the edge of the desktop.

Dean pistoned inside her pussy, dick sinking deep then shallow. He grunted. “This is not going to take long.” He could already feel the pressure building. It was the result of not getting any relief since last Wednesday.

“Keep going.” Kelsey panted.

Dean fucked her harder. Payment or no payment, she tended to give him the cold shoulder for a week if she didn’t cum, and that usually meant he ended up with a severe case of blue balls before she’d let him fuck her again.

Kelsey moaned and gripped the edge of the desk.

“You better be close.” His words were strained as he pounded his dick into her pussy. “I’m about to blow.”

Kelsey inhaled and exhaled rapidly. She started to say something before she was overcome with a wave of pleasure. “Oh.” She arched and groaned as her orgasm finally released.

Dean sunk his dick into her and grunted as he blew his load. He braced himself with his hands on the desktop and inhaled. Dean wasn’t all that thrilled about having to pay for it, but he couldn’t deny the results. His dick was satisfied, and he didn’t have to worry about taking her out later. Dean leaned down and kissed her.

Kelsey grinned.

Dean helped her off the desk. “You wouldn’t be interested in a party with the football players this weekend, would you?”

Kelsey shook her head. “No gang bangs.”

“I knew you’d say that, but they asked me to ask,” Dean said as he grabbed the paper towels off a chair and cleaned off his dick before pulling up his pants.

“If they want it, they have to come to me like everyone else,” Kelsey said.

“They don’t seem to get it. Then again, I often wonder about their IQs.” He kissed her again. “I need to run down to the gym before first period.”

“I’ll talk to you later,” Kelsey said. She locked the door behind Dean and finished undressing before walking to the back of the office and opened the bathroom door. Her favorite feature of this office was that it had a full bathroom with a shower. Kelsey kept it stocked with extra clothes, towels, soap and wash clothes.

She showered quickly and redressed before making sure she had everything she needed for class. She didn't, which meant she had to make a trip to her locker.

Kelsey slowly opened the office door and peered both ways down the hallway. She didn’t see anyone. Quietly, she closed the door and walked down the side hall. The first bell rung while she was getting dressed. The late bell was due to ring any second.

As she turned the corner into the main hall, she stepped into Principal Hattrick, forehead banging against his chest. She looked up surprised. She’d expected the halls to be empty.

Hattrick placed his hands on her shoulders. “Where’s the fire, Kelsey?”

“Late for class,” Kelsey said.

Hattrick chuckled and squeezed her shoulders, thumb accidentally brushing over the bra strap beneath her shirt. “Yes, you are. Did you get in late?”

“Yeah. Greg was running behind this morning,” Kelsey said as she looked up at him. He looked like he had skipped a day of shaving. “Going for the stubbly look this morning?” She brushed a finger across it.

“I was running late myself,” Hattrick said. He leaned down and rubbed it against her face.

Kelsey giggled. “Hattrick! That’s worse than a cat’s tongue.”

When their eyes locked, Hattrick felt himself moving his mouth toward hers. He covered her mouth with his hand. “Get to class, and watch what you’re putting on in the morning. That skirt’s too short.”

“I will,” Kelsey said. She backed away from him and turned, deciding to take the side stairs down to the lower level and her locker. “Fuck.” She inhaled as she approached her locker. Every encounter with Hattrick this year seemed to be slightly to moderately inappropriate.

Kelsey blamed it on her fascination with suits. Hattrick had switched from business casual to business professional this year, and this morning he was wearing an expensive dark gray suit that Kelsey wanted to rub against.

She unlocked her locker and grabbed her books for first period before slamming the door and walking down the hall toward the main staircase.

“There you are!”

Kelsey turned her head to view Carl. “You’re running as late as I am this morning.”

“Unfortunately,” Carl said. “Are you ready for this class?”

“I think so. I spent too much damned time on that essay last night, though,” Kelsey said.

“That was not fun,” Carl said. “I almost fell asleep while writing it.”

“You’re not the only one. Mr. Ingles really has a knack for making English boring,” Kelsey said.

“You are not kidding there,” Carl said. “I don’t think I’m doing very well at all. I just can’t get into it.”

“I may not be doing well either. Do you know what the average grade is in that class?” Kelsey asked.

“A ‘C’,” Carl said.

“Shit,” Kelsey said as they walked up the stairs to the main floor. “I got a B in my last English class. I can’t have a C in this one. I wish more teachers taught senior English.”

“He’s the only one,” Carl said. “Not many take it. It’s just needed for the damned elite colleges, so if you’re not going or you don’t care where you go, English 401 is not needed. You might consider dropping it. I don’t need it for anything, except the credits.”

“Well, I need it because I have to send all my transcripts to the scholarship committee at the end of this semester,” Kelsey said. “And this will look good on the transcript.”

“When do they announce the winners?” Carl asked.

“July first,” Kelsey said. “And my transcripts have to be mailed the last day of class.”

“With even one C on your record, you won’t have a 4.0,” Carl said.

“I know. I have to find a way to fix that,” Kelsey said.

“Maybe you can ask for extra credit after the fact. I think you qualify as extenuating circumstances. Doesn’t your dad kick you out the day we graduate?”

“My uncle but yes,” Kelsey said. “He’s been very generous. He didn’t have to take me in at all.”

“Still, that’s harsh,” Carl said.

“He wants his life back,” Kelsey said. “I can’t blame him for that."

“Maybe we can help each other. With four weeks left till graduation, we’ll need all the brain-power we can muster,” Carl said as they approached the classroom door. “Shit. Class has started.”

“Nothing we can do,” Kelsey said.

Carl walked with her to the back of the room where they chose two seats next to each other.

Kelsey put her books on the desk.

“So glad you could join us,” Mr. Ingles said.

“Apologies,” Carl said. “It won’t happen again.”

“I assume you all checked your email last night and saw that you needed to read Pilgrim’s Progress,” Mr. Ingles said. “My apologies for not mentioning it in class, but this is part of the reason you need to learn to stay on top of your emails. Your future employers will also email you after work hours and expect you to respond or get started on the project.”

“Did you know about it?” Kelsey asked Carl in a whisper.

“Yes, but it was late when I saw it,” Carl said. “I didn’t get past page five. It’s unreal boring.”

“Mr. Carl, did you have something to share with the class?” Mr. Ingles asked.

“Yeah, I tried to read it. Every time I read more than a page, I fell asleep. That book is boring,” Carl said.

“Does anyone else share Mr. Carl’s sentiments?” Mr. Ingles asked.

“It was hard to read,” another student said. “I almost didn’t get through it, and I had caffeine.”

“Well, I need a 500-word essay by tomorrow on the premise of the book,” Mr. Ingles said. “I suggest you all find a way to read it.”

The class groaned.

Kelsey leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling tiles. More than one of them had water spots.

“Come over tonight. We’ll do it together,” Carl said to Kelsey.

Kelsey nodded.

The rest of the class was spent talking about the great poets, of which Kelsey had no interest. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, she was the first one out of her seat.

“Miss Kelsey,” Mr. Ingles said. “What did you think of Pilgrim’s Progress?”

“I liked what the author was trying to do, but there was no excitement in it anywhere,” Kelsey said.

Mr. Ingles nodded. “I look forward to reading your essay tomorrow.”

“I’m sure it will be one of the best.” She paused. “Oh here.” She pulled her notebook out and ripped out the page. “The other essay we had to do.”

“Good. Glad to see you got it done on time this time,” Mr. Ingles said.

“Thanks.” She walked out of the room with Carl.

“He was looking down your shirt,” Carl said.

“You’re kidding,” Kelsey said.

“Nope,” Carl said. “I can tell you with certainty that he was not looking at your face.”

“Ugh. Just what I need,” Kelsey said.

“What’s your next class?” Carl asked.

“I have statistics and economics then art,” Kelsey said.

“Art? Is that for college?” Carl asked.

“No, I needed a random credit,” Kelsey said.

“Right. That’s why I’m in weight lifting this semester,” Carl said.

“When do you have that?” Kelsey asked.

“Right before lunch,” Carl said.

“I guess that’s a good time for it,” Kelsey said.

“Better than last class,” Carl said. “Anyway, I’ll see you at lunch.”

Kelsey walked to her locker, put her English books away and picked up her statistic’s books. The statistics class was in room 201 on the main floor. She wished she would have taken her Statistics' books with her to English. After talking to Carl and having to retrieve her books from her locker, she was running late.

As she approached the classroom door, the late bell rang. She opted to sit in the back. In fact, she was so far back in the room, that the row was known as F row. It wasn’t because the rows were labeled. It was because everyone who sat in the very back row received F’s in this class due to not being able to read Mr. Scatterplot’s tiny writing on the whiteboard. While the whiteboard image was posted online in real-time, Kelsey didn’t have a tablet computer. If she had to have a computer to complete assignments, she had to go to Carl’s house. 

Once Mr. Scatterplot completed roll call, he asked every student to turn to Chapter 10 in their Statistics’ books. Kelsey rolled her eyes. The chapter was on the need for data. Kelsey read the first few sentences in Statistics for Beginners. It made sense to her, but she knew once they started solving math problems, she’d be lost. Kelsey always understood the theory but never the actual math.

She stared at the page while Mr. Scatterplot explained the material. It all sounded Greek to her. How she was going to get an ‘A’ in this class was beyond her. She should have dropped it after the first day. Unfortunately, since there were only four weeks left in the damned semester, she could no longer drop it. If she did, it would show up as an 'F' on her transcripts.

Kelsey was grateful when the bell sounded, signaling the end of statistics. Kelsey stood and walked to the front of the class. Due to the rush of other students trying to get out the door, she was forced to pause her escape in front of Mr. Scatterplot’s desk.

“Miss Kelsey,” Mr. Scatterplot said. “Knowing your circumstances this year, I don’t think your grade is where you need it to be”

Kelsey turned to face him. “It’s not, and I just saw my midterm grade the other day. I need an A in this class, and I’m not sure how to get it.”

“Well, I’d recommend tutoring from one of the students who understand the material, but I can’t say I have any of those this year,” Mr. Scatterplot said. “But, I can tutor you before or after school. Your choice. If you want.”

“That’s extremely generous. Can I let you know my decision tomorrow?” Kelsey asked.

“You can,” Mr. Scatterplot said.

“Thank you.” Kelsey walked out of the room and down the hall. She had two more classes until lunch, and she was tempted to skip them. Her first two classes had been stressful enough. Unfortunately, like she had told Carl, she couldn’t skip them. She needed all A’s this semester, and somehow, she needed to convince every other teacher she’d ever had to change her previous grades to A’s.”

“Miss Kelsey.”

Kelsey turned around to view, Principal Hattrick. “Yes, sir.” She looked over his suit. He looked a little more presentable than he had this morning. His face was now bristle-free.

“I have some paperwork for you in the office. Some stuff we forgot to give you,” Hattrick said.

“Of course, I’ll do it now,” Kelsey said. She walked down the hall and entered the main office. The secretary was sitting behind the desk.

She looked up. “Kelsey. Great. I have some paperwork that was forgotten.” She held up a stack of pages on a clipboard.

“I’ll do it now,” Kelsey said. She sat down in one of the blue plastic chairs and pulled out a pen. As she read the pages, she filled them out and signed them.

“Kelsey. My office,” Principal Hattrick said as he walked into the main office.

Kelsey stood and followed him into his office.

He closed the door. “Have a seat and hand me those papers.”

Kelsey sat in one of the large padded chairs in front of his desk. She handed him the paperwork. “Did you need to look it over?”

“I need to initial it. After almost four years, we know your Uncle Greg won’t sign these,” Hattrick said.

“Yeah. I was going to ask what to do about that. He doesn’t like putting his name on anything,” Kelsey said.

Hattrick started initialing the forms. “I also have some bad news.”

“Bad news?” She asked. Knowing how her life had gone so far, such a generic term could have been anything from her parents were back to she was going to juvy for past crimes and the cops were on their way.

“Have you seen the news this morning?” Hattrick asked.

“No. I’ve been in class. My phone is off,” Kelsey said.

“I saw a news report this morning about a man named Greg Black. Your uncle?”

"What?" Kelsey questioned.

“He’s in jail as of 45 minutes ago. I saw the arrest,” Hattrick said.

“You’ve got to be kidding," Kelsey said. "He dropped me off this morning."

“I called the police station to verify,” Hattrick said.

“Shit. Did you mention me?” Kelsey asked.

“No,” Hattrick said. “I just wanted to verify that they had Greg Black. I didn’t mention you specifically.”

Kelsey sighed. “Okay.” She looked at him. “What did he do?”

“Not entirely sure. Some type of fraud,” Hattrick said. “He was arrested at work.”

“Fuck.” Kelsey rubbed her temples. If Greg was in jail, it was unlikely she’d be able to go home after school. She leaned with her elbows on his desk, trying to figure out what she was going to do tonight. She knew there was a shelter a few blocks over. It was run by some religious order. Kelsey figured she could tolerate a few days of it, but she’d have to find a more permanent place by the weekend.

“Do you have someplace to go tonight? I don’t think you’ll be able to go to your house. It looked like a crime scene in the videos.” Hattrick said.

“Yeah. I’m going to Carl’s tonight,” Kelsey said. “He’s going to help me with homework. Maybe his mom will let me stay the night.” It was a very short term solution. She didn’t want to impose her crappy situation on Carl or his mom.

“I would suggest you do that,” Hattrick said as he turned his head back to the paperwork in front of him.

“I’ll work it out with Carl,” Kelsey said. She leaned over his desk to watch him read and initial the paperwork.

“How old are you? I know, but confirm it for me.” He glanced up and immediately averted his eyes.

“Eighteen as of Christmas,” Kelsey said then blinked. “Why did you just look away from me?”

“Look down at yourself,” Hattrick said. He reached across his desk and tugged on the neckline of her shirt.

Kelsey looked down and gasped. “Oh my god. I didn’t realize.”

“That’s really distracting, Kelsey,” Hattrick said as he drug his finger across the neckline until he could brush it across the top of her breast. “And you know we’ve increased the restrictions on the dress code due to certain problems we are having.”

“I heard some of the teachers can't keep their hands to themselves,” Kelsey said. "I guess I should be going home right now."

“Right this second, your home isn’t available,” Hattrick said. He slipped his finger lower, gently rubbing her nipple. He needed some self-control. Hattrick pulled his hand away from her and looked down at the paperwork. “It’s good that you’re eighteen. It makes things a little bit easier.” He looked up at her again. She had moved to sit in the chair and adjusted her shirt, but he could still see far too much of her chest. “Give me your phone.”

Kelsey leaned forward and handed Hattrick her phone. She watched as he pressed buttons.

“My number is now in your phone. If you need anything, do not hesitate to call,” he said.

“Of course. Thank you.” Kelsey stood and looked at him. “Are you going to tell the police he has a student living with him?” She asked as she admired his suit.

“I'm not,” Hattrick said. He stood and walked around his desk to her. “I don’t want to complicate your situation any more than it is.”

Kelsey nodded, barely stopping herself from reaching out and touching his suit as he stepped closer. “Can I say something maybe a little inappropriate?”

Hattrick chuckled. “I’m not feeling very appropriate right this second, so go ahead.”

“I really like that suit.” Kelsey touched the sleeve of his jacket.

Hattrick felt that slight touch to his clothes far more intensely than he should have. “It’s expensive, handwoven." He sighed. "Go ahead. I know you’re dying to touch it.” He clasped his hands behind his back so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch her. While he was certainly willing to touch her in the halls, those moments were limited. He could palm her ass. Kiss her if no one was in the area, but the time was short. Anyone could walk up at any moment. His office offered more privacy, and anyone who wished to enter would knock first. Hattrick had no idea how he would respond if he were to act on his impulses.

Kelsey slid her hands down the lapels of his jacket. “Damn, this is nice.” She brushed her fingers down his shirt.

“Stay above the belt. The pants are made out of the same material as the jacket,” Hattrick said. He knew more about her past than he cared to admit, and as her hands moved over his abs, he knew she wouldn’t give a second thought to unfastening his belt regardless of the fact that he was the principal. If she took a hold of his cock, it was unlikely he'd have the willpower or desire to stop her.

Kelsey couldn’t believe he was letting her touch him. She slid her hands from his abs to his chest. “This is amazing.” It felt better than most of her clothes, and she wondered what it would be like to wear his shirt.

“I’d say you like that material,” Hattrick said. He brought one hand around to his front and brushed it against her slightly protruding nipple. His office was chilly but not chilly enough to cause nippling, especially when he considered that his cock was getting hard.

“Just a little,” Kelsey said. “It’s really smooth.” And he had some amazing muscles under his shirt. He felt like he worked out with the football players.

He leaned his mouth down to her ear. “You’re breathing kinda heavy.”

“So are you,” Kelsey said as she slid her hands down his abs. She could only envision what they'd look like flexing as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. “Nothing below the belt?”

“Nothing below the belt,” Hattrick said. He turned her around and lifted her onto his desk before claiming her mouth in a kiss that was far too eager. It wasn’t the first time he’d kissed her. Though, normally, he chose the side of her face or the top of her head. It seemed to him, she needed the somewhat platonic affection. To know that someone cared she existed. This was far more passionate and inappropriate. He was already blaming it on his neglected cock and out-of-town wife.

Kelsey wrapped her arms around him as they kissed.

Hattrick massaged her breast as their tongues intertwined. He’d never crossed any sexual lines with a student before, but Kelsey had been on his mind all year, ever since he’d seen her the first day of fall semester. She’d grown into a stunning woman over the summer, more-so than he’d ever seen any of his female students develop. She wasn’t overly endowed, but he found her breasts perfect. As he massaged her nipples through her shirt and bra, he found them extremely sensitive to his touch. “Are they always this sensitive?” He pinched one erect nipple.

“I don’t know,” Kelsey said. Her voice was quiet with arousal.

Hattrick pulled down the neck of her shirt below her breasts. “This is why you shouldn’t wear shirts this low cut. Some of us know just how far they’ll stretch.” He pulled her bra over her breasts then took one of her nipples into her mouth.

Kelsey inhaled. “Oh damn…”

Hattrick sucked on it gently and drug his tongue over it as it grew in his mouth. He switched to the other one, lavishing attention on it. He could only imagine how wet her pussy was getting and how easily his cock would slide into it.

Kelsey gripped his upper arms as she started to breathe heavily. “Hattrick…”

Hattrick pulled his mouth away from her nipple and inhaled deeply. “I should not be doing this. I apologize.”

Kelsey looked up at him. “If I didn’t want to do it, I would have told you to stop.”

“You said my name,” Hattrick said. “I thought you were telling me to stop.”

She shook her head. “It felt really good,” Kelsey said.

Hattrick kissed her mouth then the side of her face. He chuckled quietly. “You were ready for me to make you cum.”

Kelsey nodded.

Hattrick kissed her again and pulled her into a tight embrace. He could feel how ready she was for him. His cock was throbbing. He’d jerk off as soon as she left his office, but he wondered what she would do. Find someone else to fuck. Probably the first cock she ran into. Carl. The thought disgusted Hattrick. “Okay.”

“We’re going to fuck?” Kelsey looked at him.

Hattrick brushed a hand over his bulging erection. He was half-tempted to tell her yes. It would have been no effort to unzip his pants, lay her across his desk and plunge his throbbing cock into her pussy, except, he was her damned principal. It'd be a never-ending scandal if he were caught with his cock buried in a student. “No, but I’m going to help you get off so you can pay attention to your classes.” Hattrick walked around to his desk chair and sat down. “Come here.”

Kelsey walked around to him. “Is that the only reason?”

Hattrick pulled her into his lap until she was straddling him, then sunk lower to give her more lap. “Let’s not discuss my reasons.” He placed his hand on her lower back. “Down.”

Kelsey pressed down.

“Little bit forward,” Hattrick said.

Kelsey moved her hips forward.

Hattrick moved her skirt out of the way until it was her sensitive skin pressed against his pants and bulging erection. He pushed his hips upward. “You feel it?”

“Yeah,” Kelsey said. “But it’s not in me.”

“It doesn’t need to be in you,” Hattrick said. He reached around and squeezed her ass.

Kelsey instinctively pushed against his cock. “Oh…”

“There you go. Just rub against it as slow or fast as you want. Whatever feels good to you.” He kissed her as she started to move her hips. “You don’t have to worry about me at all.”

Kelsey shifted her hips, grinding gently against his bulging erection. It was an interesting sensation, but it didn't feel anything like having a cock buried in her pussy. There was no pressure and no slick friction as it was pumped in and out of her.

Hattrick massaged her ass and leaned his mouth next to her ear when she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder. “Feel good?” When she made a sound he knew was yes, Hattrick pushed upward with his hips. Her rhythm was so steady, he knew he could match it even though he wasn’t physically inside her. Every time she pushed against him, he pushed his hips upward, simulating a thrusting movement.

Kelsey started breathing heavier. She couldn’t believe how good he felt or how aroused she was. She ground onto his cock as tiny jolts of pleasure pulsed through her body.

Hattrick could feel her body tensing. Combined with her tiny, almost whining sounds, he knew she was close to orgasming. He sucked on her ear lobe. The throb in his cock was becoming a serious ache. “Think about how good my cock would feel as it slipped inside you. Head penetrating your tight pussy. Thrusting deep.”

Kelsey moaned as she pushed against his cock. Her eyes were starting to roll to the back of her head. “I want you to fuck me. Fill me with your cock.”

Hattrick wasn’t surprised by the admission. With her level of arousal, he was certain she wanted him to fuck the hell out of her. It was a line he was determined not to cross. The fact that he was allowing her to grind in his lap was too much, but he couldn’t deny that he was viciously attracted to her. And his attraction was growing the more she trembled. He reached down and brushed a finger against her clit. “Filling you. Stretching you tight until all you feel is my cock throbbing inside you.”

Kelsey pushed down, rubbing hard and fast against him.

“Just throbbing and thrusting. Balls slapping against you…” Hattrick had to cage his groan when he felt her freeze and jerk in his lap. He wrapped a hand around the back of her head, pushing her mouth against his suit jacket as she let loose what would have been a cinder-block echoing moan. His cock chose that exact moment to blow, sending cum spurting uncontrollably into his boxers. Hattrick grunted.

Kelsey collapsed against his body with a huge exhale and inhale. “Oh my god…”

Hattrick ran a hand down her back. He was certain he’d be changing his pants and his boxers in a few minutes. “Told you I’d help you cum.”

Kelsey lifted her head and kissed him. “Did you cum?”

“I’m sure I made a mess,” Hattrick said. He helped her out of his lap and stood. Looking down at his pants, it was as bad as he thought it would be. In addition to the mess he knew was in his pants, Kelsey had gushed all over him.

Kelsey looked down at his pants and gasped.

“That was you,” Hattrick said. “There’s a door on the back wall. It leads to another office and a bathroom. You can clean up in there.”

Kelsey walked through the door and through the back office. She found the bathroom easily enough and some clean washcloths. She washed her pussy and dried it on some paper towels before examining her shirt and skirt. They looked fine.

Hattrick was sitting at his desk when she walked back into his office. He turned his head. “Come here.”

Kelsey walked over to him.

He tugged her down and kissed her gently.

“Will we ever do that again?” Kelsey asked.

“I have no idea,” Hattrick said. “Try not to think too much on it. I’m not even sure what I think of it.”

Kelsey nodded. “How late am I to class?”

“Very,” Hattrick said. “It’s ten minutes until lunch. You might as well just hang out. I need to clean up. If I’m not out when the bell rings, just go to lunch. If I hear anything else about Greg, I will let you know.”

“Thanks,” Kelsey said.

Hattrick stood. “For the information or letting you orgasm in my lap?”

“Both,” Kelsey said.

Hattrick chuckled as he walked to the back door of his office and entered the unused rear office.


Lunch Tuesday at Grand Central



Kelsey’s head was still reeling as she walked down to the cafeteria. Greg was in jail, and she all but fucked the principal. What was she supposed to think of that? She didn’t know. What she did know was that she was no longer incredibly aroused. It was kinda nice considering she’d had a serious case of ‘fuck my pussy’ lately. No matter what cock was put in it, it just didn’t work. At least, not for very long. And Hattrick had done it without even penetrating her.

She didn’t see Carl when she entered the cafeteria. Knowing he had weight lifting prior, she thought he might be showering. Rather than wait, she entered the cafeteria line and got a tray of food. Today’s lunch was a bacon cheeseburger, French fries and a brownie. Kelsey ordered double fries and walked to a table in the back where very few kids sat.

She was dipping her hamburger in a pile of ketchup and eating it when Carl sat down across from her.

“How were your last two classes?” Carl asked before eating a French fry.

“Boring,” Kelsey said. “But Mr. Scatterplot offered to tutor me before or after school.”

“That’s something. Maybe you can get an A in there,” Carl said between bites of hamburger.

“I hope. What are you doing this evening?” Kelsey asked.

“Not much. I thought you were coming over after school,” Carl said.

“I am, but some things have happened, and I’ve been advised not to go home tonight,” Kelsey said.

“Anything you can tell me here?” Carl asked.

“Nope,” Kelsey said. “Not here.”

“I’ll just tell my mom you’re staying the night,” Carl said.

“Thanks,” Kelsey said.

“And I’ve been thinking. You should get copies of all your grades up to this point so we can go through them," Carl said.

“How is that going to help?” Kelsey asked.

“Well, if we know what classes you took and the grades, maybe we can come up with a plan to get you that 4.0," Carl said.

“I’ll go to the office after lunch and ask,” Kelsey said. “They should be able to print them.”

“I would think so. If not, I might be able to pull them up online,” Carl said.

“That’s good too,” Kelsey said.

They both looked up when someone slammed their hands down on the table. “Well, if it isn’t Kelsey and Carl.”

“Brittany,” Carl said. “What brings you to the back of the cafeteria? I thought you were more of a front of the room girl.”

“I heard a nasty little rumor about a man named Greg Black. Isn’t your last name Black, Kelsey?” Brittany asked.

“If you don’t know my last name, there’s no point in my telling it to you,” Kelsey said. “Get lost with your gossip. I don’t want to hear it, and I don’t care about a man getting arrested. His dumb-ass luck.”

“All right, but I thought you might want to clarify it before it got all over the school,” Brittany said.

“You heard her. She’s not entertaining any rumors today,” Carl said. “Get lost.” He shook his head as she walked away. “Unbelievable.”

“They can gossip and rumor all day as far as I care,” Kelsey said.

“I can’t believe she doesn’t know your last name. She’s known you for three years,” Carl said.

“She wanted me to say it in order to confirm her bullshit rumor,” Kelsey said.

“You know how those girls are,” Carl said. He smirked. “In fact, did you know we’ve been fucking for the last six months?”

“I did not know that,” Kelsey said. “Are we using condoms, or did you knock me up?”

“Apparently, I’ve knocked you up, and you’re hiding the pregnancy with girdles,” Carl said.

Kelsey laughed. “I guess I haven’t told you yet because you’re still talking to me.”

“Yeah. I guess I don’t know yet,” Carl said. “Cause I’m pretty sure I’d run the other way and start dating a cheerleader or some shit.”

Kelsey laughed. “Then, you could knock her up.”

“Damn. You guessed my semester goal. Knock up as many girls as possible before I leave for college.”

They both dissolved into a fit of laughter just as the bell sounded.

“I’ll meet you at the back doors,” Carl said. “After school.”

“I’ll be there.” Kelsey stood and picked up her tray. She threw it away as she walked out of the cafeteria doors.

Her next class was history with Mr. Victor. Kelsey sighed. Mr. Victor was voted the most boring teacher for the last five years. He was even worse than Mr. Ingles.

Kelsey grabbed her books. The class was in the room across from the office, which made it convenient since she needed to speak with the secretary about getting some unofficial transcripts. She walked up the stairs, down the hall and into the front office.

“Kelsey, what can I do for you?” the secretary asked.

“I forgot that I needed a copy of my grades for the last four years. Unofficial,” Kelsey said.

“I’m very busy right now, but you can get copies after class,” she said.

“That’s fine,” Kelsey said. “Thank you.”

Turning, she walked out of the office and across the hall to Mr. Victor’s classroom. Once again, she chose a seat against the back wall. As the other students filed in, she could hear them talking about an arrest made this morning. She inwardly groaned. Damned gossiping sluts.

“Kelsey,” a voice whispered as someone sat down next to her.

“What?” Kelsey asked.

“Did your uncle get arrested this morning?” the boy asked.

“No, he did not,” Kelsey said. “If my uncle got arrested this morning, I’d be at the police station, not sitting here.”

“Good point,” the boy said.

Kelsey sat through the history class with the same enthusiasm she had for her other classes. She was tempted to find another way to pass these classes that didn’t involve doing the work, but damned if she knew an alternate solution that didn’t involve paying a nerd a lot of money. Still, the thought was tempting, if she could find some money.

“I want you all to read and outline chapters one through three tonight and turn in the pages tomorrow,” Mr. Victor said as the class time wound down.

Kelsey rolled her eyes. Just what she needed, more homework. She wrote the assignment down in her notebook.

When the bell rang, she remained sitting. This class was overfull with juniors and seniors. Kelsey waited until most of them had left before getting up and walking out of the classroom. Instead of heading to her next class, she walked across the hall to the office.

“I have your unofficial transcripts,” the secretary said. She put them on the counter.

Kelsey grabbed the documents. “Thanks.”

As she walked to her next class, she realized her GPA wasn’t as good as she thought. She only had a 3.2. She thought she had a 3.3 for the last three and a half years and closer to a 3.5 for this semester. She needed a 4.0 for her entire high school career. She’d have to talk to every teacher for every previous class and try to get some extra credit after the fact. Kelsey knew it was a losing proposition, but she had little choice. Her only hope of remaining housed after the end of the school year was to get that scholarship.

Kelsey stopped abruptly in the hall as she contemplated the problem. The school year ended the second week of June. College didn't start until the middle of August “Shit," she said just as she felt someone run into her and place their hands on her shoulders.

“Sorry, Kelsey. I wasn’t expecting you to stop.”

Kelsey turned her head to view Principal Hattrick. She inhaled. “It’s my fault. I got lost in thought."

“Headed to your last class of the day?” he asked as he took a step closer to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Yeah. Last one,” Kelsey said. She glanced around the hall. There were students and teachers everywhere. Kelsey inwardly cursed.

“Relax. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Hattrick removed his arms from her.

Kelsey watched as he continued his trek down the hall. She walked into room 210 for her last class. This one was a study hall. Since she had her history books with her, she decided to knock out the homework assignment before she met up with Carl.


After School Tuesday with Carl



Kelsey grabbed her books out of her locker after study hall. She'd finished her history homework, and she knew Carl would submit it on the class page later tonight.

Once she had her bookbag packed, she walked up the side stairs. Most of the students had already walked out of the school. She knew most were getting in their parents' cars. The others were lingering in the parking lot. Kelsey hoped Carl was waiting by the doors because he hadn't shown up at his locker.

Kelsey stepped onto the landing and looked up the second half of the stairs. Hattrick was walking down them. She wrapped her arms around him when he stopped in front of her, heart beating too rapidly, indicating that she was far too excited to see him.

Hattrick kissed her deeply as he pulled her close to his body.

"Did you see Carl up there?" Kelsey asked between kisses.

"I think he's talking to Mr. Victor," Hattrick said as he slid his hands down her body until he could bunch her skirt and touch the bare skin of her thighs.

"I thought you said nothing below the belt," Kelsey said.

"I changed my mind." He kissed her mouth then the side of her face until he reached her ear. "Unless you're objecting," Hattrick said as he moved his hands higher up her thighs until he slipped his fingers between her soft lips so he could brush his thumb against her clit.

Kelsey inhaled. "No objections." She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. "I can't stop thinking about you since the office..."

"I know the feeling." Hattrick nudged her into a forgotten nook along the sidewall. It used to house a large trophy case, but the case had long since been removed and relocated to the Grand Central landfill. In its place was an empty five by five nook that most people didn't realize existed.

Hattrick pushed her against the far wall before claiming her mouth in another eager kiss. Once again, he was tempted to penetrate her so he could feel his cock deep inside her pussy. Instead of making the move to fuck her, he gently rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Kelsey squirmed slightly. She'd never had anyone touch her clit the way Hattrick was touching it. It was instant arousal. She slipped her hand into his pants and found his growing erection. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it from base to head. When it grew in her hand, she squeezed it and stroked it faster.

Hattrick grunted. "Oh yeah." His cock was hard and eager for her, but he still wasn't willing to put it in her. If they could wait three and a half weeks, he'd fuck the hell out of her after graduation.

Instead, he kneeled in front of her and lifted her skirt. It meant she was no longer able to reach his cock, but it needed a break before it made a mess. "Do not scream." He moved his mouth between her legs and licked her clit.

Kelsey inhaled. "Oh god... It's so sensitive." She leaned with her back against the wall.

Hattrick wrapped his lips around the growing bundle of nerves. As he brushed his tongue over her clit, it came out of its protective skin like a tiny erection.

Kelsey braced herself with one hand on his shoulder and one hand over her mouth as her arousal intensified. She couldn't help pushing against his lips as she moaned into her hand. She felt like she was about to orgasm.

Hattrick tapped his tongue against her clit.

Kelsey felt her body tense. She writhed between his mouth and the wall as she covered her mouth with both hands. Kelsey screamed into her hands as her orgasm finally broke free. It was so intense, it brought tears to her eyes.

Hattrick waited until she calmed before wiping his mouth with his handkerchief and standing. He kissed her deeply before lowering his pants slightly when he felt Kelsey stroke his cock.

Kelsey kneeled down in front of him and licked his head before taking his cock in her mouth.

Hattrick inhaled. "Damn that feels good." It'd been a while since he'd gotten a blowjob. His wife wasn't keen on them, and Hattrick wasn't keen on asking.

Kelsey slipped his cock deeper into her mouth while she stroked the lower part of his shaft. She could feel his eagerness as he started thrusting. Kelsey desperately wanted him to fuck her but understood why he wasn't. This was already too much. If anyone caught them like this, it would be their asses, but the thought didn't stop Kelsey from sucking him. He was so hard, and his cock was starting to pulse.

Hattrick grunted. "It's about to cum."

Kelsey pulled her mouth back.

Hattrick turned and stroked his cock vigorously until it blew. He braced himself with a hand on the wall while he orgasmed, sending cum splattering across the painted cinder-blocks. He inhaled once he was done and wiped his cock off with the handkerchief.

Hattrick pulled up his pants and fastened them before turning to Kelsey and pulling her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, letting their tongues intertwine. "Good enough for tonight?"

Kelsey grinned. "It was good. I orgasmed really hard."

"I saw." He wiped the dampness from her face with his shirt sleeve.

She looked at him. "Oh crap... was I..."

"Normal when you cum that hard." He kissed her again. "But we can't linger. Carl is probably done talking to Mr. Victor."

"I need to go find him," Kelsey said.

Hattrick released her.

Kelsey walked out of the nook and finished her trek up the stairs to the main floor and exterior doors. She found Carl just outside.

"Getting help?" Carl asked.

"I had to talk to Hattrick for a minute," Kelsey said.

"How was the conversation? You look a little flushed," Carl said.

"It was a little heated," Kelsey said. "It's okay. We came to an agreement."

"Don't argue with him too much. We still need him to sign our diplomas," Carl said. "I was stuck talking to Mr. Victor. He's about as entertaining as a wet pillow."

"That's my impression of him," Kelsey said as they walked toward Carl's car.

“Did you get your grades?” Carl asked.

“I have them,” Kelsey said. She opened the passenger's door and slid inside.

Carl got into the driver's side, closed the door and started the engine. “We'll take a look at those and make a plan,” he said as he backed out of the space. There was a line of cars to get out of the parking lot. “This might take a minute.”

“It's fine. Not like anyone is waiting on me,” Kelsey said.

“Speaking of that. What happened today that you couldn't talk about earlier?”

“My uncle was arrested the morning,” Kelsey said after making sure the windows were rolled up.

“Damn. Wait. I thought the cops would have wanted to question you,” Carl said.

“Nope. It's complicated, but I doubt they're even looking for me,” Kelsey said.

“And that's why you don't want to go home,” Carl said.

“The minute I go back to the house, they'll know I exist,” Kelsey said.

“I know there’s some shady shit in your past, but are you a runaway?” Carl asked.

“No,” Kelsey said. “I lived with my parents on the street for three years until Greg decided he wanted some company.”

“So, he just picked you up off the street?” Carl asked.

“Yes,” Kelsey said.

“Where are your parents?” Carl asked.

“I have no idea, and I’m not eager to find out,” Kelsey said. “They were alcoholics and drug addicts. That’s how we ended up on the street. They didn’t pay rent.”

“Well, shit,” Carl said. “I did talk to my mom earlier, and she said you could spend the night. But I didn’t say anything about the rest of the week.”

“It’s fine. I’ll work it out,” Kelsey said.

“I’ll talk to her as soon as she gets home,” Carl said. “I don’t think you’d end up in juvy, but I think them finding you would fuck up this semester.”

“Which I don’t need,” Kelsey said.

“Yeah, you need to finish, get your diploma and get into college,” Carl said. “I don’t think this is a problem. She met your uncle once and thought he was fucking creepy. Her words.”

“Are you serious?” Kelsey asked as Carl finally got to pull out onto the street.

“Very. She does not like him, but she likes you,” Carl said.

“When does she get home?” Kelsey asked.

“About seven. She’s working second,” Carl said.

“What about your dad?” Kelsey asked.

“Business trip,” Carl said.

“Again? Wasn’t he just on one over the holidays?” Kelsey asked.

“He was,” Carl said. “His job is ridiculous. However, if you ask me, it isn’t the job. His business trips have doubled over the last three months.”

“Affair?” she asked.

“I’m pretty sure,” Carl said. “I’m pretty sure mom suspects too, but as long as he keeps paying the bills and giving her money…”

“Whatever works, I guess,” Kelsey said.

“I’ll be out at the end of the semester. Same as you,” Carl said. “I don’t care what they do at this point.” He turned into his driveway and parked in front of the garage. “Case-de-Carl.”

Kelsey laughed as she opened her door and stepped out. “Back door or front door?”

“Back door,” Carl said. He grabbed his bookbag out of the back then he saw hers. “You forgot your bookbag.” He grabbed it.

“Shit,” Kelsey said as she stepped onto the back porch.

“I have it.” Carl handed it to her before unlocking the back door. He opened it and walked inside.

Kelsey followed him inside and closed the door behind them.

“Beer, wine, vodka?” Carl asked as he opened the refrigerator.

“Beer,” Kelsey said.

Carl handed her a beer before grabbing one for himself. “I can order a pizza now, or mom will probably order one for delivery right when she gets home.”

“I can wait,” Kelsey said.

“If you get hungry….” He led them upstairs to his large bedroom.

Kelsey tossed her bag on the floor. “I’ll let you know.”

“Do you have a lot of homework?” Carl asked.

“Too much. The only thing I managed to do during study hall was history,” Kelsey said.

“That’s all I managed to do. We can work on the rest of it together, but first I want to see those grades.”

Kelsey pulled the transcripts out of her bag and handed them to Carl. “They’re not as good as I remember.”

“Mostly B’s and C’s. Those C’s are going to be tough,” Carl said.

“What are they in?” Kelsey asked. “I only glanced at it.”

“sex-ed.” He laughed. “How did you get a C in sex-ed?”

“Didn’t understand the material,” Kelsey said.

“Your sex-ed teacher is now the girl’s volleyball Coach,” Carl said. “And one of the football Coached.”

“That’s kinda disturbing,” Kelsey said.

“You should fuck him for the A. Show him you know how the parts work,” Carl said, then laughed.

Kelsey laughed. “I don’t think so. What are the rest of them?”

“Physics. Algebra I,” Carl said. “The rest are B’s. It’s a decent overall GPA though but nowhere near a 4.0.”

“I know,” Kelsey said. "If I didn't need that scholarship, I'd be impressed. I didn't really attend school prior to Grand Central."

"I think you've done well," Carl said. "I remember you being really behind freshman year."

"I was. Hattrick was just kind enough to admit me and let me take extra classes before and after school," Kelsey said.

"How'd that work?" Carl asked. "I didn't know they taught classes before and after school."

"Most of it was with Hattrick," Kelsey said. "But also the Vice Principal and a few other teachers.

"I haven't seen the Vice Principal in forever," Carl said.

"I think he was fired last year," Kelsey said. "I don't think he's been replaced."

"I heard a rumor he was showing his dick off," Carl said.

"That would do it," Kelsey said.

“Anyway, I think you should ask them all for extra credit to get to the next higher grade,” Carl said. “But I don’t know what to do about getting the C’s all the way to A’s.”

“I don’t either, and there’s not much time left,” Kelsey said.

“Three and a half weeks,” Carl said. He handed the pages back to her after copying the information into a notebook. “It might be doable, but it’s not going to be easy.”

Kelsey pulled out her books and notebooks for today’s classes. She put the grades back into her bag.

“So statistics was the worst?” Carl asked.

“Followed by English,” Kelsey said.

“Let’s knock those out first.” He sat down next to her with his books and notebooks.

“Does this stuff have to be turned in on the computer?” Kelsey asked.

“Probably, but let’s do it by hand. Then, I’ll enter it into the class website,” Carl said. He took a drink of his beer before opening his statistics book and notebook.

Kelsey opened her notebook, then took a drink of her beer. “I still can’t believe they allow you to drink.”

“They don’t want me to go nuts when I’m 21,” Carl said. He opened his assignment notebook. “All right. Let’s knock this out. I’ll double-check all your other homework too.”

“I haven’t turned it in online,” Kelsey said. “There’s no computer at... my uncle’s house.” She’d almost said Greg’s house.

“It’s fine. If you did it, there will be a grade. These guys are pretty good about that,” Carl said. “You read it out loud, and I’ll take notes and think,” Carl said.

Kelsey started reading the chapter. She had to pause every fifth word. "Jesus, I swear this dickwad author used a thesaurus."

“No joke,” Carl said. “What are the questions at the end?”

Kelsey flipped to the end and read the questions.

“Damn. Let me look these up online,” Carl said. “These will take hours to do otherwise.”

Kelsey stretched out across the floor while Carl started looking up the questions online and printing out the information.

“I think I got it.” Carl picked up the papers and returned to the floor.

Kelsey sat up and picked up her pen and started writing as Carl read the explanations to the questions.

They finished the end of the chapter questions forty-five minutes later.

Carl sat the written pages on his desk before sitting down in his chair. He logged into his account and pulled-up the class page. “Looks like he has a fill in the blank page for the answers.” Carl filled in his answers before relinquishing his chair to Kelsey.

Kelsey sat down and entered her answers into the page and submitted it. “I hope that works.”

“We did so much damned research, if we don’t both get A’s on that assignment, I’m arguing it in class,” Carl said.

Kelsey stood and stretched. “That was unreal. I’m not even in the mood to do anything else.”

“Neither am I. I’m glad we did that first.” He turned his head when he heard the front door open.

“Carl, are you home?”

Yeah. Up in my room,” Carl said.

He and Kelsey ran out of his room and down the stairs.

“I was going to order Papa Johns. Is that okay?” Maggie asked.

“That’s fine,” Carl said. “I have a favor to ask.”

“What is it?” she asked.

“Kelsey’s uncle in on a bender. I guess it’s pretty serious. She’s willing to go home tomorrow, but I’m worried about it.”

“A bender. Like he’s doing nothing but drinking?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah,” Kelsey said.

“Don’t go home tomorrow. Just stay here.” She paused. “In fact, aren’t you two going to the town fair this weekend?”

“We are,” Carl said.

“Just stay till after the fair,” Maggie said.

“Are you sure?” Kelsey asked.

“Positive. No telling what your drunk uncle might do to you. You’re safer here,” she said. “And we have a guest room, so it’s no problem.”

“I appreciate it,” Kelsey said.

“I’ll see if I can find you some clothes to sleep in and some for tomorrow,” she said.

“Thanks, mom,” Carl said.

“Not a problem. I’m going to order the pizza. It should be here in about 45 minutes. I’ll come up and get you,” she said.

Carl and Kelsey walked back into his room. Carl closed the door. “Does that work?”

“It’s better than I had hoped. Hopefully, I can go back to my house Sunday,” Kelsey said.

“We’ll drive by. If it’s crawling with police or crime tape, we’ll figure something else out,” Carl said.

Kelsey lept forward and hugged him tightly.

Carl wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her face. When she turned her mouth towards his, he kissed her.

Kelsey kissed him back before she realized what they were doing. “Oh shit.” She took a step back.

“Crap,” Carl said. “We agreed to not do that.”

“We’re just supposed to be friends,” Kelsey said.

Yeah. Sorry,” Carl said. “But we agreed to that when I was dating Joanne.”

“Did you guys break up?” Kelsey asked.

“She was jealous of the time I spend with you. She gave me an ultimatum just before spring break,” Carl said. “I told her to get lost.”

“You broke up? I thought you liked her,” Kelsey said.

“I did,” Carl said. “She’s cool, but I’m not going to ignore you because she’s insecure.”

“What did your mom say?” Kelsey asked. “I know she liked her.”

“Good riddance. She likes you better,” Carl said.

Kelsey laughed. “Well, then…”

“So, if you want to ignore that no kissing thing we agreed on,” Carl said. “We’re not stepping on anyone's toes, and I’m not cheating.”

Kelsey sat on the edge of the bed. “We should really be doing English right now before the pizza gets here.”

“We don’t have time to do English,” Carl said. “The pizza will be here in 30 minutes. We’ll have to do it after we eat.”

“Good point. So… You’re thinking we should maybe try out those rumors?” she asked.

“That I knocked you up, or that we’re dating?” Carl asked.

“That we’re dating,” Kelsey said.

“Might as well.” Carl took a step forward, leaned down and kissed her.

Kelsey leaned back on the bed. When Carl moved atop her and deepened the kiss, she didn’t resist. Instead, she untucked his shirt.

Carl toed off his shoes before moving his mouth to her ear. “Shoes.”

Kelsey slipped out of her flats and scooted back on the bed.

Carl slid his hands under her shirt. “My mom is going to give you the guest room, but she doesn’t come up here in the morning. She goes into the kitchen and makes coffee. However, we have to be downstairs no later than seven-thirty.” He slid his hands higher, pushing her bra over her breasts.

“You want me to sleep with you?” Kelsey asked between kisses.

“If you want to,” he said as he began massaging the soft flesh.

They both turned their heads to the door when his mom yelled that the pizza was here.

Kelsey grinned. "That was fast."

"It's right down the street. It never takes the entire 30 minutes." Carl removed himself from atop her and straightened his shirt. “It's just a good thing we weren’t farther along.”

“I agree.” Kelsey straightened her bra and pulled her shirt down. She followed Carl out of the room and down the stairs to the dining room once he had his shirt on.

“Studying hard?” his mom asked as they sat down at the table. The pizza, breadsticks, cheese sticks and boneless wings were in the middle of the table. Plates were already set out.

“English. We have the world’s most boring essay to write,” Carl said.

“On what?”

“Pilgrim’s Journey or something like that,” Carl said.

“Oh. That’s an awful book,” she said. “We had to read that when I was in high school.”

“It’s bad,” Kelsey said as she grabbed a couple pieces of pizza and some cheese sticks.

“Well, I’ve prepared the guest room down the hall and found some clothes for you for the rest of the week,” Maggie said.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Kelsey said.

“Have you heard from your uncle?” Maggie asked.

“Thankfully, no,” Kelsey said. “And I really appreciate you letting me stay here this week.”

“Not a problem,” she said. “We’re glad to have you.”

“Is dad coming home this week?” Carl asked.

“If he is, it’ll be late this weekend,” she said. “He sent me an email this morning, but it didn’t say when he’d be home.”

“You ever thought about hiring a private detective?” Carl asked.

“I have,” she said. “And I may be late Friday getting home. I scheduled an appointment with one.”

“A private detective?” Kelsey questioned.

“He’s not being honest,” Maggie said. “And I was an idiot and signed a prenup because he was already quite wealthy when I met him. If I can prove he’s having an affair, I’ll walk away with more than half. That clause is in the contract. I forced it in.”

“Wow,” Kelsey said.

“That’s probably more than you wanted to know,” she said.

“Well, I wondered why he was never home while I was here. Sometimes, I stay pretty late,” Kelsey said.

“I think he’s having an affair and his business trips are simply excuses,” she said. “But I want to find out for sure. I don’t have any direct evidence. I’m guessing the prenup has made him extremely cautious.” She paused. “But enough of that. Carl, have you told Kelsey you broke up with that cheerleader?”

“I have,” Carl said. “And I think… We’re going to try dating officially.”

“Good,” Maggie said.

Kelsey ate her pizza, cheese sticks and boneless chicken wings.

“I guess we better get back to studying,” Carl said once he was finished eating.

Kelsey drank the rest of her diet Coke and stood. "They loaded us up tonight. You'd think tomorrow was Saturday."

"Try not to burn your brains up too bad. You still need them for college," Maggie said as she watched them walk out of the kitchen.



Up Late on a School Night



Carl closed the door to his room while Kelsey got her English book and notebook out of her bookbag and put away the statistics books.

“Have you read that stupid book?” Kelsey asked.

“Most of it. I think I can get up to 500 words,” Carl said as he sat down next to her. He opened his notebook. “This was a theme essay? Do you remember?”

“I think so. It sounded like we had to write a vague overview,” Kelsey said.

“All right. Let me see what I can write,” Carl said.

Kelsey sprawled out across the floor while Carl wrote. She reached out and grabbed the ultra-boring book and flipped to the first page. After reading what she presumed was the first paragraph, she groaned. “This is even more horrible tonight.”

“It’s bad,” Carl said as he continued to write.

“I can’t even tell if this is the first paragraph,” Kelsey said.

“The one that starts, ‘As I walked through the wilderness’?” Carl asked.

“Yeah,” Kelsey said.

“I couldn’t make heads or tales of that either,” Carl said. “Did you read the author’s apology?”

“Part of it,” Kelsey said. “He should have titled it ‘self-righteous poem from a pompous ass’.”

“I wasn’t thrilled with it either,” Carl said. He sat his pen down a minute later. “All right. Read this.”

Kelsey took the paper and read it. “It makes more sense than the book.”

“Does it help you with yours?” Carl asked.

“Yeah. I can write mine off this,” Kelsey said. She sat up and grabbed her notebook. While skimming Carl’s assignment, she wrote her own 500-word essay. “Here.” She handed it to him.”

“Let me turn these in. Did we have anything else?” Carl asked.

“Not that I remember. I already did history,” Kelsey said.

“So did I.” He sat down at his computer and opened his account. After going into the course page, he found the assignment and typed his essay. Then, he typed Kelsey's essay into the box.

Kelsey stretched out across the bed and glanced at the clock. “It’s almost ten.”

“I’m not surprised. My mom should be going to bed pretty soon,” Carl said.

“Is she really going to get a private detective?” Kelsey asked.

“If that’s what she said, that’s what she’s doing,” Carl said. “It’s rare for her not to follow through when she says she’s doing something.” He logged out of the school website and stood just as his mom knocked on his door. Carl walked over and opened it.

“I’m going to bed. If you need anything from downstairs, feel free to get it,” Maggie said.

“Thanks,” Carl said. He looked down when his mom placed something in his hand. It was a condom. “Mom…”

“Have a good night,” she said. “Love you.”

“Love you,” Carl said and closed his bedroom door. He smirked as he walked over to the bed. “She gave me a present.” He tossed the condom to Kelsey.

Kelsey laughed. “Is that permission?” She asked as she looked at the condom.

“Kinda,” Carl said. He slid onto the bed next to her. “She doesn’t want any accidents.”

“Well, no accidents here,” Kelsey said. “I’ve been on the pill for the last three years.”

“No kidding. Why?” Carl asked.

“Good ole Uncle Greg thinks the same way,” Kelsey said. “So I keep them in my bag and take them every morning before school.”

“Have you had sex?” Carl asked.

Kelsey contemplated the question. She doubted Carl needed to know her full sexual history. It’d likely intimidate him, especially if he knew the football players were paying her for it. Although, she wasn’t sure how he didn’t know. She wasn’t exactly keeping it a secret. She just wasn’t fucking them in the halls. “Well, once. It was a get rid of the virginity problem kinda thing,” Kelsey said, hoping that would satisfy his curiosity.

“Was that before or after sex-ed?” Carl asked.

“After,” Kelsey said. “With a football player in the locker room after a game.”

“I’m kinda impressed,” Carl said. “Did you like it?”

“Nope. But I got rid of the virginity problem,” Kelsey said. “What about you?”

“Couple times. Mostly with that cheerleader,” Carl said. “It was nothing to write home about.”

“You sure?” Kelsey asked as she rolled over onto her side.

“Positive,” Carl said. He leaned forward and kissed her.

“Were you looking for something to write home about?” Kelsey asked between kisses.

“I thought you might want another attempt to see if you like it,” Carl said. He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor before removing his shirt.

Kelsey unfastened his pants and watched as he took them off but left his boxers on. She wondered if he was trying to hide his wares, which was ridiculous, considering she’d know exactly how big he was the minute he stuck it in her pussy.

Carl removed her bra before leaning over her and taking each of her nipples into his mouth.

Kelsey inhaled. He wasn't as good as Hattrick, but this was the only cock she was getting tonight.

Carl kissed his way down her stomach to her underwear. He pulled them down and realized she was completely shaved. “You shave this?”

“I don’t like the way the hair looks,” Kelsey said.

“No complaints from me.” He moved between her legs and separated her pussy lips with his fingers before locating her clit. He drug his tongue across it.

Kelsey wished he’d just stick his cock in her. Her clit was already satisfied, but instead of telling him to fuck her, she continued her semi-virgin routine. “What is that?”

“Your clit,” Carl said. “You’ve never touched it?”

“No,” Kelsey said. “How did you even know it was there?”

“I read the sex-ed book. The class skipped over this,” Carl said. He licked it again before placing his lips over it.

Kelsey squirmed. “I don’t know about this.” She was going to tell him to stop if he didn’t get good at this fast. Hattrick had already spoiled her. Not only had he sucked on it, but she had cum hard and fast against his mouth

Carl held her hips down and started rubbing his tongue over the swelling bundle of nerves.

Kelsey closed her eyes and envisioned Hattrick between her legs, sucking and licking her clit, like he had in the hall. She clenched the sheets at her sides as she started to writhe. Every nerve in her body was becoming overwhelmed with pleasure, and she had to stop herself from yelling out the wrong name as her entire body froze then spasmed. Kelsey let out a high pitched scream of pleasure.

Carl moved from between her legs to her mouth and kissed her deeply, mostly to get her to stop screaming so she wouldn’t wake his mom.

Kelsey exhaled then inhaled. “Oh whoa. What was that?”

Carl chuckled. “I think you orgasmed.”

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

Carl pulled his cock out of his boxers and stroked it a couple times while they kissed. “Ready to feel it?”

“Yeah,” Kelsey said.

Carl guided his cock slowly into her pussy. To his surprise, it slid in easily.

“Oh wow,” Kelsey said.

“Feel good?” Carl asked as he started pumping in and out of her.

“Yeah,” she said.

“If you move with me, it feels a lot better,” Carl said as he started thrusting faster.

Kelsey did her best to meet his thrusts, but he was erratic, so much so that all she could do was lay on the bed and let him fuck her pussy until he came. She didn’t expect to orgasm again. Of course, her mind drifted to Hattrick and his voice telling her how badly he wanted to slip his cock into her pussy and fuck her until they came. The thought of Hattrick blowing a load inside her nearly sent her over the edge.

Carl grunted when he felt her pussy get tighter around his cock. “Try not to scream this time.” When he felt the need to release, he pistoned faster.

Kelsey covered her mouth with her hands. Still thinking about Hattrick sinking his cock deep into her pussy. She wanted to hear him groaning and panting as he worked his cock in and out of her. Moaning, Kelsey arched on the bed as she was overcome with another orgasm.

Carl grunted and pushed deep inside her right as he felt his cock cum. He inhaled a second later. “Damn.” Carl kissed her gently. “How’d that feel?”

“I think I orgasmed again,” Kelsey said.

He chuckled. “I think you did too.”

She wrapped her arms around him. “It felt really good.”

“I think that was the best it’s ever felt for me.” He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.

“So, we’re dating?” Kelsey asked.

“Oh yeah. We are definitely dating,” Carl said. “But we should probably shower and sleep.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Kelsey asked.

“There’s a bathroom attached to each bedroom,” Carl said.

Kelsey slid off the bed. “Down the hall?”

“Last door that way.” Carl pointed. “That’s the guest bedroom. It has a private bath.”

Kelsey grabbed her clothes and slowly stepped into the hallway. If Maggie was in the hallway, she didn't want to accidentally run into her while she was naked. Kelsey didn't see anyone, so she walked down the hall to the last door and opened it. No one was in the bedroom, and she could see the bed was freshly made.

Kelsey walked inside and closed the door behind her. She found the bathroom after opening all three doors. After dropping her clothes in the laundry basket, she turned on the shower. There were towels already on the towel bar, and washcloths folded on the vanity.

Kelsey stepped inside the shower and washed thoroughly before rinsing. Upon stepping out, she grabbed a towel and dried herself in front of the mirror before wrapping the towel around her body and walking into the bedroom. She didn't see any clothes on the bed. With everything else in the bedroom and bathroom having been laid out so neatly, Kelsey almost expected a nightgown or long t-shirt to be on the bed. Since it wasn't there, she checked the dresser.

Opening the top drawer revealed some cotton panties that looked new. Kelsey slid them on before locating an extra-large t-shirt in the second drawer. She put it on and walked over to the bed. It looked like a full-sized mattress. She laid down, buried herself in the blankets, falling asleep quickly.

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