Back 2 School and a BJ

Date: 10/25/2016

I remember I was apparently back in high school. It was the end of the school day and my friend (who looked a bit like Emilie but I think I just made her up) were supposed to be leaving. The section of school we were in looked like the old RE department except once you turned the corner you ended up in this huge long corridor. My friends dad came to pick her up and he was being really flirty and insisting to her that they wait for me. My friend was getting increasingly stroppy so I thought I'd better hurry up. I went into the long corridor where my tray apparently was - there was a rack of them hanging out by some artwork. Each form room seemed to have their own racks and as I was getting my bag, one of the Mulvanny twins happened to stop by to grab his. He took his bag out of his designated tray and then stopped to look at me with a very serious expression on his face. Then he grabbed me and kissed me for all he was worth. "You look really nice today." He told me, always the gentleman, and then disappeared from sight. Returning to my friend and her dad, my tray discarded on the floor and my bag in my arms, we used the door at the opposite end of the RE corridor, pushing out into a huge muddy field that seemed to stretch for miles. "Where am i supposed to go.?" My friend was screeching, running as though that might stop her feet from connecting with the muddy ground below. "This way? Oh, obviously not that way." I glanced up from my own struggle at this point. Apparently embarrassed by his flirtatious behaviour, my friend had stayed as far away as possible from her father and had accidently stumbled to the edge of a puddle. This was no ordinary puddle though; this puddle took up an exorbitant amount of field and got so deep in the middle that it was black. My friend had stopped woth the toes of her shoes jutting out over the edge of the puddle and she was looking down at it like it had singlehandedly ruined her day. Her dad caught up to her and started to look around for another route. Meanwhile, I'd taken a different path in the hopes of avoiding a similar situation, but ended up in one anyway. The puddle stretching before me was much bigger than theirs and I desperately looked for a way out. We eventually made it over the field and to the school's main gates. Teenagers were everywhere now, making their way out of these gates and piling onto a huge coach apparently built to house every student. We did the same, including my friend's father. On the bus, boys flicked around us, one being so bold as to put his hand on my upper thigh and squeeze. I opened my legs a little for him and his hand slid up further, his fingers brushing me through my underwear and making me shiver. My friend's dad saw this and watched with bright eyes, trying to get a glimpse up my tiny grey preated skirt. When the bus dropped me off at home it was my mother's house and she was there dressed in a witch outfit; you know, all flowing ragged skirts and a pointy hat. There was a knock at the door and when I answered it it was the friend's dad, claiming to be a lawyer. My mum lunged out of the doorway behind me to try and get rid of him, but after a quiet conversation wherein I made myself small at the back of the porch, mum was convinced that he was genuine and set off up the street to fetch something (whatever she had to frtch was apparently in a neighbours house). When she was out of the driveway, my friends dad shut the door and leaned against the wall beside it, so that if my mother were to decidr to look back, she wouldn't be able to see us from her vantage point. The dad was very tall and very skinny and he had short dirty blonde hair that stood on end out from his head. To keep with the lawyer image he was wearing a two piece suit and tie. He clasped his hands together, looked deep into my eyes and said "Fuck me." "But mum's on her way back." I insisted. "Please." He begged. "Please." And just to shoe how serious he was, he pulled his cock out of the zipper of his pants. Now confronted with a penis, my resolved drained away and I pointed a stern finger up into his face. A glance outside revealed my mother was about to start walking back. "Fine! I can suck your cock for now. You'll have to find another way if you wanna fuck." The man looked eternally grateful and I bent down to my knees with one last glance out the window. Then I put his cock in my mouth and he moaned and gripped the back of my head, tugging my hair. As I heard the gate open at the bottom of the driveway I pulled away and he crammed it back into his pants. My mother arrived back at the door, looking suspicious, but we'd distanced ourselves and he had smartly engaged me in casual conversation. She didn't suspect a thing.