Chapter 23

“Okay, Sister Teressa, we have reason to believe you’re packing! I need you to turn around slowly and put your hands on the car.” Stacy’s man voice was nothing short of silly, but she drew her fake pistol for effect. Jasmine shoved me into position.

“But, I’m a lady of the house of bosoms, I’d never be breaking the law.” My lady’s voice wasn’t fooling anyone either, but I stayed in character, enjoying the fun.

I was leaning with my hands on the trunk of the nearby car. Jasmine started patting me down while Stacy held me at gunpoint. “Don’t even blink your eyes Sister Chesty, looks like you’re concealing something.” With that Jasmine kicked my feet further apart and reached around the front of my body. She grabbed my crotch and added, “Sure enough Mack, looks like the sister has got a pistol.”

Jasmine’s hand gripped my cock as she spoke. “What do we have here, a 47 magma?”

I laughed twice as hard at Jasmine’s funny man voice as I did at her lack of gun knowledge. “Don’t you mean, 45 magnum? Officer Grab Macock.”

Suddenly, Jasmine flipped up the back of my costume and took me by the hips. She drove her hips forward into my exposed ass like she was fucking me. Then, I saw a flash from Stacy’s camera. “My word, someone is going to pay a fortune for this picture.”

Jasmine’s hand took hold of my balls for a second before she lowered my robe. As she removed her hand, her fingers traced up through my ass crack, sending my dick skyward. “Great, now I have a tent,” I spoke as I turned around red-faced. My dick sticking straight out under my nun dress.

After another flash from Stacy’s camera, the two girls gave a hi-five and laughed. “Don’t they teach you in nun school to wear undergarments?” Stacy was turning into quite the joker.

As we turned to follow the kids, who started heading toward the next house, Jasmine reached around my chest from behind. With both of my huge foam tits in her hands, she whispered in my ear. “I’m developing a habit for you, sister. Wait until I get you back to headquarters, I’m going to handcuff you and treat you like a criminal.”

What did she mean by that? I stumbled after the girls trying to keep my weapon concealed from the kids.

Stacy couldn’t let it die. “I can’t believe you had the balls to not wear underwear. Oh, wait, yes I can, I see them right here.” She laughed and pointed to her camera’s viewer. Jasmine giggled, touched Stacy’s ass, and gave me a seductive smirk.

While I fumbled in my locker for books, Jasmine whispered in my ear, “Forty-Seven days until Christmas vacation.”

I turned around and faced her. Jasmine’s long shirt hugged her round tits and hips. It looked like a short dress on her—nothing but sexy, tan legs sticking out the bottom. I loved no school uniform day. My dick reacted with a thump, while my mind wished she was ugly. If Jasmine had terrible breath, pimples all over her face, or something that I could dislike about her, that would make it easier not to be attracted to her.

Jasmine took me by my shoulders and switched places with me. She stood with her back to my locker and pulled me close. “Joe, I need you to help me with Stacy. I can’t explain everything now, and I don’t know when, but Stacy needs a good lay. A stiff dick. She thinks she’s in love with me, and as much as I love doing her, I don’t want a girlfriend. You have to help me.”

Jasmine gripped my ass with both hands and pulled my groin into hers. She put her open mouth over mine and let her tongue dive in. My dick stiffened as my hands slipped under her shirt. I searched for underwear or even a thong, but I only found her glorious flesh. “My, oh my, you didn’t?”

Jasmine moved her face back. I said, “You bad girl.” My face spelled out my utter amazement for the girl’s seductive nature. She had power over me, and she knew it.

Jasmine’s expression was that of someone who knew she could break me like cheap china. I wanted to hate her, but the truth was, I was crazy about Jasmine. She melted me with a look or a touch, and she always left me amazed at how special she was. That is if she wasn’t crazy?

“Remember, you have to help me.” As Jasmine walked away, she lifted the back of her skirt just far enough so I could see the round bottom of her ass peeking out.

There aren’t words to describe the impact of that sexual creature on a teenage boy’s mind. Of course, the effect on my cock could easily be measured. I limped off to class, hoping nobody would notice. I want to hate her.

I was so horny the rest of the day that I would have beat off at school if it wasn’t for “Whackin’ Willy.” Poor guy got caught two years ago, and even though most of us don’t know him, we all still talk about it.

I wondered why Jasmine hadn’t used the time at the Halloween party to work something out with Stacy and me? The party was a disappointment for me. I guess my excitement and expectations were so high that I was doomed to be let down. But, I never expected to have been abandoned by Stacy and Jasmine. I sat on the couch, mostly by myself, realizing that I was still just a freshman. Although, I did have a great time trick or treating with the girls, especially Jasmine. The time helped me to feel like I knew her a little bit better.