Episode 355: SOGGYSTYLE

“Rain, rain, go away!”

Counsellor Piper Cherry found a moment to herself after showing off so extravagantly over the last hour. Having worn a microfiber pair of white leggings that sucked into every pore of her flesh, then getting them wet she was making her boldest move yet concerning attire. Her golden-brown tan was so vibrant that to the trained eye she was nude. Sheer! Sheer! Disappear! She had to choose the one day since she began working at Horton-Dexter that involved a much-needed rainstorm. The last three weeks it had been bone dry and hotter than hades during a fish fry. “Looks to me like it’s here to stay.” The rain was not letting up.

Leaning her shoulder against the glass separation of Horton-Dexter’s front entrance, just beyond the turnstile she let out a sigh of depression. “I wonder if tonight’s football game will be rained out. I mean it’s not even noon yet, it could let up. Might be a mud wrestling match come tonight though. Being a former Atlanta Falcon I know very well that rain doesn’t stop athletes. I suppose we just wait it out or wade it out.”

Primping at her slowly drying clothes that clung to every goosebump like a second skin, she shivered over the tingles. “It’s fun teasing in my transparent tights but I’m going to get a cold with all of these atmospheric switches. Sweaty one minute, cold from soggy clothing the next.”

In this temporary solace thoughts raced. She had so very much gone on as of late. Promises made, events planned, everything from the McKellen birthday bash, shopping for gifts, football games, ordering things for her Piper Shrine upstairs, dealing with her nephew Mace and his overactive hormones, there was no let up. Keeping busy felt wonderful but she could really use a vacation.

“Ha! Only on the job three weeks and I’m thinking Vegas. I suppose that poker run up to Gatlinburg with Horace Tart would be a nice out of town trip. I really need to talk to the girls about joining me on that. Josie was in at poker, Mimi should be easy too. I wonder if Mavis and Jaye might want to join us. Too soon for Chandra. Oh, Marci might. Jin Zellers might too.”

Sure, it would be fun to escape yet again, but she had just done that in moving to Nashville to find a purpose. A fresh outlook on life where she could breathe and be herself instead of what others wanted her to be a top priority. This was home now. New friends, new lovers, new career, new ... just new!

“It’s so peaceful watching the rain come down so hard. Traffic is next to none to even distract attention away from the falling showers. Makes me want to take a nap. I should look up Carl my gut says he went up to the third floor to figure out my romper room idea. I hope he follows through with my plans I’d love to feel as if it’s my home away from home now that I don’t have to run extension cords for power.

“Although, he’s not being very merciful in letting me pay the utilities by turning the upstairs back on. I know he’s thinking five steps ahead to keep the school from scandal which I totally understand. My making a trip sometime this week to another school will help me grasp the how and why Carlos is letting us get away with murder.” She shivered at the word, her ex-husband one of those murderers. “It’s going to be nice to have those creature comforts once I’ve redecorated the upstairs.” Room service!

“Everything I do is a risk these days. If my parents found out I was fucking students, they would disown me more than they’ve alienated me since Davon’s conviction trial. Every move I make is wrong but dang it so much fun. There is no way Carl, no matter how much pull he has behind the scenes can keep me, any of us, safe forever. I really should question him more but I’m afraid our friendship will tank if I get too nosey.

“I have that icky Superintendent Bolger to help protect us but is even he enough? I have to say it, but it feels as if Carl in his military days might have been like Black Ops. I mean, even the police department is backing him in some fashion, or they wouldn’t have nailed us in lockup last weekend. We really should be in court over the indecent exposure charges, but after the cops used us for sex, they really can’t risk their own scandal. How deeply does this go?” As if on instinct she peered down at her thighs and sucked in her tummy to see her cameltoe. “Deep enough!”

Thunder vibrating the glass she sighed heavily out of boredom. “Bell has to be ready to ring here soon, I think I’ve been standing here twenty minutes. I really should at least make a few rounds. There are quite a few faculty members I’ve yet to even be introduced to. Drivers Education guy Drake something or other, Sex Ed cutie Mallory Unger has potential and the right subject matter to be a part of my Cunt Crew.

“I have to admit it’s interesting helping people like Mimi and Mavis step out of their shadows and see their sexuality more. Mimi becoming drawn to Carl’s authority in a BDSM kind of way is a shocker, but she is meek and susceptible to being submissive. I’m curious what Carl has in mind there. I’m sure now that his wife has given him her blessing, he might even take a step forward and claim her outside of here. That, or pass Mimi off to Kevin.” Only if Officer Anson Potter gives up his cruel ownership ideas.

Considering the nerdy Spanish teacher’s shy nervous demeanor, she hissed through the corner of her mouth. “Kev has to grow some balls before that can happen. Maybe I should work on building him up, but again I kind of think that’s what Carl’s true intention is. I better leave that situation to him.” Thoughts lost all over again Piper just couldn’t move. She even found herself humming along to Creedence Clearwater Revival’s song Have You Ever Seen the Rain. Yawwwwn! Saved by the bell!

Remaining vigil at the door Piper observed the classrooms switching it up for a nomadic travel to their next subject. Glad to be off in her own little world at the moment she simply watched them scramble like mice looking for cheese, going to lockers, restroom breaks, then inevitably to next period classes. What she did notice was Angus Furlong walking with Robin Banks and Dakota McKellen as if he had both girls under his thumb. Of course, he did. “And Counsellor makes three. Mavis Hale four!”

She rather liked fucking Angus herself; he was damn good up in detention. “Thank goodness Carl is allowing me to install that king size bed upstairs. Sunday evening will come fast, I guess I need to go to my office and continue my shopping for a worthy Goddess bed and have my lovely thugs haul it up. I’ll get on that in a bit.”

Losing interest in the students she turned her attention back outside. Her mistake! Noticing her in the distance Finn Rice nudged his buddies Gavin Ruley, and Danny Wendt into checking her out. Even dry now, her leggings were second skin and diving in between the creases of her lower body. Having rolled the waistband down a bit to appear as if a belt her golden epidermis lit up like Christmas and was sharing a path for Santa’s sleigh along her white hills and valleys.

“Dudes!” Finn paused them! “She kept us at bay the day she wore her body net, then turned around and fucked us in detention. She can’t tell us no anymore, right?”

“True dat!” Gavin puckered! “She was fucking killing it when she wore those wet earlier.”

“Could have been wetter.” Danny chuckled! “We should hijack her and take her outside in the rain and get her really soaked. No hiding anything if we did that.”

“Bitch might as well be naked.” Finn conspired! “I’m in.”

“We skippin’ class?” Danny noted time running out.

“Yep!” Finn smirked! “Follow my lead.”

As the hallways cleared the trio split up as Finn revealed his plan. Finn hitting the turnstile with his badge stepped into Piper’s private room. “Hey, Piper!” He nodded and opened the door next to her, a cool draft slipping in riling her nipples into perking up.

“Where are you going?”

“I left my car window open some. Someone just told me. If I ruin the upholstery my dad will kill me.”

“It’s coming down like cats and...”

“Doggy?”

“Hmm? Don’t tempt me.” She giggled! “Hurry up before...” She watched him remove his every day jersey revealing his chiseled upper body. Tossing his shirt at her he grinned then bolted out into the storm. “Fuck me!”

Just seeing his musculature made her wet in all the right places. Smelling the cologne on his jersey she rolled her eyeballs white like her attire. “That boy has good taste in ... taste.” Fingers went straight to her clit, leering behind her briefly to make certain the hall was abandoned once again. She didn’t even need to slip her fingers beneath her leggings, they were so thin that her clit was sensitive to the touch even under the clothe barrier.

“I need to wear these more often. Maybe even his jersey.” She was feeling very close to her detainee’s these days. “Hmm? That is an interesting thought. Instead of dresses I should just wear a different detainee’s jersey each day. That or the cheerleaders should.” Evil had spoken!

Remaining there in the window she awaited Finn, but it took longer than expected. “He must be hanging out inside his car until the rain slows down. I can’t really blame him it is pouring. If I left his jersey here by itself, I’d be a lousy friend.” A few moments longer she found herself rubbing her clit even harder. His scent was just too intoxicating to her hormones, recalling him fucking her recently in rotation with her other inmates. He was damn good on the floor.

Just on the edge of cumming then and there, she saw movement. To her surprise Finn Rice stepped into sight and stood naked at the base of the steps. “What are you up to Finley?” She giggled as he stood out like a soaked thumb. “Big thumb! I remember that hitchhiker.” She clenched her teeth with a sparkle in her eye. “I think he’s challenging me to join him.” Temptation luring her to the outside world she opened the door and stuck her head out. “Need a bar of soap?”

“Get out here!” He pointed at the ground. Pussies and doggy’s, it was! Tossing his jersey on the floor she just walked right out into the rain. As soon as she lost the canopy it was transparency city. Her leggings soaked up every drop it could, even her white halter drooped down wet, draping over her narrow bustier. The lift was still dynamic even if her blouse was useless, her 38C’s toppling free of soggy thin material.

Kicking her heels off she bounced down the steps to greet him. He snatched her up and playfully wrestled with her holding her aloft to make certain those leggings had zero dry spots. She laughed her ass off!

“Isn’t this better than my wasting away in Spanish with Fowler?”

“Si!” She giggled and whipped her body in his grasp to face him. Kissing him hard she ignored the world around them even if she did hear cars going by at the sounds of tires sloshing wet pavement. Very few and far between but certainly noticeable. As were they if anyone was truly looking. In their favor rapid windshield wipers and poor defrost kept eyes on the road ahead. Good thing, a police cruiser drove right on by. Probably Anson Potter snooping!

“Doggy down, Bitch.” Finn returned the favor of manhandling her into turning back around, disengaging her bustier to remove it and her soggy top. Off they went into the yard. Yanking her tight leggings down to her lower thighs he encouraged her to her hands and knees in the grass. So much for keeping her leggings white, muddy grass stains were going to be noticed later even when they were dried.

No longer any dress to fall back on she would just have to suffer. Finn took her cunt with force and gripped her wet mane like a chariot driver. When in Rome! Nailing her hard, Piper just let her voice carry. No one could hear her out here in the storm, the thunder slapping her ass. Finn brought the lightning!

“I figured since we wouldn’t have detention together tonight because of our game I’d better get you while I could. No more putting us off after the other day.”

“I wouldn’t think of it, FINNder Bender!” She exhaled mid moan. “That day in the restroom was me trying to behave. I agree, no more of that.”

“I’ll be fucking you every chance I get Piper.”

“Bring it on!” She demanded! “I had a brilliant idea if you care to hear between the echoes of your slapping nuts.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“How about on occasion I wear one of the team jerseys all day with nothing under it. Fresh off your bodies!”

“Hell, yeah!” He shook water from his face like a dog.

“I might start with yours today seeing as my leggings are ruined.”

“I don’t have another shirt. Start on Monday.”

“Fair enough! Hit that pussy, Jockstrap!”

Never enough sex even after the Loggers yesterday and her nephew Mace last night. She was nearing a healthy orgasm, spitting rain from her mouth. She felt like a drowned turkey with his yanking her head back by her wet hair. Gobble! Gargle! Choking, she laughed at her misfortune then climaxed violently on his cock.

After a random set of snarls, he drenched her interior in Finn Rice pudding. Unable to cope with the rain any longer he pulled out of her and jumped up. Taking her with him they grabbed her top and bustier then hurried up the steps and beneath the canopy for a breather.

“I better grab my jeans from my car.” He laughed! “Head on in I’ll be back in a few.”

“I’ll be waiting, Rice Cooker!”

Watching him bolt down the sidewalk she worried ongoing classes along the front of the building might have seen him streaking. From their earlier angle in the wet grass, she was pretty certain they hadn’t been caught, outside of Carl Manley’s exterior entrance cameras. Pulling her leggings up became a struggle in their current sogginess. Leaving them down a tad more than desired her pubes and ass crack stuck out with rejoice. Stepping inside she laughed and used Finn’s jersey as a towel. “This top is useless now. Fuck the bustier, I’m done with it.”

Graduating past the turnstile she draped his shirt on one of the bars and tried to shake out her halter, but it was pretty hopeless in its saturated material. Giving up she considered hiding in her office until she spotted Gavin Ruley stepping from a door cubby where he was hiding out.

Moving onward to the middle of the hallway just past Edna Fromme’s Home Economics class, he like Finn pointed at the tile floor to attract Piper. From there he whipped off his own jersey and dropped it next to him. Jeans following to his knees she flared her eyes. “When it rains it floors.” To the tile she went and faced him to suck his cock.

“That’s our, Slut!” He sighed, carefully sweeping her wet hair from her gorgeous eyes. Winking up at him as she bobbed her head back and forth. She made him nut within three minutes, drinking up every drop of his jizz. Hardly finished Gavin nudged her back to lay on the floor. Kneeling between her legs he tugged her wet leggings back down to her calves like soaked handcuffs. Lifting her legs high he chuckled and crawled up under her bindings and fucked her missionary, her white flag waving in the air. Even she had to admit this was pretty erotic. She had no problem surrendering.

Pounding her thighs, the dampness of her flesh was irritating but she resisted the ache. Out of nowhere she looked straight up and saw Danny Wendt fondling his cock, his jeans and briefs to his knees. Smirking like the devil he knelt to her side and stretched out over her face. Stuffing his dick in her mouth Danny fucked her face as if doing pushups. It kept her cries to a minimum, resorting instead to a sweet muffled, “GAK! AWK! UK! ACK!” which of course was pig Latin for, “FUCK ME!”

Time ticking away, another period bell was likely nearing but neither boy seemed concerned. They were hell bent on fucking the hot bitch and making history doing it right here in the hallway between classes. Even if it meant being busted by any random bathroom breaks from unexpected students. Today was not that day. Danny came in volume down her throat and pulled out, but she clamped her teeth to hold his head. “OW! You bitch!”

Finn Rice making his reappearance moved opposite of Danny and knelt to her left. Leaning in next to the outstretched Gavin they shared a smug grin. Both boys fed on her nipples. Danny shrugged and fucked her face a second time seeing as she demanded he stay. Tick! Tick! Tick! Tock! Tock! Cock! Piper was living the cream. She knew she had to keep her mouth full or scream her fool head off. Wendt right over her head!

Gavin in his thrashing hips felt her wet leggings lashing at his ass cheeks. Ready to nut he wanted the best possible reaction out of her so hiked up high on his toes for a straight down the snatch impact. Following Alice into the rabbit hole he slammed as hard and as deep as he could. Being a sturdy athlete that deep trajectory was pretty mind blowing. Squirting all over him with each retreat and forward splash the running back scored big. His nut was so ferocious his snarls echoed throughout the empty halls.

Piper faced a violent spasm, her body all over the tile squirming. Even with Danny muzzling her with his embedded cock her throat still let out a cry of necessity. Piper just could not get enough. She was going to have to, however. All of them losing track on the stopwatch heard the bell ring. They had two minutes tops to get up and get dressed. Easy enough for Finn he was clothed. Danny pulling out of her throat just as he nutted again shot missiles across her cheek and earlobe. Hopping up he got dressed in record time.

Brothers as one they blocked Piper and Gavin as he fought to escape not only her cunt but her white fabric ankle bracelets. In his extraction his back drug her leggings from her calves down to her ankles. What a predicament. He rolled out from beneath her leggings and lay on the tile pulling his pants up but was forced to leave them undone.

Finn tossing Gavin his jersey he had it halfway on by the time students began filtering out into the hallway. Just as voices were heard Finn yanked Piper to her feet and used his body to block the view of her full-frontal nudity. Danny joining forces hip to hip with Finn cloaked her nudity as well. Why, made no sense, it wasn’t like the students hadn’t seen her before. Crowd surfing! Streaking! Teasing at every turn. Still, it honored her that they were so protective.

To their advantage some of the first students out were a number of Ebonn Craig’s Nerd Herd who were already knowledgeable of her fornicating antics from detention. Merging in closer to their aid Piper was quickly surrounded and standing dead center in the middle of the hall. Body like putty there was no pulling her leggings up they were simply too wet and troublesome.

Not many people in passing bothered to look between legs to see her misfortune. Finally, Piper found the energy to just step right foot on her left leg and pulled her foot out of its sleeve. One down, one to go. A second longer to battle the other pant leg she was free of her leggings entirely. Smirking over it she began posing like a model just for the irony of her fortress. Closing ranks around her she had hands all over her body.