Episode 87: GIRL FRIDAY

“Hurry the fuck up Mace.”

Piper Cherry was losing her patience. It was closing in on lunchtime and he still hadn’t arrived with her new cheerleader t-shirts. He had sent her a text saying, “On the road now. Just gotta grab tacos.”, but that was thirty minutes ago. After missing Henry McKellen’s exit due to a swift bathroom cleanup of her pussy thanks to Mace on the phone and Dewey Knowles saliva she was pacing the halls, which was fine with the students. Her short white dress with sheer patterns exposing sections of forbidden flesh was quite the head turner, head stroker too. Even the girls were wanting to borrow her wardrobe. Heels clattering in her nervous waltz Piper decided to head upstairs to kill time, knowing that someone would let Mace in when he got there and that he would text.

Even in going up the flight of stairs boys were crouching low to peer up her skirt, which took hardly any effort at all it being thigh high as it was. How she was getting away with this was anyone’s guess, but they were fucking glad she was. That bitch had curves. Hairpin curves at that.

With her class ended and her husband out of her hair Josie McKellen found Piper on the staircase meeting halfway. Holding the rail and lurching forward to express her bulging cleavage Josie smirked at the ravenous look in the blond’s eyes. Josie found her mouthwatering, Piper’s melons were barely hanging on with only the thin loose material of her dress holding them at bay. She was amazing to look at.

“I was on my way. What’s our hurry Wench?”

Josie narrowed her eyes while standing at her side, “Who’s a wench?” She called back, two students ahead of Piper making their way through literally raised their hands to share their opinions. Pointing at the girls with a sneer they lowered their hands giggling. “We meant us Mrs. M.” Ah, but of course. More the merrier.

“Stop dallying Pussycat. Lunch outside!” Piper interrupted, “I have a picnic blanket in my SUV. It’s Taco Friday.”

“I thought it was supposed to be on Tuesdays.”

“Not below my equator. Bring it!” She then mouthed, “I have Tequila.”

“Oh, my!” Josie snickered mumbling, “Booze on school property? I love that girl.” She told those students then waved them on. Breaking all the rules was on their itinerary. “I’ll find you.” Piper released the rail and pulled her dress open letting her tits topple out and shook them at her. Although brief a few male students did get an eye full. Word would get out but remain amongst the troops.

Heading up without Josie, Piper barged right into Mimi Alexander’s classroom as she was sharing Art styles with a loitering student. “Yo Squeaky? Talk Van Gogh later. Lunch outside, I bought tacos. That is if my slowpoke nephew ever gets here with them.” Her student laughed at Mimi’s new nickname; it was true to form. Mimi blushed and lifted her glasses at the bridge of her nose with a shrill yet short giggle that sure enough was mousey.

“LeAnne is coming to have lunch with me. This is her day off, her baby sister Loli is helping Frank on the food truck today.”

“Bring her with.”

“Hey Miss Cherry?” The boy rallies a request of attention.

“Yeah Picasso?”

“Mark.” He chuckled, “Miss Alexander has been talking about having a live model for us to draw. You should volunteer.”

“Love to. Squeaky and I can pose together.”

“WHAT?” Mimi blurted turning red. “Okay!” Just that fast.

“Relax Mini Mouse it’s for a good cause. Right Mark?” The boy erupted with a favorable agreement. Mimi just sheepishly grinned. “Monday?” It was a date, thumbs up out of Mark, Piper fidgeted, “Too small. Go bigger.” She then turned and walked out. Mimi was not going to change her hue until Mark was gone. The thumb was an artist’s best friend.

With her besties locked in for lunch hour antics Piper headed back downstairs. What few students in the halls that were not in class just drooled. She took her time strolling about looking at her cell for any new texts. None revealed to her she hisses “FUCK ME!” which at her aggravated tone was heard by all. Plenty of offers shared beneath their breathes fantasized about just that opportunity. Never say never she might say. Age pending of course. “Josie must have stopped by Roman’s real fast. Hurry it up bitch.”

Heading outside to her SUV she grabbed her bag consisting of a huge checkerboard blanket and a half dozen travel sized bottles of tequila for fun. She truly didn’t care about having booze on campus as long as the students didn’t drink. This was all for she and her ho’s. Especially, “Josie cuevHO.” she snickered while walking, “Straight from the Mimi Bar.” Mini bar made it that much more hilarious.

Looking toward the school she noted windows flocked with prying eyes. Even during classes, the fans followed her. It was thrilling. It was no wonder why so many discovered her zestful stride, tits bouncing about as if a Juggler was following her from behind. Waving at the students met blown kisses and wagging tongues. She loved their attention but often worried about that pesky age thing. It was a guarantee that at least some of those eyes were underage. She was over that, let them see. With everything she had done of late there really was no hiding. With her arms full? Let them see. Oopsee at that! Yeah, her ass was totally hanging out.

Recalling the tree where she sat with Octavia and her friends Piper beat them to it. Hogging the shade tree just made sense in this 98-degree scorcher. The tree was toward the side of the school so it made perfect camouflage to mask any hijinks the ladies might get into from the majority of the students. Of course, the hundred plus wanderers eating outdoors had different ideas. Everyone wanted to see what Piper had up her sleeve, if she had sleeves. Even in her thin dress she was sweating like crazy, the material clinging to her in some pretty risqué areas. Hips especially often held her skirt higher than she planned, still she walked without tugging it down. Cheeks were her gift to the world at the moment.

Reaching the tree, she sat her bag down and rummaged through it to drag the blanket out. In bending there was no hiding her pussy from any peeps, even hearing wolf calls at a distance. At the moment she felt safe in her exhibition. Not even her chest could stay hidden in fanning out the blanket, her left tit dropping out to dangle while the right procrastinated. “Ugggh! Stay in there.” She halted to delicately tuck her tit back in, no more than working on the blanket before the right tit bolted out for air in its rebellious angst.

“Dammit, Bobbsey Twins you’re hopeless today.” Giggling she just let it hang out until the blanket was spread flat. Satisfied she sat down and took her heels off for comfort wiggling her toes for circulation. “Wonder who wants to cum on these today?” She recalled Darryl Priest and Finn Rice joining forces that day under this tree. “Better keep that from being a habit. Sounds fun though.” It was then she pulled her dress up to conceal that tit. Disappointment heard she just shook her head and enjoyed the sun.

Cell phone in her bag she rolled to her side and dug inside to find it. While digging both tits fell out this round. “Fuck Me! Stay out for now.” Dialing Mace, he answered this time. “Where are you?”

“ETA five minutes. Taco Hell’s drive thru was scenic. Lunch hour is like driving through the desert. Slooooow and booooring. Finally got your food, sour cream too. Where do I find you?”

“Under the big birch tree to the South side of the school. You will have to park in the school lot I don’t see any spots on the street.” She leers around in both directions. With students beginning to congest outside for lunch and to smoke she decided she better do her best to put the twins away using one hand. Not an easy task! “Stay out of trouble please. I’m pretty sure my cheerleaders will be out here at some point, which is good so I can pass those shirts out.”

“Oh, did I tell you about the G-strings?”

“The what?”

“Odessa found your shirt idea so hot she took it upon herself to make you girls cute G-strings like flying birds.”

“Cute. Thank her for me.”

“Already did.”

“I’m sure.” She laughed, “Hurry it up Stud. Don’t get pulled over for using your cell driving.”

“Bluetooth.”

“Oh, yeah! Blewtooth. Should I call this Odessa that?”

“Oh, you’re funny. You’ll meet Odessa tonight. She used to be a Badgerl.”

“Badgirl?”

“Badger girl.” He laughed, “I thought their nickname was pretty funny. Her sister Odette is a cheerleader too. Odessa even knows Dakota.”

“Interesting! Badgerls, huh? Name sure beats the Swallower’s.”

“I know it’s pretty darn clever.”

“Stiff competition.”

“I know she had me stiff.”

“TMI Junior! See you here.” Hanging up she settled back and watched the quad fill up. Quadrant that is. Parcels of land were being inhabited by students enjoying the sun and fresh air after being cooped up so long. “Better text the ladies where I’m at.” She sent a text saying, “Shade tree South side.” Good enough.

It didn’t take long before nosey boys clustered around her ruining her private oasis. She couldn’t just tell them to mind their own business this was their natural habitat. So, she just put some music on her cell and sat back looking sexy. No trouble at all, she would never be anything but sexy. DNA wouldn’t allow it. Robert Palmer seemed perfect after Carl’s earlier PA choices, two for one.

“I should have known I would be swarmed laying out here like this. I mean it’s nice being ogled from all directions but I kind of wanted this to be just us girls. My Girl Friday’s dang it. With Carl allowing another dress code recall next Friday I can only imagine what I’ll get started. Question is how much racier can I dress without being naked? Carl gave us the okay to dress skimpier still, but surely, he has to draw the line on too much skin, right? Although he sure didn’t say much about my sheer outfit here. Or my nudity in the gym, out here fucking Roger. He must really have pull with the school Superintendent. Maybe the board just doesn’t care as long as there’s no scandal. As if I’m not used to scandals.” She rolls her eyes thinking of her ex-husband Davon Liberty. “Not now I’m in a good mood.” Later Davon!

Shrugging her former mate off she sighs and scans the gradually building flock in the pasture. Having seen her coming outside by so many that word was obviously out that she might be planning something fun. Of course, she was, but for her friends not the entire damned school. Huffing her cheeks, she remained vigil enjoying the shade, yet telling herself she needed to work on her tan. “Hmmm? Maybe I should sunbathe out here sometime and see what chaos that might bring.” She giggles to herself, “Lotion me up boys.” She knew the UV protection would be useless. Cum just wasn’t a good sealant.

“Hey! There’s LeAnne heading into the school.” She decides to hop up and whistle at the top of her exceptionally endowed lungs. The shrill sound echoed until every eye outside traced it to its source. “Fuck Me! I didn’t think that out to well, did I?” Boys thought that she was reeling them in leaving her no choice but to waves her arms vividly and call out, “LEANNE! OVER HERE!” That slowed the herd from advancing until her devilish chest flopped out in her hopping up and down. “DAMMIT GIRLS!” Girl Fridays indeed.

Palming them at first it appeared as if she were crushing them together and jostling them about. Turning her back to them she worked on putting them away, sadly in her sweat glossed body her skirt was riding halfway up her bare ass. Whistles from every angle made her realize her situation. “I give up! Look away you horny bastards.” Once her breasts were back in place, she tugged her skirt down before turning around. Once concealed better if not totally she leered back to find the adorable LeAnne stepping up to her.

“Clothing malfunction?” LeAnne giggled. “That’s some dress, and no I didn’t say sun dress.”

“I wasn’t planning on doing calisthenics today.”

“You got my attention. Mimi text me about lunch but I wasn’t sure if I was meeting her inside or out.”

“You have a badge?”

“I do actually. Carl made me one knowing I was harmless.”

“That Carl is something. Have a seat with me, the girls should be showing up any moment. I’ll try to keep my veil in check.”

“Wow! I never thought of that. Your dress does have a wedding gown feel to it, except you’re only wearing the veil.” LeAnne flares her eyes.

“I DO! I DO! Carry me across the threshold.”

“Funny!” She looks behind her nervously, “Aren’t you at all worried about what they witness?”

“I DON’T! I DON’T! I find myself unable to listen to my little shoulder angel. The devil keeps jabbing his pitchfork up my ass and it feels good.”

“Don’t think I’m knocking your actions, we all like showing off, me in smaller doses I guess.” The alluring brunette used her fingers to express her short increments. Today LeAnne wasn’t wearing an apron, this was a first for Piper seeing her in street clothes outside of the Tennessee Titans wet t-shirt fiasco. Wearing tight jean shorts bordering her cheeks but not exposing them and a yellow t-shirt that rode high on her tummy showed off her belly button and its dangling trinket. Her hair up in a ponytail was adorable as well, dark shades on top.

“Sorry if I make you sweat. Speaking of, fuck it’s hot even in the shade.”

“I know. Even in shorts I feel as if I need another shower.”

“Sit with me.” Piper dropped slowly to avoid another outburst of her breasts, in seating herself however LeAnne noticed her pussy revealing itself. Fanning her features LeAnne joined her on the blanket and sat face to face.

“No underwear in a dress like that. I’m impressed. But again, I’ve heard how crazy you get here. Horton-Dexter is finally following the other schools.”

“Just now noticing? The sheer windows should have given you a hint before meow. So, even you know about what other schools are getting away with?”

“I guess I try not to be obvious. About looking you over, or what the schools do. Yeah, Grampa worries a lot when we park our food truck outside places like Marietta-Deville and Harvester-Kent. The nudity is running rampant. Sex in the yard, in the school. You name it. We frequent here more because of that. He feels it’s safer. I don’t think that safety will last much longer.”

“Secret?” A nod later Piper continued. “I had sex with Roger Dundee under this tree yesterday. Two cops sat on the curb over there watching us finish. I refused to stop just to see if they would arrest me. They waved as I climaxed. Last Sunday, Josie and I saw things at Cumberland Park involving the cops and underage sunbathers. The police in Nashville do whatever they want. I’m intrigued as to how, but I really don’t want to dig.”

“I’ve heard stories.” LeAnne looks left on the side street the school buses use going to the barn. “Cops like those?” A nod sent Piper’s attention toward them.

“Same cops as yesterday, back for more. Should I go talk to them?”

“I wouldn’t. Some things are better off not knowing.”

“Let’s test them.” Turning in her seat Piper lowered her dress to reveal her 38C’s and lifted one to her lips to suck on her own nipple. The driver of the cruiser gave her a thumbs up. “I sure do get a lot of thumbs.” Giving one back to him Piper just left her breasts out, students or not. LeAnne shied a bit but smirked.

“That tells you right there you’re safe. I have noticed the cops drop by over lunch hours more, but I just presumed to keep order. Maybe they just want to see you.”

“I think it goes beyond me LeAnne. I bet you could show off too and not get into trouble. You should moon them and see what happens.”

“If they were lady cops maybe.” LeAnne giggled, “My baby sister Loli is here though, I better not. She’s nineteen but still, I don’t really want Grandpa to be mad. I’m shocked he didn’t give me hell joining you in the water fountain.”

“You tell him if I become too much trouble, I’ll pay off his food truck.”

“Already paid off. Football set him up good for retirement.”

“Ah! Well anyway, cops friendly or unfriendly, I’m here to stay. So ... you and Mimi?” She hints around playfully. “Still joining Roger and I tomorrow night for drinks?”

“As long as Mimi doesn’t have a panic attack. I’ve known her forever there is that chance.”

“She will be fine. Squeaky is coming along nicely.”

“So, I hear. Double dates with Dewey and Kevin? Uhhh! I want to hurl but I’m doing it for Memes.”

“They’re not that bad. Dewey has a nice tongue. What’s your type?”

“Not Dewey! More Mimi.” She giggles, “I’m not full-on lesbian but I kind of prefer girls.” She points at Piper’s kitty in full purr mode. Piper looking down at her skirt lifts it higher for a better view, LeAnne blushing a bit at staring. “I’d so eat that.”

“Saturday night I’ll let you sample it as long as the boys get to watch.”

“Boys? Dewey and Kevin?”

“Roger Dundee and Damon Rice too. Damon is bringing his girlfriend Patrice.”

“Roger, I don’t mind he’s freaking hot. Lucky you.”

“I’ll share him.”

“Wow! I might consider that.” She laughs, “Damn! My shorts are freaking tighter than I remember.”

“Loosen them. Everybody is looking. Cops included.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be nobody is looking?”

“Not in my world Ponytail.”

“Crazy! Just the button, not unzipping.” She just sucks up her pride and unclasps the single button on her shorts to relieve the pressure, it was hardly enough but she wasn’t ready for more. Looking about at a multitude of boys just drooling from all angles she swallowed dryly, “You set this place on fire Piper.”

“Me? You’re holding a candle too. Don’t think for a second I haven’t heard boys mumble your name a time or three.”

“You’re just saying that.” She blushed. “Really?”

“Just as many girls.”

“Hmmm? I guess I’ve never really noticed. I’ll start Monday.” She laughed about it.

“Why wait? Oh, here comes Pussycat.”

“Josie?” LeAnne had to giggle, “You’re full of nicknames. So, I’m Ponytail?”

“Nope. Pinky Pie.” She winked.

“Oh, shit!”

Watching Josie cross the yard was amusing. Boys were whistling like a chorus line. With each whistle heard Josie wiggled her ass that much more, going so far as to dance in circles like a teenager in love, palms over her chest as if holding her heart. Reaching Piper and LeAnne she dropped fast to sit next to them kicking her heels off and smiling brightly. “And that’s how it’s done.”

“They love you Pussycat.”

“They love my pussy at least. Why are your tits out?” Some of them were her freshmen and sophomores, a mixed bag of trouble. After her talk with them earlier she concluded that this was just going to be her life from now on. “I don’t see Dakota or her friends today.” Good thing she thought, not knowing it was Sable here instead after switching identities. Sable was a little busy, well, Dakota. Both actually!

“Because I don’t care anymore. The cops love my tits.” Josie becomes aware of the patrol car through LeAnne. With the officer’s waving she smiled back. After that chat with unknown texters she felt invincible. Seeing Josie lost in thought Piper charges her toppling her over on to her back, “Mrooooaw!” Wrestling while laughing LeAnne scooted aside and winced at their behavior, her thoughts on how insane they were. She loved their free spirits.

“Don’t eat me.” Josie giggled as Piper bit her thigh, Josie’s skirt hiking up to show her bare bottom to the courtyard of lustful eyes, boys and girls. “Stop it, Piper!” Piper took the hint and sat up. In doing so LeAnne cleared her throat pointing at Josie’s chest.

“Escapee.”

“See what happens when you attack me?” Josie smirked, “Now we’re both showing off.”

Jostling her tits Piper shrugged at the onlookers and swiftly released them for all to see. “Runaway bride. Matches my veil.” LeAnne understood but Josie merely shook her head. Funny how Piper’s cell was playing Billy Idol’s White Wedding until she shut it off. Her playlist having kicked in after Robert Palmer.

“There’s Memes.” LeAnne jumped to her feet and took off into a sprint to meet her halfway, her shorts so tight her zipper had slipped down a good inch without her catching on to it. Seeing her Mimi stopped and dropped her jaw. Even boys around them were commenting on LeAnne’s shorts being open. Tightly trimmed pubes were rearing above the zipper line. Reaching Mimi, the two girls hugged and grew bubbly at seeing one another. “You’re wearing one of my dresses today.”