Episode 17: SCIENCE FrICTION

“Hangover?”

“Not really!” Charlotte Gift was up, fully dressed and raring to go. “I slept like a baby after your father put me to bed.”

“Me too! Dad filled me in.” Jizz in her mouth. Sly cunt! “Ryan brought me pizza and I ate it in my room. Dad watched me scarf a slice and ended up eating most of my pie.” Watched his daughter masturbate like the unforgiving whore she was. That slice of pie was full for almost thirty minutes straight. Daddy did supply the fountain drink. Refill before calling it a night. It was a safe bet Monica would never ever have to worry about her dad raising hell with her.

“You’re wearing jeans today.” And a yellow pullover shirt that was tight enough to prove no bra was beneath it. Charlotte opted to let that go, her daughter looked normal otherwise. “Tired of leggings?”

“Principal Janson brought up the dress code again so I’m behaving.” HAHAHAHA! No chance in hell of that! She just wanted her mother to think she was a good girl. At least for now. Unlike her father, Charlotte was a little stricter than Aaron. Hurting her mother was inevitable but fingers crossed it would be later in the year.

“I see nothing wrong with leggings. You wear a long shirt over your hips to hide anything too bold.” Still tempted to mention no bra but Charlotte was pressed for time and arguing would take far too long.

“I know, right! It’s going to be a long school year. Florida heat is murder too.”

“I think it’s supposed to reach 101 degrees today. Over the weekend much the same.”

“Why can’t I wear a bikini?” Monica whined! “I’m sweating already.”

“You would too.” Charlotte kissed her daughter on the forehead. “I have to go. There’s an antique store I want to rob over in Riptide.” Ripley! The athletics department at their high school was called the Ripley Riptide thus the nickname. “I’ll most likely be home before you later. Oh! Let your father sleep in an hour, he’s going into work late today. Perks of being the boss. Love you, Sweetie!”

“Love you too, Mommy!” That deserved a hug! Eyes rolled Monica endured it before she was rid of her mother. Watching her leave down the alley Monica sat her book bag on the kitchen island, whipped her yellow shirt off and walked to her parent’s bedroom door. Listening for snores she instead heard grunts. “Hmm! I must have sent dad over the edge last night.” Instead of knocking she barged right on in. Aaron Gift lie atop his covers beating off like a bandito. “BUSTED! Well, in a few seconds by the sound of it.”

“Pass me the lube.” He chuckled! “I’m getting raw. Why are you topless?”

“I’m hot, live with it. I got you, Old Man!” She went to his bedside stand and plucked up the small bottle and popped the cap on it. Crawling up onto the mattress next to him she hovered on her knees and tipped the bottle over his urethra and squirted. Cool gel cascading his beast he worked it in for a slippery slope. “I’m guessing you’re not mad at me.”

“Not really! You’re an adult. I just don’t want your mother catching wind that I beat off watching you play.”

“I didn’t force you to stay last night. You could have walked out. I did tell you I wasn’t going to stop just because you caught me. You better get used to that kind of thing, I’m a free spirit these days.”

“You sure don’t look it wearing baggy jeans.”

“Oh, I’ll be changing clothes before first bell. Dress in my book bag.”

“They allow dresses in school these days?”

“They will me. I’m not talking skirt to my ankles either. Not even my knees.”

“Am I going to get a call from Lloyd Janson?”

“Doubtful! If he hasn’t called you guys before now, I’m pretty certain he won’t. I think he likes seeing me wear sexy stuff. I know for a fact a few of my teachers do. Coach Randell too.”

“Please tell me you’re not fucking any of them to get good grades.” He was straining hard not to nut. Lying over his legs on her side watching him jerk she rolled her eyes.

“I get good grades without that. Never say never though.”

“Great! How long have you been so naughty?”

“Naughty?’ She busted up laughing! “Slutty, you mean? I hate to break it to you dad but that was long ago. Want me to be totally honest? You might get mad.”

“Skip it! It’s better I don’t know.”

“Losing steam? I can help you out.”

“I’m capable without your hand.”

“Mouth?”

“Better not! You’re my kid for Christ’s sake.”

“All in good time!”

“Are you riding with Ryan again?”

“Riding with or riding him? Not today! I miss walking to school. I need the exercise to keep my stellar figure.” Leaving the bed, she went to the doorway and hugged the threshold. “Hurry it up already!”

On cue Aaron launched his semen two feet into the air and felt it drop back down over his abdomen. “Look you made me breakfast.” She rushed him gripping his cock but only licking his tummy and chest of creamy cum. He froze up watching her devour his leftovers in rapid tongue flicks.

“Unreal! Jesus Christ!” Her tongue was feeling really good along his chiseled frame. Too good!

“You should fill a baby bottle and feed me like you used to.” She laughed! Flicking his crown, she got back up and walked out without another word. Putting her shirt back on and grabbing her book bag she was on her way out. He heard the back door open and close and stared at the ceiling.

“Goo Goo!” A sigh made him jerk off one more time. “DaDa! So twisted!”

Just as Monica reached the alley behind her home, she saw Ryan at his car. Expecting her to ride with him again she instead blew him a kiss and told him she was walking. He contemplated ordering her to get in but decided she might need a breather from him. Waving her on he got into his beater with a heater and went the other way just so he wasn’t tempted to push the issue. He could do that at school. The day was young.

It was only a six-block walk to school. For years she had walked the sidewalks without even her parents giving her a lift. Florida weather it was almost always nice unless a hurricane blew in. Besides it gave her freedom to think. While currently she had no cares in the world, the last few years she had done a whole lot of things out of town that could have seriously blown back on her. Sex at barely fifteen she quickly became addicted to sex and older men. At least she was smart enough to be on birth control and enforce protection toward her dates. No guy wanted a baby with an underage girl. That was a worry here lately. Still, her compulsive nature continued to take the risks.

Three blocks down she paused at a four-way stop and looked around at not just traffic but for onlookers out and about. At 7:00 AM things were coming to life in Summersby. People going to work, kids riding bicycles to school, buses, dog walkers, joggers, all of those became an obstacle. Still, Monica was on a mission to push her boundaries here in town. Compared to all of the crazy streaking and fucking in the streets of other towns, her Summersby exhibitions were few and far between.

Only because of her parents mind you. Even then there were a few bouts with risk and insanity even in her own home. Just ask Ryan and his dad Brock Quinones. Close neighbors they often saw Monica sneak guys through her bedroom window and fuck them with her parents right on the other side of the wall. Sneaky bitch never once got caught. Now eighteen she was no longer worried. More and more people were becoming aware of her nympho tendencies. Classmates, teachers, pizza deliveries, hell those alone had her name on their lips daily. Using Ryan as her so-called master had its benefits. Fun and games were going to intensify. “Nothing stops me! Nothing!”

A few cars approaching the stop signs of the four-way, she waited until they came to a halt before sitting her book bag down. Waving at the drivers, both men at the moment, she started undressing. Gorgeous had their feet firmly on their brakes to observe her. Pants off and in only her yellow shirt currently she bent over to unzip her book bag. Mooning her voyeurs she ignored them in favor of pulling out a short blue dress. Once in her possession she showed the dress off by hand then sat it on her bag. Folding her jeans up neatly she placed them in her bag then stood up to stretch, batting her eyes at now three cars watching. A woman in the third car looked at her oddly but wasn’t dialing 911. Time to test them!

Hands on the hem of her t-shirt she brought it up and over her head. Totally nude, she again folded her t-shirt and placed it in her book bag. While nude she went wacky and did a few somersaults and flips in the grass of the yard next to her. Once accomplished she stretched vividly before deciding she had better put on her dress.

Slipped on with relative ease she plucked up her bag and waved at her vehicular mansquatters. Horns tooting, they reluctantly moved on rather than converse with her. It was a fun show, but the gents thought better of it seeing her so youthful. Monica really didn’t care if they approached her anyway. Today was simply expressing herself. Free spirit soaring! “Made their day. I think that lady liked watching me as much as the guys did. This is too easy.”

On that final block she encountered a familiar face on his bicycle. “Hey, Monica! Nice dress!”

“Terry Mulder! Did your dad give you any of that pizza?”

“One fucking slice. I think you gave him an appetite last night.” They rolled together crossing the street. “Did he hurt you? I know dad gets really rough with my mom.”

“I’ve been handled rougher.” At fifteen she faced her first DP in Rockfort with two forty-year-olds she met online. They picked her up and took her out of town. Risky at her age and barely knowing them. She could have easily ended up on the side of a milk carton. Luckily, they just wanted sex and had no intention of truly harming her. She did get brought home bruised up from the choking and being held down and hammered for two hours straight. Good times!

“You’re crazy! Hot as fuck though.”

“Too young Terry. Sixteen, right?”

“So! You’re only eighteen. You should at least give me a hand job.”

“Do you hate me for fucking your dad? Does your mom know?”

“Wouldn’t matter! Mom knows he fucks other bitches. They have that BDSM thing going. Mom is so tamed she barely talks to even me. So, Quinones owns you like dad owns mom?”

“Yes, I obey Ryan. I love it when he challenges me.”

“I never pictured Ryan to be that aggressive. Last night made it look more like he was your pimp.”

“Naaa! I did share my tip money with him though, so, I guess that’s not far from the truth.”

“I wonder what’s going on in the parking lot?” Terry nodded up ahead of them. A mob of probably thirty boys were in the lot clustered around someone. “Fight, maybe?”

“Fight over me.” She laughed! “They’re talking to Ryan. After yesterday, well, two weeks ago I’ve turned him into a stud.”

“Then how come it’s not girls surrounding him?”

“Come on, Mulder! They are all wanting me. He’s just getting the feedback and the wish list.”

“I heard you got naked in Morrison’s class. He had to have been blind not to catch you.”

“Oh, he saw me. I think he’s just protecting me.”

“That dress is going to get you kicked out. I can see your butt.”

“If I were going to get kicked out, I would have been before now. I masturbated on Janson’s car. There’s a camera trained on the lot. It had to see me yesterday on my knees naked in front of Ryan.”

“Maybe the cameras are just for show. Scare tactics!” She hadn’t thought of that. Maybe! “I mean isn’t there one in every classroom, the gym, cafeteria, football field?”

“You could be right. Janson hasn’t called me into his office. Don’t jinx me, Mulder! Go away!” Shooing him off Terry breezed by the parking lot to go ahead and park his Schwinn. Tempted to join Ryan and the guys she smirked and kept on going. If they wanted her that bad, they could give chase.

Entering the school, she headed down the hallways for her locker to ditch her book bag. Passing by the Principal’s office she glanced inside to see Lloyd Janson at his desk looking at his laptop. He looked excited at whatever it was he was watching on it. Hands in his lap he looked edgy.

“Maybe the school board granted us a new water cooler.” Giggling she happened to look up at a camera. “Hmm! Maybe I should test Terry’s theory.” Staring at Janson she turned her back to the camera and hiked her skirt mooning it. Nothing at first, she scowled and dropped her skirt as if defeated. “I guess they are just for show.” Suddenly Lloyd, a thin man of 45 bulged his eyes and tensed up in his seat. “Could he be checking out the camera feeds? Maybe he was watching the parking lot in case he needed to intervene. Bell has fifteen minutes yet let’s take a huge risk. Dad always said, no guts no glory!”

Taking a deep breath, she marched right into the office. For some reason Lloyd had his eyes closed now. Perfectly timed she slipped in unnoticed and moved behind him. Now she could see the laptop monitor. On it was the outdoor camera feed by the faculty parking. Only it was video from yesterday because she was on it by herself flashing it. Eyes wide at seeing herself she pumped a triumphant fist. Rewinding it right before her eyes he was heard mumbling. “Such poise! Such beauty!” In his loss of sanity, he brought what she presumed was a handkerchief up to his nose.

“No way! Those are the panties I left on his car. He’s into me. HA! Do I bust him or ... no, let’s just see how long before he approaches me.” Slouching in his seat she quickly realized he was jerking off. “Wow! Brazen with his door wide open. If I can just walk right in anyone can.”

Tilting his head back with his eyes sealed she heard further mumbling but couldn’t make it out. “I better get out of here while I can.” Slipping by him slowly she made it to the doorway and paused. “So, I turn him on. That must be why he doesn’t bust me. Hmm!” Instead of leaving she gave off an evil grin and knocked on his door. The man jumped out of his skin quickly sitting up straight, closing his laptop and looking pale. He nearly wiped his brow with her panties before hiding them next to his exposed erection under the desk.

“Miss Gift! How may I help you?”

“Hey there, Lloyd! I was just wondering if you thought my dress was too short. Everybody likes it but I also know it’s against dress code. You don’t object to my breaking a few rules, do you? Now and then! I brought jeans just in case, but I’d really like to wear this all day.”

He swallowed hoarsely then found his words once she performed a 360 in front of him, her skirt whipping up for a cheeky reveal. Stuttering at first, he became stern looking. Authority had to be shown. “You look very nice. I’ll let you get away with it today only. Unless of course I receive any complaints.”

“Come on Lloyd! Who is going to complain about this body?” She playfully posed like a model. “You should change the dress code.”

“I will most certainly consider that.”

“I demand it, Mister! Don’t you let me down.” She pointed at him with her own version of strict. The man sank into his seat. Obviously, he was beating off again right in front of her if his desk was not obstructing her view. “That’s an order Buddy!” He couldn’t speak, eyes twitching, breathing shallow. She could see him trembling. “He must be close to nutting.” Thoughts to herself she turned and walked out expecting him to bitch. Not a peep until she turned the corner. Listening closely, she heard him snarl and finish the job he started. “Yep! Got him right where I want him.”

A hundred whistles later, a plethora of girly giggles amongst new friends, Monica Gift wore that dress well. That’s why they called it the blues!

Outdoors while Monica played Janson for a tool, Ryan Quinones fielded off in actuality thirty-four young men of varying ages. Oddly enough the seniors didn’t even care if freshmen or sophomore students were there. The secret was out amongst students if not every teacher at Summersby High. If the teachers knew, it was primarily teacher Dane Morrison and Coach Randell. Undoubtedly more after today. Right now, Ryan was put on the spot after their pizza deliveries last night.