Episode 4: Fingers Crossed

Miami, Florida!

Just like every other routine morning young Molly Indrabooty had her father drop her off at school. As Molly opened her car door to get out her father Sahseej looked over and noticed something missing. Unlike her he had to ask. “You do not have your book bag.” How did he miss that while at home. He was a brain surgeon for God’s sake!

“I left it at school yesterday. I had no homework to bring home.” With no reason to sneakily pack a short dress from home to change into now that Caleb Houser insisted on overriding her attire it was a moot point.

“I see.” He nodded then glanced around them at many of the other vehicles in the drop off circle. “Your young male friend is not here today?” Where was the young lady who dropped the Houser brothers off yesterday? How disappointing!

“You need not worry father.” A blush regardless! “Caleb is a very nice boy. His brother, not so much.”

“Perhaps you should invite this Caleb to dinner.”

Her jaw dropped from shock. No way did her father just say that. Something was not right about that picture. He had made it known that she should one day partake in an arranged marriage as per the custom of his native culture. Sahseej was quite the isolationist that way. “Really?” He revealed a devious grin that she knew meant yes. “I love you father. I will ask him. Wait! Should we not ask mother?”

“It was her idea.” Now came the groan! “Saturday if he is free.”

Leaping back into the car and crawling across the seats she hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek. He merely hissed with a thin smile. He was never much of the emotional type. “Have a good day at work.” The same was reversed concerning school. Now that she had vacated the SUV a second time and was on her way inside, Sahseej drove away wondering why he let his wife Marjorie bend his rules. Of course, he did in his youth as well by disobeying and marrying an American Botany Major who just happened to be Caucasian.

His invitation meant the world to Molly. She knew that he was suspicious, and this was his way of protecting his child. Yet, he also knew that she was hardly a child anymore. If he only knew how much she had grown. That would be bad. At her locker she leaned against the metallic row awaiting Caleb Houser and her daily attire. He was running late. With less than ten minutes before the bell Caleb sprinted up to her. The boy looked flustered over getting to school so late.

“Last second change of plan. Sorry! My dad was stuck in traffic.”

“What have I to wear?” Opening his book bag the studly young man revealed a pink camisole that was clearly thin in material. Along with it was a pink mini skirt and pink pumps. “You wish of me to be girly.” Excited Molly grabbed the bag from him and raced off to change. While she was away the boy flirted with other girls, going so far as to lifting his green t-shirt and showing off his well-developed abdomen. More than a few hot girls were lucky enough to touch them. In minutes she returned with eyes wide and looking extremely nervous over his sharing of his muscles. Denying her he closed shop and took a good look at Molly’s skimpy attire. The reason for her stress was not over Caleb’s ego, to be honest it was easy to understand. “I can see my areolas through the pink material. These spaghetti string straps barely hold the shirt up. My boobies are too large.”

“Bet ole Dudley busts a nut again.” Speaking of teacher Dudley Bruce. “Today you get your fingers wet. AM I CLEAR?” He showed her two fingers held together combined with a twist of his wrist to give her the right idea.

“Is that my signal?”

“Yep! Rub your clit in class too. Every class. Be fearless! Don’t get kicked out today either.”

“Mrs. Garibaldi might do that after looking at my clothing. What do I do then?”

“Trust me! She won’t be in class much today.” He winked! “I’ll make sure of that.” Shivering at his devious grin she heard the bell and jumped over its shrill echo. To calm her Caleb bumped hips with her to make her smile then volunteered to walk her to class. At the door he pulled her aside and leaned down in order to kiss her passionately on the lips. As their lips parted ever so slowly Molly sighed heavily. “You make hating you quite difficult.”

“You don’t hate me. All I’m doing is making you do what we both want in the long run.” She pondered what he meant by that reply as his hand rose over her body. Fingers lifting one of her spaghetti straps just enough to drag it off of her shoulder, it easily fell to her bicep. Molly felt the larger camisole loosen ever so slightly along her breasts. With her cleavage low Caleb just brought the other strap down and exposed both breasts. Right there in front of everyone he squeezed them for a minute to entice her confidence. Students walking by loved the show. Pulling the camisole back up over them he left only one strap on her shoulder as support.

“There! Nice and fluffy now!”

“I might hate you just a little.”

He chuckled and squeezed her titties through the camisole this time as she lowered her eyes to watch him pinch her nipples to get them rock hard and perky. “Don’t you dare say ouch! Always ... ALWAYS ... enjoy a man’s touch. Even if it’s aggressive at times. Got it?”

“Yes! Meanie!” She razzed him as he left her to enter the classroom first. Taking their seats Molly noted Heather Thomas, the girl of whom she had to deal with from gym class. The two of them had paid little attention to one another until the volleyball court debacle. Recognition came much easier today. Heather did raise an eyebrow at Molly for her choice of wardrobe, not knowing of Caleb’s bribery scheme. Finally, out of nowhere Heather smiled brightly and gave Molly a thumbs up. Molly using her better judgment faintly grinned at the girl then looked away. It was always a possibility that Heather was baiting her for her best friend, the evil queen Shawna Peeples.

Class intact and seated History teacher Dudley Bruce entered and immediately stepped behind his desk to the chalkboard. With his back to his minions, he wrote Declaration of Independence. Turning after brushing chalk off of his hands he spoke up. “When? Where? Who? Why? How is with pen and ink, self-explanatory.”

As his loyal students chuckled, he pointed at individuals for answers. Wyatt choked up a funny with, “Independence, Missouri?”

“Not quite! Let’s put your attempts at humor out of its Missouri.” Another bout of laughter the answers come along rapidly. With each answer Dudley glanced at Molly. Unavoidable he found his hesitation toward the students troubling and tried his best to overlook her abundance of cleavage.

Ignoring her made Molly uneasy. She actually liked teasing the teacher and getting away with it. As Caleb glanced back, she immediately spread her knees wider, revealing her vibrantly smokey colored bikini area to him, pussy bright pink like a beacon. She then looked around her to see a number of other boys slyly looking up her mini skirt. She grew wet almost instantaneously.

Dudley turned and caught a defining glimpse as he said, “In-deep-in-dence. I declare!” He tried to jest feeling his dick tighten up at an uncomfortable rate for standing up. Back to the class he journeyed once again to his desk and sat down for safety. Composure regained he committed to the class furthering the Founding Fathers ideals.

As he spoke in length, Caleb motioned with his rotation skills by utilizing his fingers. She complied and began at first rubbing her leg with her left hand, then after scanning around the room for further encouragement made her way to moistness.

Molly rubbed her clitoris gently then creased her fingers through and between her tight labia. The sensations storming her senses made her exhale a whine that was barely audible. Dudley discovered Molly touching herself and looked away just that quickly and unexpectedly lowered his gaze to his own lap. Gnashing his teeth he eyed the beefy monster coming alive behind his slacks. He needed to focus elsewhere, watching Molly play with herself would only make matters worse. “Who can name some of the gentlemen who signed the Dicklaration?” He hadn’t realized his error until laughter built up. The error stunned him, and he rolled his eyes, “HA HA! You all know what I meant.”

Caleb blurted out, “John Handcock!”

A riot of laughter corrupted the moment as Mister Bruce turned pale. He began to sweat as he prompted with his hands for more answers. Then he saw Molly place two fingers up inside her pussy. Her eyes closed shop and lashes began fluttering at the insertion. Then, she pulled them out to shyly look around her. The boys around her had noticed and were staring. The girls however, barely paid attention. Save for Heather, she was laser focused on the new girl’s actions. Strangely enough she was mesmerized by Molly’s boldness. Swallowing hoarsely Heather spouted, “Samuel Adams! Love his beer.” As if she were old enough to drink.

More laughter ignited as Molly shifted her gaze toward Heather. In response Miss Thomas winked at her. Still uncertain of intent Molly averted her shivering gaze forward to Caleb who again cast his finger gesture in her direction. This time however he had shown her three fingers. Her eyes shook at the sight, but without resistance she complied.

As her hand lowered to her lap, she dipped that third finger inside herself with gentle difficulty. To do so she had to stretch her body lower than she was already and into a slouch. More than a few classmates noticed her maneuver and grew intrigued. As did Dudley Bruce. His mind simply could not stay focused. Finally, he was forced to get their attention.