Episode 13: PUPPY cHOw

As usual the spectacular Britney Foxx had eyes on her gorgeous bod from every angle. Not one guy, nor girl for that matter shied from admiring her curves and tight little bottom and jiggling breasts even if she was standing next to her brother Lance and his friend Evan. Nobody was concerned that her dumb ass brother would defend her honor. They knew very well that she didn’t want to be defended. The new, old girl who moved and came back to Florida had changed in every way. Long live the Stone Bold Foxx!

“What do you have planned for me this weekend, Evan? It’s your turn.” She winked! “Please don’t say skateBORING!”

“He could lay your naked ass on that skateboard and roll you into a bunch of guys at the park.”

“Oh! Well, in that case roll away.” She chuckled! “Hold my ankles and relocate me Squeal Barrel style.”

“Not a bad idea.” Evan mulled it over with a puffed out lower lip. “I want to take you swimming at the public pool. You’re losing your bikini.”

She built a fist and pumped it with a rasping, ‘Yesssssss!” Eavesdropping boys were already plotting a visit to Moby Dick’s, the local water park.

Amused by his sister’s enthusiasm Lancelot added, “Maybe I should ask Chloe Vaughn to go too.” Overhearing some new girl’s name that nobody knew had boys scrambling for info. Rumors were like wildfire behind the scenes.

“Will you please stop lusting after her before Chuck kills you.”

“No worries! She likes me.”

“Whatever!” Brit rolled her eyes. Without warning Lance or Evan, she did notice hungry eyes all around her. Having heard of Brit’s antics on the school bus, at her home even thanks to Jacob overstepping his brag, guys were zeroing in like sharks in hesitant heat. Pool sharks at that. One boy’s brother was even a lifeguard at Moby Dick’s. Having gone swimming there three times since moving back from Vermont, Brit was already fantasizing about losing her bikini.

Like every boy in the hallways Evan eyed Britney’s early morning nipples shining vividly through her thin white top held on her shoulders by shoestring style straps. Her cleavage was bulging at the low cut of the top. The school did allow such attire this being Florida and the exceeding temperatures. Of course, sweat often made these light-colored tops a tad more transparent than permission should honestly allow. Nobody complained! Especially not the faculty.

“Eyes up here, Handsome.” She lifted Evans chin then lowered it. “Okay, you can look again.” He chuckled at her indecision as Lance punched his shoulder.

“Quit lusting after my sister. That’s my job.”

“Incest is best.” Evan coughed into his hand. Luckily those spies listening missed that verse.

“You know!” Lance suddenly looked at Brit! “I haven’t actually fucked my sister yet.” Too loud, now the eavesdroppers were staring at one another. No way! Couldn’t be! Could it?

“Take your time.” She playfully slapped her brother in the face. “I’m getting sore as it is from all the attention these past few weeks.” Bullshit! Bring it on Boys! Just not Lance!

Evan pouted at her comment until she in turn patted his cheek. “Not too sore for you, Seventh Evan. In the pool in front of everybody?” She hinted! Greedy, obsessed boys were nodding yes without Lance and Evan seeing them. Brit smirked and kept the knowledge to herself.

“There might be kids. Only if we can be inconspicuous.”

“You’re right. That might be bad. We can think of something though. I won’t let you not fuck me.” She looked right at those ear shots drooling over her as they stood behind Lance and Evan. Tongues were wagging her way. In reaction Brit licked her lips but made it appear as if directed toward Evan Daniels. Once Evan looked at Lance, she redirected her tongue toward those boys using her finger as if a dick and lapping it slowly to the tip before placing her finger in her mouth. BJ anyone? Dicks were rising!

“Awesome!” Evan looked back at Brit. Instinctively she made it look as if she were biting a nail. Smart!

The bell rang out over the PA system inspiring students to groan. Brit gave Evan a peck on the cheek and palmed her brother’s face pushing him away. Algebra class calling her name she shuffled away. The loitering eavesdroppers quickly set out telling others about her going to the pool over the weekend. It was just a matter of discovering what day.

In her journey through the halls Brit passed multiple students. Guys were blatant in every possible manner with she being alone now. Palms were patting their crotches, hands cleaning spots off of their face for her to sit, humping motions of hips, the whole nine yards. This time it included a band of four Varsity cheerleaders who were still dressed in uniform from an early morning practice. Stopping Britney with a hand to her shoulder she faced a busty brunette with short hair.

“Can we talk for a second?”

“Thirty seconds, Sophia. Can’t be late for Marko’s class. You’re in his class too.”

“I know. Listen! We hear about everything you do. There’s no hiding it.”

“That’s nice. Here to tell me to stop?” Brit expected with a frown. Competition obviously!

“Hardly! We only wish we had your boldness.”

“Really?” Doubt crept in heavily as she squinted with leeriness in their direction.

Sophia Pope clasped her palms together looking to her friends Tara, Dawn, and Cryssa. Each of them seemed to be bright in their exploration of Brit’s reaction.

Dawn Lawrence was a gorgeous redhead with exceptional curves who launched her own retort. Hands held in front of her she defended their reasoning in a dramatic fashion. “I understand your distrust. We haven’t quite accepted you since you moved back here. It’s not like you’re not super beautiful. You just never seemed to try and fit in with us.”

“Was that up to me?” Brit fidgeted! “I’m just not the cheerleader type. Even though I bet I’m more limber than any of you girls.”

Cryssa Apari, a stunning Filipina was short and sweet as rolled her eyes. “I can put my legs behind my head.”

“So, can I. How about you three? Can you?”

Tara Zellers was a gently muscular blond with a ponytail, lanky for years until she began working out more. Her dad owning a gym helped. “I can do that and take a drink.”

Brit withheld her laughter as she shrugged! “You’ve got me there. I might need a straw. Listen, ladies! I’m late for class. Are you joining me, Sophia?”

Sophia Pope smiled brightly and waved goodbye to her friends. “She’s right. Gotta jet! See you all at lunch.”

Brit then forced herself to be more sociable by cradling her arm around Sophia’s bicep like a bestie. She did it for reaction purposes. The other girls were caught off guard with looks of awe. What just happened!

“I think the cheering section forgot their cheer.” Brit whispered toward Sophia. “They might be jealous I hijacked the Pope Mobile.”

“They’ll get over it. We need to talk more after class. I so want to be like you.”

“Like me?”

“Yes! Your boldness is exhilarating.”

Brit stopped briefly to face Sophia. “Do you really want to be like me?”

“Yes, I do.” Sophia brightened up, her eyes wide and sparkling. “I really, really, really, do!”

“Here hold my books.” She passed them off to Sophia who looked confused.

Brit grinned then bent over to lift Sophia’s cheerleading skirt. In a swift move she slid both of her hands up the girl’s silky hips and located the waistline of her lacy white panties. One struggling tug later she peeled the girls garment off of her and down to her ankles.

Sophia turned beet red but regardless stepped out of them. As Brit stood waving them around like a flag, she noted a nerd next to them who had witnessed the move.

“Hey, Clarence? Can you hold onto these until class is over.” Brit then stuffed them into his shirt pocket. The boy was ready to faint. “Sniff at your leisure.”

“Holy spit! I can’t believe you ... I let you ... HOLY SPIT!”

Brit winked! “Go! Take your seat and follow my lead.”

Once inside the classroom Britney reclaimed her books and headed toward her seat ahead of Sophia. As the attendance bell rang to begin class, Mr. Shane Marko entered like a lumbering Yeti. Door closed to the outside world he started class like he did every morning with a vivid, hulking stretch that made him look brutish.

“Top of the mornin’ Lads and Lassies.” Very Irish! In response Britney let out an echoing whimper like a dog as the class chuckled.

“Sorry! Lassie came home. Are you Timmy?”

Marko chuckled and took a stroll to stand next to her reaching out to pat the top of her head. He marveled at the fact she even knew of the classic TV series.

“Welcome home, Pup. Ye been gone far too long. Timmy be all grown up.”

She panted like a pooch trying not to laugh then swiftly out maneuvered his hands retreat and licked his knuckles. The entire class went, “EWWWW!”

Marko scowled over her playful mischief and dried his hairy knuckles on his dress shirt. “That will be enough of that Lassie. The shelter to ye.” Pointing with a strict finger Marko turned away to head for his desk.

Cringing, Britney Foxx jumped out of her chair and dropped to her knees on all fours. Without his notice she crawled after him. Eyes went right up her skirt to see her bare bottom, zero obstruction. With no panties on the view was clam central and pucker blowing kisses. As the class laughed, he turned sideways and glared down at her over his shoulder.

“Back in ye’er seat before I make ye roll over and play dead.” He snapped trying not to further the humor. The Goliath of a man couldn’t help himself.

Prowling out into the open Brit reversed her pose to her backside and stretched out on her back before rolling over and spreading her legs for the boys in her view to see. She heard whistles that made her roll over once more before leaning on her knees and elbows, ass bare in the air. Winking up at Marko who shook his head she whimpered yet again.

“Get up, Lass!” He mused at her unable to see what the students could. Not that he wasn’t sensing their observation. Soon, very soon, Shamrock Shane!

“Nice Lass!” Jeremy Cantrell busted up laughing as she shook her booty in his direction.

“Not until you rub my belly.” She defied Marko and quickly transitioned onto her back again, this time her lower body was facing him. That had Shane swallowing under pressure.

“What’s gotten into ye this morning?” He narrowed his eyes at her, her skirt awry offering even he a glimmer of sweetness between her legs.

“Nobody yet, but the day is young. Now rub my belly like a good master.” She giggled!

The room rolled with laughter as a low volume chant began circulating the room. “Rub her belly! Rub her belly! Rub her belly!”

Stunned by their demanding tone Marko hissed and knelt down on one knee as Brit lifted her shirt up to reveal her perfect tummy. Her shirt was held so high the lower portion of her tits were visible. Shane Marko toyed with his beard inspecting her flesh. Very nice!

He knew that he was being out of line in volunteering his services like this. None the less Shane chuckled first then lowered his palm to briskly rub her Timmy-- er-- tummy, choosing to keep his thick fingers low to her waist.

He even spider walked his fingers intending to tickle her. It did entice giggles and squirming along the tile floor. After he finished his goofiness she whimpered, “Morrrre!” Instead of going any further he shook his head and stood up, choosing retreat.