Starting from Scratch Ep. 155: LeAP FROG by SZENSEI..,
4:05 PM… Hop to it Bitch! You’re running late.
“I hope Marci didn’t take my subtle hints personally. I really like the Band teacher.” Since speaking with newly rehired band teacher Marcella Drummond earlier and coaxing her into becoming less stuck up, so to speak, she felt she broke ground on the new/old musician in town. If only Piper knew what she and Angus Furlong had just done out in the once vacant Band room. Beautiful music together in the form of what started as a side-by-side masturbation that went all the way was the topic of destruction. Angus was proud of his encouragement skills. Too bad he couldn’t tell Piper about it. A promise to Marci would be kept for the time being. Trust meant more! Piper WAS well aware of that much. Trust meant everything. “I can’t worry about Marci right now. I’m sure she will come around fairly quick. I mean she did have sex with the announcer at the Marquette game Friday. Anyway, I better get dressed and head upstairs before my detainees think I went home.”
In the principal’s office, the door wide open Piper Cherry began to change out of her yellow leggings and white top for more comfort. Students still prowling that hadn’t left yet for the day spotted her peeling her leggings down and off of her bare feet. Her back to the hallway the boys checking her out got more than they bargained for in that perfect booty. They had seen glimpses of her butt cheeks before in her short dresses but not full nudity.
Tugging her top over her head she cast it on her desk and stretched to toy with her long blond hair for a brief moment. Satisfied for whatever reason she reached to her chair for a secondary dress on hand, this one a sheer white number that she had never worn before, at first considering it too see through, which it was. With Carl getting after her constantly to step up her game this outfit was definitely a bell ringer. Pulling it on over her head she smoothed it out and let it form fit to her dynamic curves. Her dark tan from being out on the river in Roger Dundee’s boat, her flesh was totally shining through the fabric as if the dress were cream colored rather than white. The boys took pictures behind her back then hid their phones before she could catch them.
Turning around she saw the three boys standing there in a daze now that she faced them. Her areolas were dark enough to show them exactly where they were located even if her nipples stabbing out weren’t a telltale signature. Her belly button even had an indentation dip, jewelry lifting the material also noted. When it got to her thighs her pelvis bone lifted the material away from immediate flesh, so her pussy was not so easy to make out. “Oh! Hello there! Uhhh, yellow there.” A point at her leggings on the desk.
“That was awesome.” Joey Thorne spoke for his blushing buddies. “Love your dress Miss Cherry. You should wear that more often.”
“That’s the plan… what was your name again? Tom Peeper?”
“Funny! I’m Joe! Zach and Steve.” She didn’t want to know how old they were. Damage done she just crossed her fingers they were eighteen. The opened door was careless on her part because she was in a hurry. Tucking her other clothes into a desk drawer while they hovered she locked it with her purse and prepared to head upstairs to Sahara Central, home of the hotbox, there being no air or power up there due to budget cuts. Carl referred to detention up that as Hell on Earth. Close enough!
Keys in hand for the chain locks binding the doors on the third floor she moved toward the trio with a smile. “Bell rang thirty minutes ago, go home.”
“Waiting on our ride. My dad is coming to get us.” Joey told her as they blocked her exit just enough that she had to squeeze by them, her breasts right in their face. Eyes bulging as much as hers she snapped her fingers to get their attention higher than chest level.
“Wait outside!”
“There’s air conditioning in here. It’s like 101 outside. You’re going to detention, right?”
“I am!” She locked the office door knowing their eyes were now on her butt cheeks and the deep crevice the dress was pointing out.
“You’re going to sweat your ass off up there.”
“I’m used to it. Don’t break a blood vessel.” For some reason they all looked down at their laps. “I meant your eyeballs. Be seeing you boys. That is if you don’t go blind in the next three minutes.” While she hurried down the hall and up the stairs. Halfway there she looked back and busted them using their cells to record her wiggling away basically nude in this dress. “Yep! If they’re not blind by now they will be when they go home and beat off to that 30 second porn. Why me?” As if she didn’t know.
Reaching the second-floor landing and beginning her trek up to the third, she found her 31derful flavors all crammed together. Waiting on her to unlock the chains and let them in they were disgruntled due to the heat even outside the doors. “Sorry I’m late! You try running in stiletto heels.”
“Holy crap Piper!” Finn Rice looked at her sheer dress, technically they all did, but he was first to speak up. “Now this kind of dress you need to buy in bulk.”
“They’re in the mail. I ordered them last night from a store in Italy called MAMA M.I.A. She only designs clothes that are sheer like all of their sheep. No cotton was used in this dress.” That garnered laughter as she felt hands rubbing all up on her contours as she unlocked the padlocks and snaked the chains through the handles. With the help of Ebonn Craig the doors were opened, and the chains were brought inside until everyone had filed in, and she closed it back up, locking it from the inside. Only a few stragglers remained staring at her. Nerd Herd! “What? You wasted your money on those x-ray glasses in your comic book ads? See?” She fluttered her hands over her body, “I told you not to. I can’t knocker you guys, I bought a pair too.” Index fingers points at both nipples. “Triple XXX-Ray even.” Shooing them on while laughing they beat her to room 69.
Finally she could be alone with her boy toys, all 31 of them if everyone was in attendance, although she had yet to get a head count. “My hormones are going crazy wearing this dress. I’m not sure I could get away with this one in particular during school hours, unless Carl pushes me into bad judgment, I am prone to not listening to the little angel on my shoulder, the one with the pitchfork up her ass. Just the reaction thus far these guys are going to go primal on me. Resistance is waning on my part these days as it is. I know I need to explore the trust more but dammit…” She needed action, today she felt like pushing her boundaries far beyond what she had thus far. Sure she had offered minor sex with a few boys, namely soft penetration as she called it and one time full on sex with Custer Martini at Roger Dundee’s direct orders, but that left many of her usual detainees wanting. Wanting BAD!
“Let’s see what I can do differently. I’m feeling froggy!”
“What are you going to do to top last time Miss Cherry?” Darryl Priest chimed in as they all watched Piper close the door to Cellblock 69… affectionately called Detention. All day long her 31derful flavors looked forward to being confined with the hottest blond Counsellor in Horton-Dexter’s history. Today was no exception, somehow, she managed to wear less and less to school without getting into trouble. Always in a dress of some kind, short skirts, massive cleavage, no underwear ever these days, and sometimes even slits up the sides, even her yellow leggings were a hit due to their low hip hugging and being so tight her every move shared where her body creased. That camel toe was sucking the micro thin material up deep all day long, same for her ass crack. She might as well have been naked.