It turned out that a booth with just cupcakes and brownies wasn’t such a bad idea. In fact, it was a big success. Perhaps something else other than pies was actually an attraction. Sara’s presentation also didn’t hurt. A number of customers complimented her colorful banner. It had SpongeBob as a large brownie, smiling gleefully at a luscious cupcake in his hand. And, the cupcakes were themselves quite the works of art. Many of them were rather uniquely decorated.
There was, of course, the compulsory smiley face. But, she also had a red Elmo cupcake, with white eyes, orange nose, and a big grin. There were also sports cupcakes, with Kelly green icing that looked like grass, topped with a baseball mitt, soccer ball, or football candies (she had to buy those). The pumpkin cupcakes were real popular, as they were baked with pumpkin cake and an icing topping that was nicely cut and trimmed to look like the tops of pumpkins, even with a green candy stem. There were too many to describe. Her favorite though was a mystery to most people; well, perhaps to everyone. When she got an especially large top on the cupcake, she used a mix of pink and white icing to create a pinkish flesh tone, then created a nice orb shape that she slit down the middle and then put a little red spot of icing toward the bottom of the crack. If anyone asked, she said it was a peach with a lady bug. That explanation, however, was usually just met with a furrowed brow. They figured that they all couldn’t be winners.
It was particularly amusing to see Mr. Nixon mulling over the “peach” cupcakes. Mr. Nixon had been Sara’s principal in high school. It was a little odd, but rather appealing, to be talking to her old principal, now that she was a young lady, all grown up, with a flowered plug tucked into her bottom. She was wearing the medium size one, the one with the violet rose. It definitely gave her a feeling of discomfort, but it was a rather delightful discomfort. She couldn’t help but wiggle her bottom at times, trying to relieve the pressure.
Mr. Nixon couldn’t see Sara’s hips or bottom, but it was evident that she was squirming around a bit. “Is there something wrong, Sara?” Mr. Nixon asked. It looked to him like she had to go to the bathroom or something.
Sara could not help but blush at the realization that she was squirming her bottom in front of her high school principal. “Oh no, Mr. Nixon, I’m fine, really.” She considered leaning over and telling him that she had something stuck up her bottom, just to see how he might react. That would be terribly naughty, but it wasn’t like he could send her down to detention anymore. But, she thought better of that.
George moved up to the left of Sara. The ledge of the booth was quite high, just below her perky young breasts. Nobody could see anything below that, particularly if they were right up against the ledge. George placed his hand on Sara’s pert bottom. She was wearing a very short violet skirt, speckled with tiny red roses. She felt it was a nice match with her corsage. She also wore a pink blouse, pink socks, and even pink tennis shoes. The Harvest Festival was not a college function, and so regulation uniforms were not required.
“Sara, is this young man a good friend?”
“Oh sir, yes, I’m sorry, Mr. Nixon, this is George. He’s in fact my boyfriend.”
“Well, it’s so good to meet you, George.” He extended his hand. George had to momentarily remove his hand from the soft curves of Sara’s derriere to shake the hand of the principal.
“You too, sir. Sara spoke quite highly of you, and how much she enjoyed her days at Northeast High.”
Mr. Nixon did have to chuckle a bit at that. Very polite youngsters sometimes did not sound the most sincere. “Yes, well, I must say, Sara, that I am most impressed with your cupcakes.”
“Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Nixon. I think they did come up so nice and soft and round.”
George’s hand returned to Sara’s fanny, and this time he even reached under her skirt to place his hand firmly on her bare tush. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She didn’t want to mess up her corsage and, besides, it was such a warm day. She wanted to be comfortable, but, most of all, she wanted to tease Georgie. It was now George, though, who was doing the teasing. His fingers danced across the naked skin of her derriere, caressing her adorably charming bum.
Sara’s breathing quickened, as well as the squirming of her bottom.
Mr. Nixon turned his attention back to the fanny cakes. “You know, Sara, I just can’t quite put my finger on what this peach cupcake reminds me of.”
With that remark, George maneuvered his fingers down into the crack of Sara’s bottom, carefully grasped the plug so as not to crush the rose, and yanked it from her rectum. “Unnh,” Sara gasped as she felt her sphincter rapidly expand to allow its sudden removal.
They could both hear a little “poot” sound as the plug popped free. They looked at Mr. Nixon to see if he heard it as well. He probably did, but as an experienced high school administrator, he could maintain a polite nonchalance as to the indelicate noise, as if he heard nothing.
“It doesn’t remind you of a soft sweet peach, Principal Nixon?” George was now caressing Sara’s actual rosebud, softly feeling its furrows and ridges. “Ohhh,” Sara softly groaned as he pressed against her sphincter.
“Well, don’t be so disappointed, Sara,” Mr. Nixon responded. “This assortment of cakes is really most impressive. I’m not saying that it doesn’t look like a peach. It’s just that it seems to hint at something else that I just can’t get my finger on.”
George pressed his finger a bit harder on it.
Sara’s pussy was getting quite wet. She wanted to reach down to play with herself, but she didn’t really think she could get away with that. However, she did lean forward, resting her body on the ledge, providing her with some support for her weakening legs, which she also spread to give George more access. “Principal Nixon,” she confided, “If you stick you ringer up into the peach cupcakes, you do get a surprise.”
With that remark, George pushed his own finger hard past her sphincter and worked his way up inside Sara’s butt. “Unnhhh!” Sara gasped as George’s finger pushed up into her rectum.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Sara?” Mr. Nixon inquired.
“I’m okay, sir, really, I just think maybe I need to go to the bathroom.” She normally wouldn’t say that to any guy, but many of the students at Northeast High had said that to Principal Nixon through his career, including Sara. And, it did provide a good explanation for her squirming behind. “But, you really should push your finger inside my cupcake.”
George thrust his index finger entirely up inside Sara’s rump. He could feel her clenching hard with her sphincter as he twirled his finger tip around and around inside, feeling the insides, the soft folds, rises, and curves of her rectum.
Pushing a finger into a cupcake seemed quite an odd suggestion to Mr. Nixon, perhaps even a bit suggestive. “I don’t want to make a mess, Sara.”
“Sometimes it’s fun to make a mess, Mr. Nixon,” Sara teased, as she was being so delightfully teased herself. “Just flick the lady bug aside, and stick your finger into the soft, warm cooked dough.”