Wanna Go to Tallahassee?

She immediately started typing.

CHAPTER 3

Brenda was looking at Bob, trying to figure out what he was so mesmerized by. He was staring down at the field through Nikki's binoculars with such intensity that he hadn't even noticed her returning from the bathroom. She met Nikki's eyes and they both shrugged their shoulders.

Brenda said, "Earth to Bob. Come in, Bob."

He didn't react at all, so Nikki said, "Uh, can I have my binoculars back, Dad?"

He lowered the glasses. "Uh... sorry, what?" Nikki simply took the binoculars from his hands. Then he noticed that Brenda had returned, and was staring at him with a curious expression.

"What on earth were you looking at, Bob?"

He cleared his throat, then said, "I was trying to find Bobby."

Nikki snorted. "The team hasn't come out of the locker rooms yet, Dad."

"Oh... well, I guess that explains why I couldn't find him."

Brenda stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, I guess..."

Right then, Bob's phone buzzed. He jumped as if he'd received an electric shock. He took a quick glance down at the message, and his mind went blank for a moment.

It read:

"Wanna order another pizza?"

Bob's heart started pounding with excitement. Oh yeah! We're gonna fuck! Shit yeah! He typed:

"Definitely!!!!!"

A few seconds later the reply came up.

"Meet next to the Bear mural. 10 minutes."

"What is it?" asked Brenda.

Bob surprised himself with how fast he thought up a lie. "Fucking Lou. He wants me to go over to the Hyatt and try to talk to the Canadians one last time."

Brenda nodded thoughtfully. "Oh... well, I guess you should go."

"No... Lou can handle it himself. I don't want to miss Bobby play."

Brenda shook her head. "This is just the first game of the season. There'll be plenty more."

Bob looked into her bright hazel eyes and paused. What the hell am I doing? Chasing after a silly little teenager, when I have a woman like this? She grinned at him, crinkling the laugh lines around her beautiful mouth, and casually brushed a few stray strands of her curly brown hair into place behind her ear. She laughed, "What is it, Bob?"

"I just can't believe how beautiful you look tonight."

She blushed. "What are you talking about? I'm a mess."

She was dressed in nothing more special than an oversized Blue Bears jersey, and pair of old jeans, but her big, natural breasts looked great under the team logo, and her jeans only enhanced the figure she worked so hard to maintain. Goddamn it. I should call it off. Take Brenda home and fuck the shit out of her. What am I trying to prove, chasing after Dana Lee? Sure she's cute, but is she really worth endangering my marriage? Sure she's sexy and funny... and cute... and sweet... and she has the tightest pussy I ever felt in my whole fucking life. Oh fuck. I gotta fuck that girl again!

He grunted, "I hope Bobby won't mind."

She laughed, "Just go. Nikki can drive us home."

He kissed his lovely wife, and said, "You're the best, sweetie."

She grinned. "Yeah, I am."

As he made his way down the aisle, he thought, and I'm the biggest shit in the world. But also the luckiest!

CHAPTER 4

Bob's brain was a jumble of thoughts as he walked quickly out of the stands, and into the parking lot. He jumped in his car and drove it around to the far side of Silver Lake High School.

Unbelievable. She bought that. I don't believe it. I have nothing to do with the Canadian account. I'm just the manager of the plant they toured. That's it. And she thinks I might have a say in keeping an account that we're not even in danger of losing. We're Budweiser. Who is going to drop a Budweiser account? No fucking body. That's who.

He parked in a shadowy spot behind the gymnasium, so Brenda couldn't accidentally spot his car. Then he climbed over the chain-link security fence, and ran across the campus back to the stadium, checking his watch every few seconds. She said ten minutes. Plenty of time. When he reached the Blue Bear mural, which was painted on a tall cinderblock wall next to the adjacent gymnasium, he looked around, but other than a few kids wandering around, Dana Lee was nowhere to be seen. He stood under the bright sodium lights, feeling totally exposed.

Shit. Where is she? Now I'll have to explain myself to anyone that walks by and wants to know why I'm not watching Bobby play. Fuck! Be cool Bob. Nobody cares. You're being paranoid. Fuck. Where is she? Oh god, I'm crazy. I can't do this with my family so near. Fuck. I want to eat her pussy so bad. That little blonde pussy. So tight. So tasty. Goddamn it, I'm drooling. Can't wait to slam my cock into that tight little teen pussy...

A deep voice suddenly said, "Hey! What do you think you're up to?"

Bob turned with a start to see Vice Principal Pruitt's towering form walking out of the shadows toward him. The few hairs left on Bob's head stood erect. Oh FUCK! HER FATHER!!! I'M HOSED! Dan Pruitt was six-foot-six, with a broad, muscular torso, buzz-cut blonde hair, and a rugged, fierce-looking face. They'd been neighbors forever, and though they socialized from time to time, something about Dan had always intimidated Bob. He's gonna fucking kill me!

But just before Dan reached him, a smile broke out on the big man's face, and he started laughing. "Shit, Bob, don't crap your pants. I'm just yanking your chain."

"Damn it, Dan," Bob said. "You scared the shit out of me."

Dan let out a deep, rumbling chuckle and said, "No really. What are you up to?"

"Up to? What do you mean?"

"Shit, Bob, look at you! You look like you're planning a prison break."

"Uh..."

Just then a couple of girls walked around the corner. For a second Bob was terrified that it was Dana Lee, but it turned out to be a sexy pair of black girls, wearing shorts and tight little striped tank-tops over their buxom breasts. When they saw their Vice Principal standing there, they looked down at the ground and tried to scuttle quickly past. But Dan said sternly, "Tanesha, Portia, what are you up to?"

The girls turned and said together, "Nothing, Mr. Pruitt."

"Let's see those hands."

The girls reluctantly revealed that they were both holding cigarettes. Dan shook his head and clucked his teeth. "Snuff them, and report to my office tomorrow at noon, for two hours of detention."

Tanesha, the taller of the two, protested, "But tomorrow's Saturday!"

Portia added, "And we're supposed to be at the carwash fundraiser for the Choir!"

"That's the point of detention girls, to deny you your extracurricular activities so you'll learn to follow the rules."

Portia pouted, "But Mr. Pruitt. The Choir needs us!"

"The carwash goes on all day, right?" The girls nodded reluctantly, "Then they won't miss you for a couple of hours."

Tanesha hissed, "No fucking fair."

"Now it's three hours." The girls gasped open-mouthed, "Unless you want detention next Saturday too?" The girls closed their mouths and shook their heads. "I'll call your parents to let them know..."

Portia's amazingly big eyes went wide. "Please don't call my house, Mr. Pruitt! My gram would kill me if she knew I was smoking again! Besides, I have permission to go the carwash anyway. Do they really need to know?"

Tanesha chimed in. "And don't bother calling my folks. They don't give two shits what I do."

Dan favored them with his most intense and disapproving glare. After a long pause, he said, "Okay, I won't call your parents, but if I catch you smoking on school grounds again..."

Portia flashed a sweet smile, "Thank you Mr. Pruitt!" Tanesha just crossed her arms under her magnificent tits and stared at him sullenly.

"Well, snuff out those cigarettes, and go to the game. See you at noon tomorrow. Don't forget."

They mumbled together, "Okay, Mr. Pruitt." Then snuffed out their cigarettes in the dirt and slumped away.

Dan grinned wickedly, and his eyes followed them as they went off into the darkness. He muttered, "Will you look at the back on those bitches. Sixteen going on thirty. Am I right?"

Bob giggled nervously. "Yeah, nice." Not as nice as your daughter's ass, but nice. Once they were out of sight, Bob cleared his throat and said, "Well, I don't want to keep you from your rounds, Dan."

But Dan just stood there, watching another group of teen girls walking past, his eyes glittering with lust. He muttered, "So much pussy. So little time."

Wow, that's creepy. But who am I to judge? I'm planning to fuck his teenage daughter as soon as possible. Then Bob said, "You ever, uh... do it with a student, Dan?"

Dan chuckled. "Fuck a student? Nope. Career suicide, buddy. Career suicide."

"Yeah, but what a way to go."

Dan shifted uncomfortably, so Bob decided to push it, in the hopes of making Dan so uncomfortable that he'd go away.

"I don't know how you do it, Dan. Surrounded by teen pussy all day long. You told me what a horn-dog you used to be in college. Gotta be tempting. A handsome guy like you, must have girls getting crushes on you all the time."

Dan sighed. "No. Not recently anyway. I'm an old fossil as far as they're concerned. But back in the day, back when I started, I had to fend them off with a stick. No shit. One girl left a pair of panties in my desk drawer. Another emailed me nude pictures. Thank god she sent them to my private account. Remind me to show them to you sometime. Very nice. But I assure you, I never reciprocated. I'm not an idiot."

"You didn't even flirt with them?"

"No. Way too scary. Besides, they don't know what they want at that age. Fucking around with a teenage girl is like playing with dynamite. But.... There was this one time I came close to... Shit. I shouldn't tell you."

"We're neighbors, Bob. Been friends for years. Buddies."

A broad grin broke out on Dan's wide, rugged face. "We are buddies, aren't we?"

"So?"

Dan shifted uncomfortably, then he whispered, "I almost did it once."

"Really?"

"About ten years ago. There was this little Mexicana tease who used to flirt with me in my AP Geography class. I was a teacher back then. It was one-sided, I assure you. She always lurked after class to ask me questions about the assignments, but really, she just wanted me to peek down her shirt as she leaned forward on my desk. She never wore a bra. Damn. Such beautiful little buds. So ripe."

"Wow."

"But I didn't touch her. I just looked. And that wasn't all. She started wearing skirts to class, no panties. She'd sit there in the front row, her legs wide open, letting me look at her fuzzy brown beaver. God, she was driving me crazy. But I didn't tell her to stop so she kept doing it. Fuck. You won't believe the stupid thing I did."

"What?"

Dan leaned in closer and whispered, "Once, during a test, I jerked off. Under the desk. Nobody saw me, but she knew. I'm sure she knew. She was looking at me the whole time with those big brown eyes, smiling and licking her sexy little lips. And fuck. Her pussy was dripping wet. Dripping! God. Your daughter Nikki was in the same class, if you can believe it. Your daughter, my buddy's daughter, but I did it anyway. God what a perv. But I had to. I just had to. I was too horned up to care."

"Damn." Bob looked around. Fuck, why did I egg him on? This story is never gonna end.

"But that wasn't the end of it. Nope. One lunchtime I caught her giving a boy a blowjob in the storage room behind my office. Two boys, actually. And I'm pretty sure she knew I'd catch her there. I always ate lunch at my desk. The boys ran off, but she was naked, and she just waited for me to walk up to her. I should have yelled at her, but all I could do was stare. Fuck. What a little hottie, you should have seen her. Tight! That beautiful, brown body. I'll never forget it. And the way she was looking at me... fuck. She wanted me. She was begging for it. She looked at my boner and said, 'It's your turn Mr. Pruitt,' then she reached for my fly."

"Oh shit! Did you let her?"

"Of course I didn't. I'm a teacher. I slapped her hand away and told her to get dressed. She did, and that was the end of that. She stopped flashing her tits and pussy at me. Then she graduated a few months later." Dan sighed. "And now she works here."

"Works where?"

"She's an English teacher now. Has been for the last five years."

Bob only knew one English Teacher who was also Mexican. "Wait... Lindsey Foster?"

"Back then her name was Lindsey Jiminez. Hottest student I ever had. And I coulda fucked her."

"Fuck! Lindsey was Nikki's best friend in high school! I had no idea she was so... naughty. She always seemed so pure and innocent."

"Yeah, she looked innocent all right, even with those boy's cocks in her mouth. It's those eyes of hers. Those big brown eyes. Those big beautiful brown eyes." He let out a long sigh.

Bob whistled. "Yeah, Lindsey's a hottie! Still, it's a good thing you didn't let her do it. How awkward would that be?"

"Are you kidding me, buddy? I shoulda done it! I've been kicking myself for the last ten years. I coulda fucked that hot little teenager, but I let her slip away. Mr. Molarez wasn't such a dope. He fucked her. Told me all about it right before he retired. In strictest confidence. Uh... shit. Don't tell anyone I told you."

"Really? Molarez? That scruffy old geezer?"

"Yep. Said it was the greatest moment of his life, not counting all those teacher of the year awards. Fuck. And me? I blew my one big chance to score teen pussy."

"You don't know that."

"She told me. Last year I reprimanded her at a staff meeting. Afterward she whispered in my ear, 'I woulda fucked you, Dan. You missed your shot.'" He sighed sadly. Then he made a fist in the air. "You gotta grab the brass ring, buddy. Grab it when it's in reach, or it may never come around again."

Bob looked at his watch. Shit. Dana Lee's probably changed her mind by now. Well, I guess it's for the best. I shouldn't do it anyway. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone, intending to text Dana Lee to tell her to forget about it. But then the phone vibrated in his hands, and Dana Lee's name popped up on the screen. He just about dropped the phone for fear of Dan seeing her name.

"Is that her?" asked Dan.

"Who?"

"Whoever you're meeting here."

"Uh... what?"

Dan grinned. "I already told you, Bob, I can read minds. They don't call me Pruitt the Prophet for nothing. Your boy is playing ball right now, but here you are standing by the Blue Bear mural, looking as guilty as sin. So don't lie to me, you're meeting someone here. Go ahead. Answer it. She's waiting."

Blushing, and almost quaking with fear, Bob lifted his phone so Dan couldn't see the screen and checked his message. It read:

"What are you doing with my Dad?"

Dan chuckled. "Go ahead. Text her back, dumbass. Don't keep her waiting. Never keep pussy waiting, Bob."

Bob typed:

"He won't go away. We should call this off."

Dan said, "Who is she, Bob?"

Bob stammered, "Uh...well... it's a bit awkward."

A big shit-eating grin broke out on Dan's face. "Oh my lord! You're fucking one of my students, aren't you? One of Julie's friends, right? Don't deny it Bob. I can smell a lie a mile away."

Bob laughed nervously, barely able to contain his hysterical fear, "Fuck, Dan... It's a bad idea. I'm calling it off."

"Oh shit, buddy, no! Text her back! NOW!"

"Really?"

"Fuck, Bob! Grab that brass ring! Grab it, buddy!"

Bob looked down and typed:

"Meet somewhere else?"

He shrugged. "It's probably too late... but... we'll see."

Dan laughed. "I can't believe it. You. Fucking a high school girl. That is so fucking awesome!" He put his hand up, and Bob high fived it weakly. "I love it! Is this your first date?"

"No... uh... we met during the summer."

Dan's eyes were glowing with interest. "Oh really? You've already tapped that ass?"

"Yeah."

"Oh shit. How old is she? No. Don't tell me. I don't want to know."

"Don't worry. She's eighteen."

Dan giggled with crazy excitement. "Fuck yeah! Barely legal! All right! I bet she's one of Dana Lee's friends, huh?"

Bob grinned. "No. I wouldn't say that."

"But she has a sweet little pussy, doesn't she?"

Bob blushed, "Yeah. The sweetest."

"And tight too, I bet."

"The tightest."

"Oh fuck, I'm getting wood just thinking about it! Debbie Lee hasn't been tight since she popped out the kids."

"I feel like a shit, though. Cheating on Brenda."

"Don't. You're human, buddy. You have your needs."

Bob's phone buzzed again and he read the message from Dana Lee as her father eagerly watched.

"Meet us inside at the Teacher's Lounge instead. Room 317, Brown building. I'll unlock the west door. I have copy of my dad's key."

Bob couldn't help but smile. Then Dan excitedly said, "Is it on?"

Bob nodded. "Sorry. Got to go, Dan."

Dan gave him a hearty slap on the back, "Fuck her hard, buddy. For me."

Bob laughed nervously. "Oh...kay. Will do."

Dan grabbed his shoulders and squeezed them tight. "You're livin' the dream buddy. Livin' the dream."

Bob grinned, then turned and walked away in a random direction. He circled around the parking lot, making sure Dan couldn't possibly be following him, then headed toward the Browne building and found the door unlocked, just as Dana Lee promised. Then on his way up the stairwell, he stopped and looked at the text again.

Wait. She said 'Meet us'. Us? What us? Shit! No. Don't let your imagination get away from you Bob. Gotta be a typo.

CHAPTER 5

Amy and Dana Lee were barefoot in the teacher's lounge kitchen, but still dressed in their uniforms. Amy was sitting on the sink counter top watching as Dana Lee leaned against the opposing wall and took a deep hit on Amy's pipe before handing it back to her. Amy repacked it and immediately sucked her lungs full of smoke as Dana Lee lit the pipe for her. Amy held the smoke, coughed and finally released what smoke remained. As she coughed again, she said, "Damn, Dana Lee. That's some good fucking shit. Fucking chronic."

Dana Lee grinned from ear to ear and said, "Best shit I've ever smoked. Laced with coke. Worth every inch of the dick I had to suck to get it."

Amy laughed. "You know you'd have sucked it, chronic or not."

Dana Lee giggled. "Yeah. Marcellus offered to trade me for some more, but I probably shouldn't see him again. Don't wanna get mixed up with gang bangers and end up like Anne Hathaway in Havoc."

Amy laughed, "Yeah, he's probably trying to turn you. Better stay away from him unless you're interested making a career out of sucking cock."

Dana Lee giggled. "Nah. I'd rather give it away for free."

Maybe it was the weed speaking, but Amy felt absolutely beautiful. Mr. Spenser's gonna die when he sees me in this outfit. She knew she looked amazing in her blue and silver trimmed skirt and top with SLHS across her breasts in silver lettering. The pleated skirt was just long enough to hide Amy's silver bikini panties. Except for when she was jumping, or flipping, or bending over. Just. No more. It was the perfect length for showcasing Amy's gorgeous legs and butt. Just as the sleeveless top was perfect for showcasing Amy's lovely toned biceps and revealing the brand new tribal tattoo that circled her right upper arm at mid bicep. She'd been on a tattoo binge for the last few months. She also had three five-point nautical stars tattooed below her right ear, a pair of interlocking Venuses on the back of her right shoulder and a green four leaf clover for her Irish roots in the small of her back. Within the clover were an additional pair of interlocking Venuses.

Yeah, I look fucking hot, but not half as hot at Dana Lee.