STACY AND TOMMY PART TWO
A
Forest Park High School story by Derek Hoffnung
In the dim
half-light of dawn Stacey rubbed her eyes, wondering
what had woken
her. She tossed and turned for a few
moments
and cursed as she
heard the whine of the milkman's electric
float move of
from outside her bedroom window. Stacey
glanced
at the radio
clock next to her bed. The red numbers
on the
digital display
glowed ethereally. She groaned, it was
hardly
worth going
back to sleep. She had to start her
paper round in
less than an
hour.
Stacey slid out
from under the warm duvet, pulled off her night
shirt and
stretched. Her nipples hardened and she
shivered as
the cool air
caressed her naked body. She padded
over the thick
carpet and
winced as she switched on the light.
She opened her
wardrobe and
laid out a clean ironed school blouse on her bed,
laying her
short grey skirt next to it. Her school
tie had
slipped off the
rail and she cursed as she fished for it amongst
the shoes. Stacey opened her top drawer and selected a
pair of
white knee high
socks. No knickers. Plenty of socks but no
knickers.
"Bollocks!" She hissed angrily. It was too early to go
searching the
airing cupboard in the utility room.
The dog
slept there and
would start barking. Stacey pulled on
her
electric blue
tracksuit bottoms, wiggling her bottom as she
hoisted them
up. The material was stretchy and skin
tight but
at that time in
the morning no one would notice her lack of
underwear. Tee shirt, cagoule and trainers completed
her outfit.
Stacey quickly
brushed her fair hair and made her way down
stairs, just
remembering the creaky step in time to avoid it.
Few people were
about as she made her way to the newsagent to
collect her big
bag of papers. Stacey made her
deliveries,
pausing now and
again to reach down and pull the crotch of her
tracksuit
down. It kept riding up in between her
pussy lips.
Not that she
really minded but the constant stimulation was
making her
horny. By the time she returned to the
newsagents
she was very
self-conscious of the dampness that had soaked
through the
thin material.
Everyone was up
and dressed when she got home. She made
her
way through to
the utility room and checked the airing cupboard.
On the top
shelf lay a pair of panties she hadn't worn since
primary
school. She didn't fancy wearing them
now if she could
help it. They had been part of the Barbie doll
merchandising
effort and
sported a motif back and front. Besides
they were
far to small
for her now. She remembered that her
mother had
put on a load
of washing on Friday night before going out.
Stacey hadn't
bothered about drying it. She hoped to
Christ Tommy
had. She checked the tumble drier. It was empty.
"Oh
fucking great!" She declared as
she opened the washing
machine
door. Four pairs of her navy school
knickers lay mixed
up in the soggy
tangle of clothes. Stacey transferred
the
washing to the
drier and turned the dial. To late to
help her
now but least
she would have knickers for the morning.
She
grabbed the
Barbie panties from the cupboard and went upstairs
to change for
school.
Without warning
her bedroom door flew open and banged against
her chest of
drawers. Naked except for her socks and
knickers,
she hugged her arms
around her breasts to hide them.
"Mum says
if you don't come down straight down you won't get
any
breakfast!" Her stepbrother said.
"Tommy! How many times have I told you to knock
first!" She
shouted
angrily.
"Mmm,
mmm. Nice pants!" He laughed.
"I didn't know you were
a Barbie
fan."
"Fuck you
Tommy!" She cried as she grabbed a
pillow. Tom
skipped out of
the room as the pillow hit the back of the door.
Five minutes
later Stacey was gobbling her cereal, trying not
to dribble milk
down her blazer.
"Where's
Tom?" She asked.
"He's gone
already." Her mum said looking at
her watch. Stacey
got the hint
and raised the bowl to her lips. With a
loud slurp
she drank the
remaining milk. She belched.
"Oops,
sorry!" She said to her stepfather
as she gave him peck
on the
cheek. She grabbed her school bag and
ran after Tommy.
She caught up
with him at the corner of Forest Park Lane and they
paused while
she got her breath back. Stacey slipped both hands
up the back of her
skirt and wriggled as she pulled the tight
panties from in
between her buttocks. A wolf whistle
echoed up
from the fenced
off manhole behind her. A telephone
engineer
stuck his head
up from the hole.
"Cheeky!" The engineer called up.
"Bloody
hell!" Stacey yelled angrily,
pulling the hem of her
skirt down over
her thighs. "Bloody pervert! Did you see that
Tom? That pervert was looking up my skirt!"
A black Ford
Granada slowed to a crawl as it went past.
The horn
sounded. Both kids jumped and looked around at the
car. Mr
Holbrook was
tapping his watch and pointing at the school.
"C'mon
Sis!" Tommy said, tugging the
sleeve of Stacey's navy
blazer. "We might just make it if we run."
They were
breathing hard as they crossed the deserted playground
and burst
through the main doors. Tom skidded
round the corner
into the main
corridor, almost colliding with Kirsty Hubbard.
"Sorry
Miss, we're late!"
"I can see
that Tommy, you'll be even later if you end up in
casualty." She looked at Stacey.
"Sorry
Miss, it's my fault." Stacey said
feeling obliged to say
something. "I couldn't find my knickers."
Kirsty raised
her eyebrows.
"I don't
think I really want to know. As long as
you found a pair
in the
end."
"Yes
Miss." Stacey said sheepishly.
"The
Headmaster is taking a phone call in his office so
assembly hasn't
started yet." Kirsty told them.
Both kids
sighed in
relief. "Now walk, don't
run."
"Thanks
Miss!" They chorused.
A few steps on
Tommy stopped and looked back over his shoulder
at the
retreating figure of the student teacher.
The rear view
was as
tantalising as the front. Her tight
grey trousers showed
every detail of
her panty-line.
"C'mon
perv!" Stacey said, guessing what
he was gawping at.
They had to
stand at the back of the hall and Stacey, standing on
tiptoe, tried
to see her friends over the sea of heads.
At the
end of assembly
she pushed her way towards them. As
usual two of
the four hall
doors were locked creating a bottleneck.
In the
pressing throng
of bodies Stacey felt a hand slip up her skirt from
behind and
squeeze her pussy. She looked around
sharply at the
spotty first
year behind her. She raised the heel of
her shoe and
brought it down
hard on his shinbone. The boy squealed
and hopped
backwards out
of the crowd rubbing his leg. She
didn't notice the
grinning fifth
former next to her sniff his hand.
Whenever she
was seated, Stacey kept her knees together and the hem
of her short
skirt pulled down over her thighs. The
school had a
strict dress
code, which included regulation underwear.
She wasn't
sure if it was
rigorously enforced and certainly didn't want to
find out the
hard way. In this fashion Stacey almost
managed to
get through the
whole day without anyone spotting her embarrassing
Barbie
panties. Almost.
At home time
she headed to a fire exit next to the science labs.
Tom had told
her to meet him at the service vehicle entrance next
to the playing
fields as he had football for his last lesson.
Stacey could
take a short cut across the staff car park.
The
non-emergency
use of fire doors was forbidden and every one was
fitted with a
"THIS DOOR IS ALARMED" sticker.
Stacey hovered by
the library
door as he heard someone approaching.
Mr Holbrook
rounded the
corner and didn't seem to notice her as he passed.
He went to the
door and pushed on the bar. The door
opened. No
alarm sounded.
"Are you
staying all night Stacey?" He
called to her.
"No
sir." She said.
"Well come
on then." He was holding the door
open for her.
Stacey thought
he was really cool and well, sexy. As
she ducked
under his arm
she could smell his aftershave. Out in
the open a
puff of wind
blew her skirt up at the back. Stacey
squealed as
She fought to
cover herself up.
"Stacey?" He called after her.
"Yes
sir?" She stopped and turned
around. Was he going to tell
her off after
all?
"Aren't
you a bit old for Barbie?" He
asked smiling.
Stacey went
bright red. He had seen her knickers.
"You
shouldn't be looking sir!" She
said indignantly.
"Well," he chuckled, "I couldn't help but
notice. I think they
may be a bit on
the small side. Very sexy, but don't
let the
Headmaster
catch you wearing them. Goodnight
Stacey."
"G'night
sir." She called, smiling sweetly
after him.
"Sexy?" She thought, waiting for him to get around
the corner
towards the car
park. Stacey reached under her skirt
and gasped.
Her panties had
wedged right up between her buttocks.
"Stupid
bloody things!" She spat as she
delved deep to hook her
fingers under
the offending material. She tugged it
down sharply.
"Hiya
Stacey!" Her stepfather called
from the lounge as she
closed the
front door.
"Hi
dad." She said as she plonked
herself down on the armchair
opposite, just
remembering to clamp her legs together as he
looked
over. He was laying on the sofa
watching golf on the
wide screen TV.
"Dad?"
"Uh-huh?" He said, turning back to the TV.
"Can I
turn over? Adonis are starting on the
other channel and
I really want
to see it."
"Adon-who?" He asked.
"Adonis,
they're a boy band and I'm really into them.
Can I turn
over? Puurrrrrrlease?" She gave him her sexiest pout.
"I thought
you had your own TV upstairs." He
replied.
"But it's
only a titchy screen. I wanted to see
them on the wide
screen."
"Well,
what's bigger, the width of a stage or the length of a
golf
course?"
"Huh?" She said.
"A golf course I suppose."
"There you
are then. I need the wide screen to fit
it all in."
"Hmmmpf!" She said, miffed. She couldn't argue against that
kind of logic and
resignedly went upstairs.
Her mother had
given her a colour portable TV for her thirteenth
birthday and
she had an extra advantage. She could
turn the
volume up as
loud as she liked. Stacey had saved up
weeks of
paper round
money to buy herself a set of headphones and an
extra long
spiral extension lead. She plugged it
all in and
switched on
before flopping down on her bed and kicking off her
school shoes.
The adverts
finished. She looked to her left and
blew a kiss to
the poster of
the lead singer which she had blu-tacked onto the
side of her
wardrobe. Just above the poster a
yellowed strip
of sellotape
trapped the torn corner of an older poster,
evidence of her
former love and testament to another boy band
break-up.
The intro ended
and one of the bands' hits played in the
background as
lead singer Donny welcomed viewers to the
Australian Tour
Special. Stacey's eyes widened. His chest was
bare and oiled
and he wore nothing but a smile and faded jeans.
"Ooh,
yeah!" She said, unable to hear her
own voice. For the
next four
minutes she was submersed in her fantasy world,
believing that
every word of the love song was aimed at her.
One hand gently
massaged the slight swelling in her school
jumper. The nipple under her finger grew hard, she
could even
feel it through
her clothing.
Her other hand
trailed fingertips up from her knee and over her
inner
thigh. Her foot blocked the bottom
corner of the screen,
the white sock
dirty at the toes. She opened her legs,
wanting
her view to be
perfect. Stacey rubbed her thigh,
imagining it
was Donny's
hand. The programme cut to a beach
scene and Donny
had changed
into tight beige coloured trunks. His
bulge was
clearly
visible.
"Oh fuck
yes!" Stacey gasped, moving her
hand up over the
elasticised leg
of her Barbie knickers. She pushed her
skirt
up over her
tummy. Stacey's eyes closed for a
second as she
slipped her
hand down the front of her panties and squeezed her
pussy lips
together. She watched avidly as the
band gyrated
and
hip-thrusted they're way through the beach number. Her
middle finger
kept time with the beat as it slid up and down
her creamy
slit.
By the first
chorus she had slipped her knickers down past her
knees and
flicked her feet, not caring where her underwear
landed. Her finger worked busily and by the second
chorus her
puffy labia had
parted and her inner lips gaped wetly open.
Her clitoris
throbbed as it protruded from under the protective
hood. She ignored her swollen clit, knowing that
the slightest
touch there would
send her over the edge. Stacey
compromised
slipping a
finger into her oozing pussy hole. She
slid her
other hand up
under her clothing and lifted her bra cup from
her
breast. She pinched hard on her
aureole, and rolled her
stiff nipple
between her fingers, relishing dull ache.
The scene cut
to a shot in the gym. Donny was
performing sit
ups. A low camera angle allowed her to see up his
shorts.
Her finger
slipped out of her vagina and moved up to the top
of her
labia. Stacey noticed the bulge in his
white underpants.
Her fingers
worked furiously, rubbing small circles over her
erect
clitoris. She arched her back,
straining her calf
muscles and
half screamed, half cried, as a spurt of hot fluid
jetted from her
cunt and dribbled down her perineum. As
the
credits rolled
she collapsed back onto the mattress and lay
breathless.
She was hot and
damp under her blouse and her ears wet with
sweat under the
vinyl of the headphones. Stacey pulled
off
her school tie
and slipped the headphones off, surprised at
how loudly she
was panting. She sat on the edge of the
bed to
turn off the
TV. A feeling of dread washed over her
body. Her
bedroom door
was laying wide open. She knew she had
closed it
when she had
come in to her room.
She checked out
of the window. Mum's car was not in the
drive.
After a long
while she went downstairs having changed into
jeans and tee
shirt. She checked the paper. The golf had ended
half way
through her programme. For the first
time since
coming downstairs
she looked at her stepfather. He was
staring
at her in a
very strange way. Stacey went bright
red and
disappeared
back upstairs.
Mum brought
Tommy home at nine o'clock and had stopped at the
Chinese
takeaway. Tom handed over his football
kit from his
school bag to
his stepmother.
"Hold on,
I've got some more upstairs mum, shirts from last
week."
"Oh, it's
okay, I picked them up while I did the hoovering."
She said.
Tom blanched as
ran up to his room. He checked under
the bed.
"Fuck,
fuck, fuck!" He cried. The panties he had hidden there
on Friday were
gone. Instead he found a folded piece
of paper
ripped from a
spiral bound notebook. It was his
stepmother's
handwriting.
The note said:
"Tommy, I
know you are growing up and have needs.
Don't worry
I don't mind if
you borrow my things to use. But please
put
them back in
the laundry basket after. Don't worry I
won't
tell dad. XXX
Janice."
He sat on his
bed in silence.
After ten minutes
there was a knock on the door and Janice came
in. He still held the note in his hand. Janice knelt down in
front of her
stepson and lifted his chin up until their eyes
met. His were full of shame. A tear rolled down his cheek.
Janice used her
thumb to wipe it away.
"It's
okay, really Tommy." Her voice was
kind and gentle.
I must admit I
was a bit shocked but mostly I'm really flattered
you can think
of me that way." She hugged
him. He could feel
her big breasts
pressed against his chest.
"I left
you a present from my London trip. It's
under you
pillow but I
don't want you to look until bedtime. She kissed
him. Now come on, lets go and see if Stacey has
left you any
spare
ribs."
Tommy lay in
his bed with the light out and remembered the
present. He slid his hand between his pillows and
felt
something soft
and lacy. He could guess what it
was. "So
she was wearing
a thong!" He said into the
darkness. Tommy
held the
delicate underwear to his nose and took a long sniff.
He smiled. He would know that smell anywhere.