Subject:     High School Chemistry Class
Story Codes: f-solo mast oral exhib
Diary date:  January 17, 2002 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Most people don't remember their high school chemistry class as being a lot 
of fun.  Well, they didn't have Robin as their lab partner!

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 – About Robin
   Chapter 2 – Class Pervert
   Chapter 3 – Home With My Mom
   Chapter 4 – Masturbating About Robin
   Chapter 5 – Sucking My Dad’s Dick
   Chapter 6 – Robin Takes My Panties
   Chapter 7 – Masturbating in Class
   Chapter 8 – After Class


Chapter 1 – About Robin
=======================

A lot of people have asked me if I use to tease my teachers or otherwise fool 
around in school.  The reality is that I did a lot more at church and 
community functions than I ever did at school.  My goal was to be a teacher 
someday and I especially wanted to teach in my old school district so it 
really wouldn't have been to my advantage to have anyone on the staff 
associating me with something controversial when I was a student. Despite the 
sensationalism in the media, the vast majority of teachers do NOT have sex 
with their students and doing so is NOT considered a career enhancing move.  
Of course, that doesn’t mean I was exactly an angel all the time either.  Far 
from it.

In my senior year of high school I took an advanced chemistry class.  I 
wasn't looking forward to it but my guidance counselor said it would look 
good on my college application.  As it turned out, there would be more 
chemistry in the class than the syllabus described, although I doubt it was 
the type that the school intended.

The classroom was really more of a lab.  Square tables were set up two across 
the room and four deep with spots for four students at each one.  Each one 
had a top made of some dark black impenetrable material with a sink in the 
middle and connections for gas for the burners.  A number of drawers with 
locks were built in for us to store our materials in.

Instead of chairs or desks, we had to sit on these tall and uncomfortable 
stools with no backs and just a small round top.  It was one of the older 
classrooms in the school, not much different from when our parents went to 
school here.  In other words, long overdue for remodeling.

On the first day of class I was running late and at first I thought the class 
was full.  Actually, it was just the front of the classroom where the door 
was that was filled and the last row of stools was empty.  I found myself 
seated at one of the lab tables in the rear of the classroom next to Robin.

Robin was one of the hottest girls in school with a well-earned reputation as 
the school whore.  To me there is a big difference between being a slut and a 
whore.  As a slut, I used my body to MY advantage to get the things I wanted. 
On the other hand, Robin was a whore who just let boys use her for their own 
pleasure.  I suspected she used drugs which might explain why she allowed 
herself to be so degraded.

That said, Robin was beautiful.  She was slim with an olive complexion that 
bespoke her Italian heritage along with long dark wavy hair.  While I didn't 
think I was all that bad looking, sitting next to her I had to admit she was 
in a class of her own.  Robin had fantastic slim legs that I would have 
killed for, a shapely ultra-tight ass, and perfect C-cup breasts.  

To top it all off, Robin knew just how to show everything off to its fullest 
advantage.  Her skirts were always as short as the dress code allowed and 
usually shorter.  I don’t think I ever saw her once in a dress or skirt that 
even came close to her knees, no matter what the weather or circumstances.

The few times Robin wore jeans they looked like they’d been shrink wrapped on 
her.  Now I love tight pants myself so I know just how difficult it can be to 
get them all the way up.  Typically it involves a process where I lay on my 
back on my bed while sucking in my stomach and pulling them up as hard as I 
could.  In Robin’s case I hadn’t a clue how she got into hers or what kept 
the seams from bursting once they were on.

Robin’s blouses were always a size (or two) too small and they were usually 
cut low enough to show off lots of her ample cleavage.  If not, she would 
leave enough buttons undone to accomplish the same effect.  Usually she wore 
a bra but I think it was more to show off the bra than for any support it 
might offer.  All of them looked like they came straight from Victoria 
Secret.

Not only did Robin dress provocatively, she knew how to act the part as well.  
She had this subtle way of crossing her legs and letting her skirt 
“accidentally” ride up practically to her ass, acting nonchalant yet knowing 
full well every boy in the room was staring at here - not to mention more 
than a few girls and some of the teachers.  Then she would switch legs and 
briefly flash a pair of sexy panties or a miniscule thong.  More than once I 
would have sworn she wasn’t wearing anything at all!

By virtue of our seating arrangement Robin and I were lab partners so we 
talked in class but outside of the classroom we never socialized.  She hung 
around with the “bad” crowd and never went to church so far as I knew.  I 
didn’t smoke or use drugs which also put us in different social circles.

In comparison I tried my best to be your typical “church girl” to the general 
population although I had a pretty solid reputation among the boys if which I 
was quite proud.  They knew, many from personal experience, that I was 
willing to suck just about any cock I could get my hands (and mouth) on.  It 
was a bit of a naughty reputation but one I was actually quite proud of and 
had worked hard to get!

I had no doubt that Robin knew all about me but we never discussed anything 
along those lines and since our social lives were so diverse it didn’t really 
matter anyway.  I think we pretty much had sex with different guys so we 
couldn't even compare notes.

So far as my school wardrobe went I liked to be a bit suggestive but in 
comparison to Robin I was a downright conservative catholic schoolgirl.  For 
me, it was all part of my strategy where while I didn’t mind having a slutty 
reputation with the boys but at school I wanted to maintain a solid 
reputation.  Of course that’ didn’t mean away from school I didn’t have more 
fun with the way I dressed.  One of my favorite hobbies was teasing boys so 
when my younger cousin Kristi and I would go shopping at the mall, all bets 
were off.  

My standard school “uniform” was a tight pair of faded jeans with a cotton 
blouse or fleece.  On occasion when I was feeling particularly randy I wore a 
skirt but usually within a few inches of my knees and wore panties instead of 
a thong.

Once away from school I “lost” the panties whenever possible.  I especially 
enjoyed going to church in nothing but a light dress with nothing underneath 
– no hose, slip, bra or panties.  There was something about shaking hands 
with the minister after the service knowing I was completely exposed under 
the thin material of my dress that made me tingle every time.

Our chemistry teacher, Mr. Miller, was relatively new and this was only his 
second year as a full-time teacher.  He wasn’t married and really not all 
that much older than some of his older students.   Heck, I’d fucked guys 
twice his age! He wasn’t bad looking either and I have to admit I spent more 
than one chemistry class dreaming about being held up after class for some 
“personal” tutoring. 

It wasn't just me that was interested in him either.  Mr. Miller definitely 
had Robin’s attention and she made no effort whatsoever to hide the fact.  
She was “available” and there was no way he couldn't have known it.  Robin 
had the advantage that everyone already knew she was a whore so she didn’t 
care that we all saw what she was doing.  Actually, I got a kick out of 
watching this little cat and mouse game between her and Mr. Miller where she 
was the naughty feline and he was the poor mouse being teased unmercifully by 
her.

Mr. Miller liked to lecture from the back of the room.  It was something he 
did in all of his classes but in our class he had the added entertainment of 
Robin who would flash her legs and boobs as far as she could get away with.  
She was always going up to him when he was at his desk to ask a question, 
making sure she was leaning over as far as possible so he got a great view of 
her awesome breasts down her unbuttoned blouse. 

I had to hand it to Mr. Miller though, he dealt with everything Robin threw 
at him extremely well and always in a professional manner.  He never 
responded in any way to Robin’s treachery, not even when she got carried away 
and literally rubbed her breasts against his shoulder as she would lean from 
behind to show him something. 

Mr. Miller was no dummy and obviously knew the best way to deal with someone 
like Robin was to ignore her because it was his attention she really wanted.  
I’m sure she wanted his attention AND his cock if she could have it.  I had 
it on pretty good authority that Robin had fucked several of the teachers in 
her high school career and there were even some rumors about her back in 
middle school.  

Academically she wasn’t the brightest bulb on the string yet somehow she made 
the honor roll every semester.  Robin may not have the highest SAT scores but 
that didn't mean she was dumb!  Sometimes “street smarts” can trump “book 
smarts”.


Chapter 2 – Class Pervert
=========================

The second semester had just started and once we were seated I thought that I 
heard someone messing around in the small lab room directly behind our 
classroom.

There was a door leading to it right behind the lab table where Robin and I 
sat with blinds that were always shut.  I’d taken a brief peek in there 
shortly after classes had started to quench my curiosity but since then I’d 
never ventured back into the room.  It was not much more than an oversize 
closet with some lab equipment and a sink. 

Today was the first sign I’d ever seen or heard that anyone ever used the 
mysterious back room.   The door opened briefly and Mark, the senior class 
nerd, stepped out and went to Mr. Miller’s office. 

Mark was so far ahead of everyone else that apparently he spent most of his 
time in self-study classes since he’d already aced all the regular classes in 
his junior year.  Mark was the perfect image of the school nerd; short and 
dorky looking, shy to the point of being afraid of girls, and always managed 
to dress funny without even trying.

It would’ve shocked me if he wasn't still a virgin as I’d never heard of 
anyone ever going out with him.  He was always quiet as a church mouse and 
after the first week or so I had forgotten all about him.  One day when we 
were getting ready for class, Robin looked at me and giggled a bit. 

“What’s so funny Robin?? I asked.  I looked down at my clothes and asked, 
“OK, did I spill something on my blouse?”

Robin giggled again and shook her head.  Then I noticed that her eyes were 
pointing to the rear lab room.  She leaned over and whispered to me, “Did you 
know that nerd Mark has been watching us from the lab room?  I’ve noticed 
that the blinds move a little whenever I let my skirt ride up.” 

I looked at her with wide eyes and said, “You’ve got to be kidding! What do 
you think he’s doing?”

“Well,” Robin replied with a sly grin, “I think the little pervert’s jerking 
off while watching the two of us through the blinds.” 

Then she gave me a sly grin and asked, “So what do you say? Want to help me 
tease the stupid peeping Tom?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Robin gave me a truly wicked grin saying, “Just make sure you wear a short 
skirt tomorrow and follow my lead.” 

The class was about to begin so we had to be quiet.  Sitting there trying to 
pay attention to Mr. Miller, my mind kept wandering to what Robin had said.  
I had to admit I was intrigued and during the rest of the class I felt more 
than a bit turned on as I dreamed up various possibilities.  It didn't hurt 
that Robin was going to be involved.  As much as I loved to tease boys, even 
I could probably learn some lessons from Robin.


Chapter 3 – Home With My Mom
============================

After school, I couldn't wait until my mom got home from work.  My mom was my 
closest friend and I shared everything with her.  Who taught me to 
masturbate?  My mom.  Who was the first person I told when I lost my 
virginity?  My mom.  Who got me on the pill immediately afterwards?  Do I 
need to say?  She loved to wait up for me when I was out on a date so I could 
tell her all about it – the more details the better.

It was like she was reliving her high school years through me but I didn't 
mind.  There are things I can’t tell even my closest girlfriends at school 
but with mom, nothing is off limits.  My mom had sex with her dad as well as 
with her sister so she was able to relate to my situation with my dad.  Of 
all the people I knew, my mother was one the most wise and moral of anyone 
and I trusted her advice and usually took her suggestions – and later wished 
I had those times when I didn't.

My dad was working late as usual so it was just me and mom for most of the 
evening.  She’d brought home supper which we shared while watching TV in the 
family room.  Both of us had changed out of our clothes and I was wearing one 
of my dad’s newest shirts while she had on a long nightshirt that fell well 
below her knees.

“You know, your dad’s gonna have a fit when he see that on you,” my mom 
teased me, “He’s only worn that shirt once.”

“I know, why do you think I picked it?” I replied and we both giggled, 
“Besides, I doubt he’ll complain TOO much.”

My mom just shook her head in mock resignation.  I knew she was just teasing 
me as after all, she was the one who mentioned my dad had some new shirts in 
the closet.  I loved wearing men’s shirts in the evening, even if I took them 
off when I went to bed.  They were loose and comfortable and sometimes I 
didn't even button them up, depending on my dad’s mood for the night.

After some small talk I turned to my mom and told her about Robin’s 
suggestion for me.  I told her about Mark and how Robin thought he’d been 
masturbating in school.

“In school?” my mom said incredulously, “I can’t believe anyone would be that 
stupid.  Maybe in the restroom but not in class.”

I explained to her how the lab room was isolated in the rear of the class and 
how the window was protected by the blinds.  Even so, I could tell from the 
look on her face that she still wasn’t buying it.  I had to admit, I’d never 
seen anything myself but why would Robin lie about something like that?

“Well, I’ve heard more than a few things about that girl,” my mom huffed, “It 
wouldn't surprise me that she just wanted to get you in trouble.  You know, I 
was told she was doing it with your old principal – right in his office!”

I just laughed.  Everyone in school had heard that one and while Robin would 
never confirm or deny it, it WAS true that he had resigned under some rather 
bizarre circumstances so who knows?

“Well, I don’t see what harm it could cause,” my mom said, finally giving in 
to me, “Just don’t do anything with your teacher – OK?”

I promised her and went over to her chair and gave her a kiss.  We hugged and 
for the rest of the evening we just watched TV while I did some homework.  My 
dad was really running late so I ended up going to bed before he got home so 
he never got to see me in his shirt.  Oh well, maybe the next night?

I slipped in bed and the sheets felt cold against my bare skin but quickly 
warmed up as the comforter captured my body heat.  I was tired but thoughts 
about the next day kept my mind churning and I felt a familiar twinge between 
my legs.  The more I thought about it, the more excited I was getting and it 
wasn't about teasing some poor boy. 

No, my thoughts were centered around someone else – Robin.  God she was so 
sexy and beautiful.  I would’ve given anything to have a body like hers!  
Everything I had, she had just a little bit better.  Her dark hair was long 
and natural wavy while mine was to my shoulders and straight regardless of 
all attempts I’d made.  My boobs were slowly appearing but hers were right 
out of Playboy – full and firm with nipples that always seemed to be poking 
through her clothes.   My figure wasn't all that bad but she was classic with 
a perfect waist and hips.  Her legs belonged on a lingerie package while mine 
still thin and filling out.  Most times I was jealous of her but with the 
lights out and me laying nude on my bed, I imagined what it would be like to 
be with her.


Chapter 4 – Masturbating About Robin
====================================

Other than my mom and aunt, I’d never had sex with another woman.  Sure I’ve 
masturbated numerous times with my cousin and friends but we never touched 
each other when we did it. 

I couldn’t help but wonder what would it be like to touch Robin, to feel her 
perfect body pressed up against mine, her large boobs against my own and our 
pussies pressing up against one another. 

As thoughts of Robin’s sensational body filled my imagination, my hand moved 
between my legs and I raised my knees up and spread them apart as I began to 
touch myself while my other hand slowly caressed my boobs.  My finger ran 
tight little circles around my clit and I gasped when I pushed it inside of 
my wet pussy, drawing the lubrication up and out to wet my clit more.  God it 
felt so good to touch myself!

As all my friends will testify, I LOVE to masturbate and typically did it at 
least once or twice a day although more if I was particularly horny.  It had 
nothing to do with whether or not I was getting laid – I just loved to do it.  
Sometimes I would do myself after a guy fucked me and had fallen asleep or 
otherwise lost interest after coming.  It was more unusual for me NOT to do 
it in the morning than it was to do it.  Unless I had a desperate need to use 
the bathroom, I almost always masturbated before I even got out of bed.  
Different people have different times when they are naturally horny.  For me, 
it’s right after I’ve woken up.  Sometimes before I rub the sleep from my 
eyes I already have one hand between my legs!

It didn't take long for me to get myself worked up to the point of having an 
orgasm.  Usually when I cum I am dreaming of being fucked by somebody or 
sucking some incredible cock but in this case I imagined myself in a 69 with 
Robin with me on top.  As my pussy burst with pleasure I dreamed of Robin’s 
tongue playing on my sensitive clit while my face was pressed between her 
incredibly soft thighs and my mouth over her well-fucked pussy.  As my pussy 
cum gushed from me, I dreamed of Robin licking it up like a cat at a bowl of 
milk and then she was cumming as well, drenching my face with her tasty cum.

Once my orgasm had died down I collapsed in bed and panted while I tried to 
catch my breath.  God, what could feel better than an orgasm?  Not even drugs 
could possibly make me feel this good although if it was anything like this, 
then I could sympathize with drug addicts as I was addicted to my orgasms as 
much as any heroin addict.  The best part was, masturbation was legal and I 
could do it anytime I wanted!


Chapter 5 – Sucking My Dad’s Dick
=================================

The next morning I woke up and after my typical masturbation session and 
washroom duties, I was back in my room debating what to wear.  I wasn't 
really sure what Robin had in mind and again I wondered if she was just 
pulling some practical joke on me.

Well, I finally decided that I had nothing to lose so I picked out one of my 
shorter skirts, one that my dad had bought me a little while back when we 
were out just having some fun.  I’d had never worn to school before because 
it was several inches shorter than the school dress code allowed and it 
wasn't like the dress code was all that conservative to start with. 

With a skirt this short, odds were that someone would be seeing underneath it 
more than once during the day so I decided to wear a relatively conservative 
white thong.  It wasn’t the sexiest I had and covered my ass more than most 
of my thongs did but it was still better than wearing panties. Going without 
anything underneath my skirt would’ve been a lot naughtier but I was out to 
have fun, not get suspended and sent home before homeroom was over!

Gathering my books and coat, I went downstairs where to my surprise, my dad 
was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

“Hey Dad!” I said with a note of surprise, “What are you doing here so late?”

My dad grinned and explained that my mom had told him all about my plans for 
the day.

“Well, you couldn't expect me to just go to work without seeing for myself 
what you chose to wear, could you?”   Then he looked me over and smiled when 
he saw my skirt.

“Hmmm, I remember buying you that one,” he said, licking his lips just a bit, 
“I ALSO remember what you did with it when we got home!”

I giggled at his comments and indeed, I remembered as well how I’d worn it 
just long enough to strip if off as he watched my every move.  My dad got up 
and gave me a big hug.  Then we kissed, our mouths open and tongues meeting 
as I felt his hands grab my butt through my skirt and then work their way 
underneath. He lifted up my skirt and ran his hands over my ass.  Then he 
felt my thong and stepped back to take a look for himself.

“You’re wearing THAT to school?” he said with a note of surprise as he lifted 
up my skirt enough to get a good view of my thong-coved butt.  “A little 
suggestive, don’t you think?”

“Oh daddy!” I said, trying to sound exasperated. 

“Seriously baby, you might want to reconsider,” he said tenderly, “Besides, a 
pair of white panties can be even more of a tease in the right time and 
place.”

He had a point and I considered for a moment what he said.  If there was one 
thing my dad knew, it was about teasing and seduction.  I learned a lot from 
being with him and although they may not have known it, many a guy owed the 
performance they received from me to my dad. 

I put my finger up before he could say anything else and raced up to my 
bedroom where I pulled off the thong and rummaged through my drawer to find 
some cotton panties.  I knew I had at least one pair in there somewhere and 
finally I found them.  They were like new – when was the last time I had worn 
panties period?  I quickly slipped them on and ran down the steps to returned 
to the kitchen. 

My dad was waiting rather impatiently and so I turned around to face away 
from him.  Keeping my legs straight, I leaned over until my fingers touched 
the floor, letting my skirt ride up for him to see my ass.

“Oh yeah, now THAT’S what I’m talking about!” my dad exclaimed.  “How many 
time do I have to tell you not to give away the whole package when you can 
tease them just with a preview.”

Straightening up and arranging my skirt, I turned back to face him.  Well, if 
the bulge in his pants was any indication, this outfit did indeed turn him on 
more.  With a foxy smile I walked up to him and grabbed his crotch with my 
left hand.  I could feel his hardening cock through his slacks and he took in 
a sharp breath as I squeezed his dick in my hand through them.

“Ummmmm, don’t you need to get going to school?” he asked hoarsely.

I looked up at his face and saw the lust in his eyes.  There is something 
incredibly erotic about seeing your own father getting all worked up over 
you.  No matter what he might say, he wanted me now and I knew nothing would 
please him more than to give myself to him right then and there. 

It was true that I DID need to get going so there wasn't time for a full 
fucking but I could at least suck his cock.  After all, it wouldn't have been 
fair to turn him on this way and then just leave him with his erection and 
lust unfulfilled.  Indeed, wasn't it my duty as his daughter to take care of 
his needs, especially when it comes to his sexual desires?  Besides, the 
thought of going to school with the aftertaste of my dad’s cum in my mouth 
fresh in my mouth was too tempting to pass up.

“Here... let me take care of you daddy,” I whispered to him as I dropped to 
my knees.

“Oh yes baby,” my dad groaned, not even a playful hint of resistance remained 
as his natural desires and lust overcame him, “You know what I want Kelly.”

Oh indeed I did! I knew that few things pleased my father more than to have 
his only daughter suck his cock.  My mom tried to explain it to me when I 
first started doing it, to ensure that I understood that his lust for me was 
not JUST sexual.  She told me that he had wanted more children and that 
because she couldn't have more, I was all he had.  Being intimate with me was 
his way of showing me just how special I was to him. 

Even so, I knew there was more to it than she wanted to tell me, maybe more 
than she would even accept or believe.  I could see it in my dad’s eye, 
especially at times like this.  As I undid his pants I looked up into his 
eyes and saw it again, the intense lust, the passionate desire, the 
unrelenting sexual needs that seemed to consume him at times and could only 
be completely fulfilled by his daughter.

It thrilled me to know that my father needed me so badly.  Imagine how proud 
it made me to know that I was the only person in the world that he could turn 
to at times like this!

My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would burst from my chest.  I 
pulled down his slacks and grabbed his boxer shorts by the elastic waist band 
and pulled them down as well, allowing his stiff cock to emerge in front of 
me.

I looked at it and I felt the most intense mixture of love and lust.  Love 
because I knew that I was the one he was hard for because he loved me so 
much.   Lust because I also knew he was hard for me because I was a young 
teenage girl offering herself over to him totally and completely, without 
hesitation or regret.

“Watch me daddy,” I called up to him softly, “Watch me suck your cock.”

It wasn't necessary, he wouldn’t have missed watching me no matter what 
happened at this point.  Like, I think our pastor could’ve walked in the 
front door at this moment and my father wouldn't have cared.  I could see the 
distant look in his eyes, the way his tongue played on his dry lips, the way 
his fingers stroked gently through my hair.  He was my father and he was all 
mine.

Seeing his dick in front of me was exciting.  I reached out with my tongue 
and touched the tip of his cock, flickering it over it like a snake reaching 
out to sense its surroundings.  The scent of his crotch still smelled of the 
soap he’d washed it with just an hour earlier but the musk of his sex was 
beginning to emerge.

I held his cock by the base, his pubic hair peeking out through my fingers as 
my mouth surrounded his cock and I slowly took it in until about half of him 
was in my mouth.  My lips tightened around him and I began to slowly stroke 
his cock in and out of my mouth.

“Oh god Kelly, that feels so good,” my dad whispered hoarsely to me. He took 
my head in his strong hands and began to push and pull me into his crotch, 
setting the pace for my cocksucking.

“Deeper... go deeper,” he called out softly to me, “Take it all in your 
mouth.”

At the same time, he pulled my head more sharply into his groin, forcing his 
cock down into my throat.  I almost gagged the first time but I relaxed my 
throat and took him in.  He pulled me head even harder into his crotch, 
forcing every inch of his cock into my mouth and throat. Just as I was about 
to cry out for air, he pulled me by the hair away from him and I gasped 
loudly as I tried to catch my breath.

“Again,” he commanded me, “Take it again... ALL of it.”

He didn't wait for me to respond but instead forced his cock back into my 
mouth again.  He repeated this several times, pushing his cock into my throat 
and then allowing me to just catch my breath long enough before shoving it 
down me again.

“Now suck just the head and stroke me,” I barely heard him say.

I did as he said, taking just the head of his stiff cock into my mouth with 
my lips sealing just down on his smooth shaft under the lip of his head.  I 
started to stroke his cock with my right hand, sliding easily up and down his 
shaft which was still wet from having just been in my mouth.  I just kept 
stroking him and stroking him, until finally my arm began to tire and so I 
switched hands.

I was beginning to think he was never going to cum when I heard him groan 
loudly.

“Don’t stop... oh god don’t stop now... I’m cumming!” he called out loudly.

Suddenly I felt his hairy crotch pressing into my face and then his cock shot 
out its first stream of incestual cum into my mouth.  I felt the warmth of it 
striking the back of my throat and beginning to fill my mouth.  He kept 
cumming and cumming as I tried valiantly to keep it all in my mouth but it 
was too much for me to hold.

I couldn’t swallow with his cock in my mouth so I loosened my lips enough to 
let it spill out and drip down my chin onto the floor below me.   Finally he 
finished and I let his spent cock slip from my mouth.  It took several tries 
to swallow it all down and I knew it would be a while before the strong 
aftertaste cleared but that didn't matter – I loved it.  Looking up at my 
dad, I saw he was smiling as he stroked my hair away from my face.

“Did you like that daddy?” I asked in a soft voice, “Did I make you happy?”

My dad lifted me up to my feet and looked into my eyes.  He smiled and kissed 
me on the cheek (he was never one for tasting his own cum).

“Oh Kelly... you are the most wonderful daughter any father could ever ask 
for,” he said in a low deep voice.

That was all he said but it was enough for me.  I’d pleased my dad and what 
more could I ask for?

I went to the kitchen to wipe off my chin and then came back to clean up the 
cum that had dripped to the floor.  Grabbing my school stuff, I gave my dad a 
peck on the cheek and said goodbye.

It was only a few blocks to school so wasn't long before I was walking down 
the halls, wondering if anyone had a clue as to why I was smiling so broadly 
so early in the morning.  The aftertaste of my dad’s cum was still strong in 
my mouth and it reminded me of how good it had made me feel when he came.  I 
wondered if he was thinking of me know as he was driving to work?  All in 
all, not a bad way to start out the day!


Chapter 6 – Robin Takes My Panties
==================================

Even though I wasn't exactly the most conservative dresser in school, this 
particular skirt was not part of my typical wardrobe and I loved the extra 
attention I was getting because of it.  A couple of the older female teachers 
gave me a second look and at one point I was sure that I was going to called 
into the principal’s office or something but thankfully nothing happened.  I 
guess they knew me well enough by now to know it was better to ignore me than 
to call even more attention to me.

Later, as I was walking down the crowded hallway heading towards chemistry 
class, Robin caught up with me from behind, grabbed my arm and pulled me over 
against the lockers.  Her flash was flushed and she seemed to be extremely 
excited about something.  She looked around and then whispered in my ear 
softly, “Nice skirt Kelly – can’t believe they’re letting you wear it.  Now 
hurry up and come into the girl’s room with me.”

She didn’t say anything else but just kept her grip on my upper arm and 
literally pulled me inside.  Once the door had closed I was surprised that we 
had the place all to ourselves.  It was almost time for the bell to ring 
again so I guess everyone was in class instead.   Robin stood back a couple 
of feet from me, looked me over and nodded in approval.

“Damn Kelly, you really look hot in that skirt! You know, you should wear 
that one more often.”

Before I could answer she just grinned circled around behind me saying, 
“There IS just one little bitty thing to do before class though...”

With that she reached under my skirt and before I could react, she’d pulled 
my panties down to my ankles.  My eyes widened and for a second I was too 
shocked to say anything.  Robin just laughed at my reaction.

“C’mon, lift your foot Kelly so I can get these off.  Hurry up before someone 
comes in!”

As you might imagine, I was taken by surprise and in my confusion I couldn’t 
help but do what she said so I lifted each foot and then she stood up with my 
panties dangling from one finger.

“Cute panties Kelly – your mom buy these for you or what? Don’t worry, wanna 
see mine?”

With that she lifted up her own skirt to reveal she was also not wearing 
anything whatsoever underneath!  I couldn't help but notice she was also 
completely shaved as well with a little rose tattoo right above her clit.  I 
didn’t have time to make out what the writing was above it as she turned 
around to show off her ass.

“So tell me Kelly, you like my ass?” she said with a smirk, “I mean, you look 
at it so much in class I figured you wouldn’t mind a better view.”

My cheeks burned as I blushed while she quickly dropped her skirt back down 
and straightened it out.  Robin rolled her eyes and giggled again at me.  “Oh 
c’mon hun, gimme a break.  I’ve heard all about you so don’t pull that 
innocent schoolgirl crap with me.  Come on, let’s go have some fun in class.”

Thankfully she handed my panties to me and I stuffed them in my purse just in 
time as group of freshmen girls walked in.  Robin and I just looked at each 
other and I couldn't help but giggle nervously.  Even though I often went 
without panties to school, I’d never done it while wearing a skirt this short 
and I felt incredibly self-conscious as we walked down the hall to the 
classroom.  I could feel my bare ass rubbing against the fabric of my short 
skirt and knew it wouldn’t take much bending over for someone to see that it 
was all I had on.

Remembering Robin’s earlier comment, I was indeed more than a little 
surprised that neither of us hadn’t been sent home today for wearing such 
revealing outfits.  Well, maybe not so surprised about Robin.  Most of us 
figured she had to be screwing the half the school board to get away with 
some of her antics.

As we entered the classroom, Mark pushed his way by us and disappeared 
quickly into his little room.  Even as abrupt as he had been, I knew he had 
to have seen our outfits and I had this premonition that he’d be keeping even 
a closer eye on the two us today.


Chapter 7 – Masturbating in Class
=================================

As luck would have it, Mr. Miller announced he would be showing us a really 
boring film.   Actually he didn’t say it was boring but those were the only 
type you see in science classes.  “Boring science class movie” – sort of 
redundant when you think about it.  He turned off the lights and the room was 
dark with the only light coming from the projector located in the middle of 
the room plus whatever made its way past the window blinds.

My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting and it was enough such that I 
was able to make out everyone in he room although not enough that I could’ve 
read anything.  Mr. Miller took a his usual seat at his desk at the front of 
the room, leaving Robin and me to ourselves in the back of the room.

No sooner had the movie started than Robin turned towards me and shifted on 
her stool slightly, just enough to pull her short skirt up high on her 
thighs.  I figured she hadn’t gotten me to take my panties off just to watch 
her tease, so with a hint of a smile on my face, I did the same.  I crossed 
over my left leg so she would be able to a full view of my upper thigh as my 
skirt hiked its way upward.

Normally I would’ve tugged it down but in this case I shifted my weight which 
just made it ride up even higher until I was literally sitting bare-ass on 
the stool.  Robin smiled naughtily and turned directly towards me.  
Uncrossing her legs, she spread them apart just enough for me to see her 
crotch. 

My eyes were now fully adjusted to the light, enough such that I could just 
make out the slit between her legs and I felt my own pussy starting to react.  
Not to be outdone, I did the same with my legs so now both of us had our eyes 
on the other's crotch.  From that point on, I don’t think either of us looked 
at the movie again!

Robin’s eyes motioned to the back door and I glanced out the corner of my eye 
to see what she was trying to point out.  Sure enough, there was a slight 
opening in the blinds and I could have sworn I saw someone peeking between 
them. 

Hmmmmmm, so Mark was indeed watching us... well that just made the game all 
the more fun! I wondered if Robin was right about Mark.  Did he really jerk 
off behind the door while he watched us?  Was he doing it now?

I felt myself getting wetter as I imagined him with his pants unzipped and 
his stiff cock sticking out, stroking it with one hand while he pushed aside 
the blinds just enough to witness Robin and me teasing each other.  Hopefully 
he was watching as I love it when a boy jerks off for me, knowing he’s all 
hard and horny because of me.  Seeing a guy cum all over his hand as he 
fantasizes about fucking me has got to be one of the most erotic things a guy 
can do for me.

I wondered if Mark was going to cum soon, spilling his warm cum over his hand 
as he imagined himself being with Robin and me, the two of us sucking and 
fucking him like he always dreamed of but had never experienced.

With these opening moves it was apparent that Robin and I now had a little 
game of dare going on between us.  From the beginning I should have known 
that I didn't have a chance in one-upping her but even so, I would’ve still 
tried.

Robin placed one hand between her legs and started rubbing her bare pussy.  
Once again I took the dare and now both of us were rubbing our pussies.

Before she could do more, I decided to go one up on Robin and so I slipped my 
middle finger up into my pussy.  It went in easily as I was soaking wet by 
now and it caused me to shudder slightly, forcing me to stifle what was 
almost an audible gasp.  I quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard 
anything, not sure if I’d actually done anything or not. 

Oh well, I must now have as everyone was watching the film, everyone but 
Robin that is.  I think I even took Robin a bit by surprise; she probably 
figured she would be the leader in this little game.  Not to be outdone, 
Robin slipped two fingers inside her slutty pussy and then started fucking 
herself with them slowly.

God she looked so hot! This was crazy... I couldn't believe we were doing 
this in class!

The film was suppose to last twenty minutes or so and by the clock that meant 
it was about half over so there wasn't a whole lot of time left.  Robin gave 
me a demure smile which I took as a warning that something else was coming.  
Sure enough, she pushed her fingers as far as she could into her pussy, left 
them in for a few seconds, then pulled them out and put them in her mouth to 
taste her pussy juices.  My eyes widened but I wasn't ready to cry uncle yet.

I repeated her moves and both of us grinned at each other, knowing we were 
being really naughty yet totally thrilled by the experience.

The game continued as I rubbed my clit faster and faster while Robin doing 
the same.  Once again, I couldn’t believe we were actually doing this!! On 
one hand I was a little scared that someone was going to catch us yet at the 
same time I had this incredibly voyeuristic thrill I get whenever I’m doing 
something naughty in public.  The difference was this was the first time I’d 
ever done anything this blatant in class.  

I’d rubbed myself a little before in class but never actually masturbated 
like this.  The combination of sensual sensations and erotic feelings was 
driving me to what I knew was going to be a great orgasm and I wasn’t about 
to stop for anything at this point.  Hell, I was so horny I think the 
projector could’ve stopped and the lights come to give everyone a view and I 
STILL wouldn’t have stopped.  There was no way I could be this close to an 
orgasm and not get there!

I felt my face flush and my pussy began to drip cum onto my stool as I closed 
my eyes and let the waves of pleasure overwhelm me.   It took every bit of 
willpower not to gasp or cry out when what felt like a jolt of electricity 
shocked my entire body as my orgasm came to its climax.  I pushed my fingers 
deep into my pussy, dreaming they were a fat cock that was swelling in me as 
it started to shoot its load of sperm deep inside my welcoming pussy.   In 
the back of my mind I realized I where I was yet instead of dampening my 
climax it just made it rise even higher.  My god, I was climaxing right in 
the middle of chemistry class!

Slowly the burning sensations died down and the tingling in my pussy faded 
away.  I opened my eyes to see Robin staring at me, her mouth still open 
slightly after watching me cum.  Her eyes were like saucers and when she saw 
me looking at her a huge grin came to her face.  She was licking her lips and 
I had a feeling that if we had been alone things would have been getting 
pretty interesting about now.

I let out a deep breath and put my fingers in my mouth, savoring the flavor 
of my cum.  God it tasted so good! As much as I enjoyed male cum, nothing 
beat the taste of a pussy – especially my own.

The movie was almost over so we straightened ourselves up and adjusted our 
skirts.  By the time the lights had come back on we just sat there looking 
all cute and innocent as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Miller was eyeing us with this questioning look and I wondered if he 
suspected anything.  I don’t see how he could have from the front of the room 
yet at the same time I could feel the flushness that was still in my face so 
he had to be wondering what had caused that.   Combined with our outfits was 
he putting two and two together? If so, he never said a word and the rest of 
the class went on as normal although my pussy was so sensitive I had to keep 
my legs crossed to keep it happy.


Chapter 8 – After Class
=======================

When the class was over we hung around until Mark came out.  Robin winked at 
him and I gave him a sexy smile.  Mark blushed instantly before he could look 
away.  He had such a guilty look on his face we knew he must have been 
watching us.  He hurried out of the room but Robin went back into Mark’s 
private little lab room.  I followed her wondering what she as going to do.  
When I entered she was looking though the trash can.

“What in the world are you looking for?” I asked.

‘I know it’s in here,” Robin replied as she rummaged through the paper.   
Suddenly she grabbed something and cried out, “Ah ha! I knew it!”

I looked at what she was holding – it was just a wadded up piece of paper 
towel from the dispenser next to the sink. 

“What in the world are you talking about Robin?” I asked, totally mystified.

Robin sniffed the paper towel and handed it to me.  Immediately I could see 
it was stained with a creamy, faintly yellow substance and when I smelled it 
I knew exactly what it was.  After all, I’d smelled and tasted it dozens of 
times in the past, not to mention just this morning.  Someone had recently 
cum in the paper towel and I knew it could’ve been only one person – Mark.  
We both looked at each other and broke out laughing.

“Oh my god Kelly,” Robin exclaimed, “Well, I don’t blame the little pervert 
for jerking off.  Even I couldn’t believe the show you were putting on!  Damn 
girl, I never dreamed you would get so carried away you little slut!”

Coming from Robin, that was quite a compliment so I just smiled and looked 
behind us.  The classroom had emptied and nobody was in sight.  I reached up 
to her and planted a kiss on her mouth.  She never hesitated, responding back 
to me with a passion and lust that confirmed what I’d suspected earlier.

We held it for a few seconds and then released, smiling at each other as we 
both seemed to be a bit surprised at ourselves.  Robin gave me a wink saying, 
“You know Kelly, you’re one hot little bitch.  You wouldn't be interested in 
getting together sometime, would you?”

From the sly look on her face and the way she teasingly licked her lips, I 
knew she wasn't interested in just chatting! I’d never done anything with 
another girl and so I panicked just a bit.

“Ummmmm... thanks Robin and I appreciate it but no thanks.  So... are you 
going to the restroom to put on your panties?” I asked, looking to change the 
subject

Robin laughed saying, “Not today, why do you think I only pick classes with 
male teachers?  Besides, you’ve got me so horny now I’m going to have to take 
it out on a few of the poor guys today or I may just burst!”

We left the classroom and went our separate ways.  I decided the hell with 
it, why not leave my panties off?  To make sure I didn’t chicken out I dumped 
them into a waste can along the way.  My heart skipped a beat as I thought 
about what would happen if someone saw my bare ass but just the same I felt 
that familiar twinge in my pussy I get whenever I’m doing something naughty.

It had been a lot of fun and even though I doubted we would ever do such a 
thing again, I would never look at chemistry class the same way again!

I doubted that Mark would either!

THE END 
