A case of mistaken identity

Standing on the street corner I waited in anticipation. Everytime the wind blew up my skirt I imagined it was Johnny fingering me. When it breezed through my blouse I thought of him sucking my nipples. The longer I waited the hornier I got, imagining myself with his dick in my mouth, making him happy.

I hardly noticed my fingers creep under my skirt, rubbing their ways up my athletic thighs until with a jolt they touch the lips of my soaking pussy.

"Hey girlie!" a voice called, and I leaped, whipping my hand out from under my skirt. A guy a few years older than me was looking out at me from a large van. I felt my face flame as I wondered how much he'd seen.

"Um, hi. I'm waiting for someone," I said, not wanting to be rude, but not wanting Johnny to get the wrong idea when he came.

"Looking for a john?" he asked, a knowing look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Johnny," I said in relief. Thank God, he was a friend of my boyfriend.

"Cool. You're a cute little thing, you know. I bet when you're with your john you make him real happy."

I felt my face go red again at the intimate question. Guessing that Johnny had been bragging about me I felt a surge of pride, straightening as I nodded. "I make him real happy."

"What would you do for him?"

"I'd do anything for my Johnny."

"Blow job?"

I stared, wondering why Johnny was making this guy ask me all these funny questions. Some people might say cheerleaders aren't smart, but it only took me a momentto figure out what was going on. Johnny was testing me!

"Oh yeah, I love to give him blowjobs. It tastes so good."

The man laughed. "I bet. How about anal? Do you do anal?"

I gaped in shock. Take it up the bum? That's disgusting! I'd never even considered that anyone would want to do that, but I knew there was only one right answer so I just my mouth and smiled like I'd just heard great news. "Absolutely. Anal's the best!"

Someone snickered inside the van, and I wondered if Johnny might be the one. I wasn't sure why he wanted to embarrass me like this, but Johnny was funny like that.

"Why don't you show me the goods, then," he said.

I stared at him for a moment, wondering what he meant. Surely he didn't want me to show him what I looked like under my clothes?

"Come on," he wheedled. "How's a john supposed to know if he's getting something worth his time?"

I frowned, looking around to see if anyone was watching.

"Um, what do you want to see?" I asked nervously.

"Tits!" said a voice from the depths of the van.

That wasn't Johnny. I wondered how many friends he had with him as I reluctantly unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it open so he could see my breasts.

"Nice. Good size and those nipples are amazing. You ever think of having them pierced?"

"No!" I exclaimed, horrified. Piercing my ears had hurt enough, I couldn't imagine how much it'd hurt to have my nipples done.

The man chuckled, leering lecherously at my chest, making me uncomfortable. I wanted to pull my shirt closed, but Johnny hadn't told me I could, so I left it wide open, the wind against them tightening my nipples even more.

"Why don't you bend over and show that ass you want fucked so bad"

"I, uh..."

"C'mon, do it for your john."

Scrunching my eyes shut as I turned I bent over, my tits falling completely out of my shirt as I hiked my skirt up to show the bottom of my ass.

"Up to your waist, girl."

Nodding without looking at him I pulled it all the way up and was rewarded by a series of whistles.

"That ass is meant for spanking and fucking isn't it, girl?"

God this was weird. I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded, mortified but determined to please Johnny no matter what.

"Then spank it."

Holding my skirt up with the one hand I awkwardly swatted my behind again and again, wishing that Johnny would stop this, exit the van and tell me he loved me. Instead I kept spanking one cheek and then the other.

The guy laughed, saying, "Okay girlie, you can stop before you make your ass fall off. I can see you like it rough, though. I think we should get on with things."