Watching the car wash

You pull your eyes away from Julia's lush flesh, seeing that there are six girls in bikinis and flip flops, preening and giggling as they prepare for their practise car wash. You realise clearly that the girls just wanted an excuse to show off.

Millie Wolcott wears a scarlet bikini, the bottom no more than a thong, the string disappearing between the ripe cheeks of her ass, leaving little to the imagination. As predicted, she slides a hand down and adjusts it as she glances at you, her sweet bubble butt bouncing as she does.

"Told ya!" Christina laughs. "She's proud of that ass. Enjoying the show so far Mason?"

You give a murmur of agreement, noting that Dallas Hunt is somewhat more conservatively dressed, her emerald green bikini fitting her lithe body well, but not displaying as much tit and ass flesh as her two friends. Nonetheless, her sleek tanned body looks utterly delicious and you find your mind wandering to the delights of fucking Margot a short time ago, and her suggestion that you get worked up and fuck her after the car wash. You feel your cock give a twitch of anticipation at the thought of having her again.

"Who are the other three girls?" you ask, turning your gaze away from the buffet of teen flesh.

"The blonde in the black bikini is Deandre Gearhardt. Nice girl, but dumb as a sack full of doorknobs," Christina answers. "The redhead is Irina Petrova. Russian girl, and so of course there are the usual rumours that her family is Russian Mafia. She's a snotty bitch, but not too bad most of the time. Her English skills vary depending on what she wants to understand, if you know what I mean."

"And the black girl?" you ask with a nod at a very pretty girl with hair in cornrows and braids, her yellow bikini a startling contrast to her dark skin.

"Mikayla Barber," Monica answers. "She's a scholarship girl. She's has a few problems with some of the true bitches here, but this group seems to like her. Valerie Cummins gave her a hard time last year but Dontai Williams stuck up for her. Knocked Valerie on her ass I hear." She nods towards a lean, athletic black girl who stands alone, stoically watching the car wash. "That's Dontai. She's another scholarship girl, really smart and a hell of an athlete. Not easy to get to know but a very nice kid."

You nod thoughtfully, turning your gaze back to the car wash. The six girls look delicious, and you can easily see why they raised so much money last year. Any one of them would be a masturbatory fantasy, and as a group they're absolutely stunning, their bodies ripe and sleek and conjuring thoughts of hot young sex. Your cock gives another twitch as you watch the girls start to wash your car.

Millie bends over the hood, wriggling her rump at you as she soaps the car, giving you immediate fantasies of taking her from behind as she squeals with excitement. Shaking your head to clear it, you glance around the spectators, seeing a few faces you recognise, both students and teachers. You see Brian Watts watching, his interest clear although he affects a look of casual observation. You see Irina and Deandre flash him grins as they work, the redhead preening and flexing to show off her sleek body. Donna Considine and Lorri McKay look on with sardonic smiles, both of them catching your eye and giving you quick, amused grins. Beside you Monica has an impish smirk on her face, while Christina Thorpe observes with cool detachment.

"I wonder where Kyle and Darnell are," Monica says, looking around. "They don't know what they're missing."

You see Grace watching, chatting with some other girls, and you remember that she's friends with Julia. She seems amused by the show, but you catch her giving you a smouldering glance and hope that she has the sense to do no more than that in public. Valerie stands with Sondra, chatting as they watch, Valerie casting a yearning look at you. Gabrielle Duplessis, the French girl who gave you the erotic cupcakes looks on with Gallic indifference as she stands with some other students. She too gives you a glance, although you note that she looks more frequently and with much more interest at Brian. No surprise, you tell yourself. He's half your age, and a very handsome man. Much more the stuff of a young girl's dreams than you would be.

Although you have nothing to complain about, you tell yourself. You've done more fucking in the few days since your arrival than in the three months before you got here, and all of it ripe young pussy. You shake your head, wondering how you got into this.

Your musing is interrupted by the sight of Margot at the edge of the crowd. When she catches your eye, she gives you a lazy grin and raises an eyebrow, nodding in the direction of your cottage. Your cock gives another, more demanding twitch, and you nod back at her, getting a satisfied smile in return before she turns and wanders away.

"As predicted," Christina snorts, and you turn your attention back to the car washing girls in time to see Julia tucking one of her fat tits back into her top. You get a quick flash of a stiff pink nipple as she giggles and adjusts her bikini. You imagine that that's the kind of thing that adds a few dollars to the donations the girls get at the car wash.

"Easy to do when you buy the bikini at least one size too small," Monica chuckles. "Of course, the way that girl grew since last year, I'm not surprised."

"Gets any bigger, she's gonna need someone to milk her," Christina says dryly, eliciting a snort of laughter from Monica. "Those aren't tits any more, they're flat out udders."

You see that the girls have managed to get themselves almost as soapy and wet as your car, their ripe teen bodies glistening in the sun as they work. Your cock starts to stiffen again, and your mind drifts again to the pliant body of Margot Childers, who should have reached your cottage by now.