Well, there's a bit of a hold-up

By lunchtime word had apparently gotten around. I was headed for the stairwell, intending to drop off my stuff before finding Denise.

A couple of guys from my class were lingering near the door. A few others were leaning against lockers, trying to look nonchalant. The effect was spoiled by the way their heads came up as my heels clicked along the floor.

Frankly, I was starting to get a little exasperated. Being ogled was all well and good, but I had expected someone to try something. Then, finally, one of them said something.

“Umm, Katie? Got a minute?” it was Jimmy Davies. I considered the request and the person. Jimmy had been in a few of my classes over the years. Not many. I knew him by sight. Average, generally, except for that time he almost set the lab on fire. A bit over six feet and gangly.

I was curious to see what exactly he thought was going on, but I was still enough of cock-tease to drag it out.

“Well, I’m trying to get to my locker.”

“It’ll only be a minute.” He was almost begging. Not a very attractive quality. “It’s just, I was talking to Todd earlier,” my ears perked up at that. Hopefully none of my playmates would be sending anyone too dull my way.

“Oh? And what did he have to say?” I asked, a little bitchy. I wasn’t trying to scare him off, but the whole point was I wanted someone to assert themselves.

The other guys, five or six of them, were edging closer.

“He mentioned something about Friday and Saturday and this morning?” H e looked at me hopefully. Christ, was he trying to be polite about it? I had been fucked raw, he wanted to get off, but he was acting like a milktoast.

I looked up at him, a challenge in my voice, “Anything in particular?”

Jimmy took a breath and stared straight back at me. “Yeah. He said him, Farber, and the rest of the football team fucked you like a whore. He said you like being fucked. He said you like sucking cock and you can’t get enough.”

“And what do you say,” I asked him. No inflection. Just this side of frigid. But I was edging closer to him. I was prepared to flirt. I was prepared to tease. I was prepared to spread my legs. But, I wasn’t going to meet him halfway on this. He needed to say what he wanted.

“I want in.”

I grinned at that and rolled my shoulder back, letting him get a good look at my chest. Nothing wrong with a little encouragement.

“What, exactly, do you want in on?” I asked him, huskily.

He finally crossed the border, mentally. “I want to cum all over your little prick-tease face. Then I want to watch you spread your legs and ask me to fuck you. I want to pound that ass while you beg for more.”

God that sounded good. I struggled to keep a thoughtful expression on my face. “Hmmmm.”

It wasn’t nice and a look of panic crossed his face. But, really, I only had one question. “When?”