To him. You'll get some answers.

You might have had a few ideas why it might be good plan to approach the man.

Maybe you thought he'd listen to reason.

Maybe you thought you could get the drop on him, and stop all this.

Maybe you thought he'd be as in the dark as you.

Or maybe you just couldn't think of anywhere else to go, confused as you where.

Whatever you thought, it doesn't matter, just as it doesn't matter when the second flash blinds you momentarily, or when when you step past the coach and you fail to see the cheerleaders no longer crying as you'd heard. Just like it doesn't matter that you aren't distracted by the pile of uniforms rubbing against your leg as you walk past.

Because now you know exactly why it's a good idea.

You giggle as the wind plays against your nipples again as you pull your top off over your head. You've never really thought of yourself as much of a giggler, but it seems like the right thing to do, and the way the man is staring at you as you wiggle out of your skirt on your way to him lets you know it must be.

He smiles at you as you stop in front of him, and you find yourself sinking down, your eyes never leaving his as you kneel before him.

His cock pokes against your chest, and you giggle again. Behind you, you can hear others like it, mixed with the odd low moan and the sound of skin on skin. For a moment, his eyes leave yours, and look out on the scene out of your sight. You wait. After all, that's what you're meant to do. It doesn't matter.

And when his eyes turn back downward to you, and he nods, and you bend to wrap your lips around his cock and slide it slowly, deeply into your mouth... you know that nothing else in the world matters except what comes next.

You slurp, and giggle around the warm thickness filling your mouth. It was a good idea.

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