After the incredible sex with the two Holiday brothers, Suzy was all sweaty, hot, and messed up. She retired to the bathroom, took a shower, put her cheerleading uniform back on, and fixed her hair and face. She was ready to go over and spend the night with Bethany.
She walked out. The twins were having a drink in the living room. One of them got up, took Suzy by the hand, and led her into the bedroom which had a bright red carpet a big bed, and masculine appropriations.
"Okay, now which one are you?" Suzy asked.
"Hank, your teacher," he said.
"Boy, that was something with you and Frank," Suzy said.
"Well, we like to share." He took her in his arms and embraced her warmly. He still had on his little terry cloth robe. He kissed her and his hand came down into the back of her cheerleading skirt. He cupped her sweet, high school ass.
"I love you, darling," he sighed. His hand went under her skirt and he felt those bright blue bloomers, and how they slicked against her ass.
"Yeah?" Suzy purred.
"Yes, and I want to make a proposal. Let's run away to the Ozarks. I have a large tract of land, and over the past ten years I've been building a beautiful home there. We could go there and be together."
"Gee," Suzy said, dumbfounded at this idea. "What about school?"
"I could tutor you on what you had left, or you could finish down there, but they have a modeling school down there, and also a summer theater."
"Oh, golly. I've always wanted to go to Patricia Stevens, but I never thought I could ever afford it."
"I'll pay for everything, plus give you spending money, all the time we're together. You can leave anytime you want, and perhaps you should go up to Kansas City sometime and see about modeling. We can always get you an apartment. You see, I've saved all my money for twenty years of teaching just for a moment like this."
His hand was between her legs, and he was rubbing her cunt through the shiny bloomers.
His robe was open down the middle and his cock stood hard from his belly. Suzy grabbed it, held it gently, lovingly, stroking her fingers over the cockstalk, trailing the big blue veins with her fingernails.
"You mean you'd quit your job? Jeez, what'll you say around school, and in this town? They'll wanna lynch you for sure."
"My twin Frank will take over my teaching job. No one will ever think I've left." Mr. Holiday dipped his hand into her pants.
His cock throbbed wildly in her hand. She gripped it tightly and squeezed. It squirted. His finger was in her pussy, slicking the sticky slit.
"What do you say?" he whispered.
"Oh, yes. Yes. I wanna, Mr. Holiday. I really wanna do it. Go with you to your big house, go to modeling school, let you tutor me."
"Then it's settled. Can you get away from your mother without any problems?"
"Easy. She'll be happy to see me go, believe me."
"Then we can leave in a couple days, soon as I get all the arrangements taken care of."
What a plan, Suzy thought, conjuring up an overflow of admiration for her lover.
He pushed her back to the bed. She fell into the soft mattress, splayed on the white bedspread. He sat beside her, took her skirt up, petted her pussy, and crunched his fingers into the crotch of her bloomers.
"I'll have to tutor you on fucking too, won't I, my darling little one?" he whispered, tugging her bloomers down, taking them over her legs, pulling them off. He kissed them, held them to his mouth. "I'll have to keep these. Remember Frank wanted them for a souvenir?"
"I want him to have 'em, Hank," Suzy said. He stood up, took off the robe, and climbed on the bed. She spread her legs wide for him, her blue and white pleats high up on her waist. He came down over her, guiding his prick into her cunt. She took half of it up her pussy right away.
He began a slow pump, his ass thumping up and down like a hammer, like an oil well, and his prick plugging her tight little cunt.
"Yeah, you'll have to tutor me, Big Daddy, on fuckin'," Suzy whispered.
"And indeed I will, sweetheart," he puffed, picking up his fuck-stroke.
"Yeah, you'll have to show me how to fuck on a bed like this."
"You wrap your legs around me, darling." Suzy raised her legs, and wrapped them around him. Holiday's pumping body, crossed them on his ass, hooked her ankles there, and started bouncing up and down on the bed.
"Yes, like that, dear. You'll be a fast learner."
"I wanna be," Suzy said. "Oh, sir. Sir! I love you!" she cried with great emotion.
"I love you, too, Suzy. Now let's kiss and fuck, and this time we'll fuck and fuck and fuck and we won't say one word. We'll just kiss and fuck."
Their lips met in a blazing hot, spitty kiss.
The whole plan would be fabulous, thought Suzy, riding the cab to Bethany's. She could even fix Bethany up with the fake Mr. Holiday.
Bethany was sitting with her parents in the living room when she arrived. She had to be careful not to bend over or anything, because she'd oven her bloomers to Frank. She didn't know why he wanted her panties like that, but she guessed he was gonna masturbate in them, and this gave her a swoon of thrill as she entered the house.
She went directly upstairs with Bethany. But she noticed how hot Mr. Sizemore was staring at her.
"Guess what?" Bethany said, closing her bedroom door.
"I got a guy all hot at that concert. It was a string quartet. God, I was bored, and I had on this outfit, this little sailor suit. Real juvenile, huh? But my mom thinks it's so nice. Anyway, I was sittin' there, and this man kept looking at me, probably noticing how cute I was and everything. Well, I managed to play like I had to scratch my thigh, and so I'd reach down, without looking at him, right at the hem of my dress and itch. But while I did this, I lifted the hem up, pulled the heft back too, and he could see right up to my blue panties, and boy did his fuckin' eyes pop out when he first took a look."
"Oh, wow," Suzy said, "and he got hard and stuff?"
"You bet. I could see this bulge, like someone had opened a jackknife in his tuxedo. And he kept looking at me. Everytime I'd look at his face he was staring at my legs, and one time I kinda slid down in my seat, like I was real bored, threw my knees apart and kinda swung 'em a little bit. I thought he was gonna go crazy that time. Jeez it was fun."
"What happened?" Suzy asked.
"I'll bet he came, but I don't know for sure. He couldn't grab it or anything, but he kept his program over it, and he kept moving around in circles, like he was scratchin' at the tip of the big bulge."
"Jeezzzzz," Suzy sighed.
"He looked a lot like Mr. Holiday. Boy, that's the one I wanna make all hot," Bethany said, excitedly.
"You won't have to, I can fix you up with him," Suzy said.
"Huh?"
"You been with him? Did you do it with him?"
"Of course not. He's a friend, that's all, but he's a man, and I know he likes you."
"Oh, come on, really?" Bethany cried. "Yeah, he told me so."
"Oh, shit, what'd he say?"
"Just said he thought you were real pretty and real sexy."
"Aw, you're lyin' to me."
"I'll fix you up tomorrow, okay?"
"Please do!" Bethany was excited. "One other thing, Bethany. I'm leavin' town soon."
"What? Where?"
"Oh, I dunno. I just gotta get away from my mother. All she ever does is drink and bitch. I can't stand it any longer."
"You gonna run away?"
"I am, but I'm not. I got somethin' to go to."
"What, where?"
"I can't tell you now, but I will someday," Suzy said.
Both beauties by now had undressed and lay side by side on the bed.
Suzy said, "Tell me more about that man at the concert; was he real hard over you?"
Bethany stuck her hand between her legs. "Oh, yeah, real hard over me. Real hard."