Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Eight.
A Not Entirely Boring Day at College.
"So there really is nothing about this company Dawn went to?" Buffy asked incredulously. She looked concerned. "You seem a little dazed, Will. You know, if something is bothering you, you can always tell me." Willow smiled and shook her head no. She did feel weird, but something in her head told her not to say anything to Buffy.
"I'm fine, Buffy," she said at last. "I think I just had a bad night's sleep. This table doesn't make for a comfortable bed." She'd spent the night searching her laptop, but oddly enough, she hardly remembered anything. She must have fallen asleep while researching; that must have been it. Now, it was morning. Buffy had woken her by shaking her shoulder.
Their conversation got interrupted by the loud sound of heels tapping down the stairs. Both women turned in the direction of the noise. Buffy felt sick when she saw Dawn's chosen outfit for the day. The girl pranced down the stairs, feeling like an entirely new woman. She'd spent the past hour to get the look Daddy would be proud of. With a sexy smile on her painted face, she ran over to Buffy to plant a kiss on her sister's cheek.
"Mornin', Buffy! Mornin' Willow!" Dawn called out. Then she kissed Willow on the cheek, leaving abundant lip marks. Buffy cringed when she once more saw the damn curly, platinum hairdo. It fell down over the girl's shoulders and to her mid-back.
Dawn realized that Buffy and Willow were studying her new look. She leaned back against the counter and let them soak it all up. She wore the smallest skirt Buffy had ever seen her wear, its hem riding high on her thighs. It was black and hugged her ass like a second skin. Her top was a sweet pink nothing she had grown out of years ago. Now, like the skirt, it clung tightly. It also showed off the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Distinct little nubs poked through the soft material. Dawn smiled. Then she bit her shiny, new lips.
"Hi, Dawn," Willow said, trying to break the ice. Buffy just stood there fuming. She imagined what she would do to the bastard who was responsible for her sister's new outlook on life. Willow, on the other hand, felt that Dawn looked sexy. It somewhat worried her that her best friend's sister made her feel horny. The kiss had been so soft, and lingering.
"So how long until that junk washes out of your hair?" Buffy muttered. It snapped Willow out of her daydream. Dawn laughed like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.
"You're sho, like, shilly, Buffy! It'sh permanent!" Buffy rolled her eyes.
"When you get back from school today, we are going to color it back and figure this mess out."
"OK, Buffy!" Dawn chirped. She'd never allow her to do that, of course. But she had to go. She saw that Janice's car had arrived to pick her up. She hurried out the door as fast as her high heels could carry her leggy frame.
"Willow, I don't know how much more I can take of this. I'll be back in a bit," Buffy said. She turned away from the window and left. Willow looked out and saw Dawn jump into Janice's car. She had seen Janice before, but she never saw the girl dress as slutty as she did now. To her amazement she found that both girls looked incredibly hot. She sighed. imagining what Dawn would be like in bed. Then she at once put the thought out of her head, feeling ashamed she'd ever even contemplated it. Truth be told, though, Willow couldn't fight the sudden fact that she was intensely attracted to Buffy's sister. She poured herself a glass of water and looked out the window again. To her surprise, the car hadn't left. She squinted, and saw that Dawn and Janice were in the middle of making out. It made her feel slightly jealous, and again, she tried to push the thoughts out of her head.
Finally, Willow saw the car pull away. She shivered and thought a nice long cold shower would be just the thing to clear her mind. When she left, her open laptop blinked just once. Then it went on black again.
***
Janice slowly took her tongue out of Dawn's mouth.
"God," the girl panted. "How I love the way you, like, kissh, Dawn darling. I needed that; we should do this totally more often! I feel sho horny all the time!" She pulled at her tight little tube top. It hugged her B-cup titties. She pouted.
"Damn," she said. She gave gas and let the little convertible slip into the morning traffic. "Damn, Dawn, we really should go back to that plache and get ush shome real boobsh!" Dawn had put a hand under her tiny skirt, starting to slowly rub her pussy through her flimsy panties. She looked dreamily.
"You're, like, totally right, Janiche," she said. "Thish Shunnydale is sho completely out of it. How can a girl, like, live here? My shister ish all shtuck up, ya know. She hatesh my hair and my beautiful new lipsh. And she, like, yellsh at what I wear." Janice looked her over.
"She musht be crazy!" she cried over the sound of the car. "You look, like, sho totally kewl!! But you should have heard my mom. I fought she would totally faint when I came down thish morning. She wanted to shend me back upshtairs and change, but I shlipped out through the back. My God! That woman sho needs a forough make over!" Both girls giggled at that. The giggling brought back sweet memories. It made them feel exhilarated when they weaved the car through traffic. Lots of men ogled them and hooted when they passed. They waved and smiled. At one traffic light Dawn pulled up her tiny top to flash her bare titties.
***
There seemed to be quite a lot going on in front of State College. Throngs of male students stood around. Most of them were excited. When Dawn and Janice got closer on their daring heels, they saw what the excitement was about. They squealed and started to trot, making their free titties dance.
Surrounded by almost the entire male school-population they saw their female classmates, looking like a sleazy street corner gang of sluts and whores in tight short skirts, towering heels and ridiculously tiny tops. They'd teased and colored their hair and emptied half their make-up kits to paint their faces. When they eyed the two new girls, they echoed their squeals and giggles, mutually admiring outfits and complimenting each other on their total gorgeousness.
"My mom, like, almosht killed me!" screamed a tiny redhead, and a tall white-blond girl chuckled: "They're jusht, like, jealy, and they should be, looking sho totally booooring!" A general giggle ran through their ranks. The girls turned to walk into the school, swaying their tightly packed little asses. They shamelessly flirted with the guys who had made a narrow passage for them to walk through. Dawn tittered as she felt a hand on her bum.
***
Chuck Taylor took the longest shower of his life. After waking up, it had taken him minutes to find a coherent thought. He moaned when it all seeped back in. But it was not just a moan of pain, there was quite an amount of bliss too. Like in a child's kaleidoscope all kinds of incredible images swirled before his mind's eye. Fat round tits he saw and swollen nipples. An awesome stripper fucking a pole. He saw tight asses and cock-filled throats. All the delicious images circled in a maelstrom of sweating flesh. He assumed they were memories; his cock didn't mind the difference, swelling from the images, and not for the first time.
Taylor groaned from the dull pain in his groin; his abused cock was filling out again. He had woken up with all his clothes still on. Last night he must have been too exhausted; he even didn't remember how he'd come home, passing out the moment he fell on his bed, he supposed. Chuck Taylor muttered and stripped.
Now he felt the scalding water hit his poor, hardly rested body. There was half an hour left before college. The shower helped, but not nearly enough. He dried his shivering body. Then he found some fresh clothing and went to his pantry for a bucket of black coffee. Damn, had he ever been this hung over? But damn, had it ever been so worth it!
Before him on the table stood a tray with twelve aerosol cans he swore he'd never seen. Eight were pink, four were blue; on the pink ones was written BIMBO in bold letters under a logo he vaguely recollected. It was the silhouette of a woman on her knees, a very well-endowed woman. On the blue ones he read RESTORE. Who had left this, and why? Ah, there was a letter. It read: 'Thanks for bringing such a bright bunch of students to Newton's Laboratories Inc. We hope it has been an informative field trip. Attached, you'll find a more material appreciation of your indispensable contribution. We're sure you'll find the right application of it. Sincerely, George A. Fink, CEO.'
As soon as Taylor reached the last line, his face split into a knowing grin, followed by a wincing from the pain it brought to his poor head. Never surprised why he suddenly knew what he had to do, he gulped down his coffee. Fuck, did he know! He had to go to school today. He had to have his revenge on those godawful, cockteasing cheerleader sluts. Why wait? He'd waited too long already. He had crinched under their icy blue stares and diminishing chuckles, he was fed up with their hurtful laughs and dishonest teasing.
Taylor rose. He slipped three pink cans and a blue one into his pockets and left for State College.
***
Around eleven Taylor had two hours off. Teaching had been hell, especially the freshmen class; the students had been unusually restless. Guys were gossiping, girls giggling, as if they felt there was something in the air. As soon as he was free, he went outside to inhale gulps of fresh air. He walked straight to the field and the running track to sit on the bleachers and watch the cheerleaders' practice. Their tightly packed bodies shone in the morning sun. Their smooth legs flashed as they moved. On the field a team of jocks was training.
