This is a continuation of "Schoolgirl Steph," which can be found in the Non-consent/reluctance section. I'm not sure if that was the right section for it, but it's there! I'm not sure where this chapter is going. If you want the prequel, you know where to look!
Nothing. I ran out onto the street and Stephanie was gone. The one and only schoolgirl I had the pleasure of tasting was nowhere to be seen. Not acceptable. I had to find her. Plan B, I guess. Time to go from a casual lover to some kind of creepy stalker. Oh well, I didn't give a shit. My search started with the phonebook. Yeah, that lasted about three seconds, seeing as how I didn't know her last name. It didn't take me long to turn to the internet. A quick search of local high schools, narrowed down to Catholic or private schools, then further narrowed down to the ones within walking distance. Bingo.
So Stephanie must go to St. James. Their web page was very easily navigated. Impressive graphics. Wait...what the hell, none of this matters. Bottom line is, their directory made it easy to find her last name. Don't get me wrong; I'm not going to tell you. Perverts. I joke, I joke. However, St. James is not in the habit of giving out the phone numbers of their students. So the next step was to search ICQ and hope she used it. She did. So did five others with the same name. I added them all to my contacts. One didn't speak English, two told me to go fuck myself, and one was a forty-eight year old housewife. One didn't respond.
It took a few days, but Stephanie responded to my message (I had simply written "hey schoolgirl, how'd you like the fourth floor?). I was online one night and she just wrote "hey." I was in. After making sure she knew who I was, I told her I needed to see her again. The conversation follows:
"Um I dunno, maybe. I had fun too."
"Totally, schoolgirl. So what are you up to now?"
"Nothing, doing homework. What about u?"
"Thinking about your body. And about how amazing you were."
"Stop it, you're making me blush lol"
"Oh you love it."
"So what if I do?"
"Now you're just being naughty."
"Too bad no one is here to spank me :P"
"Stop it, Stephanie, unless you want me to come over there."
"Well, um...maybe you should."
"Are you serious?"
"Ya. I've been thinking about the other day a lot too ya know."
"Wait a sec, aren't your parents home?"
"Uh huh."
"Ok, right. Forget it then."
"They don't have to know. They'll be in bed soon. I'm on the ground floor"
"Ground floor? Meaning what?"
"Meaning you sneak in the window, dumbass :P"
Well holy shit. Taking a girl into your apartment is one thing, but sneaking into her house and doing her while her parents are asleep in another. The last thing I needed was some pissed off father with a shotgun chasing me out of his daughter's bed. And what if she gave me the wrong address? That would be fun to explain to my brother on the phone from the police station. I had to make sure.
"So you really want me to come over?"
"Yes."
"Right now? Tonight?"
"God, yes! I'm not kidding. They'll be asleep by the time you get here."
"Fuck, I don't know. You know I want you, but..."
"I want you too, so bad. I'm seriously getting wet."
"Damn, you're tempting me Steph."
"Good."
"Will you wear your uniform?"
"Nope, something much better."
Needless to say, I gave in. Another once in a lifetime opportunity that couldn't be passed up. Stephanie gave me her address (again, you're not getting it, suckers), and I was on my way. Her place was within walking distance, but pretty far. It took me about forty minutes to get there. Nice house; I think Stephanie's parents were loaded. I approached from the side, cutting across the neighbors' lawn. My stomach was churning by this point; it reminded me of cutting through yards I wasn't supposed to when I was a kid. I crept quickly between the two houses to get around back where Stephanie's window apparently was. I felt like Solid Snake, really cool. Until, that is, I tripped over a sprinkler and took a dive. I smashed my knee on some garden rock or gnome or some shit like that. "Fuck!" Ok, yelling was a bit of a mistake. A dog in the neighbors' house went crazy, lights there went on. But Steph's house was still silent. With my jeans muddy and my knee throbbing, I continued to the back of the house. I felt like some wounded soldier returning home to bang his wife after years of absence.
Stephanie's window was right where she had described it, and open halfway, just as she said it would be. Go time. I walked up silently and peered in. The room was dark, but the moonlight allowed me to see my treasure. Stephanie sat on her bed, legs crossed, facing the window. her brown hair was done up in a ponytail that moved a little bit every time her head did. I couldn't exactly tell what she had on, but it looked silky and thin. I pulled myself up through her window, making as little noise as possible. Seconds after I was standing in Stephanie's room. She looked up, then stood up. Her little black chemise came down to her thighs, and I could barely see the matching panties beneath. We just stare at each other for a moment, the she moves.
Stephanie walks quickly over to me and wraps her arms around my shoulders, pressing her soft lips against mine simultaneously. She wastes no time, her tongue immediately forces its way into my mouth. I grab her ass, hard, and kiss her back. She lets out a little moan. I can feel the satin of her chemise pressing against me. Her perfume washes over me and makes me remember our first encounter. This makes me twice as hard as I was. Stephanie and I kiss passionately, standing by the window. I grab her knee and lift one of her legs up, my tongue moving down her neck. She tilts her head back and breathes heavily. My mouth finds her cleavage, only partially hidden under black lace trim. She sighs as I explore it with my mouth. I move one hand under her chemise and caress her silky panties at the back. I reach deeper down, deeper, until my hand presses between her legs from behind. "Oh God," she sighs and almost loses balance.
