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It was morning and the sun was just starting to shine through the bedroom window, when the blast of an alarm clock startled Lisa awake. She groggily fished around the night table in search of the alarm clock and finally, her hand came to rest on top of it, hitting snooze button, silencing it for another five minutes. Rolling over on to her back, she stared up at the ceiling, dreading having to go to school. A knock came at her door and she looked towards it as it creaked open.
"Hey sweetie, are you up yet?"
"Yes mom, give me a few and I'll be down for breakfast," croaked Lisa as she pulled the covers over her head.
Her mom just nodded, closed the door and proceeded down to the kitchen. Lisa rose from the bed like a zombie rising from its grave. Her dirty blond hair was a frizzled mess and her eyes blood shot. Swinging her feet off the bed, she stood up and walked over to her mirror to gaze at her sultry eighteen-year-old body. All she wore to bed was a pair of thin blue pajama pants and a Fitch t-shirt, which fitted snugly against her body, and a pair of white socks.
Grabbing a scrunchy, she pulled her hair into a ponytail while walking into her bathroom. She turned on the faucet at her sink until warm water filled it half way. Soaking her hands in the water, she cupped them together and splashed her face in an effort to wake herself up. Drying her face, she proceeded to apply some eyeliner and then brushed her teeth thoroughly. Rinsing out her mouth, she grinned at her self in the cabinet mirror, displaying her shiny teeth.
Walking back into her bedroom, Lisa grabbed some books off her desk and placed them in her blue Jan Sport book bag. Giving her self another once over in the mirror, she exited her bedroom. Skipping down the stairs, she swirled around the bottom post of the banister, entered the kitchen and sat down at the table, where some eggs and bacon awaited her.
"Oooo, thanks mom, my favorite!" said Lisa digging into the eggs.
"No problem honey and what on earth are you wearing?"
"Oh, we're watching a movie in English, class and basically I'm sleeping," said Lisa trying not cause to her mom to freak out.
"What do you mean?"
"We're watching Macbeth and I've seen it like fifty times!"
"Well, if you want to go to school, dressed like that, then so be it, but be careful. Creeps will being paying close attention to you!" said her mom as she walked out of the kitchen. "I'm surprised George isn't here." called her mom from the living room.
"He had to work early this morning, so I'm driving."
Silence echoed throughout the house and Lisa guessed her mother had left without saying goodbye as always. She finished her bacon and tossed the plate into the sink. Walking out to the living room, she had one final glance into the mirror next to the door and left the house. Hopping into her car, she started it up, backed out of the driveway and sped down the road.
"Hello?" said Lisa answering her ringing phone.
"Oh, hi Sarah.....no, I'm driving... Yeah I'm in my night clothes for this stupid movie," said Lisa trying to juggle the cell phone to her other ear, as she turned onto the main road.
"I know! I don't feel like walking... I know it's just up the road, you know me, and I'm lazy.....yeah bye, see you when I get to school." said Lisa hanging up the phone and tossing it into the passenger seat.
Blazing through a yellow light, she pulled into the turning lane and just as a crossing guard got off the road, she turned into the school. With a few maneuvers, she pulled into a parking spot next to Sarah. Sarah was dressed in pajamas just like Lisa; her hair up in a ponytail, shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt. As Lisa climbed out her car, Sarah came over and gave her hug which Lisa was happy enough to return.
"I see some one is quite friendly today." Lisa, put her cell phone in her pajama pants pocket.
"I can't help it, I feel I miss so much" said Sarah in a hushed voice.
"Sarah knock it off," said Lisa laughing.
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"Sorry, just previewing the horrible movie we're going to see. Say, from whence, you owe this strange intelligence? Or why, upon this blasted heath you stop our way, with such prophetic greeting?" said Sarah in her best Shakespearian accent.
"Something tells me you know the entire play" Lisa put the strap of her book bag over her shoulder and locked up her car.
"'Nothing is, but what is not.' No, I was forced to memorize some quotes." They laughed together.
"Well, this is where I leave you my dear," said Lisa as they stopped in the lobby. "I'm off to be office aid."
"And I'm off to the boring hour and a half of Macbeth," Sarah gave her a hug and walked off to class.
Lisa strolled into the guidance office and with a smile to Ms. Torres; she grabbed some passes, which need to be delivered to students and her pass to walk the hallways. Off she went down the hallway weaving her way through the flock of students who cluttered the hallway three wide, like cars going into the turns at the start of a NASCAR race. She used her small body to her advantage, as she wiggled past people who were talking and walking slowly, or at times completely stopping and talking in groups.
As she rounded a corner, she spotted the first room she had to visit and ducked beneath some guy's arm, who was talking to a cheerleader, and into the classroom. Handing the pass to the teacher, she waved at a few of her friends and proceeded on her mission when the principal spoke over the intercoms.
The principal, Mr. Mathews, recited the pledge of allegiance as usual and granted the students who remained in the hallways the freedom to proceed to their destinations and read the morning announcements. Since the hallways were less densely populated now, Lisa found it easier and quicker to get to classes. Going up a stairway marked up only, she heard a muffled moan and stopped on the stairway, listening.
Soon, the noise returned and a quiet grunt echoed through the stairway along with a familiar odor, sex. Smiling, Lisa took a quick peek and spotted the guy whose arm she'd ducked beneath, getting a blowjob from the cheerleader. The guy's pants were down to his knees and he was staring upwards trying to keep himself quiet. Lisa continued to stare as the two continued their sexual act, noticing the cheerleader had a hand buried under her skirt, but Lisa snapped out of her semi-trance as she realized the passes were still in her hand.
With a smirk, she grabbed her cell phone and took a quick picture of the two fuck buddies. Silently ascending the stairs, Lisa felt her pussy throb, and realized she had become excited from that little show. She had two passes left and they both went to the same room. Luckily enough the room was near a bathroom and after dropping off the passes, she skidded into the girls bathroom. Going into a stall, she sat down on the lid, breathing a little heavier from the mere thought of getting herself off.
Placing her hand at the waistband of her pajamas, she slipped it down towards her pulsing pussy, she gasped as she began to massage her clit. As she stimulated her clit with one finger, she began to run the fingers of her other hand up and down her slit, feeling the juice that already covered her lips. Spreading her legs a little, she slowly began to insert her finger, feeling the warmth that radiated from her inside. As her middle finger went deeper into her, her breath was becoming a little more rapid. Slowly she began to withdraw her middle finger and as it came to her opening, she pushed back in causing herself to gasp. Not wanting to get her pajama pants wet, she used the hand that had been teasing her clit to push them off along with her panties.
With her panties and pajama pants at her ankles, she resumed her fingering, but a little faster. She began to pant as her fingers picked up speed while fucking her and her free hand was rubbing her body sending more pleasure through it. With her free hand, she pulled her shirt up and over breasts leaving it atop them and pushed one of her cups beneath her c cup breast. The bathroom was chilly so her nipple was slightly erected causing Lisa to moan.
She now had two fingers in her pussy and her other hand was tracing around her areola sending more chills through her body. Lisa was trying her best keep from moaning, afraid the bathroom would echo to her noise. Clenching her teeth she shoved four fingers into her pussy, her head was against the wall, she was fucking her own fingers and pinching the hell out of her exposed nipple. Lisa had placed her phone up on the lock of the door showing the picture of the guy and the cheerleader.
All Lisa could imagine was the guy's big dick in her, with her cunt walls clamped hard on his rod, trying to force his spunk out of him. She heaved forward as she hit the spot and could feel her rising orgasm. Still trying to keep her silence, she was about to hit her peak, when she heard someone else enter the bathroom and the door of the neighboring stall shut, forcing Lisa to freeze. A loud fart echoed through the bathroom causing Lisa to gag. Not wanting to wait through a following female's "release", Lisa pulled up her panties and pajama trousers and swiftly exited as she had entered, not disturbing anything.
It was going to be a long day, Lisa was just on the verge on finishing what she had started, but unfortunately, she couldn't. Study hall was drag as well as World History, the teacher of which was old and boring, a stereotypical history teacher. Lisa had to force her self to stay awake by placing pens beneath her chin to keep her head up. She was frustrated that her hormones were going crazy still, but she had to wait until she and George hooked up.
Eventually it was time for Lisa's final class, English 4 which was a senior only class. Walking into class, she sat in the back as usual and everyone gathered in. A T.V. was set up at the front of the desk and Mr. Hue stood next to it taking attendance. As soon as the final bell rang, he closed his door and walked over to the T.V.
"Good afternoon class, it would seem it's time for our most anticipated movie of the year," said Mr. Hue sarcastically. Irony and sarcasm were his way of teaching and keeping the seniors interested, and as usual, his statement caused everyone to groan.
"So as I said yesterday, you can choose not to watch the movie and do what ever you wish, apart from disturbing the class or you can watch the movie, but if you choose the first option, I warn you there might be a test or quiz...hint, hint, wink, wink!"
