Kevin was all over me, and a little clumsy in the process. But gradually I persuaded him to squeeze down between the seats. I gripped his hair and pulled his head between my legs. He pulled out a little and looked up to me. Even though it was dark I could just make out his eyes and his screwed up face.
"Jesus, you smell a bit," he grizzled.
"Keep your fucking voice down," I hissed.
I grabbed him by the ears and pulled him back to my wet pussy. He suddenly realised he wasn't going anywhere until he ate some pussy, and going by what Lucy said, he was very good at it. He licked and slurped away, bringing me close to an orgasm, just as this old bloke in a raincoat sat three seats a way. I mean the dirty old sod was tugging his dick, judging by the way his raincoat was shaking about! I just looked at him and stuck my tongue out. It was then Kevin seemed to find a little something extra, well my clit to be exact. He sort of nibbled on it, as his finger went in and out of my soaked pussy. I was trying to keep my moans and groans down, but god what he was doing had my head spinning. I looked through the darkness at the old pervert. I just opened my mouth wide as I climaxed. The old man was rubbing himself stupid by now. Until he gave a grunt that had a few heads turning in his direction. He jumped up wrapping his coat around him and shuffled off to the exit.
Kevin finally fought his way back onto the seat next to me. He was panting quite hard. I pulled my skirt down and we rested for a moment.
When the lights came up for the interval I went to the loo. I sat in the cubical and heard two girls coming in. I recognised them as two girls from school, Kathy, and Jade. They were chatting away about seeing Kevin in the cinema. They obviously thought he was alone. I sat there until they left, and then decided to leave and go home.
On the way out this bloke bumped into me. We made eye contact, and there was the dirty old man. He gave me a sick little smile, and then I noticed something wet on the back of my hand. He was gone in a flash, and I grabbed the nearest thing, which was a coat that was hanging on chair, which seemed to belong to a woman who was adjusting her hair in a mirror. I wiped the sticky mess quickly on her coat collar, and left.
"How was the film?"
"Okay, I guess," I replied.
I was stood in the kitchen again, as Andrew came in behind me, and all of a sudden the buzz was back. I gave him plenty of time to look me over.
"You, you've got a ladder, in your stocking," he mumbled quietly.
I picked up his cigarette packet and took one out. I twisted my head round looking behind me and down at the backs of my legs. I saw the run, about 5 inches long from my thigh to the back of my knee. I looked up at him, as he just stood there in the doorway. His eyes were fixed to the backs of my legs for a moment, and then he looked up into my eyes.
While all this was turning me on, I wasn't ready to jump into his arms just yet, and besides in case you have forgotten, he is married to my mum! And I've had some fun already tonight, so the little teasing bitch started taking over my head.
"Did you ask mum to wear my school stuff the other day?"
He shuffled a little awkwardly, and shook his head.
I puffed on the fag and moved forward a couple of steps.
"Well I don't like it, don't do it again. Besides, I've seen the way you look at my friends."
He gulped a little.
"Gina, I am not interested in your friends."
"No? You are a bloke aren't you? I bet if Maria was here you wouldn't be able to keep your eyes off her."
He opened his mouth to speak, just as the phone rang.
"Well, don't you think you better answer it?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
I smiled as he went off to the phone.
"That was Lucy, she wants to see you."
"I'm tired, I'm going to bed."
At 10.30 that night someone was hammering on the door. I sort of crept down behind Andrew.
"Where is she, where is the fucking slut!"
I watched Lucy push past Andrew. Her eyes were stained with tears, and her little face was bright red.
"You fucking cow!" she snarled, and launched herself up the stairs.
Andrew grabbed her back and she struggled.
"Let me go you asshole!" she screamed.
"Calm down, now lets go into the lounge," Andrew growled, as he struggled to pull her back.
I followed them in.
"You stupid bloody cow, you fucked everything up. Do you know how long I've planned this?"
I didn't so I shook my head. I think it annoyed her because she started struggling again.
"Can't you get your own bloody bloke, do you have to steal everyone else's!"
"Well you are just using him to get Billy back," I stated.
"Yeah, and you have fucked everything up, you, you thick slut!"
"And, does Billy know you are pregnant?" I spat.
Andrew had stopped holding her back now. He just looked at her with a shocked look on his face.
"Anyway I'm not the slut. I'm not the one who is pregnant. God Lucy, I bet you don't even know who the father is?" I hissed.
"Yes I do," she said slumping into the chair, "it's Derek, or Billy, or maybe Adam, I mean it can be Geoff's, he pulled out."
"Who is Geoff?" I asked.
"The guy that works in the chip shop," she mumbled, looking down at the carpet.
"You mean spotty Geoff?" Andrew asked, in disbelief.
"Yeah, well he's not that bad, apart from his spots, and his double chin, and he is fat. But it isn't his anyway."
Okay I might have said something out of turn. But the sooner it got out the sooner she would tell her mum and dad. I mean, she was getting worried about putting on weight. She had even borrowed a few of Maria's school skirts.
Anyway, I sat and cuddled her for an hour, while Andrew came out with some pretty good advice, for a bloke that is.
She got her diary and we started going back through the dates of her sexual encounters. We got it down to Derek, and Billy, with Adam as an outsider. That night we took her home, and we waited outside in the car. We heard shouting, and crying, and Andrew was about to go and check on things, when we saw her silhouette in the front room window. We watched her mother move towards her and give her a big hug. I could hear Lucy crying still, but I could also just make out her mum shushing her.
"Well, that is the easy part over then," Andrew said, as he started the engine.
"Don't be a dork. How the hell was that the easy part?"
"Gina, she is going to be a mother, a young mother, she is going to be responsible for bringing up a kid. That is the bloody hard part."
I sat back in the car seat. I suppose he was right.
Well that was quite a night I can tell you. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, not like Lucy, or her mum and dad I suppose.
Mum came back a week later, and things returned to normal.
School rolled along and we got this new teacher. Now normally I didn't go much on the teachers, but this guy could fuck me in front of the whole class if he wanted. He had a cute smile, a deep tan, and an Australian accent that you could listen to for hours. Every girl in the school was dripping in their knickers when he walked by. Some of the female teachers too I reckon.
In came stinky Watts and fat Gloria. They frowned at Maria and me, just because we were sat at the front in their seats. In came Mr Devine, and he was!
I sort of found it quite difficult to look him in the eye at first. Fuck he was a bloody god! After a few minutes I was swooning like Maria, and the rest. I stuck my chest out and fingered my blouse buttons.
By the end of the lesson I had visions of him and me alone in Australia, surfing and sunbathing together, oh, and him fucking me into next week. Over the next few weeks we found out a little more about him. He was single, bonus point for that. He was 27 years old, another bonus point, and he had been transferred, because of an incident with a schoolgirl, double bonus points for that! Okay that was only a rumour, but it was quite a strong one.
Now history is a fucking bore, but I signed up to go round the museum, but I sort of put my name down too late. Now I was bloody mad with Maria, because her name was 12th on the list. The fucking cow didn't put my name down on purpose. I tried everything, even bribery to get Watts or fat Gloria to pull out of the trip.
"Look I'll give you a fag. Watts, you can have two fags," I said desperately.
"No, I don't smoke, anyway it makes your breath stink," she replied.
"Well, it'll go with your armpits then, won't it?" I snapped.
I moved on to Gloria.
"Look, you don't want to go on the trip. You know enough about history already."
"Gina, that is why I want to go," she stated, like the nerd she is.
"Do you really think he is going to look at you?" I spat.
"Fuck off, I do all your home work, and Maria's....oh...is that a real cream Γ©clair?"
I nodded pulling a second and third out of my bag to go with the first one.
The following week I was sat at the front of bus waiting for Mr Dreamboat to get on. I sat in horror as Mr Taylor announced that Mr Devine had twisted his ankle, and he wouldn't be going on the trip.