At lunchtime Britney and her new friend Grace met outside in the school yard to enjoy the sunshine. Their differences in attire led to Brit's undesired results of attracting boys to size up in Grace's favor. Her hopes were to discover whom Grace might find appealing enough to attempt a deafening change to whom she was as a Mennonite raised isolationist.
It was fortunate that Grace's parents had decided to at least open up enough to let her attend public school. Owning a cellphone was even a pleasant compromise. They trusted their daughter to know God was watching. They barely knew their daughter at all.
"So, did your parents and Grandmother pump you for information after my call yesterday?" Brit sweetly grit her teeth.
"Of course. They watch my every move. Don't be shocked if you see their horse and carriage drive by the school spying."
The girl's burst into a round of laughter bordering on snorts.
Brit finally hisses, "Too funny. I'm so glad you have a sense of humor. Does it bother you when people make fun of your dresses being so long?"
"No. What bothers me are that they are so long. I have nice legs." She smiles shyly.
Grace in her sitting position ruffles her lengthy skirt up to reveal silky smooth legs up to her knees. She then eyes Brit in her short skirt that revealed not only her legs clean up to her thighs but also showing off her tiny pink thong.
"I want to be as bold as you are."
"And, I'll help you reach that goal. We just need to figure out how so that your family doesn't find out. Obviously, after our talk yesterday the whole make-up, hair done thing might be ruled out. I mean make-up can be removed easily enough but disguising perfume might be a problem."
"No. I can say girl's were cruel in class and sprayed me. They will believe me."
"Smart. Any ideas about hair?" Brit raises an eye brow.
"I would love to cut it. It goes down past my butt if I left it unpinned. That would be a serious red flag though."
"Another cruel joke by kids? They could cut some and make it look unevenly awful until your folks allow you to cut it."
"It would have to be cut really high or they would just even it out. Too much bad treatment and they would remove me from school and return me to home tutoring."
"Ouch! I would hate that. I like my new friend."
"I like my new friend also. Ever since you made such a bold move in class I have adored you. Detention only added icing to the cake. I have so many secret desires. God forgive me."
Brit pouts at Grace's sudden sadness.
"I truly never expected you to go as far as you did during detention. Mister Beatty was shocked even more. Tell me, was that the first blowjob you ever gave?"
"Other than a banana yes. But, he liked it." Grace giggles.
"Beatty liked it too. You really got into it once you started. It was awesome to watch your hunger brewing."
Grace turns red, "Hunger? Was I that dramatic?"
Eyes bulged Brit grins, "You could have fed on that dick all day and not had enough."
"I love the taste. Would you like to know how I knew so much?" Grace intentionally wiggles her brow.
"Absolutely!"
"Our family in Iowa visited last summer. My cousin Eli owned a compact dvd player. His parents had no idea. He watched adult movies behind our barn with earplugs. I discovered him hiding and watched it secretly with him. I allowed him to jack off in front of me. It was amazing. Except that he was uncircumcised. So ugly."
"You didn't touch him?" Brit was curious.
"Oh no. That would have been bad. Besides inbreeding is so dirty. I only observed and fantasized of the men in his movie."
"In front of Eli?"
"No. He might have raped me if I had shown him my lady parts."
"Lady parts? Too funny." Brit snickered.
"Sorry. I try not to get used to crude verbalizing. If I talk that way it might slip out in front of family. Bad! Very bad!"
"Gotcha! Okay, so what type of boy do you like?"
"You will laugh at me."
"No I won't."
Grace lowers her eyes and bites her lip, "I think your brother is handsome."
"Yea, I am going to laugh at you." Brit chokes up trying not to, "Why, Lance? He's a punk."
"I don't know. I just do. He would never notice me though."
Brit fidgets knowing how Lance had not only just tapped the cougar next door with her own assistance, but how Brit herself served him as a debt. She thought for a moment about Grace's revelation.
"I'll keep him in mind. Anyone else?"
Grace sat back against a tree trunk thinking hard before opening up, "All boys really. Just not ugly. Or fat."
Inspiration strikes Brit. She had yet to spend alone time with her brother's friend "Evan". Maybe she could plan something around him considering it was his weekend to own Brit for eight hours. If planned well she could groom Grace and introduce them instead.
"Okay. I have an idea. This Saturday you come over for tutoring. I'll dress you up and introduce you to my friend Evan. You can flirt and see where things go."
"Your brother's friend?"
"Yeah. Mine too though."
"I like him. He's very handsome." She beams then fades her smile just as quickly, "I might only be allowed two hours with you. My father agreed to the tutoring but only for a short time."
"Yikes! Would it help if I talked to him?"
"Wearing what you have on will ruin our day. Our entire friendship." Grace offers an expression of deep sadness.
"I can dress in something conservative. I do own long dresses too." Brit offers, "How about I wear nerdy glasses even?"
Grace chuckles, "And a bonnet?"
"What's a bonnet? Is that the big long knife they attached to barrels of rifles?" Brit groans.
"No that is a bayonet." She snorts uncontrollably. "I was only joking. What you plan might work. You would need to carefully choose your words. He gets very suspicious of people."
"I'm a good actress. I'll break out my Bible if I need to."
"That would not be appropriate. Just prove to him you are a good person. Not a bad influence."
"How about Wednesday night? I'll have my Dad drop me by. He would help me once I explain things."
"He would need to watch what he says also. Father is rebuilding our barn so he has been cranky."
"My dad so happens to be a Home Builder. Non-Union so his jobs have been scarce. He might help your Dad as a good gesture."
Grace drops her jaw, "Father would respect him instantly."
"Let's do this. I'll be Mennonite Light on Wednesday." Britney teases playfully.
Grace rocks forward joyfully, "And, I will be a Slut Puppy on Saturday."
Plan in motion. Lunchtime was over.
Returning to her locker Brit ran into Lance.
"Hey Sis. Ready for some fun?"
Brit closes her locker, "Hurry it up. I need to get to P.E."
"Exactly! Coach Dawson will be in his office by the Men's locker room. I have something you should deliver to him in person." Lance winks holding up a tiny hand held recorder.
Her eyes bulge, "Me moaning?"
All Lance did was grin and nod feverishly.
"You really want me to humiliate myself don't you?"
"No. I want to see what Dawson does."
"He might haul me to the Principal's office."
"Or...?" Lance smirks.
"What about my own class?"
"Skip it. I dare you."
Wincing at Lance she claims the recorder and heads off down the hall towards the gym. Once there she reaches her own Coach "Marilyn Roman" a delightfully older woman who the boys joked about calling her "MANROE" due to her obvious sexual choices.
"Marilyn? I'm not feeling well. Do you object if I go to our locker room and just hang out? In case I need to throw up I'll be close to a bathroom. You know I would never ask if I weren't sick."
Scrutiny in tune Marilyn nods, "Go ahead. Hope you feel better."
Leaving with a timid grin Brit passes her fellow students in the hall. On their way to the gymnasium above. Once the last student vacates the locker room Brit eyes Coach Dawson's office further down the hallway. Next to the boy's locker room. Luckily, the two Coaches traded off the gym floor every other class.
Stepping to his door threshold she looks around and lifts her stretchy mini skirt slightly higher. Her button up sleeveless top with only a slight cleavage was allowed to breath as she unclasps two buttons at the top.
The door was wide open and she heard him talking on his phone to someone. Obvious by his tone a woman. He sounded as if he was fighting to keep her. Trouble in paradise Brit surmised. This would make things worse.
After a deep breath Brit revealed herself in his doorway. Dawson was in his seat with his feet propped up on his desk. "Jerry Dawson" was a well built middle aged man of 42. Short brown hair he was proud of. Muscles from evening workouts.
He notes Brit in his doorway holding the recorder. She silently motions to him that she would come back. In turn his drops his feet to the floor and sits up. Holding a finger for her to wait she does. As she awaits she allows her English Lit book and a notepad to slip from under her arm. Turning her back to Dawson she bends over to pick them up. In doing so her butt cheeks emerged, revealing her thin pink thong clenched between her thighs. She knew he was looking by his silence.
Standing up she turned to face him with a mouthed, "Sorry."
