Brit as usual had eyes on her from every angle. Even if she was standing next to her brother Lance and his friend Evan. Nobody was concerned that her brother would defend her honor. She didn't want to be defended.
"Hey Evan? What do you have planned for me this weekend? It's your turn." She winks.
"We're going swimming. Public pool. You're losing your bikini."
She builds a fist and pumps it with a rasping 'Yesssssss!"
Lance amused by her adds, "Maybe I should ask Chloe to go too."
Brit scowls, "Stop lusting after her before Chuck kills you."
He shakes his head, "No worries. She likes me."
"Whatever!" Brit rolls her eyes.
Evan eyes Brit's nipples shining vividly through her thin white top held on her shoulders by shoestring straps. Her cleavage was bulging at the low cut of the top.
"Eyes up here Handsome." She lifts Evans chin then lowers it, "Okay you can look again."
He chuckles as Lance punches his shoulder.
"Quit lusting after my sister. That's my job."
"Incest is best." Evan coughs into his hand.
Lance suddenly looks at Brit, "You know...I haven't actually fucked my sister yet."
She pats his cheek, "Take your time. I'm getting sore as it is from all the attention these past few weeks."
Evan pouts at her comment until she in turn pats his cheek also, "Not too sore for you. In the pool in front of everybody?" She hints.
"Might be kids. Okay, if we can be inconspicuous." He hisses playfully.
"No. You're right. That might be bad. We can think of something though. I won't let you not fuck me."
"Awesome!" He nods erratically.
The bell rings for her Algebra class and she shuffles away. In her journey she passes multiple students. This time it included a band of four Varsity cheerleaders still in uniform from an early morning practice.
Stopping her with a hand to her shoulder Brit faces a busty brunette with short hair.
"Can we talk for a second?" She asks.
"Thirty seconds, Sophia. Can't be late for Marko's class. You're in his class too."
"I know. Listen. We hear everything you do. There's no hiding it."
"That's nice. Here to tell me to stop?" Brit expects frowning.
"Hardly. We only wish we had your boldness."
Surprised she puckers, "Really?" Doubt creeps in heavily as she squints her leeriness in their direction.
"Sophia Pope" clasps her palms together looking to her friends, "Tara, Dawn, and Cryssa." Each of them were bright in their exploration of Brit's reaction.
"Dawn Lawrence", a gorgeous redhead with exceptional curves launches her own retort. Hands held in front of her she exposes, "I understand your distrust. We haven't quite accepted you since you moved here. It's not like you're not super beautiful. You just never seemed to try and fit in with us."
Brit frowns, "Was that up to me? I'm just not the cheerleader type. Even though I bet I'm more limber than any of you girls."
"Cryssa Apari", a stunning Philipino, short and sweet rolls her eyes, "I can put my legs behind my head."
Brit puckers and nods, "So can I. How about you three? Can you?"
"Tara Zellers", a muscled blond with a ponytail gushes, "I can do that and take a drink."
Brit holds her laughter as she shrugs, "Got me there. I might need a straw. I'm late for class. Joining me Sophia?"
Sophia smiles and waves at her friends, "She's right. Gotta fly. See you all at lunch."
Brit then forces herself to cradle her arm around Sophia's like a bestie. She did it for reaction purposes. The other girls were caught with looks of awe.
"I think the cheering section forgot their cheer." Brit whispers to Sophia.
"They'll get over it. We need to talk more after class. I soooo want to be like you."
Brit winces, "Like me?"
"Yes. Your boldness is exhilarating."
Brit stops to face Sophia, "Do you really want to be like me?"
"Yes. I do." Sophia brightens her eyes wide.
"Hold my books." She passes them off to Sophia who looks confused.
Brit grins then bends over to raise Sophia's skirt. In a swift move she slides her hands up and locates the girls panties. One struggling tug later she peels the girls garment off of her and to her ankles.
Sophia turned beet red but regardless stepped out of them. As Brit stood waving them around like a flag she notes a nerd next to them who had witnessed the move.
"Hey Clarence? Hold on to these until class is over." She then stuffs them into his shirt pocket. The boy was ready to faint.
Sophia trembled, "Holy spit. I can't believe you...I let you...HOLY SPIT!"
Brit winks, "Go. Take your seat. Follow my lead."
Once inside the class Brit claims her books and heads to her seat ahead of Sophia. As the bell rings to begin class Mr. Marko enters like a lumbering Yeti. Door closed to the outside world he starts class like he does every morning.
"Top of the mornin' Lads and Lassies."
Brit lets out a whimper like a dog as the class chuckles.
"Sorry. Lassie came home. Are you Timmy?"
Marko chuckles and wanders next to her reaching out to pet the top of her head. He marveled at the fact she even knew of the classic TV series.
"Welcome home Pup. Ye been gone far too long. Timmy's all grown up."
She pants trying not to laugh then swiftly out moves his hands retreat and licks his hand. The entire class went, "EWWWW!"
Marko scowls and dries his knuckle on his shirt, "That will be enough of that Lassie. The shelter to ye."
Cringing she gets out of her chair and drops to her knees on all fours. Without his notice she crawls after him. As the class laughs he turns and looks down at her over his shoulder.
"Back in your seat before I make ye roll over." He snaps trying not to further the humor. Couldn't help himself.
She crawls out into the open and stretches out on her back before rolling over and spreading her legs for the boys in her view to see. She heard whistles that made her roll over once more before leaning on her knees and elbows, ass bare in the air. She winks up at Marko who shakes his head.
"Get up." He muses at her.
"Not until you rub my belly." She defies and lays on her back again.
"What's gotten into you this morning?" He squints.
"Nobody yet. The day's young. Now rub my belly like a good Master." She giggles.
The room rolls with laughter as a low volume chant begins, "RUB HER BELLY. RUB HER BELLY."
Marko hisses and kneels down on one leg as Brit lifts her shirt up to reveal her perfect tummy and dangling jewelry. Her shirt is held so high the lower portion of her tits were visible.
Knowing he was being out of line he chuckles and rubs her belly, choosing to keep his fingers low to her waist.
After he finishes she whimpers, "Morrrre!"
He shakes his head and stands up.
"That's enough fun and games. Take your seat."
Moving away she stands up and walks around the edge of the room allowing boys to rub her belly. As he turns to witness her behavior he growls.
"SIT!"
Brit jumped and dove for her chair whimpering like a scolded dog.
