Britney Foxx conveniently stepped from her bedroom just as her Mother left the house to grocery shop. She needed quiet time with her Father to obtain his help.
Sitting in the living room after washing his truck in the drive Keith enjoyed a cold brew.
"Can I talk to you Daddy?"
"Let me guess. You need me to watch you have sex with another virgin boyfriend." He frowns.
She giggles and taps her left foot toes on the floor, "No. But I can if that's what you want."
"I think I'm good for awhile. What's on your mind?"
"I need a huge favor. My friend Grace from school wants to hang out with me but her parents are strict. They're Mennonites. They keep her on a leash and we're trying to find a way to let her breath and experience things that her folks might not approve of."
He lowers his head shaking it, "Oh Lord. Now you're converting a good girl into a bad girl."
Brit grins sheepishly, "She's really pretty. With a wild side that could rival mine if allowed. There's no way she can break free without my help. Which I cannot do that without your help."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"Well. I'm going to dress up really conservative to make them more at ease. We brainstormed that I would tutor her in Chemistry at our house. But, without help they might only let her go for an hour. Can you help us get all day together?"
"And, how might I do that?"
"Grace told me her Father is building a barn. I know you work but it's been slow of late. Could you volunteer your services for the day? Keep her Father occupied."
Keith Foxx puckers, "Barn, huh? What's in this for me?"
She bats her eyes, "I can arrange a threesome."
"Threesome?" He creases his brow smirking.
"Yes. Once I change Grace I can get her to have sex with you. She's seventeen but almost eighteen. Three months I think."
"Virgin?"
"Yes. You could take her virginity." Brit sticks her tongue out at him.
"Ah! Like I supposedly took yours?"
"Please Daddy?" She offers puppy dog eyes.
"When?"
"Wednesday night we can drive out to her house. Meet her family."
He nods with sudden change to a negative shake of his head. Finally, he smirks, "I'm not taking her virginity. I'll help you give her the experience of lifestyle change but that's all."
Brit jumps around giddily, "Best Daddy ever. But, I bet you change your mind. I'm going to make her into a Greek Goddess."
"Still not going to happen. She's younger than you. Hell, I feel guilty enough about you and I."
She shuffles over and sits in his lap to hug him at an angle.
"I love you Daddy. Please don't be guilty. It was consensual. I love my Daddy's sexiness." She flares her eyes, "Oooo! I feel him growing under me."
He rolls his eyes, "Get up. I don't need to have your brother coming in and catching me with a hard on after you get up off me."
She eases off of him and stands to his right eying his erection.
"I'm going to my room. If you hear humming it's only my vibrator."
She wiggles away stopping at the hallway entry long enough to look back with a mischievous grin. She then pulled her shorts down to reveal her bare ass. With a smack to her left cheek she sticks her tongue out at Keith.
It took the forced point encouragement of her Father for her to vanish.
Keith frowned and gazed at his mounding jeans, "You can relax now. She's gone."
As if!
The next morning Brit and Lance caught the bus. With each new day Brit toyed with Jacob and his friends. Rather than fuck anyone this time she chose to give "Angus" a blow job. Just before reaching the school he detonated all across her face leaving a coat of fresh paint. They dared her to wear his cum proudly and walk into the school.
Brit loved a dare. Just not a bet.
As she walked alone through the front doors Brit realized everyone was watching her. The jizz had dried mostly but there were still remote traces evident.
Was it the cum on her face? The fact her nipples were stabbing dramatically through her orange t-shirt that revealed her belly button? Her ass perfectly defined behind her white stretchy pants that hinted a skin tone beneath? The notability of her orange thong peeking both at her snatch, as well as the micro thin bands of the thong showing above her pants at the waist?
As she continued onward she passes Mr. Beatty who did his best to ignore her beauty. Fellow teachers who either frowned or took note less vividly as Beatty had. All had varying expressions of lust or disgust.
Turning down another hall headed to her locker she spots Coach Dawson leaving the Principal's office. He see's her and winks holding up the tiny recorder she had given him. He then walked the other direction. Her curiosity led her to Lance who had trailed her at a distance.
"I just saw Dawson. He made certain I saw the recorder you had me give him. He was leaving Principal Harding's office. You don't think he ratted me out do you?"
Lance scowled, "He fucked you in his office. He has too much to lose to be that stupid."
"I hope you're right. I don't need expelled from school. Dad might be okay with things, but Mom would skin me alive." She shivers crossing her arms in front of her, "What about Corey or the boys in the locker room? Do you think they will talk?"
Smirking Lance tilts his head, "Wouldn't you if some boy showered in the girls locker room?"
Her eyes bulge, "Shit! Everyone knows I did that. There's no way Harding doesn't know. I'm screwed."
"Maybe Dawson is covering for you. It's possible he used the recorder to show Harding that the boys are lying and that they only heard the recording. That recording could be of you the day you used that egg in Beatty's class. It all fits. Stop worrying until Harding confronts you." Lance reverts his sympathetic eyes behind her as she nods. He then swivels and darts away.
"Hey! Where are you going?" She growls.
Suddenly, from behind her she hears a gruff throat clearing. Her eyes bulge as she watches her fellow students swiftly disperse in all directions.
With a deep inhale Brit turns in her step.
"Hi. How are you this morning Mr. Harding?"
The bald man in a brown suit and tie stands three feet from her creasing his brow and puckering.
"Step into my office Miss Foxx. We need to talk."
Lowering her gaze she follows him into the front office. She passes two middle aged women whom attended to the outer office. As Harding opens his door he motions her inside then seals it behind them.
"Have a seat." He barks.
"Thank you." She trembles sitting across his desk from him.
"Any idea why I brought you here, Miss Foxx?"
She fidgets, "Not really."
He gazes at her chest noticing her nipples stabbing forth.
"Your attire for starters. Each new day you come to school in something that breaks our dress code. While most of my faculty seem to feel the need to keep that to themselves, it is still against school policy."
"Has anyone complained? Besides yourself?" She hesitantly asks.
He timidly smiles, "I'm not necessarily complaining. Merely doing my job. I have no choice."
"So, you yourself have no true objection?" Brit flutters her eye lashes.
He sits back in his seat and folds his arms over his belly. Peering over the bridge of his glasses he winks at her.
"While I must say yes professionally, I will keep the matter at hand to myself. I have heard quite a few rumblings of late. It appears that you are being rather disruptive."
"Which time?" She offers a beguiling smile of pressed lips.
"Beatty's classroom. Antics on the school bus. Locker rooms. Have I missed anything?"
"I'm certain you will hear more." She continues her bravado.
"While that seems quite insightful for future reference, I'm afraid I need you to behave a bit more often. If we contain this now there will be no need to speak with your parents."
She pouts and feigns a hint of fear, "Please don't bring them into this. I'll do anything to keep them from knowing."
Harding sits up leaning his elbows on his desk.
"May I ask, was that your voice on Dawson's tape recorder?"
She sighs, Lance was right on the mark with his assumption.
"Yes. Did you listen to it from beginning to end?"
He placed his clenched knuckles over his mouth, "I did. Multiple times to determine whom I might be hearing."
"I think you already knew it was me. You only wanted to hear me over and over." She continues her pouty look, "Why did Dawson bring it too you?"
"Not much gets past me Miss Foxx. It's what I do with the knowledge that's important. I'll refrain from involving your parents for now. Nor will I expel you."
"Thank you." She felt relief.
"There are conditions to my kindness."
She sits shivering at what might be in the works here.
"While in class you must behave normally. Your attire? I'll let slide as long as you keep body parts hidden."
"No." She blurts with a defiant look.
"Pardon me?" Harding looks shocked lowering his hands to his desk top.
"I said No. I like showing off. If you really feel the need to tell my parents go right ahead. Expel me if you must. Just remember, if you expel me you won't get to see these."
She swiftly lifts her shirt up and exposes him to both perfect tits. Eying his flushed features she maintains her exposure. Her next move is to pinch her nipples taunt.
Harding finds his palms sweaty as he clasps them together.
"Please pull your shirt down. As lovely as those are I must keep this civil."
She lowers her shirt but continues to swirl her index finger around her right areola through the material.
Harding fidgets and caves in, "Too many reports and I will be forced to take action. I do have conditions regardless."
"Such as?" She expresses curiosity.
"I feel the need to offer a support group. Your behavior requires that we as professionals at least attempt to discover the reason's for your behavior changes."
"The reason's simple. I'm a nympho. Who might be in this Support Group?"
Harding grins, "Coach Dawson. Mr. Beatty. Mr. Marko. Mr. Garrick. Myself."
