Like every other morning Molly Indrabooty had her Father drop her off at school.
As Molly opens her door to get out her Father notices something missing, "You do not have your book bag."
"I left it at school yesterday. I had no homework to bring home."
He nods, "I see. Your young friend is not here today?"
She blushes, "You need not worry Father. Caleb is a very nice boy. His brother, not so much."
"Perhaps you should invite this Caleb to dinner."
Her jaw drops from shock, "Really?"
He reveals a devious grin that she knew meant yes.
"I love you Father. I will ask him. Should we not ask Mother?"
"It was her idea. Saturday if he is free."
Leaping back into the car she hugs and kisses him on the cheek. He merely hisses with a thin smile.
On her way inside, Sahseej drives away.
His invitation meant the world to Molly. She knew that he was suspicious and this was his way of protecting his child. Yet, he also knew that she was hardly a child anymore. If he only knew how much she had grown. That would be bad.
At her locker she leaned against the row awaiting Caleb and her attire. He was running late.
With less than ten minutes before the bell Caleb sprints up to her.
"Last second change of plan. Sorry. Dad was stuck in traffic too."
"What have I to wear?"
He opens his bag and reveals a pink camisole that was clearly thin in material. Along with it was a pink mini skirt and pink pumps.
She grabs the bag from him and goes to change. In minutes she returns with eyes bulging.
"I can see my areolas through the material. These spaghetti string straps barely hold the shirt up. My boobies are too large."
"Bet ole Crandall busts a nut again. Today you get your fingers wet. AM I CLEAR?"
He shows her two fingers held together and twists.
"Is that my signal?"
"Yep. Rub your clit in class too. Every class. Don't get kicked out today either."
"Mrs. Garibaldi might do that after looking at my clothing. What do I do then?"
"Trust me. She won't be in class much today." He winks.
Shivering she hears the bell. Caleb walks her to class. At the door he pulls her aside and leans down kissing her on the lips passionately. As their lips part she sighs heavily, "You make hating you quite difficult."
"You don't hate me. All I'm doing is making you do what we both want in the long run."
She ponders that reply as his fingers lift and drag one of her camisole strands off of her shoulder, falling to her bicep. Molly feels the camisole loosen ever so slightly.
"I might hate you just a little."
He chuckles and heads into the classroom. Taking seats she notes Heather from the gym in the class. She had paid little attention until yesterday. Recognition came easier.
Heather raises an eyebrow at Molly for her choice of attire. Finally, out of no where Heather smiles and gives her a thumbs up. Molly faintly grins then looks away. It was possible Heather was baiting her for Shawna.
Class intact Nelson Crandall enters and immediately steps behind his desk to the chalkboard. He writes, "Declaration of Independence".
"When? Where? Who? Why? How is with pen and ink, self explanatory."
As students chuckle he points at individuals for answers. Wyatt chokes up, "Independence Missouri?"
"Not quite. Let's put your attempts at humor out of it's Missouri."
Another bout of laughter the answers come along rapidly. With each answer Nelson glances at Molly. He finds his hesitation toward the students troubling and tries his best to avoid her.
His ignoring of her made Molly uneasy. She actually liked teasing him. As Caleb glanced back she immediately spread her legs revealing her pussy to him. She then looked around her to see a number of boys looking up her mini skirt. She grew wet almost instantaneously.
