At the end of Monday classes Ryan Quinones and his friends Shane and Holden caught up with Monica Gift at her locker. Today was a normal day overall. She did however wear extra snug, extra short jean cutoffs and a bright red t-shirt. A bra beneath it for support of her 34DDD's still offered a hint of nipple hard on.
"Hey Monica. We want to run an idea by you." Shane threw his backside into the locker next to hers.
Startled she darts her gaze between each of them.
"Okay. I'm listening."
"It's been a week since you did anything outrageous here at school." Ryan frowns.
"Well, yeah! Too much will get me expelled and disowned by my parents. Not too mention every guy in school wants my body." She smirks, "Which is what I thrive on."
Holden scratches his head eying her chest, "True that. I hear guys talking all the time. The good thing is I've talked with as many of them as I know and there's a rock solid pact going around not to let anybody else know. Looks like you have lots of fans."
"How long will that last though? Eggs crack. Someone will overhear them. Or, worse the wrong people will see me. Trust me I want to show off more. I just need to be careful. What I've done so far has already pushed me over the limits I once told myself I had." She points at Ryan, "Did I really need that cum bath in the Men's room, Ryan?"
He almost goes pale at her words, "Probably not. Do you regret it?"
Looking at the floor she ponders the question before grinning sheepishly, "No! Shush."
The four of them chuckle amongst each other.
"Anyway, our idea." Shane interrupted.
"Does it consist of something here at school?" She narrows her eyes.
"Nope. We want you to deliver pizza with us tonight."
She creases her brow scowling, "Don't remind me that my parents keep hinting I get a part time job."
"Just for one night. We know you don't drive. You would ride along and deliver the pizza." Holden holds his breath before saying, "Wearing a bikini."
Her curiosity is instantly intrigued, "Ooooo! That could be fun."
Ryan adds, "Here's our plan. We DARE you to do this. We all work tonight because of Monday Night Football. Monday is usually busy as hell. But, we figure you can take turns riding with us. Deliver three pizza orders. One just the bikini and the delivery hat. We'll draw straws to see who drives you then. The second delivery you untie your top and let it dangle. The final pizza you lose the bikini and deliver nude."
"Tips go into your bikini bottoms like a stripper." Holden chuckles.
She ponders the idea more, imagining the possibilities.
"What if the pizza is delivered to girls or Teachers? Or people my parents know?" She trembles.
Ryan shrugs, "I thought you thrived on risks."
With both hands she reaches up and jokingly strangles Ryan, "Curse you."
"Is that a yes?" Ryan laughs.
"I do own a micro bikini." Monica giggles, "Brazilian style. Pink with spaghetti string straps."
All three boys drop their jaws as she presses her right index finger to her lips in thought.
Ryan stammers, "I've never seen you wear that before. Not even when you sunbathe."
"I just haven't found the right occasion to experiment with it. Until now maybe. This sounds fun guys. Let's try the first delivery and go from there. Just because it's Football night doesn't mean it's only a guy thing. Girls eat pizza and cheer at touchdowns too."
"You did tell us to push you. I did last week. A lot. You still want that right?" Ryan asks.
"I do. Just no more gang jizzing on me."
Ryan shakes his head, "See? I push and now you don't want to listen to me. Us."
She sneers at him with a faint smirk added, "Guilt trip? Seriously, Ryan?"
"Let's go guys. As hot as this could be I don't think she wants to be as pushed as she let on." Ryan turns his back to her.
Both Shane and Holden look disappointed at her. She merely stares without expression.
"Stop that right this minute, Mr. Quinones. I fulfilled every dare you threw at me last week. You know that. I can't help feeling used in certain ways here. You overstepped my boundaries every time Ryan. I ended up going along with it. That should tell you something."
Stopping in his tracks he keeps his back to her, "Boundaries are meant to be crossed. You want pushed. We're pushing. Hard! You don't need our help really. You were doing fine by yourself."
"Around my house yes. Occasional flashes in public yes. But, not to the lengths I exhibited last week. I wouldn't have done that stuff if not for you Ryan. I trust you to keep me safe. All of you. I don't mind going a little further I just need to feel safe and comfortable. Last week could have ruined my life. Yet, I did it. It felt awesome to let myself feel that much freedom. Would I do it all again? As long as I have you as support yes."
Ryan turns his profile to glare back at her, "You have our support, Monica. BUT, if you are serious about us pushing you forward you should stop setting boundaries on this."
Horror attacks her senses. Fear actually entered her thoughts. By telling them to push her she had walked into her own boundary point. She had created a wall around herself.
Turning away again Ryan mutters, "Come on guys."
As they step away she stomps her foot whining, "WAIT! What are you suggesting? Be honest Ryan."
He halts yet again and walks between his friends to face her. He plants both palms on her shoulders and makes eye contact.
"I suggest that you stop the boundaries. We all know you want to be nudged further and further. If you had your way you would be naked every where you go."
"Yes. I would. But, does that mean I need to become a slut?"
"If you expect to have as much freedom as you want I'd say yes. To a certain extent."
"You want me to be a slut?" She pouts with a creased brow.
"Can you tell me in all honesty that you don't like the attention that all those guys last week wanted to give you?"