Chapter 1 - Go See the Principal
mmm...yeah, that's nice, pump that tight pussy good. smack 'n' pull those tits. watch that sweet ass move..mmm.
"Manny?"
mmm...what about her? what about both of them? bitches. hot bitches. pile one ass up on the other, and have four tight hot nasty holes to FUCK. fuck 'em like-
"MANNY!"
"Huh? Wah?" With his teacher's voice, 18-year-old Manny was shocked out of his imaginary revelry.
Here in fifth-period English, his mind had drifted off whatever Ms. LaLonde had been speaking about, to his grand goal for this last year of high school. His project was, quite simply, to get laid.
It wasn't that he wasn't reasonably fit and good looking. But his shyness and quiet manner, combined with a self-reliance and independence, meant that he was a sharp contrast from most of his peers, who would say and do outrageous things in hopes of fitting in and getting a sliver of attention. He didn't play the social game, and wouldn't know the rules if he tried. And for the few girls that did try to approach him, his shyness and awkwardness would stop him from showing even the most preliminary signs of interest. Meanwhile, he'd go home alone and think about what he could do with that girl, whacking off three times a night.
This year, he promised himself, that was going to change. He was going to learn the pleasures of sex. Time was already passing, this being the Friday of the first week of school, and so he began to look around the class at the different girls, considering possibilities.
Kelly with the nice tits and ass, but glasses and odd hair that might put her in my league? No, no, don't think like that, wouldn't sluts be easier? Maybe offer a little help with the homework? The Filipino Selena there, whose catholic school uniform kilt seems to get shorter year after year to reveal more of those luscious legs in hose...
Soon after this was where his teacher caught him off guard, and he tried to shake off his flustered feeling, but already some of the other kids were giggling at him. "Yes, Miss?"
Ms. LaLonde fixed him with a dramatic scowl, "Hmmm, daydreaming about spaceships and astro-men again, I bet."
That was a crack at his vociferous defence of science fiction as literature in one of the first classes of the year. That, he thought, is why I usually don't say anything.
"That was the Principal, Mrs. Cole," His teacher continued. "She wants to see you after class, in her office. Something about some computer hocus-pocus you worked on?"
"Oooo," one of the guys in class, a big-mouth in Manny's judgement, ragged him, loud enough that half the class heard, "Manny's got a hot date with a computer for Friday night!"
"Now, now class, we still have a few minutes," Ms. LaLonde picked up a piece of chalk, "Back to the life and times of Shakespeare..."
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Manny felt frustrated as he walked took a seat outside the Principal's office. The secretary had told him to wait, as Mrs. Cole was currently seeing someone else, and might be for a while. This definitely meant he wasn't going to be meeting up with anyone one their way home, and would likely be left out of any discussions of what they were going to do over the weekend. Damn.
A long time passed when the door finally creaked open, and let out three people, one woman and two men, that Manny didn't recognize. He assumed they were visiting officials from the school board.
He was about to get up when Mrs. Cole poked her head out the door. "You're Manuel, right?"
Manny nodded, "People call me Manny."
"Alright," Mrs. Cole grinned. Why don't you go in and have a seat, I'm just going to tell the rest of the office staff they can head home when they want to, it's getting late. And a Friday."
Geez, you're telling me, Manny thought. And the day still had a hint of sunny summer. Still, he couldn't help taking a peek at Mrs. Cole's swaying behind, rubbing side-to-side under a navy skirt, as she walked down the hallway to the receptionist's desk.
Most guys talked behind her back about Principal Cole being an old fat hag, and Manny, mostly to fit in, chuckled and nodded along. But in his private thoughts he couldn't understand why they said it.
A brunette with shoulder-length black hair that fell in casual curls, Manny guessed she stood about five-foot-five, or certainly shorter than most of her senior students. But she made up for it with piercing eyes that were always noticeably accented with mascara, and strong lipstick decorated the lips which spit out directions that didn't expect to be questioned. And she always wore an excess of jewellery; gold bracelets and necklaces with stones, rings and even extra piercings in her earlobes. She kept her large round breasts and a big round ass in tight confinement while at work, under her business-like skirts and jackets.
She'd be a total knockout in a car-wash type setting, Manny thought. Nothing but a wet white T-shirt holding down those melons, and some tight hotpants to spread an lift those sweet asscheeks. Nice and round, yeah...
Manny shook those sorts of thoughts from his head, and made his way into her office, throwing down his knapsack beside one of the cushioned leather chairs that sat in front of the desk, and then slouching in it himself.
He heard steps coming back up the hallway. "Thanks for coming to see me, Manny." He heard Mrs. Cole close the door and...was that the lock? "Sorry about the wait"
Mrs. Cole stepped out in front of him, and leaned back slightly against her desk. Manny could see his private opinion of her wasn't wrong. Sure there were a few lines on her face, and he guessed she was somewhere over forty, but her body, and her powerful attitude captured the attention of Manny's teenage hormones.
"What I wanted to talk to you about, Manny, was the work you did here, under Mr. Spencer in the computer department. In the week before school?"
"Uh, yeah." Manny was a bit nervous in this environment, and brushed a stray lock of black hair from his eyes. Heck, even when kids got in real trouble, they usually just saw one of the Vice Principals. "Mr. Spencer couldn't really handle all the work himself, so he asked me to help out. I know it's not exactly school code, but with all the budget cutbacks...I'm not going to get written up on this, am I?"
Principal Cole chuckled musically, and leaned back a bit on the edge of her desk, giving Manny a few more inches of stocking-covered leg to look at. "Oh dear, no Manny, no, I'm not angry at all." Manny believed her. In fact, he'd never seen her act this nice to anyone before. Accommodating, almost...ingratiating?
"Also," she continued, "Mr. Spencer says that you worked down on these computers here, specifically in my office, all by yourself? And you took the backup tapes home?" She fixed him with a hard gaze Manny couldn't quite figure, except that it went through him to electrify his spine.
"No! Well, what I mean is," Manny sputtered out in nervous energy, "what I mean is, the tapes had been used to the max that the rules allow. For data integrity reasons.
"But, y'know, they're still kinda good, if you're not doing mission-critical stuff. So instead of throwing them out, Mr. Spencer just let me have them."
"Ah." It was almost a sigh from the Principal. She stepped to the door, very deliberately, putting high-heeled feet one in front of the other. Manny turned his head to watch her bend over and adjust the vertical blinds on the window to the hallway so the view was blacked out. "And I don't suppose even if we went to your house and took them, if they were still there, that they'd be the only copy you'd have by now, would they?"
