Chapter 1
Linda was distracted. Staring out the window at nothing, her mind was on her best friend Desiree, who hadn't responded to any of the texts or phone messages she had left for her in the past three days and Linda was getting worried. As she sat there, distracted, her reverie was shattered by the sound of a yardstick smacking her desk, inches from her fingers and she jumped, looking up into the face of Sister Margaret, frowning down at her. She quickly found her place in her history book and went back to work on the assignment she had been working on before thoughts of Desiree had distracted her. Seeing her working again, Sister Margaret moved on down the row of desks and a spate of suppressed giggles was briefly heard from a few of the girls in the class.
After what seemed an unendurably long time, the last bell of the day rang and Linda stood up, collected her books and was on her way out the door and into the hall, when she almost bowled over Sister Catherine.
"Pardon me, Sister Catherine," Linda stammered.
"Quite alright my dear," Sister Catherine responded, "I was looking for you anyways. Won't you please come with me to my office?"
Curious as to why, Linda replied, "Yes, Sister," and followed the short, plump woman down the hallway to the administrative areas where the Sister had her office. Sister Catherine was the counselor of the senior class and Linda liked her. She always had a kind word and a smile on her face and was a good listener if you came to her with a problem. Arriving at her office, Linda followed her inside and took a seat at a gesture from the Sister.
"Linda, you are good friends with Desiree, aren't you," inquired Sister Catherine?
"Yes, Sister, she is probably my best friend. Is she in trouble," Linda asked?
"Not yet dear, but she has missed a lot of school lately and if she doesn't stay caught up, she might not graduate with you and the rest of her class," Sister Catherine stated. After a moment, she continued, "Linda, I asked you here for two reasons. The first is to ask if you know why she has not been in school lately and the second is to ask if you would take some of the work she's missed to her home."
Linda was relieved that Desiree wasn't in trouble and breathed a sigh of relief, then answered Sister Catherine, saying, "I haven't heard from her Sister, so I don't know why she hasn't been here, and I was getting a little worried, so I would be glad to take her work to her."
Smiling, Sister Catherine responded, "Thank you, dear. That would be a great help and hopefully we can put both of our minds at rest about the reasons for her absence," and turning to a folder on her desk, she handed it to Linda, who placed it in her book bag.
Linda was glad to have an excuse to go to Desiree's house so she wouldn't just seem nosy, showing up at her house without an invitation. Thinking back, she realized that she was rarely invited to Desiree's house, but thought little of it. Looking up again after putting the folder away, she asked, "Was there anything else, Sister?"
"No, dear, that's all. Thanks for agreeing to help out and please let me know if you find out the reason for her absence," she replied.
Linda stood, collected her book bag and with a wave to the sister, she left the office and made her way to her locker. She grabbed her purse and her gym clothes and stuffing them into her backpack with the rest of her things, she made her way outside and headed towards the bus stop that would take her to Desiree's house. It would be good to finally find out what was going on and as the bus arrived, she felt relaxed for the first time that day.
Part of the reason she wanted so desperately to talk with Desiree was to discuss her boyfriend, or more precisely, her soon to be ex-boyfriend, Kevin. He was starting to only talk to her when he wanted sex and although she had chosen him to be the one to lose her virginity to, his clumsy groping and lack of stamina left her unsatisfied and frustrated. She had hoped that after the first time, that she might enjoy it more, but she had to admit that Kevin just wasn't very good. She was getting tired of him not trying to satisfy her and not caring for her as anything but a booty call.
She remembered the night of prom when she first decided to give in to Kevin. She had expected so much from him and even though the experience failed to live up to her fantasies, it still made her tingle a bit as she thought of it, seeing him completely naked for the first time and his hungry look as he watched her getting undressed. Even though he wasn't a great lover, he was still a hunk with rippling muscles and beautiful dark eyes and remembering his hard cock made her mouth water. If only he knew how to use it better.
Breaking free from those thoughts, she returned to thinking of Desiree and where she might be. It wasn't like her to not respond to a text or voice message and Linda hoped she would be at home when she showed up with the assignments from school. She missed her friend.
Arriving at the bus stop, she sat down and in a very short time, the bus arrived and she boarded and frowned a bit as she saw it was standing room only and packed with middle aged men in suits. "Oh great," she thought, remembering all the times she had been groped and pinched by guys like these while riding on the bus. Being a student at a Catholic girls school and wearing the traditional skirt, blazer, and knee socks, really sucked sometimes as it seemed that almost every man she'd ever met had a fetish for such things and she couldn't count the number of times that some jerk on the bus took advantage of the close quarters and copped a feel. It was one thing to be desired, but something entirely different to be manhandled by sweaty men on a bus. She wished at that moment that she hadn't chosen to wear her skirt at the minimal acceptable length and hoped that she could find a place where the person seated next to where she was standing wouldn't be tempted to try to look up her skirt. Her options were limited, but she finally found a place to stand near a woman holding a baby in her lap and felt reasonably safe. She stood there, holding the strap tightly in her hand and silently endured the twenty minute ride to the neighborhood where Desiree lived. At the first opportunity, Linda pressed the strip to let the driver know she wanted to get off and as he pulled to the curb, she stepped down from the bus, grateful to be out of the press of people and started walking towards Desiree's house. It was still pretty far away, but the chance to get out of the bus now was just too tempting to pass up.
A light afternoon breeze stirred Linda's hair and as she walked beneath the trees lining the street, she was a bit envious of Desiree for living in such a nice neighborhood, with it's quiet elegance. While her family was by no means destitute, their apartment just didn't compare to the luxury of a private home like the one in which Desiree lived. On her one previous visit, Linda had been impressed with the nice furnishings and by how quiet the house seemed. Unlike her apartment, where the neighbors complained if you turned the stereo up above a whisper, it seemed that at Desiree's house, you could make as much noise as your wanted and the neighbors would be none the wiser. To enjoy that degree of privacy seemed to Linda to be the definition of perfect.
In a short while, Linda saw the entrance to Desiree's house and seeing that the gate was opened, she started up the drive. She noted that there were several cars in the driveway, but that the car that Desiree's mom usually picked her up from school in was not there. Her face fell a bit, but still hopeful, she continued up the walk to the door and rang the doorbell. While she waited, she lazily twirled from side to side, looking down at her feet, lost in her thoughts.
Down in the game room of the house, Sterling and some of his friends were enjoying a game of pool and having a few beers when he heard the doorbell. Turning to his friend, Tom, he hands him the cue in his hand and starts heading up stairs to see who it is. He wasn't expecting anyone, and to be honest, he was a bit miffed at being torn away from his game. As he reached the top of the stairs, he took a moment to glance in the hall mirror and check his appearance. He ran his fingers through his hair, and pushed a stray strand out of his face. Then proceeding to the front door, he opened it and saw a girl standing there dressed in the same type of uniform his step daughter Desiree wore. He took a moment to look at her, seeing her long, raven hair pulled back in a pony tail, cascading over her shoulders, at the swell of her breasts beneath her blazer, the curve of her hips and at her firm, shapely ass shown to such advantage in her pleated skirt. Looking further down, he saw the firm, toned legs of a dancer, clad in her knee socks and finally, to her saddle shoes. He immediately felt a pang of lust and smiles at the fantasies that came to mind as he watched her twirling from side to side.
Linda didn't hear the door open and was still looking down at her feet when she heard a man's voice, deep and rich, say, "May I help you?"
Looking up, she saw a man standing there, and she was startled for a moment. He was wearing a maroon silk shirt, sleeves rolled up half way to the elbow, open at the throat, revealing a bit of hair on his broad chest. Black slacks, pleated at the front, held up with a narrow leather belt, adorned his powerful looking legs and on his feet he wore leather half boots. His hair had a slightly tousled appearance, but was not by any stretch of the imagination messy and his face was very handsome in a rakish sort of way. What startled her was the look in his eyes, like a ravenous predator looking at his prey. He seemed to be looking right through her, as if she was naked under his gaze and she blushed furiously. Seeing her reaction, Sterling resisted the urge to chuckle, instead only smirking a bit.