The annoying thing about loose change is that you're never quite sure how much of it you have on you. You think you have five or six dollars in your pocket but when you go to get it you only find three or four. You never think anything of it. You just assume that you spent that missing couple of dollars or lost it or never had it in the first place. It's only a couple of dollars, after all.
The reason I mention this is because I found out why I was losing that couple of dollars. I'm in my final year at school and it was getting near the end of the year. I'm in the football team, but in a few months I'll be gone and the coach was going to need someone to replace me. Accordingly he was giving me the odd game off while he tried out a few new people.
We were currently playing a friendly against a school who were also trying out newbies and just after half time we had managed to get ourselves into a nice losing position. Accordingly, Coach decided that any change had to be for the better and pulled me, letting one of the better wannabes play. I asked Coach if he wanted me to stick around and watch the debacle unfold but he just gave me a nasty look and told me I might as well go home.
That was fine by me. I could hit the showers and be sure of a decent hot water supply and then either watch the game from the stands or go home. Probably home, as who want to sit around and watch their side get beat in a friendly? A serious game I'd stay and lend moral support, but this shambles? No thanks.
I ambled back to the change-room and had my shower. Just a quick one and then I was drying myself off. I was still standing in the shower cubicle drying myself when I heard someone else come into the change-room. Another bunny who'd got a lucky break, I surmised.
Dry, I slung my towel over my shoulder and strolled over to where my locker was. For a second I thought I'd pulled a classic boner and entered the wrong change-room, because there was a very pretty cheer-leader standing there looking at me with considerable shock on her face.
I was about to apologise when several little facts came together. First, I recognized the cheer-leader as Danae, another final year student. Danae was what you would call typical cheer-leader material, blonde, blue-eyed, stacked, athletic, and eager for the spot-light. She was also my age, having recently turned eighteen.
The second thing I noticed was that as well as embarrassed, she looked a little guilty.
The third item, and probably the most important, was the fact that the jeans she was holding were mine and she had her hand in the pocket. How do you know if a particular pair of jeans are yours? When they're a present from your mother and dark green in colour you tend to recognize them.
"Hold it, Danae," I snapped as she dropped the jeans on the floor and turned to bolt. Hearing her name she just froze, face bright red, and I don't think it was my nudity that was shocking her, although that probably contributed.
"My, my," I said softly. "I do believe I've caught a sneak thief. Having much luck? Before I caught you, that is."
"Ah, look, this isn't how it seems," she mumbled, not looking directly at me.
"Really? Then suppose you tell me how it is, and may I suggest that you look at me when you speak. Not looking at the person you're talking to is a sign of lying, you know."
She ummed and ahhed for a few moments, still not looking at me.
"Look, can you at least wrap the towel around yourself?" she asked, and I shrugged and did so.
"If you insist. Nudity doesn't worry me. You were going to explain just what having you hand in my pocket really meant."
"Oh. They're yours?" she muttered.
"That's what I said. Having to think up another explanation? Sorry about that."
"Um, I wasn't stealing. Not really."
"Open your hand," I said, indicating her closed fist, giving her what I intended to be an evil grin when she did so, revealing a handful of change. From the look on her face I had the evil grin down pat.
"So," I said, reaching out and tipping the change into my own hand, "you were going to explain." I dropped the loose change onto my jeans.
"Yes, um, I wasn't really taking anything. Just a bit of small change. Not even all the small change you had. Just a couple of coins."
"Seeing that there were more than a couple of small coins in your hand dare I suggest that I wasn't your first victim?"
She bit her lip and looked elsewhere.
"Ah, me. Decisions, decisions. Now what am I supposed to do with you."
"Let me go. It won't happen again, I swear."
"I'd like to. Really I would. But if I did that you wouldn't learn anything. Actions have consequences and you need to suffer the consequences or you'll think you can get away with anything. What say I just report this little matter to the Coach or, possibly, your cheer-leader instructor, and let them handle it?"
"You can't do that!" she exclaimed, horrified.
"Why not? Because you'd get into trouble? Charged, perhaps? Suspended? Expelled? Or maybe given to Mr Ogilvie for corporal punishment? I hear he gives a mean spanking for the naughtiest students. Maybe you'd qualify."
Danae went quite pale at that, giving me a beseeching look.
I gave her a wicked smile, as opposed to the evil grin I'd given earlier, and glanced down at my groin. Her eyes natural looked where I was looking and then she was blushing again at the very obvious tent in the towel covering me.
"You wouldn't," she said.
I let the towel drop and it was very plain what I was prepared to do. I sat down on the bench that ran between the stands of lockers. A very useful bench that, but never more so than now.
"Quite right, if you mean I won't make you. If, on the other hand, you were to remove your panties and use your body to distract me, I'm quite sure I'd totally forget why you were in here in the first place, putting it down to your desire to get me alone."
Now Danae was giving me the evil eye.
"You're saying that I either fuck you or you report me. That's blackmail."
"No. What I'm saying is that I intend to report you. If, however, something distracts me I would probably forget to do it, having a very short attention span.
Another way to look at is that I'm damned if I'm going to let you get off scot free. You screwed up so you can damn well take the consequences. Now take off your panties."
"I don't have to. I can just let you report me and tell them that I made an honest mistake and walked into the wrong change-room."
"And everyone who ever lost a dollar from that point on would be looking at you and wondering."
I reached out and lifted the hem of her skirt.
"Here. Hold this. I'll pull the damn things down seeing you're being wimpy about it."
Her hands closed automatically onto her skirt and I reached for her panties and lowered them. Both pair. Standard modesty panties for a cheerleader and a lacy scrap of a thong under them. Apparently Danae liked sexy undies. I took the panties right down to her ankles, holding them there until she stepped out of them.
When I looked back up at her she was still standing there with her mound exposed, showing me everything, blushing fiercely. Again I reached out, this time my hands closing around her bottom and gently pulling her towards me. I didn't try to force her. Just moved her closer.
"If you stay like that too long the game will finish and you'll have the whole team in here," I observed.
That got me another lethal look but she also bit her lip and moved even closer to me. She was now straddling my legs and all she had to do was settle into position.
"Fuck you," she said, glaring at me, but she also sat on my lap, legs to either side of me.
Nice bench, the one I was sitting on. With no back to it Danae could effectively wrap her legs around me, and nice long legs they were. Hands on my shoulders she lifted herself slightly, and I eased my erection between her legs, feeling her nestle down until her lips were brushing against me. I didn't say a word. Any wrong move on my part and she could easily bolt.
She stayed like that for a couple of seconds, a very long couple of seconds, then she gave this little wriggle and I could feel her sinking onto my cock. The anticipation and actuality of losing her panties and hopping on board had got her reasonably aroused. She was hot and damp, and getting wetter as she slowly sank into position. She was also tight, her passage yielding slowly, clinging tightly to me as I moved up into her.
Now that she was committed I pulled her top loose from her skirt, my hands sliding up under it, pushing her bra up and out of the way. She finished settling onto me just as my hands closed over her breasts.
I rubbed her breasts firmly, teasing them, teasing her nipples, while at the same time I started moving within her. Just a gentle movement to start with, but I could sense that things would be speeding up soon.
