The sign on the notice board stated:-
"EXAMINATION RESULTS WILL NOT BE AVAILABLE UNTIL 12.00 NOON"
I swore under my breath. Turning up early in the hope the exam results would be available early had seemed like a good idea, but now I had nearly three hours to wait. Three hours I could have spent catching up on some sleep. It was the last day of school, and nobody ever did any work on the last day, so it had been a waste of time getting out of bed.
"Hello Jason. You came early too huh?" I recognised the voice instantly, so there was really no need to look at the speaker, but nonetheless I turned and smiled into the grinning face.
"Oh, hi Mitz. Yeah I figured if the results were ready I could have the day to myself, but I guess not."
Mitzi assumed a sympathetic expression and nodded. "Isn't it always the way? What are you going to do then?"
"I dunno, I guess I'll just hang around."
A gleam came into her eye and she arched one eyebrow. "We can go check out the warehouse if you like."
"Why that dump?"
The old run down building a few blocks from the school had been long since boarded up, and was the subject of an ongoing legal dispute between the local authorities and the owners. I'd never had reason to go there, but I knew the area at the rear was a popular after dark 'make out' spot for teenagers and others who didn't want their clandestine activities known. Even more frequently it was used as a place of business by street girls. The cops ignored what went on there on the vague excuse that it was private land, and what happened on private property was none of their business. Provided they weren't observed by 'upright citizens', what did it matter? It saved paperwork, and besides, harassing the working girls cut their chances of a freebie head job in the patrol car.
Mitzi shrugged. "I've never been there and I was wondering what it was like."
"Fair enough, but why me?"
"Because I like you and I know I can trust you. You always showed me respect, and never tried anything, even when you took me home after a date you never tried to touch me. Sometimes I hoped you would, but I still liked it that you didn't."
I didn't bother to remind her that the 'dates' she mentioned were always double dates, and usually to public places like bowling alleys. As for respect, a part of that was fear. Several times I had seen her humiliate guys who thought they were God's gift to women, and I wasn't prepared to take that chance. Besides, the only time we were alone was when we helped each other with our studies, since we shared an interest in medicine. The most important factor that convinced me to keep my hands to myself though, was simply that I liked being with her, and felt a little lost when she wasn't around, and anything that might threaten that was a definite no-no.
I looked her up and down as I led the way to my old station wagon, and did the 'gentlemanly' thing by holding the door for her, before moving around and slipping into the driver's seat. As I turned out of the school gates and headed for the warehouse, she slouched back with her raised knees pressed against the dashboard. My eyes travelled appreciatively along her slender brown legs to where they disappeared into the tiniest shorts anyone could possibly wear without being arrested. I returned my attention to the road just in time to avoid crashing, and concentrated on my driving until we reached the warehouse.
Turning off the road I drove to the rear of the building and parked, pleased to find that the place was deserted, not that it would do me any good. I switched off the engine and turned to look at her, just as she slid across and kissed me, hard and intensely. And lingeringly. When we finally broke apart I had another surprise. Sometime during the kiss she had contrived to unfasten her shirt, and I was staring at two of the most perfect milk chocolate brown tits a man could dream of, tipped by hard nipples like dark chocolate buttons.
"Do you like them?" There seemed to be a hint of uncertainty in her question.
My mouth felt like it was filled with sawdust, and it took me several attempts before I could gasp out "Oh god yes. They are perfect. You are perfect."
Her face lit up. "That's good. I hoped you would." After a brief pause she smiled again. "You can touch them if you want. I'd like that." She kissed me again as I cupped the firm soft globes, and made tiny mewing noises in her throat as my caresses grew more urgent. When we separated again she glanced behind her. "I think we would be more comfortable back there. Does the seat fold down?"
Before I could reply she squeezed between the front seats, and scrambled over the back of the rear seat. I struggled with the release lever, and by the time I had laid the seat flat she had wriggled out of her shorts and panties and lay back, open and vulnerable. For several heart stopping moments I stared in awe at her superb slit. The pouting lips were a shade darker than the skin of her thighs, and were slightly parted to reveal a hint of the startlingly pink inner folds.
She looked pointedly at the bulge in my pants. "Let me look at him," she whispered. My hands shook as I pushed my pants and jocks down to my knees, and she took my cock between her flat palms as though she were praying, and rubbed the tip across her nipples. "He's beautiful," she sighed. I looked down. Beautiful was hardly the word I would have used. It looked like a sickly pale slug against the healthy brown of her breasts. She guided my hand lower. "Touch her now."
I stretched out beside her, and she maintained a loose grip on my tool as I took turns kissing her soft full lips, and sucking her tits as I gently stroked her moist pussy. The suddenness of her orgasm took me by surprise, and her whole body vibrated like a bowstring as her cum filled my palm. She lay quietly for a short time, breathing deeply as I continued to suck her nipples, then her fingers tightened around my rod. "She wants to feel him inside her."
The innocently quaint way she said 'him' and 'her' had a strange sort of charm that appealed to me. It seemed to imply that in some sweet way she regarded my cock and her pussy as having distinct personalities of their own. I looked down to watch my cock push its way between the dark lips then I kissed her, wanting more of her sweet mouth, more of her firm breasts as I began to move slowly in and out of her slippery warmth. Just as slowly she began to move her hips in time with my thrusts mewing in her throat as she returned my kisses. To say I fucked her would belittle what happened between us. To me it wasn't just a fuck, it was an act of purest joyful sharing. Of completion. When she began to cum again it seemed to wash over her gently, the only indications being her deeper breathing and her quicker thrusts. Her pussy tightened around my shaft, and it seemed as though she was using every inner muscle she had to milk my cock of every last drop.
When I withdrew she kept holding me until her breathing returned to normal, and then she kissed me again. "I've wanted to do that for the longest time," she sighed contentedly, "but I didn't want to spoil our friendship. I thought I'd lost my chance, so when I saw you this morning I knew if I didn't do it today I might never find the courage again."
I laughed softly and explained that I had never tried to touch her for exactly the same reason. We were still giggling about it as we dressed, and just as we were about to leave another car turned up. We ducked down to avoid being seen, or even worse, recognised, and moments later we saw how the warehouse had gained its reputation. A rather plump bottle blonde wearing a tight leather skirt opened the passenger door and walked to the rear of the car followed by the middle aged driver. When he handed her what appeared to be some folded notes she hitched up her skirt and leaned forward, bracing herself against the car as he grasped her ample hips and jammed his cock into her. The whole episode took no more than five or ten minutes, and then they were back in the car and driving away.
I waited until they were out of sight, then started the car. As I turned in the direction of the school, Mitzi leaned across and took my hand. "I could never be like that," she said in hushed tones. "How could she sell herself like that? I mean out I the open where anyone can see."
I shrugged and squeezed her fingers. "I try not to judge. People have to do what they must to get by. If that's the only talent she has you can't really blame her for using it."
She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed it. "That's what I like about you, Jason. You always look for the best in people."
There was still over an hour and a half to go before the results would be available, so we stopped at a coffee shop near the school, where we sat in a booth, holding hands across the table and talking quietly about everything but what had happened at the warehouse. We had two cups of coffee each, then I looked at my watch. "They should be handing out the results about now."
it was only a short distance to school, so we left the car and walked, then joined the line waiting outside the school office. Eventually we received our results, and I tore open my envelope anxiously. My jaw dropped in disbelief as I ran my eyes down the page. A-plus ... A-plus ... A-plus ... and so on down the list. Marks varied from subject to subject but they still added up to A-pluses, and hopefully should win me a place in any medical school I chose.
"Well?.." Mitzi broke in on my thoughts, and I handed her the paper wordlessly. She glanced at the page and nodded. "Pretty much as I expected." I was a little disappointed that she took it so calmly, when inside I felt as if rockets had exploded in my head.
I looked at her unopened envelope. "Aren't you going to check yours?"
She opened the flap and held it out to me. "You look. I'm a bit scared of what it says."
My huge grin as I looked at her results told her everything she needed to know, and a tear of relief ran down her cheek. After she gave me some extremely pleasurable but chaste kisses, and some not so chaste hugs that set my cock stirring, I suggested a celebratory drink.
Her face fell. "I'd love to Jason, but I promised Mom I would go shopping with her." She glanced at her watch. "In fact she should be here to pick me up any minute now."
The 'any minute now' stretched to almost twenty minutes of kiss filled heaven, until the sound of a car horn forced us to separate. With a final lingering smooch Mitzi ran to a small Toyota at the gates, and with a sigh I walked back to where I had left my car. Arriving home, I paid no attention the truck parked outside our house. It belonged to Steve Fitzgibbon, a landscape gardener who lived three houses down, and like in most streets where there were more cars than houses, he had simply parked where he could find a space.
