Paige was also a tease. Whenever she wore a skirt to class she made sure to give Tim an eyeful of panty. Whenever she caught him looking she made sure...to make eye contact, smile and then slowly close her legs. Paige often thought about Tim when she masturbated. She fantasized about the size of his dick, the mahogany shaft sliding in and out of her pink dripping pussy.Tim was standing at the bar in a Greenwich Village restaurant waiting for his best friends Bubba and Charlayne. They were fixing. "Not so bad in the kitchen, but lousy at trying to barbeque." I bet you're not bad in the bedroom either," I thought silently to myself, giving her the once over as I stood talking to her about chops, realizing as I stood there that my hormones were working overtime, it had after all been a while, but it had also been a while since I'd allowed even the simplest of fantasies to run free like they were now, and I had every intention of allowing them to do so. After all, I was just thinking, I. I was his, he had fucked me into submission. All I cared about at that point was making his cock spew. After 8 to 10 more hard pumps as hard as he could into my pussy, he pulled back, he ripped off his rubber and asked me where I wanted his load on me. Before he could finish the sentence I twirled around and took his cock back into my mouth. He tried to pull it out for a split second but I would have non of it. He accepted my gift and took the back of my head and forced my lips all the way over. On the way home we stoppedand mom picked up enough uniforms that I had plenty of clothes to wear.Two skirts, one sweater, one jacket, four blouses with ties, a pair ofslacks and two dresses. The shoes had to be black, but that includedsneakers, flats or heels, so mom bought a pair of each. The skirts werepleated, black and tan plaid and were just above my knees. The slacks,and dresses were tan, the jacket and sweater black. The ties were plainblack. According to the rules, I could wear anything.