The sun was in my face, pestering me to get up, but thatwas asking a lot right now.I thought about what I had just been through. I remember Katie lead...ngme inside what appeared to be the basement of her house after weparked our cars around the back. It was dark outside, but her houseappeared to be much larger than I expected for a secretary's salary.The only lights that were on inside were ultraviolet, and even theywere turned down low. She led me straight to this bedroom and startedundressing. On Thursday, the now expected text arrived.‘Send me a cock pic, I’ll send you a pussy pic’‘It’ll have to be later, haven’t got one here.’‘Go to the loo and take one now.’He did, feeling a slight blush as he came out of the cubicle with an erection only slightly softening, and seeing a co-worker at the urinal.He sent it. Nothing came back for five minutes. He began to feel disappointed, maybe tricked.His phone chirped. He opened the text and the picture. It was a picture taken up-skirt, with the. It always took us longer to get dressed than to get undressed. For obvious reasons of course. Then we both headed out the door and went out to eat. We went to a steakhouse. Not too expensive, but still classy though. Growing up we both had a lot of steak. I guess our parents just loved it, so that passed on to us. We went in and sat down. We ordered and were in public on a date for the first time. We had gone to fast food places or just shopping before together, but not for a meal like that.. I pulled out my phone and texted Emma, asking if she had afternoon classes. She messaged back right away and told me she was free. I looked up and found her with the quietly hopeful look on her face that I knew would be there. “Go get me excused for the afternoon. Then meet me in the cafeteria. I have to talk to Tricia. We have plans for after school.” My voice was hard, edged with cold rage. “And I want to know which of you had the genius fucking idea to do this to me instead of taking her to.