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Carol has known Stevie since their first day of kindergarten. She knew her favourite colour, favourite snack, was there when she got her period for the first time, was next door when she had her first kiss. She even pushed a girl down the stairs so Stevie would become the cheerleading captain. But now, for the first time in their year-long friendship, Stevie had a secret and Carol didn't like that.
It started when Stevie would cancel their movie nights again and again, one lame excuse after another. Then she left earlier after school, saying her parents wanted her home early. Bullshit, Carol thought, since when did your parents give a shit about you?
One time she tried to squeeze it out of her and cornered her in the hallway before english class
"Who are you fucking? Is it Tommy?"
But Stevie didn't cave, she just laughed at her. "Your ex? Please, I would rather hold your sweaty hand again while you scare yourself shitless watching Poltergeist."
"Fuck you."
Stevie usually wasn't afraid of a little tmi gossip, a little mean chat about her last date and how he couldn't even find her hole with his finger.
So Carol decided to explore other options. After school and after Stevie has ditched her again, telling her her mom wants to go shopping for a wedding or some made up bullshit, Carol decided to follow her.
She was still wearing her white and green cheerleading uniform so she was pretty easy to spot in the crowd in front of the school parking lot. She went straight to her car and Carol sighed. The adventure would be over quickly, Carol doesn't have a car, her best friend always picks her up.
But just as she reaches the hood of her car Stevie takes a sharp turn. Her tiny feet are now walking faster, right to the football field. Carol follows, dressed in all black and huge sunglasses that she borrowed from Stevie last year. She feels like a secret agent, like the wife that's about to find her cheating husband. But then Stevie walks into the broom closet next to the shower entrance and Carol has to pull bck quickly because only a second later Stevie runs out of the small storage room, her face red and full of anger. Was she looking for something and didn't find it? Or someone?
Carol has no time to think logically, Stevie has picked up her pace, practically running across the football field, her little skirt bouncing up and down in a fast rhythm. That's when Carol notices that Stevie isn't wearing any underwear. One cheek after the other bounces to the rhythm of her jumping skirt.
"Slut. But whose slut are you?"
As Stevie reaches the bleachers she comes to a sudden stop. She's talking to someone but Carol can't see, something is in the way, so she steps closer, carefully squatting down on the first bench. Now she can see the person she's talking to. It's old Munson. How lame. Stevie is gesturing wild with her hands while grandpa over there is just looking at her. What a creep. Why is she even talking to him? Is she meeting her new boytoy here and Munson is standing in her way?
Munson, first name Wayne, and what an old pervert name that is, is just standing there, a tool belt around his waist and a screwdriver in his hand, and he just stares while Stevie is not shutting up. Carol wishes she would at least talk loud enough for her to hear.
Then something really, really fucking strange happens. Wayne lets his screwdriver fall to the ground and pulls Stevie in and..he fucking kisses her! Ew! What the fuck ist that old pervert doing to her best friend?
Carol wants to get up and scream and beat the shit out of him but- what the fuck, is she kissing him back?
"Oh. My. God." She whispers carefully and watches as Wayne's arms pull at her waist and Stevie melts into it.
She feels like a creep, both shocked and fascinated at the same time watching her best friend get molested by a guy that could be her fucking father. But she can't lock away. The way he's touching her is soft and gentle. The boys Carol made out with were always grabbing her hard, digging their nails into her delicate skin.
Wayne is the opposite. While they both moan into each other's mouths, Wayne's hand delicately moves over the exposed skin on Stevie's thigh and after he reaches underneath her skirt his movements stop. Their lips part and Wayne whispers something into her ears to which Stevie replies with a nod.
She looks fucked out already, her cheeks the color of crimson and her whole body seems to have lost the ability to stand straight. Wayne is practically holding her upright with his arms. Carol doesn't understand. Is he rich? He wouldn't work as a janitor at a High School if he was rich and Carol knew he lived at the trailer park. Maybe he is blackmailing her? Paying her? Carol doesn't want to think about the other possible answer, one that is just simply impossible and can't be true: Wayne Munson is a good fuck.
After resting her eyes for a minute she looks back at the two and now she needs to wash her eyes with acid. They'restill kissing in a very disgusting and horny way and Wayne Munson is fucking fingering Stevie Harrington under her skirt.
He's thrusting his dirty fingers in and out of her delicate and seemingly wet pussy while she acts like his fingers are a magic weapon that will bring world peace. Jesus, how can someone be so into getting fingered?
Carol almost stumbles from her stalking position as Stevie moans loudly into Wayne's neck. Her eyes go big and her pussy clenches when she sees Stevie's legs shake. Wayne holds her through her orgasm and when he pulls out his fingers they're dripping wet. Even from where Carol is hiding she can see his fingers. They're soaking wet, so wet it's dripping down on his hand. But Wayne doesn't seem to care. As soon as Stevie is on her own feet again he takes those finger and brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean.
"Ew. What the heck.." Carol whispers knowing she doesn't really mean it. The wet patch in her underwear says the opposite.
And when Carol thinks she's seen enough Stevie gets on her knees and pulls Wayne closer by his belt hoops. How can she return the favor and suck a small, old wirkly co- shit, Carol thinks. Wayne's cock is not wrinkly and it's definitely not small.
"Who knew the trailer park trash was packing?"
She watches as Stevie gags on it several times, but she's not stopping for air. Somehow it even looks like she's getting deeper and deeper with every thrust of her slutty mouth. Carol heard the rumors about her. That if the guy was really nice and realy fucking lucky she would blow them or give them a boob job. And every time the guys claimed it was the best blowjob of their prepubescent life. So it was no wonder Wayne shot his load after only a minute of Stevie working her mouth and throat on it. She wouldn't even let him pull out of her mouth. Stevie swallowed every fucking drop out of old Wayne Munsons fast ass cock. And then she had the nerve to get up and kiss him on his chapped filthy lips.
God, Carol hated that this made her wet. That fucking bitch.