'Mmmmmm, that was good!'
'You're not even going to take it out?' Cammy asked, staring at the dildo that hung from her friend's pussy.
'No. I think I'll just leave it in there for a while. My pussy sure seems to like the way it feels!'
'Fucked forever,' Cammy laughed. Ralph laughed too. Janet stared at them for a moment and then the three of them were cracking up together. Cammy was the first one to stop.
'Hey, I just remembered something. Mr. Anderson owes me twenty bucks.'
'What for?' Janet asked.
'Maybe I'll tell you someday,' Cammy said, turning herself around so she could get her mouth around Ralph's cock. 'Someday.'
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning Cammy was exhausted. She hadn't gotten home until seven and had to lie to her folks about having some extra tutoring on her math. They both knew that Janet was alone at home, and Cammy could see they were suspicious.
'Don't you trust your own daughter?' she asked, making a big show of being indignant. 'And I've told you I'm doing better at school. Give me a break.'
That had ended it for the moment, but Cammy knew she'd have to watch her step. Janet was planning another night of frivolities, and Cammy didn't want to miss any of it. But she didn't want to get in trouble with her folks either.
Cammy had made up her mind to ask Bob Anderson for the twenty bucks he'd promised her when she got to his class, but was surprised to find a substitute teacher filling in. She could hardly sit still through the period, and when the bell rang, she ran to her locker, stowed her books, and left the school grounds.
'Maybe he lost his nerve,' she mumbled to herself as she walked towards Mr. Anderson's apartment building. Surely he didn't think she would say anything about what they'd done together. Cammy had slipped and mentioned the twenty bucks Bob owed her, but Janet wouldn't know what it was for unless she was a damned good guesser. Cammy frowned when she remembered that Janet hadn't shown up for school that day. She began to run along the sidewalk.
By the time she got to her teacher's apartment building, she was beginning to think the worst. Instead of waiting for the elevator she trotted up the stairs and sprinted down the hall. She was about to ring the bell but hesitated, when she remembered Bob had given her a key in case she got there before he did some afternoon. She dug in a pocket of her jeans and pulled, it out.
Once inside the apartment, Cammy shut the door quietly behind her and tiptoed toward the bedroom. The door was only partly closed, so she could hear Bob when he spoke. Someone was in there with him, someone whose voice she recognized. Cammy eased herself along the wall and peeked into the room.
Janet was on top of Bob Anderson, her cunt to his mouth, her lips tight around his cock. Her brown hair flew out as she bobbed her head, rapidly up and down. Spit leaked from the corners of her mouth. Bob moved his hips around on the bed while Janet sucked his cock, then drove his tongue up into her feverish pussy. Cammy could smell the musky scent of sex. Her pussy began to swell against the sheer silk of her panty crotch. But she was mad too. Mad at her best friend for moving into a situation where she hadn't been invited.
Cammy was about to say something to make her presence known when Bob's movements became more frenzied and Janet's sucking a little sloppier. They were both squirming around like crazy, and Bob Anderson had clutched Janet's plump bottom so hard that his fingers went deep into her smooth, white ass-flesh.
'Ohhh!' Janet cried, her back arching, then humping up again as she rubbed her swollen, slick pussy against her teacher's hungry mouth. He thrust up from the bed, jamming his cock into Janet's throat. She cried out again and white cum began to drip from her nostrils as she tried to swallow the thick cum Bob was spurting into her mouth.
'Ohhh, you sweet little cunt!' Bob moaned, licking and sucking at Janet's plump pussy. He was coming hard, his balls bouncing as he thrust, his big cock pulsing as it pumped more hot cum into Janet's mouth.
'Ghhuuuhhh!' she babbled, her tongue working around the edges of his cock-head, scooping up all she could get.
Cammy turned away from the bedroom and quietly let herself put of the apartment. She was too upset to worry about the twenty bucks Bob had promised her. She just wanted to get out of there.
She couldn't bear to go home and have to answer the usual questions from her parents. Besides being angry, she was horny, and the farther she walked towards town, the hornier she became. She wandered into a store and browsed, hoping to get her mind off of Janet and Bob Anderson. But everything reminded her of their sucking and fucking. The silky underthings hanging on a rack brought to mind just how damp her own panties were. The cover of a romance novel made her worry that Janet was sexier than she was. She sure had bigger tits. What if her pussy was hotter or softer or wetter?
'I must be flipping out!' Cammy muttered, heading down the sidewalk again. She looked in the windows of a few more shops then stopped at a shoe store to see if she could find something she liked. It nearly knocked her over when she saw Blake near the back of the store, kneeling before a customer.
Cammy almost laughed. Instead of the big stud, he looked more like someone who would do whatever he had to do to sell a pair of shoes. Cammy watched him from behind a rack of socks as he put on the charm. But the customer decided she didn't like the color of what he had to show her. When she'd thanked him and left, Cammy came up behind him.
'I'd like to see a pair of jogging shoes. The pink ones you have in the window.'
'Cammy! Hey, you look good. I was just thinking of you.'
Cammy kept a straight face. 'Just show me the shoes please.'
Looking worried, Blake left to fetch her what she wanted. He came back with an armload of boxes. Cammy let him slip her shoe off. He touched her foot with gentle affection.
'If my boss wasn't around,' he said, 'I'd suck your toes!'
'No, you wouldn't. I'd kick you off your stool.'
'What's your problem? You came to see me, didn't you? Aren't you just dying for me to eat your pussy?'
'Of course not. You're not the only one who likes to eat my pussy.'
Blake slipped a shoe onto Cammy's slender white foot and began to lace it.
'I've been thinking about you a lot, Cammy. You're about the finest piece of ass I've ever had in my life.'
'Yeah, all you care about is fucking me, right?'
'Of course not,' Blake said, 'you're lots of fun. Why don't you stand up and walk around?'
Cammy stood in front of the mirror and watched Blake watching her from behind. His eyes were giving him away. He was undressing her in his mind, thinking of sticking his cock into her pussy again, that's how it seemed to Cammy, anyhow.
'I don't think I like these. Do you have anything smaller?'
'Just a second,' Blake said, heading for the back room. After a moment, he returned. 'Looks like the boss stepped out for a while. Why don't you come into the storeroom and see if you can find something you like.'
'It says 'employees only'.'
'Don't sweat it.' Blake took Cammy's hand and led her through the doorway and back into an aisle piled high with shoe boxes.
'All I see is boxes. How can I pick out anything?'
'Let's try back here.' Blake led her deeper into the storeroom. Cammy smelled leather and shoe polish. They entered an aisle where a light bulb had gone out. In the semi-darkness Blake pushed her against the wall. 'Christ, you smell like you need some action.'
'Get your hands out from under my skirt, Blake.'
'There, doesn't that feel better?'
