Cindy Gets Lucky, Tuesday

Tuesday, Fifth Period, I Nearly Bomb a Quiz

After acing that test, I was pretty pumped about my prospects in math. My hard work really paid off!

... and that the guy who sits next to me saw my pussy...

"Alright class, I told you that exam yesterday didn't mean a break from the new material, pop quiz!" Everyone groans but I grin. At last night's study session, I got this!

The quiz lands on my desk and I stare at it.

"Fifteen minutes, go!" The teacher says, sitting at his desk and starting in on grading our homework.

Cosine cosecant sine secant... no... shit... root three, root two, one half...

Why can't I...

Oh no, you don't think?

It was all so clear when my head was full of him looking at my...

The teacher is looking at homework. Everyone is looking at their quiz. No one will notice if I hook my thumbs under my skirt and...

Holy fuck, my panties are at my knees, just slip my feet out of my flip flops and... they're on the floor. My panties are on the floor of the math class.

... and the guy next to me definitely noticed. I'm frankly shocked no one else has! He's smirking right at me as soon as I try to steal a glance at him. He eyes my underwear as I casually place my foot down over them, hiding them from view.

He knows I'm not wearing panties! My panties are hidden on the floor under my foot and no one knows except me and that guy. What's his name. Hoodie guy who saw my pussy that time guy.

Sine cosecant cosine secant tangent cotangent. He knows. One plus tangent squared equals secant squared. He knows.

Quiz!

Root three over two. He knows!

Two plus c. He knows!

Sine x over x. He knows!

This is going so well! It's like the idea of him fills up all the extra noise in my head and suddenly there's just the right amount of room for math!

He knows...

His pencil clatters to the floor. "Sorry..." He stands up and comes around his desk, kneeling down to grab his pencil. He calmly tugs my panties out from under my foot, slipping them into his pocket before standing, grabbing his exam, and walking to the front of the classroom.

Oh shit.

He took my panties.

I look at my quiz, and power through the last three problems as he steps to the door. I catch his smirk as he leaves, hand in his pocket.

He knows. He has my panties. Oh my god.

Sine squared over two pi. Root three over two plus c. Cotangent. Done. Easy peasy.

I grab my bag and rush out of the classroom, leaving my perfect quiz on the teacher's desk, too occupied with where he went to even hesitate about abandoning my standard practice of checking and rechecking all my correct answers for as much of the remaining time as possible.

He took my panties!

I have no idea where he went.

... or what his name is...

Tuesday, After School, I Eat Some Yogurt

"You dropped these." The guy who stole my panties appears out of no where as I'm walking home and places them squarely into my hand.

"Um, thanks..." I glance around the empty alley and quickly slip them on. They're a little cold. "Is there something..." I look at my hand. "Yogurt?"

"Uh, ya. Yogurt. Sorry, I, uh, put them in my backpack when I got to my locker and they landed in my yogurt."

I sniff at the thick creamy glob on my palm. "It's certainly not mixed berry..." I dab it with my tongue. "I don't recognize the flavor," I smack my lips, "but I like it!" My eyes light up, "Fuck, this is delicious!" I think very seriously about fishing more out of my panties. I'll have to clean later...

"I'll make sure to get more of it on your panties next time." He smiles.

"Sure thing..." I blush, licking my hand again. It really is good...

For a moment we walk in silence, my thoughts weirdly obsessed with the current flavor of my pussy.

"So, uh, what was up with that?"

"Hmm?" I blink at him.

"The, uh, panties." He glances at my skirt.

"Oh! Right." I purse my lips. Should I tell him? "You promise not to think I'm weird?"

"Impossible. You are weird."

"Shut up!" I glare a grin at him.

"My favorite kind of weird! I promise! I love weird!" He pauses. "I'm on the math team, after all!" He offers.

I just purse my lips and we walk for another minute.

"It helps me concentrate..." It comes out somehow softer than I meant and louder than I can stand.

"Like if all your head was full of the image of the beautiful girl who sits next to you in math accidentally showing you her pussy in class instead of... bees?"

"Oh my god..." I shouldn't have said anything.

"Ya, no, I get that. Like, a lot." He grabs my arm gently and catches my eyes. "It's like your head is full of bees buzzing all different things and suddenly they're all flying in a straight line and everything is just, like, clear. Like a noise you never knew you were hearing all the time every day suddenly stops and it's quiet and there's all this room in your head for thoughts." My eyes are welling up. "I get that."

He does. He gets it. It's real. I'm not weird... or, maybe, I'm just his kind of weird.

His favorite kind. And he gets it.

I beam, suddenly feeling more heard than I've ever felt as we walk along in silence, trying not to let him see me cry.

"That yogurt was, like, insane." I wipe my eyes and sniffle, still beaming uncontrollably and it feels weird but I can't stop smiling for some reason. I swear this has never happened before.

"You, uh, want more?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yes! Tomorrow, I only eat yogurt!" I laugh.

"Off your panties?" He smirks.

"Best way to eat it!" Still unstoppably beaming.

He watches me grin at him for a few steps, looks down the corner, and stops.

"Okay, I can, uh, make more..." He inhales.

"You *made* it!? No wonder it's sooo good!" My voice twists around, begging, "Please make me some! I'll give you something more to fill your head with..."

"Like, really?" He's oddly surprised at my offer. So, I double down.

"If you've got yogurt, I've got tits and ass!" I giggle. "You say shake and I say how fast!" I pause, trying to gauge his reaction before adding "Master!" for hopefully added effect.

"Alright, I guess?"

"Yes! Oh my god, thank you! 'Master!'" I mock saying it again, grinning at the way it curls up his face.

"You are really excited about yogurt." He smiles.

"... and bees..." I smile less.

"Well, Cindy." His voice suddenly firm. "Your first... uh..." I grin as he awkwardly plays into my joke. "My first demand, is, for you to wear your shortest dress tomorrow!"

"Yes, master!" I beam.

"There will be yogurt!" He looks stern and I giggle, "So I guess give me your panties now for when we meet here in the morning!" His stern voice drops and he shrugs. "Uh, is seven fifteen good?"

"A little early." I scrunch up my nose, unhesitatingly slipping my panties back down my legs as we step into another somewhat secluded alley way on our common route home.

"What was that!?" He is struggling to mock rage here and it's so cute!

"That's too early, *master*!" I fix myself, "Maybe seven forty five?" I glance at the panties, my eyes jumping to more yummy yogurt, and I lap it up happily before handing over the slightly damp and sticky underwear.

"Ya, no, that's much better." He nods, then stares at me and grins heavily.

"What?" I smile back. "'Master?'"

"Nothing, it's just, you've got a bit of yogurt on your..." He stuffs the panties in one pocket and pulls a cellphone out of the other, "Can I add you? This would make a super cute contact photo!"

"Ha, of course, master!" I snatch the phone and add myself, snapping a peace sign selfie, being sure to get the very obvious gooey yogurt glob on the corner of my mouth in the shot. I hand it back and stretch my tongue out to lick it up. "Yum!" I grin.

"Well, I'm this way, so, meet here?" He nods, pocketing the phone.

"Seven forty five!" I grin, "In my shortest dress!" I step off, panty-free.

Tuesday, Afternoon, I Want More Yogurt

"C, uraqt" He texted me my selfie, the yogurt blob on my grin. I smile at it, jokingly adding "Master" to my phone. I step in the front door of my empty house and decide to finally indulge an urge I've had since I first tasted that yummy stuff.

The door barely latched, I immediately push my skirt down and it falls to the floor as I step out of it, leaning over. I pull my pussy lips apart and spy one last gob of goo clinging to them. I snatch it up and stare closely at it.

"Thick yogurt..." I murmur, bottomless just inside my front door, squishing the yummy stuff between my fingers. I shrug and plop it in my mouth and immediately shiver.

"Fuck that's so good..." I sigh, leaning right back down and spreading my knees to get a better view. My fingers probe my incredibly wet little lips, but no more luck.

It only occurs to me then that I'm basically standing next to a picture window playing with my pussy, which, shockingly, is not a realization that entirely makes me want to stop...

I press in and three fingers slide easily and I shiver all over again. I bite my lip and drop to the floor, sliding over onto the couch, kneeling and looking over it out the window, my bare bottom half pointing into the empty room, just hidden from view.

"Fuck..." I start immediately pumping my fingers in and out, my hungry little pussy already aching and eager, the wet slaps filling the empty house. A car drives past as I watch them go, trying to catch the driver, but he doesn't even look my way. My hips respond nonetheless, writhing against my hand.

"Fuck yes..." I sigh, grinding into my fingers as they slide in and out of me now. I pull them out, ripping my top over my head, leaving me in just my bra, staring out the window. After an instant's hesitation, the bra comes off too, and now I'm naked, the back of this couch the only thing hiding my horny body from passersby.

"Oh fuck oh fuck yes..." My hips immediately start pumping on my fingers now, and I'm fucking my hand as I stare out the window.

Fuck, those guys are from my school, just walking by, walking home, and I'm not twenty feet from them, naked, my pussy bouncing hungrily on my hand.

God this is incredible! How have I never tried this!?

"Oh fuck yes..." I murmur, picking up the pace as another car passes. I'm already so close!

I know those girls, too! If they knew what I was doing, would they torment me for it? God, it's so fucking good, I'd bet I could convince them to join me, fuuuuck....

My phone buzzes. I'll bet it's 'Master' again. I hope he's making my yogurt, it was so good... Fuck, I'd probably even eat his other 'yogurt' right now, too!

"Fuck so close..." I pound a little faster, I can nearly feel it...

His thick, gooey, creamy...

"Give it to me, master!" I cry out, just imagining the face someone outside would see on me right now!

Savory...

"Mmmmng!" God this is going to be such an intense peak, fuck yes this is awesome!

White...

"Fuck me, yes!" Imagining a thick hard cock in me, about to burst...

Globs...

"YE-!" My voice turns into a gasp as my hips pound down deep and hard against my hand.

On my panties...

"Holy fuck!" I cry out, louder than I meant to, as I realize that it was his cum. "Hooollly fuuuuck" My voice cracks high as my body starts to shiver, grinding hard against my hand, the taste of Master's cum still in my mouth...

"Fuck yes..." I grind, my entire spine shivering in little bursts as I stare, naked, slowly drawing out my orgasm, out the window, barely seeing the people going by as I realize what really happened this afternoon.

"I ate his cum..." I shiver just saying it. "And it was so fucking good..." I push down, squeezing my thighs tight around my hand, and finally roll, breathless, onto my side.

My phone buzzes again. I grope for it and pull it up.

"Starting on some yogurt for you now, babe", "The secret ingredient is selfies, got any?" and "Jk, I'd never give away my secret ingredient! ;)"

Making yogurt, eh? Does that mean he's stroking his dick? He just got home! Jeez. How horny can a person be?

"I found a little leftover glob and you'll never guess where" hmm, I should include a selfie, haha, see if it makes him cum... I look over and hop up, grabbing my clothes from around the floor, realizing I'm being a lot less careful about being totally naked in front of the big picture window than I probably should be.

I toss the clothes on the arm of the couch, laying my head by them. A little finagling and you can see every item is there. I plop my fingers in my mouth, still very wet with my juices, and smile for the camera. A nice head shot, not giving anything away, haha!

Sent. A moment later. "Perfect secret ingredient! Yogurt batch ready."

He came alright. "What, no fresh yogurt? Made in the morning?"

"You have no idea how to make yogurt, do you?"

I smile and leave him on read. I should probably get dressed before Mom gets home, but this was awesome. I need to do this like that again.

Like, all the time.