Lana's Slutty Senior Year Ch. 04

Lana did as she was told, of course.

From the bottom of her dresser she found and pulled out a tiny, barely-qualified-as-clothing micro skirt and paired it with a babydoll top, exposing her tummy, before heading to school. She sent out a quick thank you prayer to the fact that her parents were, as usual, nowhere to be seen, and probably wouldn't be back home for a long time.

She felt a cool breeze on her bottom of her ass as she strolled into the main hallway, commanding the attention of everyone around her. But she could only think of one - no, two things. She scanned the area for Jake or Damien, but neither were around. Disappointed, she shrugged and headed over to class.

On the way, a girl stopped her. She was short, with piercing green eyes and burnt black hair from years of chronic straightening. "Hey, Lana, right?"

"Yes," Lana answered, trying to figure out where she recognized her from. "Uh, you're on the cheer team, right?"

"I'm Alyssa," the girl nodded without a hint of pleasure in her eyes. "I'm the vice captain of the varsity cheer team."

Lana's thoughts immediately went to Sabrina and a pang of guilt flashed through her. She had touched herself to the idea of Jake's cock just the night before, and now she was face to face with a girl she knew to be Sabrina's best friend.

"Right," Lana continued cautiously.

"I just wanted to let you know that we're keeping an eye on you," she said, her cold, unrelenting eyes giving away nothing. Whether this was a threat or not was totally uncertain.

"Uh..." Lana couldn't come up with a response.

Alyssa clasped her hand to Lana's bicep. "Coach Sharon says you're one to look out for. And Sabrina did too."

"Sabrina said that?"

"Oh yeah," a sly smile spread across the girl's face. "She's watching out for you forsure."

Lana realized it was far too late. Not only had she failed to not stand out, but this was an official sign that she had antagonized the cheerleaders already. Four entire days into the school year. She heaved a great sigh and headed to class.

The day zoomed by with passing glances and lustful gazes, but mostly uneventfully. Third period rolled around, right before lunch, and she received a text from Damien.

"Meet me in the parking lot?" It read.

Lana did as she was told, of course.

When the bell rang, Lana sauntered over to the parking lot, where Damien was waiting besides his car, as he usually was. She bounded towards the tattooed man. He smiled as he noticed her.

"Oh, you look good," Damien crooned, almost a growl. Lana crossed her legs, feeling shamefully excited. "Ready to go?"

"Yes!"

The two swung themselves into the car and took off. Lana's skirt was so short, she sat and felt her bare ass touch the warm leather of Damien's passenger seat. She looked over at him. As usual, cool, composed, with his thick, strong forearms.

They arrived at a little cafe not too far from the town's modest downtown area and were seated in a booth. Lana and Damien ordered their food, then turned to each other.

"Why don't you come sit on this side?" Damien asked, patting the seat besides him in the booth. "You know, it's popular for couples to sit this way nowadays."

"I didn't know you were one for trends," Lana taunted, but she rose to move immediately. She wasn't going to give up the chance to be closer to Damien. She slid in next to him, feeling the cool plastic seats of the booth brush up against her bare ass. Then, she hoisted herself over his lap to sit on the inner side, purposefully pausing just a bit to grind her naked ass against the gentle bulge of his pants before plopping back on over to the booth on his right side. She smiled, satisfied with herself.

"Comfy?" Damien smirked, leaning in. His hot breath was hot fire against her skin.

"Very."

"So, Lana," he turned to her, resting his elbow on the table. "I want to know everything about you."

"You know plenty about me," Lana teased. "We talked all last night about it."

"Oh, of course, we got the important stuff out of the way first," Damien nodded. "Your favorite bands, your favorite concerts, and who we're gonna see next. Now I'm looking for the more... superfluous stuff."

"And what did you have in mind?" Lana leaned towards him.

"Well, for one..." Lana jolted as Damien placed his hand on her thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her skirt. "I'd like to see how this feels."

"This...?" Lana questioned him, but she knew exactly what he meant. Just Damien's touch was dizzying. Her pussy twinged with desire from his hand so close to her pussy, and she felt the dampness appear between her legs again. His hand was rough and calloused from the many years of playing guitar, which excited her more.

"You know," Damien continued, totally cool as his hand slowly slid up towards her skirt. "All this."

Lana breathed in sharply as Damien's fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt, slowly. She looked around cautiously. There were just a few other patrons in the cafe, and most seating was booth seating, which made it difficult for most to see Damien's bold maneuvers. Waiters were walking around, though, and she was praying that the sun's glare was enough to block outside passersby from seeing them.

"You feel just like how I've been imagining you to," he murmured, bringing his hand up to the fold between her thigh and her hip. From there, he slowly trailed his hands towards her panties, touching her hairless pussy just lightly enough for her to squirm from excitement. He worked his fingers onto the crotch of her panties, feeling the humidity and moistness down there. "Soft and wet. Open up for me."

Lana did as she was told, of course.

She spread her legs gently and slowly, looking around for other people that might see the crude act. All of the baristas and waiters were busy elsewhere, and other customers were engrossed at their own tables. What am I doing? Lana thought to herself, feeling the gushing from her pussy. Why is this so hot? I don't want to get caught here like this!

At this point, her panties were uncomfortably soaked wet. Damien gave a smug smirk as he reached under the fabric, finally touching and feeling the slick pussy juices underneath.

"You're dirty," he said as he tormented her, rubbing his finger gently against her clit. Lana wanted to burst from the anticipation. "I knew from the moment I saw you that you were a well behaved girl for daddy."

"Daddy..." Lana repeated after him, unsure if she was questioning or addressing him. Regardless, Damien smiled wider and leaned in.

"Say it again."

"Daddy..."

"You're being touched by someone you barely know in public," Damien whispered to her as he worked his way down her pussy, teasing her slutty hole with his rough, textured fingers. This sent a chill down Lana's spine. "And you're soaking wet. Do you like being played with in public?"

"Yes..." Lana whimpered, unable to keep a straight face. Waiters had started making their way closer to their booth. "Damien..."

"Call me daddy."

"Daddy..." Lana gasped in pleasure as he plunged his fingers into her, curling them and fucking her with them right there in public. She reached over and felt around for what she knew she would find - Damien's cock, bulging dangerously through his charcoal jeans. She rubbed it, feeling it up and down as Damien fucked her oozing pussy with his fingers.

I knew it, Lana could barely think as Damien pleasured her. Damien has a massive cock. Just through his jeans, he was easily 7 or 8 inches, and incredibly thick. The idea of taking his cock right there, right now, excited Lana beyond belief.

"Your pussy tightened when you touched my cock," Damien commented, breathing raspily. "You're such a fucking slut, did you know that? Being excited by cock, in broad daylight? Only sluts like that."

"Damien, they're coming..." Lana fought back moans as Damien quickened, pleasuring her more.

"No," Damien hushed her. "You're coming."

And he was right. His thumb massaged her clit as his middle and ring fingers pumped in and out of her tight cunt. It was becoming too much, and she felt the waves of an orgasm about to arise.

Damien grabbed a cloth napkin and threw it over their laps.

"And here's your food," the male waiter suddenly approached the booth from the side, carrying plates of sandwiches. Damien didn't stop thrusting. "Is there anything else I can help you guys with?"

"No, that'll be it, thanks," Damien said pleasantly, as though he were not driving Lana to orgasm. The waiter paused for a second to look at the two suspiciously, then moved along to the next table.

"Damien," Lana moaned quietly. "I'm going to cum."

"Let's get this out of the way then." Without warning, Damien leaned over and forcefully ripped apart her panties, then spread her legs wider. "Cum for me, baby. Cum here, in public, in front of everyone."

Before she could react Lana convulsed, feeling waves of pleasure wash over her as her orgasm came to a peak. Damien's fingers continued to pump into her, collecting all of her messy cum as her hot juices spilled out onto the booth seat. Lana couldn't control her moans anymore, and Damien put his free hand over her mouth to silence her as she finished her orgasm.

"Fuck," Lana gasped. "Oh my god."

She looked down to see the mess she had made. The napkin, while a good idea, was hardly enough to cover her bare cunt from showing. The booth was dripping with her cum, saturated by her juices, and her panties, now ripped apart and useless, sat soaked off to the side a little bit.

Damien grabbed her panties and put them in his pocket. "These are mine now," he told her, letting his speaking volume rise now. "You're going to go the rest of your day without them."

Lana did as she was told, of course.