Lana's Slutty Senior Year Ch. 05

Wearing a micro skirt was one thing. Wearing a micro skirt without panties was another.

The rest of the day, Lana felt the breeze on her bare pussy. It excited her, and everytime she remembered Damian's fingers pounding inside her she felt herself become hot and damp. She bent over somewhat recklessly, wondering who might accidentally see her naked cunt. If anyone did see, they never mentioned it.

During fifth period, Lana approached her usual seat, but looked to the back of the classroom where Jake was indeed sitting alone. She remembered the events of the night before and envisioned Jake's cock, the way it sat right above the waistband of the sweats he was wearing. That's when she realized that he was wearing the same gray sweatpants today. A slight wetness dripped from between Lana's legs, and she quickly sat down at her seat to prevent it from flowing any further.

She tried to concentrate on the ins and outs of the United States government, but just couldn't focus. The slick heat pooling beneath her was too distracting, and the only thing she wanted to fix it with was Jake's cock between her legs. She imagined sitting on the quarterback's cock, feeling the emptiness of her walls split open to take his massive girth, and grinded back and forth lightly on her chair, feeling the bare plastic of the seat take her dripping cunt.

Lana held back a moan while the teacher droned on and everyone around her dozed about, half asleep and ready for the day to end. I can't cum in here. It took all of her self control not to turn back and look at Jake. He's probably half asleep himself, she thought, but she didn't dare to check.

Finally, the bell rang and Lana raced out of her seat, praying that the distance between the two would take her mind off her endless horniness.

For PE and cheer, Lana headed over to her locker to get changed for the second day of tryouts. However, upon opening her locker, her heart sank.

"Oh my god," Lana panicked. "I forgot my fucking gym clothes."

In her rush from masturbating to Jake's teasing pictures and the excitement of wearing a skirt for Damien, Lana had totally forgotten to pack a spare change of clothes for PE, let alone cheer tryouts. What should I do? It was hard to suppress her rising alarm. I can't ask to borrow someone else's clothes. I have no panties on.

Wait, Lana continued. I don't even want to be on the cheer team. I'll use this as an excuse to get out of this.

Lana went out into the field, feeling every burning hot stare from the football team as she crossed the field to where Coach Sharon and the other girls were. She glanced over to the sidelines. Jake was already there too, resting, watching her every move.

"Oh, Lana," Coach Sharon called over as she saw her approach.

"Hey coach," Lana greeted. "I forgot my gym clothes today. I think I'm going to-"

"Oh, that's alright," Coach Sharon waved her aside, not letting her finish. "You're basically already in for the A team, anyways. Just practice in what you're wearing. Maybe you can teach some of the other girls something. Ha!" Coach Sharon cackled to herself as though it were the funniest joke in the world.

The cheer girls glared daggers at her, and Lana grimaced. She didn't want to be around the cheerleaders for any amount of time longer than she had to.

The other girls trying out slowly filed in after sixth period ended, and Lana felt she stuck out like a sore thumb. She did a few basic dances and cheers, but nothing that would potentially upskirt her. She was still glistening, she could feel it, and it would be the end of the world if anyone saw. Eventually, the girls split into groups, and Lana felt it might be okay to sneak away.

"Lana," a familiar voice piped behind her right as she turned to leave. It was Sabrina.

"Oh, hey," she spun around to face the blonde. "Sabrina. What's up?"

"How are you liking cheer?" Sabrina's tone was cordial, friendly even, but Lana could sense a twinge of venom lurking beneath the surface. "I see you're already dressed the part."

"Oh, yeah," Lana laughed awkwardly. "I forgot my workout clothes, and Coach Sharon told me to just stay like this for a bit."

"Oh, Coach Sharon," Sabrina responded in a totally unreadable tone. "She's such a great coach. I highly recommended you to her, and she sees a lot in you."

"Yep. She mentioned I was probably going to make it onto the A team," Lana eyed her carefully, testing the waters. If Sabrina reacted to it all, it was nearly imperceptible, but Lana thought there was a flicker of something behind her deep blue eyes. Not jealousy or ire... rather, amusement, maybe?

"You would make a great addition," Sabrina chirped. "Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about something, girl-to-girl."

"What's that?"

"Have you by any chance seen Jake talking to any other girls?"

Lana was shaken by her forwardness, a chill running down her spine. Talking to other girls? Jake had nearly exposed himself to her entirely. "Um," Lana stammered. "What do you mean?"

"I know you have multiple classes with him," Sabrina narrowed her eyes, but Lana was genuinely surprised. Did she? "2nd period AP Bio, 4th period AP Stats, and 5th period AP Gov, right?"

"Is he in those classes?"

"Don't play dumb."

"I'm not!" Lana wracked her brain. "Honestly, I forgot he was in those classes at all. Thinking about it now, he sits pretty much in the back and doesn't talk to anyone, except maybe his friends."

Sabrina snorted. "Sure. Can you just keep an eye out for me? I have a feeling he's... He's just been weird lately."

"Sure, Sabrina." Lana reached out and touched her shoulder sympathetically. In her head, though, her mind raced. She could think only, intrusively, of Jake's fat cock railing her as she had fantasized about the night before. She thought about how, just hours ago, she had grinded her clit in class to the idea of this girl's boyfriend fucking her brains out. Guilt and pleasure fought each other in her core.

Lana left the scene mostly unscathed, curious about Sabrina's true intentions and what she really knew. She bounded past the football team one last time, glancing back to make eye contact with the team's one and only quarterback: Jake. His green eyes burned a hole into her.

That night, Lana was back in her bedroom, thinking about the events of the day. She thought about Alyssa coming at her with a vague threat. Then, Damien's boldness fingering her and cumming, in public in the middle of the school day. Going through the day with no panties, the class with Jake, the encounter with Sabrina. It had been an incredibly long day and Lana was exhausted.

As if right on cue, Lana received a notification. Oh my god, Lana's heartbeat raced. It's Jake. And it was another picture.

Expecting to see another mirror picture of chiseled abs, what appeared on her phone shocked her far worse. It was a picture of a familiar blue, plastic seat, dripping with some sort of fluid or perspiration - it was her seat from fifth period, slick with her pussy's dripping hot mess earlier in the day. Lana's face bloomed bright red instantly.

"I saw you having a good time," read the incoming text from Jake. Lana's heart beat out of her chest. "I liked it."

"How much did you see?" Lana texted back sheepishly.

"All of it." You could hear Jake's smug tone from through the phone. "What are you up to?"

"I'm home, in my room."

"Let me come over."

Her heart stopped. Let Jake come over? Could she...?

She hadn't made a decision yet when he texted her again: "I'll make all your fantasies real."

Before she knew it, Jake was on her way to her house. Lana threw off the old dingy band tee and running shorts she was wearing to go to bed and replaced it with a sheer baby blue babydoll lingerie top and a matching lacy panty. She put on a pair of cute, airy pin-stripe shorts, and before long there was a knock on the door.

Lana paused for a second, then swung open the grand wooden doors. On the other side was Jake, of course, standing on her patio with a modest bouquet and a candybar tied to the base of it. He was wearing the same gray sweatpants from earlier. The two paused, looking at each other in shock for a second. She wasn't expecting him to bring anything but himself, and he was stunned at the way she answered the door so boldly in her lingerie.

"Oh, wow," Jake muttered, almost to himself. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," she smiled back at him, taking the bouquet and beckoning him to come in.

"This is a nice place you got here," the brown haired boy commented earnestly as he stepped inside. "Where are your parents?"

"Oh, they're not here tonight," Lana explained. "My parents are both marine researchers and the company they work for usually has them onsite. Right now, they're up north in the central coast. They have been since we moved here."

"Huh, good to know." Lana was unsure how much of that information had really stuck with him other than the fact that her parents were usually gone. "So you got this whole place to yourself?"

She snorted and headed into the kitchen in search of a vase and water for the bouquet. "It's not as easy as it sounds, you know. There's a lot to clean and keep track of, and it gets lonely in here."

Jake slid up behind Lana as she placed the bouquet into a little container. He pressed his hips against hers, his dick already growing in size just from the sight of her. His cock filed in nicely between her ass cheeks. "I could fix that loneliness for you, if you wanted," he whispered, his voice dripping with honey. Instinctively, Lana grinded her ass a little on his girth, dreaming again about his length and filling herself up with him.

Suddenly, she turned around to face him. He refused to move - the two's faces were nearly touching.

"What about your girlfriend?" Lana demanded. "Sabrina?"

"What about her?" He scoffed. "You knew I had a girlfriend. You still invited me over. What about you?"

Lana shifted uncomfortably. It was true - despite knowing that he had a girlfriend, and knowing that she had her suspicions, Lana still wanted Jake to come over, knowing what would happen. Even worse, the guilty pang in her stomach made her unbearably horny.

"You knew what would happen," Jake continued, leaning closer and pressing Lana further back into the kitchen island. He reached out for her hand and guided it to the imprint in his pants. She was finally feeling it, the erectness of it, the heat of it, the size of it. It felt massive in her hands, like it would take both of her hands to stroke properly. "You wanted it to happen. You wanted me. You wanted me when I sent you pictures of my cock, and you wanted me when you touched yourself in front of me, in class, with your pussy out in your slutty little skirt."

"You saw that?" Lana's mind was swirling with different emotions. She was excited that Jake saw her - but also, mortified that anyone knew she was walking around without panties.

"Baby," Jake leaned down and kissed her neck softly, trailing his hand back up her arm and stroking it softly. His surprisingly sweet words enticed her, and she continued to rub his stiff cock through his sweatpants. "Everyone saw that."

With her free hand, Lana grasped the back of Jake's head, raking her fingers between his hair, and pressed it into her neck. He continued to kiss her there ravenously, suckling on her skin between kisses. She was too engrossed in the feeling of his warm lips on her neck to process what he had said. "E-Everyone?" She managed to sputter.

"When you're wearing a slutty little skirt like that, and you already have the attention of every guy at school?" Jake teased, talking directly into her. He reached down and felt the bottom curve of her ass, where her thighs met her cheeks, and squeezed it. "Of course everyone saw. Everyone that was looking for it saw it. And nobody is searching harder than me."

"You?" Lana moaned as Jake increased intensity, sucking her neck voraciously.

"You think I wouldn't notice?" Jake pulled back his head from her neck to look at her. His green gaze took Lana's breath away. "You think I wouldn't notice that you came to school with a pair of bright red panties and left with none?"

Lana's face burned bright red. While she thought some people may have noticed, she didn't realize that Jake had been playing such close attention to her. "Well..."

"You don't have to explain yourself," Jake smiled wryly at her. "I can tell you're a girl that likes to have fun. But I knew I had to have you. From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew I had to have you."

Without any effort at all, Jake hoisted her up and seated her on top of the kitchen island, spreading her legs apart. He kneeled down and put his face in between her legs, shifting the fabric of her shorts and panties aside and gingerly and gently licking at her sensitive clit. Already her pussy was dripping with hot desire, leaving a little pool on the countertop as Jake began to ravenously slurp away at it.

"Fuck, Jake," Lana moaned loudly. She was so tired of concealing her screams of pleasure. "Jake, the windows are open. The lights are on. Anyone that walks by can see us."

"Let them," he replied, muffled between her tender lips. He brought his hand up to massage her clit as she squirmed in pleasure. "You go around all day showing off your slutty little pussy to everyone, and now you want to be shy?"

"Jake, please," she continued her moans of ecstacy, pushing his head deeper into the folds of her cunt. "Don't stop, oh my god."

"I knew you were a slut," Jake remarked, as if he had just attained victory. With his other hand, Jake reached his index and middle finger inside her, curling and pumping inside her vigorously as his other hand and mouth continued to work her sensitive clit. "I know you've been thinking about me."

"How did you know?" Lana was embarrassed to confess, but she had been dreaming of him all day.

"You think I can't tell by the way you look at me?" Jake continued to thrust his fingers deeply inside of her. She was close to climax. "I know what those looks mean. I know you're rubbing your pussy in class to the thought of me. Let me make you cum. It's what you want, isn't it?"

The vibration from the talking heightened her sensitivity, and Lana moaned. Suddenly, Jake stopped and looked up at her. "Please keep going," Lana begged. "Please!"

"Tell me you want to cum," he demanded.

"I want to cum so fucking badly." Lana reached down and began to rub her own clit, desperate for Jake to continue. "Please."

"And who's going to make you cum?"

"You are," Lana cried out as the quarterback leaned his face back into her needy pussy, continuing his sexual onslaught. She loved being loud and messy more than anything. "You're going to make me cum. Please, please, I'm going to cum Jake."

Jake continued to pound into her ceaselessly, fingering her and flicking his tongue over her sloppy sensitive clit, until finally Lana couldn't take it anymore. Waves and waves of pleasure crashed over her as she was brought to orgasm, spasmed uncontrollably, cumming all over Jake's beautiful face. He didn't stop, continuing to pleasure her with his tongue and hands until she finally collapsed forward, trembling from the overwhelming physical toll.

Jake stood up to prop her up, licking his lips with a devious smile on his face.

"We're not done yet."