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Kim hesitates to tell Stacy her true feelings for her.
The skirt was not as short as her polka dot one. She had on a beige skirt that was a few inches above her knees and she wore black leather boots that rose to just below her knee. Most of her legs were hidden. She had on a light beige colored sweater that fit her very snug. The side view of her chest was impressive. Although not large, it was defiantly buoyant.
She sat down and didn't say a word to us. She acted aloof and as if she were the only one in class, modeling for us, for everyone, on her own personal runway. I was instantly hard, she didn't have to, although it was appreciated, cross her legs and uncross them over a dozen times, seemingly for our benefit. I never looked back to see what Mike was doing. Ideally, I wanted to part with our mutual interest in her and just take up the cause myself.
I never heard the sound of the bell. I had been dreaming up scenarios that I thought were possible. All of a sudden people were getting up and leaving the room. Marta appeared in front of me and I had to wake myself.
"Are you afraid to get up?" Marta said.
"Yes." I said.
I was still hard.
Mike got up from his desk. His bulge was clearly visible.
"I'm not." He said.
Mike walked out of the room by himself, leaving us behind.
"I'm sorry it isn't... the skirt... as short as you had asked for. The only other short skirt I have would have gotten me sent home." Marta said.
"This is... was fine." I said.
"Glad to hear it. Now let me see it." She said.
"Don't be silly. Let me see it."
I was shocked at her candor. I was embarrassed but got up anyway. She looked at my package and smiled.
"That is very good." She said.
Marta slowly turned and walked away. Her heels were clicking in satisfaction.
Mike and I decided to act quickly at her display of interest in our arousal. It was a half a day and we asked her to go with us to lunch at a burger place near the school.
"We're seniors now. That's the hangout for the underclassmen." She said.
"It's close by." I said.
"That's right, for kids who have to walk. Do you guys drive?" She asked.
"Yes, but we don't have cars." Mike said.
"That's all right. I will drive." She said.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"We're going to the food court at the mall." Marta said.
She had a sporty car and looked sexy ensconced in the leather bucket seats. I sat in the back. Mike was too big to sit comfortable anywhere but the front. I sat and watched as her legs deftly moved around the pedals. Mike sat almost dumbfounded. We could have been driving to another state and his face would have had the same countenance. I was starting to not like having him around. I wanted Marta all for myself.
We walked into the mall and were at her sides, almost as bodyguards instead of fellow students. She walked calmly and confidently. We looked like average teenagers doing what kids our age did: hanging out. We sat down in the center of the food court without having gotten anything to eat. There were a few college students around and mothers with young children. It did not feel crowded.
"You guys think you are really funny, huh. I have a boyfriend. He finds out and he's going to come looking for you." She said.
"Uh, I'm on the football team." Mike said.
"I'm not, but you agreed to this anyway." I said.
"I'm teasing. You two still think you're funny. I'm going to have the last laugh though." She said.
"How will you have the last laugh?" I said.
"I'm going to give you two what you want, but it won't be without... someone will feel like they lost."
"What do we want?" Mike asked.
"Me." She said.
"Mike, don't say another word. Yes. We want you." I said.
"I'll be quiet." Mike said.
"Explain how someone will lose?" I said.
"Simple. You two strip for me and I measure your fully erect penises. That won't be a problem, getting hard, I assume. The bigger one of you two get's my pussy. Smaller one gets my lips, which really isn't all that bad."
I was floored.