Leather is the way to go

Chapter Two

I had a new conquest in mind today, but first I had two promises to keep. I had already been with both of these guys, but that didn't bother me. The first one I led to the computer lab before school. His name was Harrison Madigan. The computer lab was dark and quiet, and locked. I got one of the techies to let me in by shoving my breasts against his chest and rubbing him with my hand a few times, whispering 'later' in his ear. Easy as pie. Another promise to keep, and one that would be no problem. This particular techie looked weedy, but he was a tiger in bed.

As soon as we were in with the door shut Harrison slammed me against it and kissed me. I was wearing a tight white button down top with the first three buttons undone. My pink and grey bra was clearly visible through the thin fabric. My butt was barely covered by a brown suede miniskirt, and my legs emphasised by thigh high red boots. They were the first to go. He knelt down, pulled them off, and slid his hand up my leg, gently slipping one finger inside my red lace thong. The skirt came off next while I undid the buttons on my shirt. He pushed that off my shoulders, unhooked my bra and yanked it off, then filled his hands with my breasts. I pulled his shirt and jeans off, then we yanked down each other's underwear. I shoved him into a chair and kissed, licked, and nibbled my way down to his pelvic bone, where I took him in my mouth, licking and scraping my teeth. He moaned and shuddered, and growled past gritted teeth

"Just fuck me already, Mirri!"

"Ooh, bit eager, aren't we?" I purred softly, using my tongue to great effect. He growled and shoved me down on to the floor, landing on top of me. I dug my nails into his back and butt as he moved fast on top of me. He lay next to me when we finished and I slid one hand in between his legs, grabbing hold of him. I moved my hand lazily up and down and felt him stiffen. He rolled over on to his side. I took my hand away and slid my leg in between his, pressing against him. He moaned and cupped my breast in one hand, rubbing between my legs with the other. He knew exactly what spot to touch to get a reaction, and soon I was quivering. I moved my knee back and forth, playing with his balls, and he was reacting almost as much as me. He went to roll on top of me again, but I shook my head and pushed him onto his back. I liked to be on top. I straddled him and took him in my hand again. Both of his hands caressed my butt while mine moved back and forth along the length of him. As he was about to come I shoved myself on top of him and moved back and forth quickly. It was over fast, and this time I got up and got dressed. I had another promise to keep before class.

I found Jared Anderson quickly and easily, as he had been watching through the window.

"Little voyeur, aren't you?" He just grinned and squeezed my breast. I placed one hand over the bulge in his jeans and squeezed as well. He groaned, and I shoved my skirt up, and his jeans and our underwear down. I had no patience for anything more refined than a quick fuck in the corridor in front of the school. This was a fairly vacant corridor, however. Harrison had disappeared and we were practically alone but before a cheerleader I had screwed two months ago. She'd been good, for a girl, and I contemplated finding her again and taking her to the girls changeroom, but I had more pressing things on my mind at the moment. And on my chest. Jared had pulled open my shirt and was ogling me. I moved my hand down and gave him a quick hand job.

"Less looking, more doing," I whispered, and he complied, shoving me harder against the wall and thrusting himself inside of me with a grunt. I dug my nails into his butt as he moved violently, and he kept his hands on my breasts. When he was done, he pulled out and moved one hand slowly down to my butt and squeezed. I smiled and mimicked the action on his. I leaned forward and kissed him. I was in the mood for a good, hot make out session. I leapt up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me and kept one hand on my butt and the other on my breast. I dropped my legs and moved my hand to hold him. He groaned and I grinned, squeezing. He yanked my hand away and shoved himself in me, gasping. So. A bit more than a make out session, then. I had no complaints.

It was over fast again, and this time I pulled away and got dressed. He squeezed my butt as I was bending over to pick up my shirt but I didn't react. I had one more promise to keep, but I'd attend to that one later. I thought I might bring the techie home with me and screw him in an actual bed. See how he did with a real surface beneath him. Or maybe the library couch. That idea intrigued me, and I was aroused over again. Mind made up, I went to find the techie.

He wasn't hard to find. He was sitting in the tech office, masturbating. His eyes were closed and I assumed he was thinking of me. I slid over the bench, giving a couple of girls a nice view up my skirt. I snuck up on the techie, whose name was Jason, took his hand away from himself, and replaced it with mine. When he opened his eyes, the buttons on my shirt were all undone and my breasts were in his face. He reached one hand up to them and the other pulled me down on to his lap. He started to move my underwear out of the way but I shook my head and stood up. I walked away, my hips swaying, and knew he'd follow. Follow he did.

I hadn't bothered to rebutton my top and the end flew behind me, baring my breasts and stomach to the world. It wasn't like it wasn't a sight most of them hadn't seen already, and I figured those who hadn't would be tempted by it. One girl reached out and gave my breast a squeeze and I winked at her. She was one of the school's few actual, authentic lesbians, not just the usual lesbian-for-Mirabelle-Colton-but-not-anyone-else-except-maybe-Emma-Stone. Maybe I'd go and find the girl later, if I were in the mood. Maybe she'd come and find me. She'd done so before, and we'd gotten pretty hot and heavy in the lift, before it opened to reveal a group of year eight boys. They gawked for a moment, but I merely turned to face them and beckoned them in. they came willingly enough, faced with two hot girls in their underwear. We had a veritable orgy in that elevator. Like I said, I can make anyone change their sexuality. More on that story later.

The techie followed me willingly into the library and on to one of its numerous wide couches. Sometimes I think the librarians were thinking of me when they furnished the place, because it's full of comfy nooks and crannies, dusty, silent stacks, and, of course, several incredibly public, unusually wide, extremely soft sofas.

It was over to one of these than I led Jason. I shoved him down on one and lay on top of him. My skirt was up around my hips. I kissed him, my hands fumbling at his jeans. I shoved them down, but he didn't want to get it over and done with. I suppose being desired by the sluttiest girl in school was a proud moment for a tech geek and he wanted to draw it out. I couldn't fault him for that. I'd want to draw out fucking me too.

He unhooked my bra and pulled it off. He rolled us over and fastened his mouth over one breast, ravishing with his mouth and tongue. Damn, but that felt good. I took hold of him in my hand and pleasured him. He groaned and I smiled. I liked making people groan. His fingers moved down between my legs and got busy and it was my turn to moan.

"Holy fuck, you're good," I gasped. He said nothing; just smiled, released my breast, and replaced his hand with his dick. Once we'd reached that point it was over quickly. I didn't go again; I was spent for a couple of hours. No, I'd had enough of screwing people for a while. Now I was going to screw around with them.