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  She crosses her arms in a huff as she watches Mitch. Denise is beginning to hate his stupid, satiated expression as he zips up his fly. And the goofy tone of his voice. And the way he winks at her. Her pussy’s on the verge of throbbing, her body just seconds from climax. She crawls back on top of Mitch but he throws her off. “Quit it,” he says. “I can’t be late for astronomy.”

  “But what about me?” She asks.

  “I’ll finish you off tonight.” Mitch kisses her forehead. “I’ll be come by Chestnut Hall at midnight, ‘kay?”

  Glaring at Mitch, Denise eventually nods. Together, they crawl out from underneath the bleachers and head back towards the main buildings. Meanwhile, Lonnie remains seated on the bench, safely guarded underneath the looming trees above him. With one final thought of Denise’s tongue and expressive lips, he shoots a healthy load from his trembling cock. He moans quietly, feeling blessed by the sun’s rays pouring down on him, he closes his eyes as his orgasm loosens him up. Then, he takes a spliff out of his shirt pocket and lights it up. Lonnie thinks about when he might have an opportunity to get close to Denise, particularly when Mitch isn’t around. He remembers overhearing the two of them. Mitch would be by her room later tonight. Then it hits him! Every year, Nick and Bobby raid Chestnut Hall around 11. Denise’ll be up, and Lonnie can see her and maybe convince her to take a rain check with Mitch. Once he’s done, he slips the rest of the joint back in his shirt pocket and heads back to his dorm.

  ****

  Night falls over Borrows Boarding School. Most of the students have retreated back to their dorms. On a Thursday night, it’s relatively quiet… except for the pitter patter of sneakers hitting the pavement. The scurry of nerds, dweebs and weirdos creep around the campus, engaged in not of a game of merriment but a way to survive the social jungles of school without being harassed. On the hilly spine of the Burrows campus sits Chestnut Hall. Outside of its haunted-looking dorm, Bobby and Nick see Dennis scurrying towards them in the distance. Like the rest of his buddies, he is dressed in all black, complete with a ski mask. He looks at the both of them, Bobby’s belly hanging out of his black sweater, and groans. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” he says. “Someone might be up.”

  “Chestnut girls always go to bed early,” Bobby whispers. “We’ll be in and out within minutes.”

  “Quiet, you two!” Nick puts his finger to his mouth. “Let’s just get this over with.”

  Bobby and Nick creep around the large house, but then Bobby glances over his shoulder and discovers Dennis still standing on the sidewalk. “What are you doing?” His voice raised just above a whisper. “Come on!”

  Dennis shakes his head. “I can’t!” He responds, inching back towards the sidewalk. “You two are gonna have to do it without me.” Suddenly Dennis flees down the sidewalk, and soon becomes nothing but a speck in the distance.

  “Dammit!” The two of them say in unison. Nick turns to Bobby. What are we going to do?” He asks. “If we can’t find a third person, then we’re disqualified.”

  “Do you guys need some help?”

  Bobby and Nick turn around to see Lonnie standing at the top of the stairs leading to the backdoor. He’s already dressed for the occasion. He wears a black sweater and matching drain pipes. His cap flattens his brown, wavy hair. “I’m sorry I chickened out in the past,” he says. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

  “Great!” Bobby replies as he runs up the stairs. “And you know what to do?”

  “Attack the first floor,” Lonnie answers.

  “Even if you get two or three, it’s fine,” Nick says. “Let’s just make it out in record time.” The two all give each other high fives. Then, Nick pulls out a key. He turns to the other two. “I made a friend with one of the R.A.s,” he says. The door opens and the two slide inside.

  The first few times the boy played this prank on the girls, it was an absolute surprise. But now most of the girls sleep over other peoples’ rooms, while the few that remain are sound asleep. It’s been a longstanding tradition of the girls in Chestnut Hall to leave a pair of newly purchased panties hanging on the doorknob for the boys to take. If Dennis had only known, he would have remained in the game. Nonetheless, the three men each work their way from doorknob to doorknob plucking underwear like cherries. Lonnie spots a door with the sign “Denise” painted in glitter. She leaves a lacy electric blue thong on the knob. He takes it and puts it into his back pocket. When he does, Lonnie realizes that the door is open. His eyes dart up and down the hallway before sneaking into the room.

  Lonnie could tell that right away that Denise isn’t like other girls at Burrows. She has shelves lined with action figures of every iconic film character Lonnie could think of. He picks up a large figurine in a white suit. He reads the label and grins: Al Pacino as Tony Montana. “Cool,” Lonnie whispers. He puts Tony Montana back and continues to stare at the rest of her collection. She has old movie posters of films like The Blob and The Shining on her wall. He skims the spines of the bookcases. All he finds is H.P. Lovecraft and multiple issues of Heavy Metal. “I can’t believe it,” he says to himself. Denise is kind of a nerd. Suddenly, Lonnie hears the doorknob turn. He quickly leaps into Denise’s closet nearby and slides it shut. Through the slits of the closet door, Lonnie watches Denise. She struts around the room in her tight floral pajama shorts and matching tank top. She looks down at her phone. “Are you on your way, baby?” She asks. Just hearing her voice makes Lonnie’s cock immediately stiffen.

  “I’ll be there around midnight.” Mitch is on speaker; but it’s hard to him because of the noise. It sounds like he’s at a party. “Kenny and I are gonna check out some of the pranks around campus. Did those assnuts take your panties yet?”

  Denise giggles and peeks out her window. “No,” she says. “There’s not a single panty on the tree. It’s unusually quiet tonight.”

  “Awesome,” Mitch replies. “I’m making sure to mark my calendars so I can schedule their daily beatings for the year.

  Denise rolls her eyes. “Whatever… Will you come over now?” Denise purrs into the phone. “I’ve been horny since the bleachers.”

  “I’ll be there soon,” Mitch says. “Stop nagging me.”

  “Okay,” Denise says, taking offense to his attitude. “But, when you come over can you do something sexy for me?”

  “Anything,” he replies, sounding more enthused.

  “I’ll make sure the doors are unlocked,” she says. “And I’ll be in bed, naked. Maybe I’ll be asleep. Maybe I won’t be. Either way I want you to be hard and ready, so that way when you come to bed you can just have me. However you want.”

  Mitch whistles. “You’re on,” he says. “I’ll be there by midnight.” Then, he hangs up.

  Lonnie’s feelings for Denise are growing strong, and when she takes off her shirt and lets her breasts hang freely, he’s overcome with the urge to bust through the closet and seize the moment. But why ruin the moment? Denise massages her breasts as she looks out the window. She glances down at the empty and can’t help but feel sad that the tree looks so barren and depressing. Every year, Denise’s had a front row seat to Nick and Bobby’s antics, running in and out of the house with as many panties as they could retrieve. She snickers thinking about it. It’s always been an amusing thing, the strange fascination that boys have with girls. She wonders why they never stop to smell or examine the panties to see if they’ve been properly worn in. Maybe it has nothing to do with that, which, in her mind, seems like a senseless prank. She could understand the perverse appeal of a freshly worn thong or a pair of boy shorts. But what’s fun about a pair of Walmart panties with the tag still on them? She shrugs it off and decides to go to bed. After Denise takes one final look at herself in the mirror, she turns off the lights and hops onto the king-sized mattress. It’s on the other side of the room and right in front of the closet.

  Denise’s eyes are closed; her long lashes flutter. Her lips slightly parted, she reaches down and pulls her
panties down over her thighs. Opening her legs, she gives Lonnie a view of her voluptuous body. The streetlights from outside pour through the window, illuminating just enough of her for Lonnie to appreciate. With an arm over her head, Denise closes her eyes again, her finger walking down toward her pussy. Her blonde patch of lustrous curls crown her fleshy pussy lips, folds of purple labia folding neatly around her slit She arches her back as she penetrates herself. Her thighs rub together, and she bites her bottom lip as her fingers are quickly coated with her juice. She rolls around the bed, euphoric and in need of a good position. She finally decides to lie on her stomach, the round moons of her ass rising in the air as she fucks herself. Then, she turns back around, continuing this dance as she plays with her pussy and clit.

  Lonnie moans to himself, peeling away the front of his drain pipe pants to let his penis swell with blood. He strokes himself to a solid girth, pre-come dripping from his tip and lubricating his stroke. There’s no turning back for him now. He needs to have her but he doesn’t know when to make his move. Lonnie wants to make her come. He wants to taste her while she climaxes. Now is the time, when she’s prime and ready for her desires to be fulfilled. Lonnie sneaks out of the closet, moving gingerly through the shadows towards the bed. Surprisingly he doesn’t make a noise, and the sound of him stroking his penis is stifled by the sound of her wet pussy, her fingers swimming through her cream. He stands over her now, the blue moonlight painting his body. He continues to rub his cock while he watches her.

  Denise’s tits jiggle as she fucks her pussy. Her fingers rub her clit, slowly at first until she gradually increases speed. She bites her bottom lip so she doesn’t moan too loudly, but she can’t help it. Denise thinks of her nightly lover creeping through the dark. It’s always excited her to feel like she’s being completely taken. Her pussy moistens at the thought, whispering “Come to Me” in the dark, enticing her fantasy lover to pounce.

  Suddenly, Denise feels a wet mouth drape around her nipple. She moans as he gently sucks on her, every now and then biting into her nipples until she can’t help but squeal. She keeps her eyes closed, enjoying the strange touch of someone she can’t see, someone different. But, it occurs to Denise that Mitch is touching her in a way that she hasn’t felt since she started dating him. His mouth is warm and curious. His bite is playful, sinking his teeth into her breasts and stomach. Then, she feels his lips clinging to her clit, the hood slightly pulled back as he teases her bulb with his tongue. She cries out. Denise reaches for him, but then she freezes. Mitch’s hair is cut short to his scalp. But the boy in between her legs has long, thick hair. Denise opens her eyes and sits up.

  “Who the hell are you?” She asks, turning on a lamp beside the bed. When Lonnie emerges from her pussy, his handsome face shiny with her come, Denise’s eyes light up. “You’re that guy from the quad,” she says. “You were fighting Mitch.”

  Lonnie wipes her come from his face. “And I would’ve won too if it wasn’t for you,” he replies with playful sarcasm.

  Denise blushes. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I really didn’t mean to get you punched.” She sighs. “He really can act like a big asshole sometimes.”

  Lonnie smirks. “Tell me about it,” he says. Then, he grabs her softly by the chin and their eyes meet. “But, we don’t have to think about him tonight.” He reaches out for her breast and sucks on her nipple. ‘Let me please you. I’ll make you a very happy girl.” Lonnie leans in and kisses her. His lips are soft and full, big enough to swallow her whole. Denise likes the feeling, and together they share an aggressive kiss. As they make out, Denise helps Lonnie pull off his sweater and remove his pants. His fingers travel to her clit, rubbing its bulbous, wet surface while she strokes his cock. Denise then pins him down on the bed. She crawls on top of his face, dancing on top of his face as she wraps her hands around his shaft. Lonnie reaches for her thighs, pushing her pussy down onto his mouth. Lonnie’s lips cling to her clit. Sucking on her clitoris, Lonnie handles her pussy in a way that drives her insane. She moans as she rocks her hips back and forth, savoring every bit of his mouth at work.

  Denise bends over and kisses Lonnie’s cock, her lips spreading to accommodate his girth. Lonnie moans as he feels his cock disappear inside of her mouth. He wants to see it but doesn’t want to waste another moment. He continues to lap up her sweetness, while she returns the favor. He’s long enough to gag on. And thick. His head is slender, the perfect shape and size for her pussy. She doesn’t know how she got into this situation, but she isn’t the type to question it. Her pussy’s gushing under Lonnie’s lick, and she’s eager to see what he can do with his cock. She kisses his balls, licking each one until they’re wet with her spit. Lonnie’s body jerks as she sucks his cock. He performs with the same fervor, his tongue wagging on her clit until he can feel her pussy throb. As she cries out, she gushes into Lonnie’s hungry mouth.

  Denise crawls towards Lonnie’s cock. She lowers herself on top of him, moaning as his cock fills her up. Lonnie moans, admiring the perfect view of her ass, the beautiful details of her curvy back. He holds onto her hips as she leans forward and begins to slam her pussy against his dick. “Yeah, Denise,” he moans. “Give me your pussy. Every inch.” He holds her hips still and drives his cock deeper inside her flesh, pumping shockwaves of unbridled pleasure through her body. When Lonnie gyrates his hips, fondling her breasts as she rides him, Denise moans. Her mind is awash in euphoria. She leans against him, unable to contain herself. He squeezes her nipples, the sensations rippling through her. Suddenly Denise climaxes, pussy muscles tightening around his cock. He bucks his hips, with the carnal urge to rip through her body. He comes hard, his body and mind going numb. Come coats her pussy canal, leaving her feeling creamed and satisfied.

  Denise and Lonnie lie in bed for a while, until he asks her for a favor.

  “Anything,” she says. “I do owe you for getting punched.”

  Lonnie smiles and strokes her face. “It was worth it,” he replies. “Anyway, for prank night, it’d be great if I can get as much underwear as you have.” When Denise gives him an odd look, he smiles widely. “For my friends,” he says. “So they don’t get pushed around this year.”

  Denise rolls her eyes. “God, Mitch is such a creep.” She crosses her arms and relaxes against the pillow. “It was fun for a while but now he’s just annoying. I wish we could get him back somehow…”

  Lonnie laughs. “I think we just did.” Then, he jumps out of bed. “Mitch and Kenny’ll be here soon.” Denise slips out of bed. Together they put on their clothes. Then, she opens her panty drawer. “Damn,” she says. “All of my thongs and stuff are in the laundry.” She turns around and notices Lonnie fishing through the hamper. He plucks out any piece of underwear he could find: Bikini bottoms, classic white briefs, thongs, hip huggers, bras, and garters. “Help me,” he says to her. His voice is muffled behind the pile of underwear he carries in his arms.

  Denise rolls her eyes. As she approaches she slows down. “Why are you taking these?” She asks. “Don’t you smell them?”

  Lonnie shrugs. “They smell good,” he replies.

  She giggles. “You really think so?” She asks.

  “Hell yes. They smell like pussy. What’s better than that?” Although she can’t see his face, she can hear him taking big whiffs of out his mountain of soiled panties. And Lonnie isn’t pulling her leg, mind you. “There’s nothing better than smelling the sex and sweat that emanates from an used pair of panties.”

  She grows wet hearing him say that, hearing someone admire her scent. “You’re so weird,” she tells him. Failing to conceal her growing interest in him, Denise takes some of his load and together they leave her room and head downstairs.

  As they scurry out of Chestnut Hall, leaving a trail of underwear behind them, Lonnie couldn’t help but wonder where Nick and Bobby had gone. When they make it outside, they stand in front of the tree, both speechless as to why not even a sock is hanging from its branches.

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bsp; “What do you think might have happened to them?” She asks.

  Lonnie can only shrug in bewilderment. “They were with me when I came in,” he says. Then, he looks around. “Maybe they got spooked. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mitch has something to do with it too.”

  In fact, Mitch has everything to do with it.

  Behind the Oakberry Gymnasium, cheerleaders Alice and Heidi blow pink bubbles out of their chewing gum. Alice’s face is nearly buried in her phone while Heidi stretches on the grassy field. She unfolds her limber body into a full split, then grabs her rear foot. It effortlessly rests on top of her head, her elegant neck craned back to make them touch. “When will they be here?” She asks. “I’m getting bored.”

  “No need to whine,” she hears him say. “The Reagan Brothers have arrived.”

  Elated, Alice looks up from her phone. When she sees Mitch, she jumps on top of him and plants him with a kiss. “God, what took you so long?” She asks. “We skipped geometry and Spanish waiting for you guys.”

  Mitch carries her onto the grass and playfully throws her down against its soft surface. “And we skipped astronomy and shop class to grab these.” Stuffed into the back of his pants, he pulls out a bottle of whiskey. Kenny follows suit, reaching into his jacket pocket for baby bottles of Captain Morgan. The girls squeal. “God,” Heidi says. “I’ve been waiting for excitement all day.” She brings her legs together, but the damage has been done. Kenny gazes at her petite body, her strong sculpted arms and legs. He plops down beside her and hands her a bottle of rum. While the pair begins to party, Mitch falls on top of Alice and kisses her. Kenny grabs the whiskey from him and opens it up.