Let me premise this story with a brief explanation, just in case you have not read my previous chapters. This story is written about two consenting adults, even though it may have the "theme" of a young girl (at heart) and an adult male. This is something that my Master and I enjoy doing... role-play. Playing a role of being someone else... a time for us to "mind fuck", if you will. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
She came bouncing in the house happy (and lucky) as hell that her parents were gone for the weekend. She knew that she would be in a HEAP of shit if they had been home to receive the phone call from the principal. She had all weekend to figure out how to approach her parents about her little uhm... mishap at school today. She had a feeling that she could probably get help from the Coach, now that she had time for her head to clear and think about his involvement in the whole affair.
She walked into the living room and was startled to find her parents' friend, Mr. Johnson, sitting on the couch. "Hello, Mr. Johnson. I'm surprised to see you here. Are my parents home still?"
"No, little one. I drove them to the airport first thing this morning as planned. They asked me to come back here to make sure you got in the house alright, as you had left your keys at home, again. A little absent minded at times darling?" He eyed her looking at the darling cheerleaders outfit she was wearing. Her tight sweater was hugging her rather robust breasts. The short pleated skirt exposing her long luscious legs. She was much too young to have such a womanly figure.
She smiled, "Yes, Sir. I have a tendency to forget them sometimes. My parents get a little aggravated with me over it. It's just that I have so much on my mind with my school work and extra curricular activities."
He raised an eyebrow, "Hmm... yes, so I've heard."
"You've heard, Sir?" Heather looked at him with her innocent eyes, "Now whatever have you heard about sweet little ole me, kind Sir?"
"Ahhh... playing the sweet innocent teen with me?? I've heard firsthand from your parents' at their aggravation with you, at times. You may get away with a lot with your father, but your innocent act, however sweet it may be, will not fly with me, Heather," he said as he closely watched her walk over to the couch to sit down.
Heather walked over and rather ungracefully plopped down on the couch. More from nervous energy than any kind of exhaustion, she did so quite ungracefully. Heather has always liked it when Mr. Johnson came around. Maybe because she thinks that he is
just
the living end. So handsome and tall. Dark brown eyes, so healthy in his build, his arms are so muscular. His voice melts her like butter. He seems to soothe her soul when he speaks, especially when it is directed towards her. Heather has seen how he follows her movements with his eyes when she walks around the room when he is visiting her parents. She swears it's as if he were undressing her with his eyes whenever she catches him looking her way when he thinks she doesn't see him looking. The same look he is giving her now.
"You know, dear. You should be a little more careful when you sit down with your cute little cheerleader's outfit on. When you "plop", your dress does not cover you very properly."
"Oh, Mr. Johnson, really! When I am doing my cheerleading routines, I kick my legs up, do summersaults, get tossed in the air so anyone can see what I have underneath at any given moment anyways, silly!"
"Is that so, dear? Perhaps I should come to some of your performances and look for myself. It looks like I may very well be paying a visit to see your principal and coach very soon anyways."
"Why would you be visiting my principal and coach, Mr. Johnson? Do you know them?"
"They are very close friends of mine and they both owe me very big favors. I just may have to call on those favors very soon. It depends a lot on you, dear."
"I don't understand, Sir. What could
I
possibly have to do with any favors you need to collect from them?"
"Well, as I was waiting here for you to return home, the phone rang. I thought it might be you, so I answered it. The principal was calling to speak with your father and automatically assumed that I was your father when he called. I let him believe that I was."
You could see the panicked stricken look in her face. It was so obvious she was terrified of her predicament.
"I see this may be coming a little clearer to you, dear. It seems that there was a, how shall I say this, a little
incident
. One that your father and mother would be very disappointed to hear about, I'm sure. An incident involving you that would surely crush their loving hearts and would completely devastate them. An incident that would burst their bubble about their "sweet innocent little woman child. Am I right about this, little one?"
She seemed at a loss for words. Her face was bright red. She couldn't believe that Mr. Johnson found out!
"You're not speaking. Has the cat got your tongue, little one? I asked you a question. Do you think that your parents would like to hear about this little discrepancy of yours, Heather?"
He was speaking so gently and sweetly to her about this. He wasn't angry or upset and didn't even seem shocked by it! She was so confused. She was so ashamed that he found out! She knew that she must be bright red from head to toe from embarrassment. "No, Sir. I really don't think that they would like to hear about this at all, Mr. Johnson. I didn't even think that I would have to worry about this at all until their return. My principal, Mr. Frangipani didn't even figure out that you weren't daddy?"
"No, dear. I had him completely convinced that I was your... daddy. Your parents know nothing about this, and I can keep them from finding out about it, with your help. Would you like for them to know nothing of this, little one?"
"Oh yes, Sir!! Very much so, Sir! But I've been suspended from school, Mr. Johnson," She said as the tears began to roll down her cheeks. She was terrified of her parents finding out about what happened AND her suspension from school. "How can my parents not find out about my suspension, Sir? I honestly don't know what to do about it all!" She said through her sobs.
He stood up, walked over and sat next to her. She looked so fragile to him. He couldn't help but take her in his arms and gently wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Calm down my dear little one. Please don't cry. I am sure that you and I can resolve this matter so that everyone ends up pleased with the resolution. Sit up, dry your tears and listen to me carefully, child. As I previously mentioned, Mr. Frangipani and Coach Wilson owe me very large favors. I think that I could possibly get them to reconsider their decision on your suspension... with your help, of course."
She looked up into his eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Johnson." She tucked her legs up underneath her and caught him glancing down at her skirt. "What could I possibly do to help with this? I've made such a mess of things. I don't see how I could possibly help to change their minds, Sir. They were both absolutely furious with me and the boys, Sir."
"Rightfully so, little one. Rightfully so. Do you not agree?"
"Yes I agree, Sir."
He laid his hand on her thigh and gently caressed it, "Now, in order for me to help you, dear you must also help me in return. I need you to first calm down. Would you like something to drink? Some soda, tea or perhaps something stronger, dear?"
"Yes, Sir. But please, let me get it. What would you like, Sir?"
"We can discuss what I would
like
in a moment. However, I would like a scotch on the rocks in the mean time. Make yourself the same. I have a feeling you will be needing it, dear."
"Yes, Sir. Good choice. I enjoy drinking scotch. Promise not to tell my parents?"
"Of course not, dear. I am very good at keeping secrets. The question is, how good are
you
at keeping secrets?"
"When it comes to this... VERY good, Sir!"
"Good girl. Then I shall keep this a secret from your mommy and daddy... and you will also, dear."
"Why do I get the feeling that you mean more than us having a drink, Mr. Johnson," She smiled sweetly as she handed him his drink.
As she sat his drink down he watched her bend over exposing her cleavage and the two soft mounds tightly held by her bra. "Because it is exactly that. Sit down, child. It is time to quit this little social repartee and discuss the matter at hand, so to speak."
She quickly looked up at him and blushed at how he worded that. How much did the principal tell him? Mr. Frangipani must have, had to have, told him everything if he thought he was daddy. She sat down, gently this time, and took a sip of her scotch. She cleared her throat and looked up at him gravely. "Where do you suggest that I begin, Sir?"
"I need you to start from the beginning, little one. I need for you to tell me, in great detail, what exactly happened. I also need for you to, how shall I word this,
show
me some important facts as they actually happened. Do you understand what I am saying here, dear?" She nodded. "Good. Now, once you have told me everything, and it better be
absolutely
everything, I believe that I will then have enough information to go to Mr. Frangipani and Coach Wilson and, well, convince them to drop the suspension. I don't want to go to them and have them mention something to me that you have not informed me of. Do not believe that I am not able to get the suspension dropped for you, as well as having both of them promise that they will NOT inform your mommy and daddy ever about what has happened. Both of them are in great debt to me."
"
Show
you, Sir? I am not sure that I can do exactly that, Sir. There were five boys involved in this, as well as the coach, Sir."
"How about you begin telling me what happened and I will tell you if and when I need you to show me what happened. Fair enough, little one?"
She was beginning to feel a bit uneasy about this whole arrangement. How
much
did he want her to show him? And how could she
possibly
show him ANYthing that happened? She was just too embarrassed about the whole thing. She couldn't believe that she had actually let it go as far as it did! "Very well, Sir. But can you do one thing for me first, Sir?"
