Young Player's plan gets twisted
Pursuer becomes the pursued
All characters are over 18.
Chapter 1
(no sexy bits)
Tonya, I first saw her in the halls of high school three months before graduation. In vocational training I only attended until 12:30 each day, to me senior high was a necessary evil.
I'm not a social butterfly, the quarterback of the football team or an outcast. My plan to endure boring, monotonous, and unchallenging high school included going unnoticed, get my class work in on time and get laid as much as possible.
Formal education was only in the morning thing before heading off to work at a local auto repair place where I've learned to be a mechanic and make decent money. At school, I've learned how to flirt with and date several girls at a time as long as they did not share classes. One girl-one class rule, I called it.
Tonya was not in any of my classes, a year behind me, she was a junior, and new to our school. It made a few enquires and one friend, Robert, knew a bit about her. They had held her back a year because of poor attendance, family drama that spiraled out of control and resulted in Child Protective Services stepping in and placing her in foster care. Our school like so many others is a place full of cliques, and hot looking slut puppy living in a foster home became an instant outcast to all of them.
One thing for sure, my cock stirred every time I saw her strawberry blond hair, tiny waist, blue eyes and free spirit walk by, almost saying fuck you to the whole school. She seemed independent, and confident; in that way we were kindred spirits.
It's almost impossible to flirt up a girl you only see a few seconds a day. I began with a smile every time I saw her and plotted my path between classes to cross face to face. After a few days she smiled back, so I added a "Hi" she added a "Hi" back.
At 18, I was no Casanova, and there was precious seconds to make it from one end of the building, cross paths with her and then divert back to my scheduled class. I stopped her on a Tuesday, introduced myself, and asked for her number. She gave it to me, I walked away beaming.
Over the course of the next week, we talked or texted on the phone. I learned she was on a permanent restriction by the foster parents. Not allowed to date, foster mom's super controlling nature even extended to her husband, Bob, who had some office job.
The home was ruled with an iron fist by Nancy, the foster mom.
Things looked bleak for my conquest of Tonya. If I couldn't get her out of the house, and Nancy controlled everything in the house, I had no clear-cut plan to get Tonya between the sheets.
Tonya kept talking to foster mom, Nancy, about me and working her to allow us to date, eventually Nancy caved, she agreed to have me over for dinner. A chaperoned date inside the house with both fosters there.
I thought this would be a weird and uncomfortable evening, but the hope that I might get a date with Tonya and end up naked in the back seat of my car had me agreeing to it.
I scheduled it on a Thursday night, so as not to tie up my weekend and not be able to get laid elsewhere during the prime time of the weekend. Part of the premise of the "date" was helping Tonya with classwork, a total deception on our part since we had no classes together.
Learning that she aged out of foster care on her 18
th
and her fosters allowed her to stay until she graduated high school as long as she lived by their rules.
I arrived, nervous, not knowing what to expect. Expecting Nancy, the evil foster to open the door in a Nazi uniform with a riding crop. Lol
Tonya opened the door and let me in. An older home. Simply decorated. Unusually plain. The food smelled great, a pot roast with potatoes and navy beans, the unmistakable smell of cornbread baking.
I had pictured Nancy as this mean, stern, controlling woman in her 40s, as common of most parents of the girls I was dipping my wick into. Nance initially disarming, maybe 30-35? I guessed. Bob, her husband, was older, maybe 40 I guessed.
After pleasantries were exchanged, we sat for dinner. We held hands in prayer before the meal, raised in a non-religious family I had never done this, but it was the first time I touched Tonya, holding her hand and sacrilegious or not my 18-year-old dick stirred. Amen to that.
The food good, the cornbread excellent, I had more than my fair share. As expected, I got the third degree of my plans for the future. I explained my interest in cars, my plan on getting a skilled trade job of mechanic so I would make enough money for college.
My plan sat well with Bob, he lamented on finishing high school and getting a college degree. He bragged on himself for allowing Tonya to stay through the end of high school even though the state had stopped paying for her expenses, the normal stuff...
After dinner Bob returned to the living room, sat in his recliner and turned on the TV.
Nancy joined him, and Tonya, and I cleared the table, one of her many chores.
I asked, "Want them in the dishwasher?"
A quick look of panic from Tonya, "No, just stack them here, she doesn't use the dishwasher."
Weird, I thought, but did as requested.
Adjoining the kitchen was a hall leading to the bedrooms.
Tonya's room, the first, contained a simple twin bed, an old-style wood desk, a table lamp and book shelf with a mix of school books and some paperback novels. There's a small dresser with a printer on it and a complete absence of any wall decorations.
I had closed the door upon entering and wondered if bedding her would be possible with the fosters two rooms away. My plan was dashed as we sat at the desk, and the door opened behind us and Nancy said, "the door remains open while you are here,"
She left the door about half open/half closed as she walked back into the kitchen.
Tonya opened a school book to continue the charade We talked quietly, almost a whisper.
"What's with the dishwasher?"
"She won't use it, says it doesn't get the dishes clean. She spends an hour a night hand washing dishes," Tonya explained, rolling her eyes. "If I don't have homework, I have to do them, so I have a lot of homework," she grinned.
The desk was in the corner of the small room between the wall and the twin bed.
I touched her cheek, and we kissed for the first time. Both of us eager with anticipation.
We figured out as long as we heard dishes being washed, we're in the clear. If the water stopped, we had to resume our fake studies. My first night there, she allowed me under her shirt, and she did one good feel of my cock over my pants. Yeah, I would be back.
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Chapter 2
(lead into the sexy bits)
Over the course of the next few weeks, the routine continued. Dinner, stack dishes, make out in the corner of her bedroom. She allowed me to finger her from time to time, and would cum in a few minutes of this play. I think partially because of the taboo nature of breaking Nancy's rules and partially because I am awesome. Lol, just kidding.
In our phone conversations, Tonya had expressed to me her unwillingness to break Nancy's rules for fear of being forced out. Completely understandable, Tonya was under Nancy's control or could be homeless without graduating high school.
