What naughty teenager hasn't ditched from school? It's safe to say at least 60% of teenagers ditch once in their life. Now out of those, who gets caught? Lets say 50%. I was no different.
In fact, I was in the kitchen, around noon, fixing myself a drink during a commercial break from Tosh. 0 and didn't hear my step-father's car pull into the garage. I had poured Pepsi Wild Cherry into a cup and was adding a splash of Malibu coconut rum when the door open and I froze. Quickly, I screwed the cap on, putting the bottle away before turning to hide, but there was no point. I was caught.
"What the hell are you doing home?"
I grimaced hearing my step fathers voice, and sighed. I wasn't going to bow my head down and let him win. No way. Instead I turned to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. "What does it look like?" I demanded.
"It looks like you are half naked, standing in the kitchen rather then in uniform at school, stupid." he stated walking into the kitchen. He stopped in front of me and narrowed his hazel eyes down at me. He opened his mouth to say something, when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" He turned away from me and then stopped. I could hear the automated tone telling him I was absent from school today, and cringed. He looked at me again and shook his head. "You know your mother is going to hear about this!" He snapped slamming his phone onto the counter.
I have one of those moms who will threaten to send you to boarding school, and will actually do it. No kidding. Bon voyage. If there was anyone I was afraid of, it was my mother.
"No, please! Please be cool man!" I cried out nearly in tears, and stepped to him, grabbing his arm. "Please don't tell her, Steve!" I begged and looked up at him. "I... I'll...I'll do all the lawn work!" I blurted without thinking that we had a gardener who did the job which he reminded me off and shook me off.
"I'll wash your car for a month!" I said which he promptly reminded me of his membership with an expensive carwash company.
"I'll..." I had to think of something good. What could I give him? I thought and then it came to me. Though I was a little reluctant to the thought I mean any teenage girl would be but it was either this or face my mothers rage and being grounded.
"I'll suck you off, and masturbate for you." I told him blocking him from going down the hallway. His eyes raised up to look at me instead of the floor and he smirked. Well... That certainly got his attention.
"What good would you masterbating do for me?" He asked now crossing his arms. "Is that what the boys want these days?" He chuckled shaking his head as he undid his tie and moved to go around me and up the stairs, but I wasn't letting that happened and dropped to my knees, unbuckling his pants before he could stop me.
"Hey! Knock it off!" He shouted and attempted to pull up his pants as he moved around me. I narrowed my eyes and raced in front of him, pulling my shirt off mid run and then tripped him, straddling him when he turned from his stomach onto his back.
"I'll fuck you." I told him, pinning him down to the carpet floor, watching his eyes widen as they fastened on to my small perky tits."You'd want that right?" I asked pushing aside every voice in my head telling me to stop or not do this. "All guys want sex. Right?" I asked and moved my hips awkwardly against his small growing erection.
"I told you to knock-" He began and I covered his mouth with my hand and closed my eyes as a moan slipped past my lips.
If I got him hard enough, surely he would cave, right? I thought and whimpered as the swell of his cock rubbed against my panty covered clit. I froze and moaned trembling on top of him, and when I opened my eyes, his were focused on me. I slowly uncovered his mouth and apologized bitting my bottom lip. I... I wasn't doing this right... The pure reason I don't have boys tripping over themselves to be with me, or even looking at me.
I'm beautiful. Seriously. Long brown hair blue eyes, small waist but curvy... Nice small but round perky butt... Sexually I was appealing... God why did I think I could seduce Steve of all people. He was a sever hard ass at times, and he would probably never let this go.
"Well now you've done it." He said a bit upset but there was an edge to his voice that said he wasn't, nonetheless it snapped me out of my own thinking.
It was then he rolled on top of me, stood up and grabbed my hair forcefully pulling me into the room. I cried out grabbing my head and begged him to let me go, demanding to know what he was going to do and then I was over his knees on the bed.