Breath on the Wind by Catherine Johnson Page B

swallow.
     
    “Tonight’s your turn.”
     
    He tried not to outright sputter, and covered it with a cough, but he knew he wasn’t hiding his shock, and absolute fucking delight.
     
    A schoolgirl outfit.  She was wearing a fucking schoolgirl outfit, and it was fucking perfect.  The tight white shirt was half unbuttoned, partly through necessity, because it was too small to contain her breasts, which were covered in almost innocent, white lace.  There was a little frill of a tartan, pleated skirt that ended miles above white knee socks, and the whole thing was topped off with a striped tie, loosely knotted, so that it didn’t obstruct the view, and shiny black shoes with a little strap across the foot.  She’d even tied her hair into messy pigtails, and was biting the corner of her bottom lip, playing coy, as she twirled the end of a pigtail around her finger.
     
    Elmo didn’t speak, but her grin turned downright devilish as she unwound her finger from her hair so that she could slide her hands over her ribs, from just under her breasts, down to the skirt that was so short it was almost a belt.  She teased up the hem, but before Chiz could see anything she turned around.  Looking back over her shoulder at him she ran her palms from her waist over her ass, back to the hem of the skirt.  She pinched the edge of the material between her forefingers and thumbs and raised it, very slowly, until he could see the chaste, white cotton panties she was wearing underneath.
     
    “You horny bitch.”  His voice, breathy and rough with lust, made her laugh.
     
    She dropped her skirt and turned around.  She caught the end of a pigtail and resumed twirling it in her fingers.  “If you say so, Sir.”
     
    Chiz forgot about the prissy neighborhood, the miniature house and the odd way that Elmo’s personality seemed to be completely absent in the place that she lived.  His cock was rock hard and demanding all his attention.  If this was the game she wanted to play, he was more than happy to jump into the role.
     
    “You’ve been a naughty girl.  You better go stand outside the Principal’s office.”  He could hear that her breath caught as her cheeks flushed pink.
     
    He followed her when she left the kitchen, but she only went as far as the sofa in the living room.  She stood next to the end of the uncomfortably square-looking piece of furniture.  Chiz didn’t care if it was filled with bricks.  He’d sit on a bed of nails to get to her, if he had to.
     
    Elmo put the tip of one finger in her mouth, pretending to chew the nail.  “Gee, Sir, I didn’t mean for you to catch me blowing Bobby in the locker room.”
     
    Chiz sat on the sofa.  It wasn’t quite as rigid as it looked.  It’d do.  He caught something out of the corner of one eye.  When he looked down he saw that Elmo had placed the paper sack, still full of its kinky paraphernalia, on the floor.
     
    Chiz sat back on the sofa, feet flat on the floor, knees apart.  He motioned Elmo to stand directly in front of him.  “Come here.”
     
    Elmo moved to the spot he indicated, close, but still almost out of reach.  “Yes, Sir?”
     
    “You’ve been a naughty girl.”
     
    “Yes, Sir.”
     
    “What happens to naughty girls?”
     
    “I don’t know, Sir.”  Her voice wasn’t quite steady, and that made Chiz’s pulse jump.
     
    “They get punished.  Come closer.” 
     
    Elmo stepped forward in between his knees.
     
    Chiz sat up and forward.  He ran his hand from the top of one of the knee socks, up over the side of Elmo’s knee, fingertips teasing the sensitive skin behind the joint, before skimming his palm up her thigh to just under the cheek of her ass.  He repeated the motion in slow circles.
     
    “I didn’t expect to find an Honor student like you, sucking cock in the locker room.”
     
    Elmo stayed silent. 
     
    Chiz stilled his hand at her knee, just moving the tips of his fingers over the skin behind the