Paula Sailsbury:
‘This is my year,’ Paula thought.
Paula had always been popular. Being pretty, rich, and with a whole lot of confidence gave her opportunities in life that few can boast of. She had always been in the "IT" crowd, now nineteen, and, in her last year, she was determined to dominate. She had really grown into every bit of the woman over the summer, and now, she was going to flaunt it as much as possible.
Paula got out of the BMW car her daddy had bought her—not bad for a first car after passing your test.
Locking the doors while she glanced around, and taking advantage of the fact she was alone, she took a deep breath and reminded herself, ‘This was her year,’ before heading for the front door to the school.
“I bet that is some ride!"
She jumped in surprise and stood at the side of the steps was Jamie Goldsmith.
‘Little dork thinks he can talk to me, Paula Sailsbury,’ she thought as pure contempt built inside her.
“The car,” he nodded, and she followed his signal to her BMW parked across from them.
She turned to go up the steps, slightly annoyed she had paid any attention to him.
“Ballsy of me!"
She found the corners of her mouth turning up in a small smile at his forwardness as she continued up the steps.
“I know, pretty ballsy of me to say it.”
“Damn right,” she retorted.
She forced the smile from her face and became more annoyed. She had given him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence, but she did admire his confidence.
“Nice skirt, by the way,” he said.
Looking down at the grey skirt she had on, It was nothing special, she noted, as it was the same as all the other girls had to wear, but she did appreciate the compliment.
“I liked how it rode up and showed off those legs of yours as you got out of the car.”
“Were you perving on me, creep?” Strangely, she found herself forcing the accusation; she felt she had done so much more than she wanted.
“Absolutely. I mean, you are hot as fuck!” he said smugly.
She blushed at his compliment.
“Ewww,” was the only constructive thing she could think to say.
She didn’t try to go back to the steps behind her, her feet firmly planted where she stood.
“So, that car, did daddy buy it for his naughty, little slut?” he asked, looking at his fingertips
She didn’t know how or when, but she was now a step further from the steps and one closer to him.
“He did.” She looked at him. ‘He is a cocky dork and slightly cute.' She tried to shake the thought from her mind after wondering where that had come from.
“I bet he buys lots of things to keep his dirty, little girl happy.”
She found herself asking if she was a dirty girl.
“Is it a full leather interior?”
“Yes, it is black.”
Again, without knowing how, she had gotten so close to him.
Jamie took a step and was now right beside her, finding herself pleased that he had the confidence to approach her. The gulf in social class should have meant she was out of his league, so it really turned her on that he seemed unfazed by it, so ballsy about it.
“How about you show me the inside?"
‘Presumptuous, little shit,’ She thought. She would never put herself in a situation where people could get the wrong idea.
“Sure.” It left her mouth, but she hadn’t expected it or that she would start to walk towards the car.
She popped the locks open, with a satisfying mechanical sound, with the remote and rounded to the driver’s side. Opening the door and elegantly lowering herself into the car, he was soon in the passenger’s seat beside her.
He reached down and slid his chair back as far as it would go; she had to admit that it was a smooth move.
He reached over between her legs and found the handle for her seat and pushed it back level with his.
“Smooth move," she playfully coyed.
He reached over and kissed her before she could finish. She found it rude that he had the balls to cut her off, in her own car, no less, but she kissed him back. Her tongue probed his mouth as he began to paw and groped her pert tits over her cardigan and shirt.
He broke the kiss, and she watched him in amazement as he unzipped his trousers right in the middle of the car park. He pulled his hard cock free.
“It isn’t going to suck itself, Paula,” he said, "How Ballsy of me to get it out for YOUR pleasure, Paula. After all, it's Ballsy of you to be turned on doing this kind of thing in public."
She looked out the rearview mirror to see if they were alone before eagerly going down on him. She took him deep into her mouth and sucked him hard. She imagined him looking down at the back of her head, her silky, smooth, black hair in a ponytail, waving and flowing as she bobbed her lips over his rock-hard cock.
She was aware of something in the corner of her eye. The phone was clearly on and recording; she winked into the lens and resumed her duties of sucking him while her eyes seduced the camera. She acted the part, the dirty little slut, enjoying the attention.
Paula found herself unbuttoning her shirt, Jamie's hands slipping inside her shirt as she sucked his cock, his grip on her breasts over her white bra firm and hard but not brutal.
Paula found herself unbuttoning her shirt, undressing herself to allow him access, as Jamie's fingers slid beneath her shirt, tracing over her bra, she took hold of her breast, possessively but gently. Her lips moved downward, enveloping him in an intoxicating embrace that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. His grasp on her bosom remained steady, strong enough to convey his dominance without being harsh or cruel. Their passionate encounter stimulated a connection between them, leaving zero room for hesitation and doubt on Paula's behalf. fuelled by the heat of desire for his cock in her mouth and for him to feel her pert tits.