I strayed over to where she was hiding, school was finished and I felt like being a prick. I walked right up to the entrance to the hiding spot, being inconspicuous so as not to draw attention but obvious enough to annoy Jenna.
“Hey Jenna, whatya doin’?,” I said in the most annoying, obtuse tone of voice that I could muster.
“Fuck off,” came an angry whisper from the bush. Yep, this is going to be fun.
“Remember when we used to play in here, you know, in grade 6.”
“Go away, they’ll see you,” she said in a more desperate voice. “Just go, please.”
I dropped down to my knees and crawled into the hide-out. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”
She glared. “You’re such a retard,” she hissed.
“Oh, ok… sorry… I’ll go then,” I said in a loud voice.
She gabbed my wrist and held me back. “It’s too late now. Just shut up and stay here. If they see you, I’m fucked.”
Normally Jenna is such a drama queen, but, for the first time I though she actually might be in some real trouble. “What did you do this time?” She didn’t answer, but I could see a wad of cash bundled in her hand. Neither her t-shirt nor mini-shirt gave her anywhere to stash it.
“School raffle?”
“If they catch me, they’ll kick me out. Mum will kill me. Don’t make a noise until the teachers stop looking.”
“You didn’t really think this one out, did you?” I said. “No pockets, too many teachers and a hiding space you barely fit in. I suppose we’re a lot bigger than we used to be when we used to play truth or dare in here.”
“Stop saying that, dork… that was years ago… and there was plenty of space before you came.”
“Ok, I’ll go then,” I said, raising my voice. The panic in her eyes made it so worthwhile.
“Just sit and shut up.” Jenna crawled forward to look between two branches. As she got a better view of the teachers, I got a better view of just how much she’d grown up. Her skirt had ridden up, giving me a full view of her knickers. Her bum was just glorious. The mound of her crotch looked so hot with the skull and cross bone motif of her undies. As she edged forward, her hips rolls from side to side. I was torn between wanting her as a woman and missing her as my childhood friend.
Fuck it, I though to myself, and reached forward to caressed her buttocks.
“What the…” she snapped.
I held a finger to my lips. “Shhhh”. One of the teachers was close by. She wriggled her bottom to throw off my hand, but she could do much without making noise. I continued to caress those sweet cheeks; the more she wriggled the hornier it made me. The teacher was lingering just in front of the bush. Just how far can I take this? I moved one of my hands to her crotch – she flinched. As she glared at me, I used the other hand to do a silent “Shh”.
I started with broad strokes across her mound, tracing around her lips, up to her pubic area and then drew a single finger slowly down the middle. She mouthed “Stop it” to me, but I responded with another “Shh” gesture.
Jenna lived in the house next to mine. Some times I would wait for hours to catch a glimpse of her going to bed, or changing or making out with her boyfriend. There have been so many lonely Saturday nights spent watching her dress for a party and wanking to the sight of her changing. But now, I was touching her in ways I had only dreamed.
Slowing moving my fingers around her crotch, I started to feel her body rocking in time. I could feel her relax her hips, drop her body down slightly and open her legs slightly. None of this showed on her face – that just showed anger and indignation.
The teacher was now standing just a few metres away. I could smell cigarette smoke wafting from his direction. That gave me perhaps a minute or less. Before Jenna knew what I was doing, I moved my hands up to her hips and pulled her panties down to her knees. Now she really was furious, she kicked me as hard as she could.
I made as if I was about to get up, blowing her cover in the process. The threat worked, she settled down again. The kick certainly hurt, but it was worth it. Her legs were now further apart. Her beautiful cunt was facing me. She was hairier that I though she would be – I must watch too much porn, not everyone is shaved. I resumed my finger exercises, but this time I started parting her lips, probing through her veils and feeling her wetness.