Go and get her
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| - | You walk into the girls locker room and | + | You walk into the girls locker room and Sara is all alone. |
| - | [[Have | + | She is reapplying lipstick and looks over and sees you. |
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| + | "Hey there," she says,"what ya doing in the girls locker room." | ||
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| + | "I was thinking about what happened earlier, and I am a little embarrassed," you tell her "just wanted | ||
| + | to apologize about it." | ||
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| + | "No need go apologize darling," she said. Her words rolled off her tongue with a soft southern accent. | ||
| + | "I have not been able to stop thinking about it," she said, "I was hope for a chance to see it again." | ||
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| + | Sweat started to bead up on your forhead. Hands clammy. "H-How bout n-now," you stuttered a bit. | ||
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| + | "Your really cute," she says, "how about now, lets ditch class?" She tilted her head and slowly brushed her hair over her ear. | ||
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| + | "Really, OK, how about the stall?" You told her. | ||
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| + | "I like that idea," she says with a smile, "follow me." | ||
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| + | She grabs your hand and leads you into the handicapped stall. | ||
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| + | What do you do now? | ||
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| + | [[Have Sarah give you a blowjob]] | ||
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| + | [[Fuck Sarah right in the titty]] | ||
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| + | [[Category: Another Day At School...]] | ||
Current revision as of 09:59, 7 August 2014
You walk into the girls locker room and Sara is all alone. She is reapplying lipstick and looks over and sees you.
"Hey there," she says,"what ya doing in the girls locker room."
"I was thinking about what happened earlier, and I am a little embarrassed," you tell her "just wanted to apologize about it."
"No need go apologize darling," she said. Her words rolled off her tongue with a soft southern accent. "I have not been able to stop thinking about it," she said, "I was hope for a chance to see it again."
Sweat started to bead up on your forhead. Hands clammy. "H-How bout n-now," you stuttered a bit.
"Your really cute," she says, "how about now, lets ditch class?" She tilted her head and slowly brushed her hair over her ear.
"Really, OK, how about the stall?" You told her.
"I like that idea," she says with a smile, "follow me."
She grabs your hand and leads you into the handicapped stall.
What do you do now?
