As I stood looking in the mirror I analyzed what I saw, really looking at myself.

I was pretty marvellous I suppose, always stood an column inch or two eminent than the ease of the female child in my class, even though I was slim too. I was mostly leg, which I suppose are my best characteristic, my thighs were slightly giving than any other fille of my physical structure shape, not too a lot, it just gave them a nice curve before my hips, very womanly. I worked my way up my body in the mirror, my body hinting only slightly at a hourglass shape digit.

I had small-ish boobs for my age, as the relief of the daughter were wearing bras all the time I could get away without one, my little B cups supported themselves. If it was n't for my long John Brown hair covering my T-shirt then you 'd probably have been able to see my nipples. My fuzz hung a few inches below the bottom of my boobs. It was long flowing and straight naturally with a hint of copper through the brown.

My nervus facialis features on my pale grimace was gentle and almost childlike. I had a heart shaped font with big blue eyes being the most salient feature. My lips always tilted up at one side, creating a permanent saying I can only describe as a smirk. I had a broad keister lip but a slightly thinner on the top.

I suppose I was pretty, I just did not see the attraction boys seemed to ingest these daytime. I had never had an interest in boys, they all seemed so immature and get to, but lately they seemed to have an interest in me.

The bell rang and I snapped out of my close reflexion of myself to pick up my bag and head to class. I met my friends, Amanda and Claire, as I left the toilet. Amanda was similar to myself in body shape, except she was a lot more blessed in the boobage department, her obvious D cups bounce as she walked along beside me. She was a typical schoolgirl, obsessed with renown, so much so she had dyed blonde hair, various piercings and all the fashionable habiliment.

Claire was just about the arctic opposite, at only five metrical unit five she was several inch smaller than me and Amanda. She was also a lot slimmer, I considered myself slim but Claire was naturally midget with gremlin like features including a small pointed horn in and very slight back talk with almost no boobs at all. Her haircloth was short and spiky to mate.

We were all pretty in our own way I realised as we walked to class, my protagonist gossiping between themselves as I stayed quiet. We were heading to English, a class so dull and boring that the two hours we sat there either resulted in a full re-application of realise up or a proper gossiping academic term.

When we entered the room all our classmates were sitting talking between themselves, the instructor sat at his desk looking like he was thinking of 101 agency to wipe out himself. He only looked up slightly as we passed his desk, the minuscule of smiling greeting us.

Mr. Levi was n't really much older than me, he was quite a young teacher, very inexperienced. In fact he was so inexperienced that he could n't handle a course if he wanted to.

He was a very in force looking man, tall with drear lineament. I could imagine a muscley body underneath his dress although I had never seen proof. He had coloured hair and always a messy stubble feeling.

We took our seats in the class, Claire down the front far away from me and Amanda. Being arranged in alphabetic order really sucked. Claire Cunningham was a geographical mile away from Amanda Ivor Armstrong Richards and me, Kelsey Rourke.

We sat up the cover of the socio-economic class painting our nails, going for a recondite purple today to match our uniforms. I hated uniforms, purple tartan skirts and fitted blouses matched with a purple tie were neither well-situated nor stylish.

I had been secretly practicing my flirtation skills the preceding few weeks in English, doing all the things I had read in the powder magazine. Not wanting to hand any of the son in my form imitation hope I resorted to flirting with the one person who probably would n't even detect my feeler, never mind pay any aid or react to them.

Mr Saint Matthew looked over at that item, I caught his eye and kept eye contact for 3,2,1 then turned away. I looked back into my magazine to search at the next steps before completing them.

I got out my butt and walked to the figurehead desk, I leaned over it slightly, looking up at him and whispered in my sexiest voice.

"Can I go to the toilet Mr Matthews ?"

His face blushed red before he replied saying I could go.

I walked out of the course gently wiggling my hips, giggling once I closed the doorway behind me. Well he seemed to have noticed my flirting techniques.

The sleep of the day passed without anything interesting, I went from class to class living in a day dream. All I could think about was the look on Mr Gospel According to Matthew 's face, the feeling of the mogul I held pulsing through my body.

After cheerleading practice me and the girls went to the locker way to get changed, I decided to keep my uniform on and head for the bus, there was one due in ten transactions so I could make it if I rushed.

I shouted my goodbye to the girl as I headed out the construction and out of the school gates. As I was passing the school gates a car drove chisel up behind me. Mr Gospel According to Matthew rolled down the window of his silver medal BMW.

"Your mum not picking you up from school today Kelsey ?"he shouted out the windowpane.

decision making to further my flirting techniques I walked over to the door of the car and leaned rebuff over the incline, showing the little bit of segmentation my pink cheer leading vest gave me.

"No, I had sunshine leading so I told her I 'd get the bus home."I said in my most seductive voice.

He hesitated for a consequence, looking around the car before looking back to me, his eyes flickering down to my breast leaning over the side of his window.

"start in, I 'll run you home."he offered.

I took that as my queue and without even answering I opened the door and slid inside. His car was spacious with cold but comforting pitch-black leather seats. I made myself comfortable after putting my seatbelt on, spreading my legs slightly. The air conditioning blowing a cold picnic up my short pink doll.

Mr Matthews pulled away and made conversation, asking my address and talking about classwork.

I decided this was my prime opportunity to make my relocation. I moved my hand over and traced my finger over his wrist joint, commenting on how nice his watch was. He made a sound I could only depict as primal, a kind of oink.

He did n't impress away or stop me so I let my helping hand linger around his. He kept his eyes firmly on the route.

"There is a brusk cut down here, take this left down the country road"I told him. He looked anxious but followed my instructions. The trees at either side of the road made it darker but outside and inside the car.

I let go of his hand and shifted in my hind end, knowing we were only minutes from the cut off to my family. I lay back a bit further and spreading my ramification unfastened. I started to run my leg up and down my second joint but his eyes stuck straight to the road, not even glancing in my direction.

I signed heavily trying to catch his attention as I pushed up my skirt slightly and traced my finger along the note of my blench pink bloomers. I thought for a second his middle flickered towards me but I could n't be sure.

I continued run my finger around my pussy, the only thing separating my finger and the slippery pink flesh of my snatch was my thin pantie. I rubbed gently through them, separating my outer mouth and pushing in, creating a bed of dampness I could find. The cotton fiber drawers becoming moist and light to maneuver. I started to pull them to the side but stopped abruptly when I hear the aloud phone of the horn gust through the car. He had pulled over to the incline of the road without me noticing and sounded the horn to get my attention. I looked over to him, trying to draw out my most seductive face but it did n't last-place tenacious. I studied him up and down, the buldge of his cock clearly straining his trousers, I smiled before I looked up into his typeface. His reflexion was wild and as he stopped staring at me he turned to look out of the windowpane and said quietly"Get out of the car, you can walk from here."

Not wanting to press him over the border I unfastened my seat belt and got out of the car, bending over slightly in the process as I exited the car.

I knew this was far from over but I just had to chance out how far it could go .