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 Turning Over a New Leaf by Oblivion

   The last scene faded to black and the credits started to roll up the
screen, I shifted forward, getting ready to get out of my seat.  The hand
holding mine tightened, not what I'd expected.  I knew that things had gone
well, but never dreamed they'd gone 'that' well.  I glanced over at Cindy
and she was looking back at me, a slight smile on her lips.  Dan, on the
other side of her, looked like he didn't have a clue about what was
happening.  I squeezed Cindy's hand back and stood up and without a single
glance back she followed me out to the isle and we walked out of the
theater hand in hand.

   It was my first day in a new school.

   It was not turning out like I had thought it would, not even close.

   I stoped in the small lobby and turned to face Cindy.  The other
students were chattering away as they passed, most taking in the sight of
the "new" guy, wondering what he would be like.  The girls all seemed to be
calculating something as they passed, the guys, just looked bored, I didn't
look like a jock.

   "You know," I said as the kids passed by, "I have to warn you, I'm
probably the guy your mother warned you about."

   "Huh?"

   "Well, you know, how your mom has told you for years that there are guys
out there that will do...  well, things she wouldn't approve of.  Well, I'm
that guy."

   "Nope, I don't believe that, you're nice." To make her point she wrapped
her arm around mine and pulled me closer.  The heat of her body warmed my
arm as she led us back into the school proper.  The day was over and all
that was left was waiting for the busses to take most of us home.  Me, my
mom would be here soon to get my sister and I since we were still in a
motel until the deal on the house went through.

   I took a last look back as we were passing through the doors out of the
theater and saw Dan just standing, looking like a lost puppy.

   Cindy pulled me down the first corridor and stopped at what was
obviously her locker.

   "This one's mine, did they get you one yet?"

   "Yeah, it's right down here." I said as I pointed down the same hall. 
Instead of letting me head down the hall she pulled me closer.

   She didn't exactly let go of me as she spun the dial on her locker but
the pressure eased some.  I hadn't felt like she'd been holding me 'that'
tight until the pressure did ease.  In moments she had gotten her coat out
and handed it to me, and of course I took it and held it out for her to put
on, just like I'd been taught.  She flipped her long hair out of the
collar, right into my face, dark, shinny, silky, warm and floral scented.
Honeysuckle.  And vanilla.

   Her backpack was next and the locker door slammed shut as she then led
me towards my locker.

   "Which one?" she asked.

   "447."

   She stepped in front of me as we got to it, looked at me and cocked her
head a bit to the right.

   "16-48-17."

   A quick nod and she was spinning the dial.

   Once open she handed me my coat and while I put it on she found my
schedule card and looked it over.

   "Damn," she whispered.

   I figured she wasn't happy that we probably didn't have any classes
together.  Hell, I didn't like my schedule, the rest of my school life was
going to boring as hell.  I figured the only class I 'might' even like
would be Chorus since I liked to sing.  The rest were just place holders to
make me sit in a classroom.  I'd been told, quite firmly, that I was not
eligible for "any" of the "Honors" classes.  And since this was about as
close to hicksville as you could get, that meant nothing but the three R's
for the next year and a half.

   "It's that bad?" I asked.

   "Well, kind of," She said looking the schedule over.  "Franks, here for
English is just a plain faced bitch," She told me pointing at my second
period class.  "Lyons is good, and so is Huddert, but the rest are just
boring."

   "Well, what about Decker." I asked.

   "Hmm, don't really know, she's new this year and she seems OK, but it's
just chorus, it's not like they do anything."

   I could just imagine it, a hick town chorus with a handful of church
girls singing hymns.  Just my luck.

   "Why did they put you chorus anyway?"

   "My mom told them I liked to sing when they were trying to figure out
how to fill my requirements." I shrugged my shoulders and slipped my coat
on.

   "So, which bus are you on?" Cindy asked as she took my hand and started
pulling me down the hall.

   "Don't know yet, we won't be able to move in for at least a week.  We're
at the Ho'Jo for now."

   "Oh, that's too far to walk, how will you get there?"

   "My mom will be here around 4:30, she's picking up my sister over at the
middle school fist."

   "Good," came an almost squealed cry, "I'll take the late bus then and we
can hang out." The smile on her face bore a striking resemblance to a smirk
at that point.  Then she started pulling me back down the hall.

   I couldn't help but laugh a little at that.

   I resisted her pull just enough to make her work to keep us moving for a
few seconds and she turned her head to look back at me.  Just as she did I
relaxed my grip and took a long step forward, suddenly she was losing her
balance and desperately scrambling for something to grab.  I kept her from
falling by jerking on her arm fairly hard which also pulled her right up to
me, hard.  My other arm wrapped around her, also pulling her in tight.

   A stifled cry rose from her but cut off quickly as she found her face
just below mine.  She was breathing hard, her eyes wide, as she clung to
me.

   "Why?" She barely breathed to me.

   "I warned you, I'm not as nice as you think I am," I whispered in her
ear.

   "I don't believe you."



   I chuckled and slipped my left hand between us finding her right breast.
My finger found her hard nipple even through her blouse and bra and I
circled it several times before letting my hand fall away and pushed her
back a little.

   "Is that so?"

   Her face was flushed and she was still breathing a bit hard.

   "Maybe..." was the best she could do right then.

   I looked at my watch, 2:45, a little under two hours to kill.

   "So, what's next?" I asked.

   "Uh...  when's your mom gonna be here?"

   "4:30 or so."

   "Well, everyone usually waits at the front doors." She seemed a lot more
timid now.

   "Is that where you want to go then?"

   "No!" Her response was very quick, which surprised me.

   "Then...?"

   She grabbed my hand and started leading back towards the theater.  "Come
on."

   I followed but not as fast as she seemed to want me to.  She looked back
at me several times in the few minutes it took to get to the end of the
hall.

   At the intersection she pulled me close and whispered in my ear.  "I
have to pee, wait here." Then started off.

   I didn't let go of her hand so she stopped.

   "What?" She asked with a puzzled look on her face.

   I pulled her back, not "close" but almost.

   "Give me your coat and backpack."

   "Why?"

   "Because."

   "Because?"

   "Yup, because."

   "OK," she said as she set her backpack on the floor next to me and
shrugged out of her coat.  She stood there a moment just looking at me
before turning to leave again.  Again, I stopped her.

   "What?"

   "I was wondering, do you always dress this nice for school?"

   She was wearing a blue Tartan skirt with a cream and white short sleeved
blouse with blue piping and lace trim, white knee high socks and black
flats completed her look.

   "No," she said meekly, "not every day."

   "So, why today?"

   "Well, I had plans and..."

   "Oh, what plans?"

   "Just..."

   "Shhh...  it's OK," I said as I took her hand and pulled her closer
again.  "Now," I continued, "before you come back out, take off your
panties and bra."

   "What!"

   "You heard me, take off your panties and bra, then come back."

   "But..."

   "Are you going to, or not?"

   She hesitated, "Yes."

   I smiled at her.

   "But, what do..."

   "Your choice, either give them to me when you get back or throw them
away.  Now go."

   I let her hand go and she stood there a moment before turning and
heading into the girls bathroom just around the corner.

   It took her almost ten minutes to come back, she had her underwear
balled up in one hand, trying her best to hide them from anyone who might
still be around.  As I saw her I picked up my backpack and opened it and
she shoved them inside with a sigh.

   "Better?" I asked as I looked her over.  The only noticeable difference
I could see was that her hard nipples just barely tented the front of her
blouse.

   She nodded her head.

   "Good, still think I'm a nice guy?"

   "Ahh...  yes."

   "You sure?"

   The blank look on her face was priceless.

   "Wait, don't answer," I told her as I offered her her coat.  It was
long, just below her knees, with a high collar.  It was a dark Tan with
toggles and loops instead of buttons.  I started closing it as she stood
there but stopped just before getting to her waist and reached inside.  It
took only a second for me to find the zipper on her side and run it down,
then I unbuttoned it and let the skirt fall around her feet.

   "Hey!"

   "Shhh..."

   I knelt and guided her feet from out of her skirt then picked it up,
folded it and put it in her backpack.

   "Now?"

   She stood there, now in nothing more than her blouse, coat and socks and
shoes.  "I...  I don't know..."

   "Time will tell, won't it?" I knelt in front of her again, this time I
opened her coat a little to look at her pussy.  Her bush was thick and
curly.  Her clit still managed to poke it's little head through the dark
forest though.

   "Has anyone ever licked your pussy?" I asked, breathing into the nest of
hair.

   "N...  No."

   "That's a shame."

   I leaned close and nuzzled my nose into her bush and breathed in her
scent.  Clean with just the faint hint of arousal.  I touched her left leg
and pushed a little, she responded by opening her legs a bit.

   "mmm...  better," I said and I raised my hand to her crotch and slid the
side of my index finger along her pussy.  I felt her shudder as I did.

   "Like?" I asked.

   "Mm hmm..."

   "Am I still a nice guy?"

   "Nice..." She breathed.  But I doubted that it was a real response to my
question.

   I added my middle finger to the action and for the next couple of
minutes I savored the growing aroma that wafted out from under her coat
while my fingers got steadily wetter.  Then I turned my hand and cupped her
pussy still keeping the same sawing motions going.  Now most of the
pressure on her pussy was from my middle finger and it was thoroughly wet.

   "Nice?" I asked.

   "Yeah." She breathed again.

   I started standing then and when my hand started to slip from between
her legs she rose up on her toes to follow, then outright grabbed my arm to
keep my fingers from leaving her wet pussy.

   I responded by curling my middle finger and sliding it deeper to find
her vagina.  When it did I ran my finger around the opening, circling it
several times before slipping into the hole.

   "Ohhh..." was her only response.

   Movement at the end of the hall caught my eye and I glanced up.  There
was a group of girls there, until they noticed I was looking that is, then
they scrambled to get out of sight.  I chuckled.

   I guess that noise woke Cindy back up a little.

   "What?"

   "Oh, not much, we had an audience there a bit ago."

   "What?" Cindy jerked upright pulling my hand out from under her coat. 
She went to turn around but I quickly held her shoulders so she couldn't.

   "Why?" She asked.

   "Do you really want them to see your pussy?" I asked back.

   "Ohhh..." she whispered, "...thank you."

   "Now, back to the question at hand," I said as I took the hand that had
just been between her thighs and brought the most offending finger to just
under her nose, "am I still a nice guy?"

   "uh...  maybe yes, maybe no?"

   Hmm, not very decisive are you?"

   "Yes I am." she replied.

   "Not from what I've seen." I ran my smelly fingers over her lips a few
times then started forcing them past, into her mouth.  She resisted only a
moment then let them in.

   "Suck them." I told her.

   She complied, of course, but seconds later her tongue joined the action,
flickering between my fingers, cleaning away all traces of her own juice.

   "More?" I asked.

   She nodded her head and her lips released my fingers.  I trailed them
down the front of her coat and slid them back between her legs.  She didn't
resist at all.  I slipped them back between the folds of her pussy and
added a third finger.  Now I could cover almost all of her and easily slip
my middle finger back up that sloppy hole.  As I worked my finger into her
my thumb found her clit and I worked it as well.  From her reaction I
didn't think anyone, least of all her, had ever touched it before.  It tore
a harsh but hushed groan from her lips and she shuddered, hard.

   "Me thinks she likes this," I whispered.

   "Ohhh, yeeeeah," she groaned.

   "Hmm...  I think we have some interesting thing to explore, don't we?"

   "Yes...  let's explore..." I wasn't at all sure she was remembering
where we were in that moment.

   I pulled my sloppy fingers back out of her pussy and offered them to
her. She almost attacked them in her eagerness to have the taste back in
her mouth.

   I check my watch while she was sucking and licking them clean again. 
3:12 Still over an hour left.  I looked past Cindy and the group of girls
was back, they didn't pull back out of sight this time.

   "Cindy?"

   She released my fingers.  "What?"

   "I think your friends want to talk to you." I nodded my head towards the
end of the hall.

   "Oh!" Her head jerked around as far as it could as her face turned
almost beet red.

   "Cindy..." I put my hands on her shoulders, it got her attention and she
faced me again.  "calm down, they haven't seen anything."

   There was still panic in her eyes but it was fading.

   "Are you sure?" she whispered.

   "I am.  I made sure."

   "Ok."

   "Go," I told her, "go talk to them." I was closing and securing her
coat.

   "Ok..." She still looked a bit scared but I gave her a little push and
she went.

   As she got to the group of girls hands grabbed her and pulled her around
the corner.  I leaned against the wall and waited, thinking.

   I had hated the idea of moving.  Of leaving the life I had.  Of leaving
all my friends.  But the reality was that I didn't really have that many
friends.  Maybe three, really, and one of them had moved away the year
before.  We were still friends, but I could tell it was fading away, that
friendship, the hours of shared time, of shared experience and ideas.  He'd
been my best friend, now we barely knew each other.

   I squatted down and grabbed my backpack, found a notebook and wrote for
a while, just a note really, about what it felt like here, how much it
hurt...

   I couldn't keep at it though, so a few minutes later I was checking out
Cindy's backpack.  Nothing I didn't expect for a girl, except for the
tampons.  I figured most girls would be using pads, like my sister.  On a
whim I transferred her skirt to my pack.

   About twenty minutes after she left Cindy came around the corner.  She
looked better so I guessed that she hadn't been caught half naked under her
coat, or been seen sucking my juicy fingers.

   "Hi," she whispered."

   "Am I still a nice guy?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I think so."

   "Are they satisfied?"

   "Who?"

   "Your friends, of course."

   "Yeah, for now...  I guess."

   She was leaning against the wall with me, staring at the opposite wall.

   "Why me?" I asked.

   `You weren't playing games..."

   "You wanted to seduce Dan, didn't you?"

   "Yeah, I liked him."

   "And now..."

   She shrugged her shoulders.

   It was closing in on 4:00 by my watch.  "Do you want more..."

   "Yeah..." There was a longing in her voice.

   "Ok, give me your blouse then."

   "What?" She was definitely a bit shocked.

   "Your blouse, give it to me."

   "Here?  Now?"

   "If you want, or go back to the bathroom, your choice." I told her.

   She dithered a few moments then stood straight and undid her coat.  She
pulled one arm free and then unbuttoned her blouse.  Her legs were spread
about shoulder width and her pussy was clearly visible.  Her coat kept
starting to fall off her shoulder but she just managed to keep it in place.
Once her blouse was open she struggled to get her arm free, it wasn't
working.  I was getting a lot of peeks of her breasts.

   "Help, please..." she asked softly.

   I stepped closer and gave her the resistance she needed to pull her arm
out without losing her coat.  A minute later she was handing me her blouse.

   I took it and knelt down to put it in my backpack.

   "Yours?" She questioned.

   "Yep, I already have your skirt."

   "But..."

   "You'll figure something out."

   "Jeeze..."

   "Don't worry, I'll give them back tomorrow."

   "A lot of help that'll do." She said in an exasperated voice.

   "You wanted more, didn't you...?"

   "Yeah, of ..."

   "Your pussy being played with."

   "Yeah..."

   "So, come over here."

   She stepped closer, right over the top of her backpack, her feet a
little wider apart than before.  Her coat was hanging open, her body on
display for me.

   From the low position I was in I reached up and fondled her breasts for
a minute, tweaking her hard nipples a few times, she shivered with each
tweak, then I went back to playing with her wet pussy.  A few minutes later
I was back standing in front of her and feeding her her own juice again. 
She was smiling each time my fingers dropped down for a fresh coating.

   When I glanced at my watch again it was almost twenty after 4:00, so
after letting her clean my fingers a last time I started closing up her
coat.

   She groaned again, it was playful though this time.

   "My mom will be here soon," I explained.

   "I know, you told me."

   With her coat closed up you couldn't tell she was naked underneath.  It
gave me more ideas though and I think she saw some of them in my eyes.  But
she giggled a bit.

   "Feeling better?" I asked.

   "Yeah, but it's strange too."

   "You'll get used to it."

   "What?"

   "Oh, you didn't think this a one time thing, did you?"

   "Well..."

   "Not thinking very far ahead, are we?"

   I handed Cindy her backpack and grabbed mine and started for the front
doors of the school.  She quickly caught me and took my hand.

   "You're still a nice guy." she whispered in my ear.