I first saw "all-day condoms" in a drug store back when I was eleven. I had absolutely no idea what they were for. Don't get me wrong, even back then I knew what condoms are for: preventing pregnancy (hell, even idiots know that), but "all-day condoms"? Despite not knowing, I sure as hell wasn't about to ask somebody and end up looking like a fool.

After a while I had completely forgotten about seeing the "all-day condoms."

***

Then I began my freshman year of high school. My English teacher, Ms. Nielson, had started teaching right after graduating college back in the spring. She was twenty-three and hot. Actually "hot" doesn't even begin to describe her, "really hot"...well perhaps I should get more specific. She was five-foot seven and probably weighed about 125 pounds; with perfectly curved long legs, a nice round butt that jiggled just the right amount when she walked, a flat tummy, huge double-D breasts, a long slender neck, full red lips, a smallish nose, piercingly bright blue eyes, and long blonde hair. I guess you could say she was the living embodiment of the girl most guys have wet-dreams about.

Anyway, on the Wednesday of the second week of school, Ms. Nielson dropped the caulk board eraser. That particular day she was wearing a fairly tight mid-calf length skirt and high heeled shoes, making it impossible for her to squat down to pick up the eraser...she had to bend at the waist. And that would have been fine, except for the fact that her back was towards us when she bent over: showcasing her magnificent ass to the entire room perfectly. Making it better (or worse, depending on how you choose to look at things), I had a front row seat, literally.

As usual my dick had been hard from the moment I sat down in my chair in English class...and getting that "show" was enough to push me over the edge. I felt my butt cheeks tighten in my pants. I did my best to suppress what I knew was coming: I tried thinking about disgusting things like diarrhea, the smell of skunk spray and rotten eggs, vomiting... It actually worked for a little while: it took a good ten, or twelve, seconds for my balls to draw up under my dick. At that point I knew I was going to shoot my load in my pants no matter how hard I tried not to. So figuring I might as well enjoy it, I thought about Ms. Nielson's incredible ass. And, bam, like that I felt my dick throbbing as my thirteen-year-old cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. A second later the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, white, sperm-laden cum spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick into my underpants. A second later another spurt of my cum joined the first, already soaking into the fabric of my underpants. Some fifteen seconds later, after ten big spurts, my orgasm died down: my dick rapidly deflating in my cum soaked underpants.

Knowing that the cum I had just shot would soak through the thin fabric of my underpants and make a wet spot on my jeans in no time; I asked to use the bathroom. Thankfully Ms. Nielson excused me. I practically ran to the nearest boys' room. By the time I was in a stall with the door latched behind me, I could see the beginnings of a wet spot forming on the front of my jeans. Quickly pulling my jeans down to my knees, I was shocked to see that the entire front of my underpants was soaked through and through. More concerned about my jeans; I sopped up as much of the moisture on both the inside and outside of them as I could with toilet paper. Once I concluded that I wasn't going to be able to get the front of my jeans any drier, I turned my attention to my completely soaked underpants. Realizing I'd been in the boys' room too long already, I pulled off my jeans, then removed my cum soaked underpants. I put my jeans back on and threw my cum soaked underpants into the trash can, before returning to English class.

Nobody seemed to notice my in-class orgasm, or that I wasn't wearing any underpants the rest of the day: thank god.

***

The next day at lunch I had just sat down at a table in the cafeteria when Rip Snorting (the school's biggest jerk/jock and captain of the football team) sat down next to me. He was a senior, and I didn't play football: why the hell had he sat with me? "Heard what happened to you yesterday in English," he bluntly said. Now I understood: he had sat with me so he could make fun of me. For a second I thought about ignoring him, but figuring that might piss him off: I replied, "Oh yeah..."

"Yup," he said. Strangely there didn't seem to be any malice or contempt in his voice...

"So?" I asked.

"Yeah, well..." he said as he glanced around, "...same thing happened to me two years ago when Ms. Jackson started teaching." I couldn't believe it: Rip Snorting was actually being nice to me.

"Okay," I replied between bites of my sandwich.

Rip sat a small box on the table. I glanced at it: the label read, "Legionnaires All-Day Condoms, twelve pack." I had no idea how to respond.

"Put one on every day before English. If it happens again, these'll contain the mess and you won't have to run to the bathroom..." Rip explained.

"Thank you," I said in a grateful tone, before adding, "never knew what these were for before."

Rip gave me a half nod as he swallowed a bite of his sandwich, before saying, "Neither did I until somebody told me..."

Rip and I ended up sitting together for the rest of lunch talking about hot teachers and hot girls...

***

On Friday I decided to give the all-day condoms a try. Since English was my second class of the day; I just stopped at the boys' room when I got to school and put on one of the all-day condoms, making sure to pull the strap at the open end under and behind my balls; per the instruction on the back of the box.

It felt kinda weird having my soft dick in the latex pouch of the condom during the first period. But when I got to English and saw Ms. Nielson my dick instantly inflated inside the all-day condom. Considering what Ms. Neilson was wearing (an above-the-knee length navy blue skirt, a white sleeveless V-neck top, and black open toe high heels) I was glad I had put on an all-day condom.

I wasn't sure why, but for some reason I wanted to test the all-day condom: to see if it would do like Rip had said. I started daydreaming about some of the hot teaches and hot girls Rip and I had talked about at lunch the previous day. When the caulk screeched across the black board I quickly snapped back to reality. Seeing Ms. Nielson standing there in the front of the class room I began to wonder what color bikini she'd look best in. When I pictured her in a red bikini my butt cheeks tighten in my pants. I knew I was about to have an orgasm in class for the second time in a week, but this time I had an all-day condom on: so I just let it happen and continued thinking about Ms. Nielson wearing a red bikini. My balls drew up under my dick, which began throbbing as my thirteen-year-old cum began surging up the little tube on its underside. A second later the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, white, sperm-laden cum spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick; erupting into the little pouch at tip of the all-day condom I had on. A second later another spurt of my cum joined the first, followed by another, and another...

Ten second passed: my dick began deflating, but remained in the all-day condom... I didn't feel any moistness anywhere in my pants area. The head of my dick felt wet, though: clearly it was acting like a stopper and keeping the cum I had just shot into the all-day condom inside it.

Rip was right: all-day condoms were the perfect solution to Ms. Nielson's hotness!

***

At lunch Rip once again sat with me. When I told him about how well the all-day condom had worked he just smiled. He surprised me by asking, "You have one on now?" "Yup," I replied with confidence: there were, after all, a lot of hot girls and a number of hot teachers in the school.

Rip smiled again, and practically yelled, "Samantha: over here." OH MY GOD: it was Samantha Stone. She was easily the hottest girl for a hundred miles in any direction...and not only did she sit down at the same table as me; she sat down next to me! "So you're the guy Rip was telling me about," she half asked / half commented.

"That's him," Rip said matter-of-factly.

A moment later her hand was on my lap! She began moving her hand around: making my dick inflate inside the all-day condom I had on. After a few seconds of her groping my crotch area, she asked, "What's a matter; don't you like me?"

"Touch her: she wants you to feel her up," Rip whispered into my ear. I didn't need to be told twice: a fraction of a second later my hand was on the bare skin of her upper thigh. I slipped my fingers in through the tight leg-hole in her short-shorts and was astonished to feel more warm soft skin...some of it was even moist!

"Is that your..." I whispered to Samantha.

Samantha giggled, "I hate pantie lines: so I don't wear any..." The combination of the physical stimulation she was giving me, the knowledge that my fingertips were brushing up against her pussy, her extreme hotness, and hearing her say she didn't wear panties put me over the edge. For the second time that day, my butt cheeks tightened in my pants. An instant later my balls drew up under my dick. My thirteen-year-old cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. A second later the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, white, sperm-laden cum spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick; erupting into the little pouch at tip of the all-day condom that was wrapped around my dick. A second later another spurt of my cum joined the first, followed by another, and another...

"Ou, I like you," Samantha said. She never stopped moving her hand around on my lap: keeping my dick fully inflated inside the cum-filled all-day condom until the end of the lunch period.

A few minutes before the bell rang at the end of lunch period Samantha asked, "Know where the dressing rooms for the auditorium are?"

"Off the hallway to the stage door, right?" I replied.

"That's right," she said softly before whispering in my ear, "Meet me in room number two after school..." I almost didn't believe what she'd just said.

"Today?" I asked.

"No, two months from now..." she said with a giggle. She paused, taking a breath before definitively saying, "...of course today."

***

I replaced the all-day condom after lunch. I did my best to concentrate during the last four periods of the day: not an easy task after my encounter with Samantha at lunch and her invitation to meet her after school. Those four classes seemed to go on forever: I guess it was just the anticipation of what Samantha had planned for me...

***

The minute the last class had ended I literally ran to my locker and put all my things in it, before running to the dressing rooms for the auditorium. My fingers were little more than an inch from the handle on the door to `Dressing Room Number Two' when a thought passed through my mind: was I about to become the victim of some sort of sick-twisted and/or humiliating prank?... The very thought was enough to make me pause. After thinking about it for a few seconds I decided to wait for a little while, scope out the area, and see if anybody else showed up. I had been casually leaning against the wall in the hallway leading to the auditorium's stage door for about four minutes when Samantha Stone nonchalantly walked down the hallway towards me. "Don't tell me the door's locked," she said in what sounded like a sincerely disappointed tone.

I shrugged my shoulders before saying, "Didn't try the door: figured I'd wait for you."

"Oh, you're sweet," she said in a somewhat flirty way, before adding, "but it's not like we're dating..."

"Yeah, I know: but chivalry isn't dead," I replied despite the fact that I would have given my left nut just to be able to honestly say that I had gone on a date with Samantha Stone.

With a little giggle she commented, "You are so cute." She pulled the handled, opening the door to `Dressing Room Number Two.' Nothing happened when she opened the door, and no one was inside the room: clearly my fears had been nothing more than foolishness. Once we were both inside the small room, Samantha latched the door closed behind us and said, "Now we can have some fun."

"Alright," I said through a grin.

Samantha quickly sat in the one and only chair in the room before saying, "Since you're so chivalrous you can get undressed first." I have to admit I was a bit reluctant to be completely naked in front of her while she was still fully clothed, but if that was what I was gonna have to do to get to see the hottest girl in a hundred miles naked; I was gonna do it. In a matter of minutes I had removed everything but the all-day condom I was wearing.

"You're hard already," she teased.

"Well, yeah. Of course I am: you're the hottest girl for like a hundred miles..." I began explaining.

"Yeah, I know," she giggled before continuing, "Be a nice guy and start by taking off my sneakers." In an instant I was kneeling on the floor and untying the laces on her red canvas sneakers. When I pulled the right sneaker off of her right foot I was amazed by what I saw: her foot was absolutely gorgeous. I paused staring at her bare right foot, "Yeah, I got pretty feet. Now take off the other sneaker and I'll give you a treat," Samantha ordered in a way that sounded like she might be teasing me. I quickly removed the sneaker from her left foot.

"Sit, `cause now it's time for your treat," she said, pointing at the floor. I did as I was told: sitting on the floor in front of the chair she was sitting in, facing her and staring at her incredible legs and feet. She leaned back in the chair, moved her feet to my crotch and began rubbing my dick (through the all-day condom I was wearing) with her bare feet.

The thought that her incredibly beautiful feet were on my dick was almost enough to make me blow my load. "Oh my god," I commented as she began squeezing the sides and top of my dick with her toes while sliding her feet up-and-down the length of my dick.

"Just let it happen: that's what the all-day condom is for," Samantha said. For the next minute or so she continued stroking my dick wither her bare feet. Then, my butt cheeks tightened under me. An instant later my balls drew up under my dick. My thirteen-year-old cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. A second later the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, white, sperm-laden cum spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick; erupting into the little pouch at tip of the all-day condom I had on. "Wow, you're such a good boy. That's it, keep cumming for me," she said in a slightly condescending tone. A second later another spurt of my cum joined the first, followed by another, and another...

When I felt the sixth spurt of cum ooze out of the little hole at the tip of my dick I knew my orgasm was over. "Wow, that was great," I said as I reached down to remove the all-day condom from my dick.

"No," Samantha said firmly, using her left foot to stop my hand. "Stand up," she ordered. As I stood, she leaned forward, "now take off my shirt," she commanded. Once again I followed her instructions: pulling the halter-top she was wearing over her head. "Good," she said as she undid and removed her bra.

My mouth fell open at the very sight of her deliciously round double-D cup breasts. HOLY SHIT!

"Put your dick between my boobs," she instructed. There was no way in hell I was going to pass up the opportunity to get to touch her incredible breasts; so I stepped in front of the chair and leaned forward as best I could. My dick was as close to Samantha's chest as I could get it, but not quite there. She took care of that by leaning forward a bit, before squeezing her breasts together; enveloping my condom clad dick between the warm soft flesh of her stunning and huge breasts. Then she began rocking her body back-and-forth: in so doing, she was effectively stoking my dick with her beasts.

"Oh man..." I commented aloud, while doing my best to not blast another load of my cum in that instant.

"You like having your dick between my breasts?" Samantha asked in a condescending tone.

"I, unh-huh," I groaned.

My dick began throbbing. "Be a good boy and let it happen," Samantha said. For the next minute or so she continued stroking my dick wither her bare breasts. Then, my butt cheeks tightened. An instant later my balls drew up under my dick. My thirteen-year-old cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. A second later the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, white, sperm-laden cum spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick; erupting into the already cum filled little pouch at tip of the all-day condom I had on. "That's a good boy: keep cumming for me," she said again in a decidedly condescending tone. A second later another spurt of my cum joined the first, followed by another, and another...

"Oh Samantha...that was great," I panted after the seventh spurt of cum oozed out of my dick. Pushing me back away from her she giggled slightly, before telling me, "Take a step back." Once again I did as I was told. Samantha stood before giving me another order, "Now you are going to take off my shorts."

I remembered from lunch that she wasn't wearing any panties: I couldn't believe my luck. Despite my being a virgin, and Samantha being ridiculously hot, I was emboldened by the three orgasms she had given me; so without any hesitation, I reached out and unbuttoned her skin-tight short-shorts. Even with them un-done, it was a bit of a struggle to pull her shorts down over her spectacularly round firm ass...but I managed to get the shorts down to the middle of her firm thighs. I let go and the tiny shorts fell to the floor.

Casually Samantha stepped out of her shorts and asked, "So, what do you think?"

My god was she HOT, and yet I wasn't sure what to say.

"Ah...well...uhm..." I stammered, attempting to reply to her question.

"Oh, am I too hot for you?" she asked in a surprisingly sympathetic tone.

"Well...no you're..." I closed my eyes, took a breath, and gathered my thoughts before trying to speak again. "Samantha, you are gorgeous: probably the most beautiful girl I'll ever see. It's just that, well...I've never been in the same room with a naked girl before," I said with a pant.

Smiling, Samantha said, "So you're a virgin, then." I hung my head slightly, as I quietly said, "Yes," felling an odd sense of shame at the very notion.

She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around my nude body giving me a very pleasant hug, and whispered in my ear, "I was a virgin at the beginning of my freshman year too..."

"Yeah..." I commented, despite having absolutely no idea what I was trying to say.

"Unh-huh," Samantha continued whispering into my ear, "And if you're a good boy, and do as I say, and cum for me a few more times you won't be a virgin when you walk outta this room..." while she was slowly turning us around.

"Really?" I asked in near disbelief.

"Yup," she matter of factly replied, before ordering, "Sit." I took a step backwards and sat on the chair she had been sitting in for the bulk of the time the two of us had been in `Dressing Room Number Two'.

"Okay," I half asked, half commented.

"No" she said, shaking her head, "slide forward so just your butt is on the seat." I did as instructed. "Now lean back," Samantha continued ordering me. Again I followed her instructions; leaning back until I felt the cold metal frame at the top of the back of the chair against my shoulders.

After a couple seconds of silence, Samantha smiled and said "That's a good boy," in a fairly condescending tone. She turned around, so that her back was facing me. Spreading her stunning legs, Samantha straddled my lap before easing herself back until her firm perfectly round butt-cheeks bumped up against my belly. The instant the bare skin of her butt made contact with the bare skin of my belly, my dick twitched. She began moving her body down until she was sitting on my pelvis: my fully upright and rock hard dick was standing straight up between her thighs. Samantha moved her thighs together; effectively trapping my condom covered dick between her thighs and her crotch.

Half a second later Samantha began rolling her hips back-and-forth. The way her firm round butt was moving and pressing against my belly felt great. But that was nothing compared to how SPECTACULAR it felt having her pussy lips sliding up-and-down the length of my condom covered dick; well the top of it anyway. Add to that the pressure from her thighs pressing against the sides of my dick: HEAVEN.

For a full two minutes I did and said nothing as she stroked my dick with her pussy lips and upper thighs. If someone had told me I was going to get to experience this, and asked me how long it would take for me to blast off; I would have assumed it would be over quite quickly. And yet, I didn't feel anywhere near close to orgasm. Considering the fact that Samantha had said that if I cummed for her a few more times I wouldn't leave the room a virgin, I wanted to have another orgasm. "Oh, Samantha that feels great," I said thinking about her stunning long legs, her deliciously round double-D cup breasts, and the fact that the only thing between her pussy and my dick was the thin layer of latex the all-day condom was made from.

"Yeah it does; you gonna cum for me soon," she replied in a seeming teasing tone. For good or for bad, I felt no closer to an orgasm than I had a minute earlier, so I tried thinking about Ms. Neilson wearing a red bikini again: still no improvement. I contemplated what Ms. Neilson looked like naked: and again no improvement. I was getting nowhere fast; and considering how Samantha wanted me to cum soon, I knew I was going to have to find a way to force myself to have an orgasm: but how...

Suddenly, an idea hit me. I moved my hands up from the arms of the chair to Samantha's deliciously round double-D cup breasts and gave a gentle squeeze. It felt like my dick twitched a little. "So you're that kind of guy," she said, sounding a bit surprised. I wasn't sure what she meant, but she wanted me to cum, and the only thing I had done that seemed to bring me closer to orgasm was squeezing her breasts. So I started squeezing her breasts for all I was worth: the soft flesh was surprisingly supple as it squished between my fingers...

My dick gave another twitch; and, a few seconds later I felt my butt cheeks tighten under me. An instant later my balls drew up under my dick. My thirteen-year-old cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. A second later the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, white, sperm-laden cum spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick; erupting into the already cum filled little pouch at tip of the all-day condom I had on.

"Oh, you're such a good boy cumming for me again," Samantha said, her voice practically dripping condescension.

After a total of six spurts of cum shot out of my dick, I managed to pant, "Oh my god..."

Samantha turned her head and looked at me. "You better not be empty yet; `cause we still got two things to do..." she commented.

"I... still... can... do... more..." I stammered, despite not being entirely sure if there was any cum left in my balls.

"That's good," Samantha said in a condescending tone, "...Only good boys like you get the prize..."

I wasn't quite sure what she meant by `prize;' but, before I could even open my mouth to ask, Samantha was lifting her butt up and scooting forward. She pressed her hand against the underside of my still almost entirely hard dick; forcing the head of it into this warm tight hole... An instant later she began moving her body back down: my dick sliding further and further into the warm tight hole.

Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks: my dick was IN Samantha's pussy. HOLY SHIT!!! I was actually FUCKING Samantha Stone: the hottest girl for like a hundred miles in every direction!!!

"Shit Samantha, that's incredible," I declared in a boastful compliment.

"Yeah, I know," she condescendingly replied before asking, "You gonna be a good boy for me?"

"I'll try to cum again for you soon," I offered, despite not being entirely sure I was actually capable of shooting any more cum for quite a while.

"No!" she adamantly declared, "You're gonna be a good boy and wait to cum until after I do... And if you don't you won't get to see..." she trailed off.

"See, what?" I asked.

She suppressed a half-laugh before saying, "It's a surprise only good boys get to see." She began gently rocking her hips: forcing my dick to slide in-and-out of her pussy about an inch.

"Can I help you get there faster?" I asked.

"Yes you can," she said: her voice dripping with condescension. She moved my hands from her stunning double-D cup breasts to her lap.

For about two seconds I wasn't sure how my hands being on Samantha's lap was going to bring her to an orgasm faster, then it hit me: she wanted me to play with her pussy. I quickly began feeling around her crotch area with the tips of my fingers. First my fingertips brushed across the little tube on the underside of my dick; no, that wasn't the place I was looking for. I moved my fingers up a bit, my fingertips brushed against her pubic bone; again, not the place I was looking for.

"Can't find the spot," she said with a giggle.

"I can't see my fingers," I explained.

"Excuses, excuses..." Samantha said, "And that isn't even a good one," her voice filled with condescension.

"Not an excuse," I replied, "...merely and explanation." Barely a millisecond after I finished saying those words my fingertips brushed across the firm little nubbin I had been searching for: Samantha's clit. I began gently rubbing it between my thumb and index finger. "I guess that was a legitimate explanation," Samantha commented as she began breathing harder.

Perhaps thirty seconds later a thin sheen of sweat began to appear on her creamy skin. Her breathing continued to get heavier and faster. "Eum, eum, eum..." the room began to fill with a quiet whimpering sound.

I simply continued rubbing Samantha's clit.

The insides of her pussy began rippling around my condom covered dick. Damn, did that feel GOOD.

A second later Samantha's body began shaking. As her orgasm began in earnest, her feet slid out from under her: she was now fully and truly sitting on my lap with my dick buried to the hilt in her incredible pussy. Samantha's back arched, while I watched in fascination as her toes repeatedly clenched and straightened; it was such a cute sight to behold, and yet such a turn on...

Perhaps a full minute later I felt my butt-cheeks begin to tighten. I feared that if my orgasm began before Samantha's ended she would be unhappy and wouldn't let me see... what was it she was going to let me see, again?

"Gonna cum soon," I panted while fighting the urge to blast off, "that okay?"

"Do... it: be... a... good... boy...and... cum... for... me... again..." Samantha said through her orgasm.

Hearing her say those words, I let it happen. My balls drew up under my dick, my thirteen-year-old cum began surging up the little tube on its underside, and then the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, white, sperm-laden cum spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick. Spurt-after-spurt of my cum erupted into the already cum filled little pouch at tip of the all-day condom I had on.

Just as the third spurt of cum spewed out of my dick into the all-day condom; Samantha's orgasm quickly died down. She slumped back into my chest while I continued rubbing her clit.

"Wow..." Samantha gasped as my dick continued to jerk and bulge as it shot spurt-after-spurt of my hot, thick, sperm-laden white cum into the all-day condom.

"Oh man," I groaned as the seventh spurt of cum oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick, which began to soften.

"Well, you were a good boy," Samantha said as she slowly stood: my deflating condom covered dick slipping out of her pussy.

"So that means I get to see..." I said while trying to catch my breath.

After turning around so she was facing me, Samantha said, "That's right." She promptly squatted on the floor in front of me and reached out to my crotch. She pulled the strap at the open end of the all-day condom from behind my balls; then went about removing the pouch part of it from my mostly soft dick.

Holding up the condom by the strap, she said, "Look at all the cum you shot for me," with a smirk.

I didn't believe my eyes: the bottom inch-and-a-half of the condom was full of creamy white fluid! "I can't believe I shot that much," I honestly commented.

"Yeah, but you did," she said before sticking out her tongue at me. Smiling she added, "...and now for the surprise."

She opened her mouth wide and after placing her index finger and thumb on the little pouch at the tip of the all-day condom, she flipped it upside-down; allowing all the cum I had shot into the all-day condom to drain into her mouth.

Once the inside of the condom had completely drained into her mouth, Samantha closed her lips and swallowed hard. She said, "See, all gone," before sticking her tongue out at me again.

"Get dressed," she ordered as she threw my shirt and jeans at me. "I'm gonna keep these as a souvenir, if that's okay?" she half asked, half told me while holding up my boxers.

"Yeah, sure," I replied before pulling my shirt over my head. I stood, and put my jeans back on. When I picked up my socks off the floor, they felt warm and a bit damp, so I asked, "You can have my socks too, if you want?"

"No thanks; I don't like socks," she answered.

"You sure? They're still warm..." I joked. Samantha simply glared at me. Not wanting to put the socks back on; I tossed them into the trash can. before shoving my bare feet into my sneakers.

"Why are you throwing out your socks?" Samantha asked.

"I can never put on socks that aren't clean," I truthfully answered, before shoving my bare feet into my sneakers.

"I never have to worry about that, cause I never wear socks," she said with a smirk, before ordering, "Now you're gonna help me get dressed."

"Sure," I replied as I pulled her skin-tight short-shorts up her incredible legs and ass, before buttoning them. I the pulled her shirt over her stunning D-cup breasts and helped her into her red canvas sneakers before tying the laces for her.

"You really are a good boy," Samantha said before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Before I realized what was going on, Samantha had opened the door to `Dressing Room Number Two' and disappeared into the school's deserted hallways.