A little Charity...

Charity Jones was bored.

She sat in the back row of her English Class absent mindedly chewing on the nub of her pencil. Mr Robson droned on about Shakespeare like he was some kind of god. I mean, like, who cared about dead engl;ish guys, really.

Her cel buzzed slightly in her purse. Diana was text messaging her. Charity quietly fished it out and read the message.

** Frat party Alpha U coming?**

Charity half giggled. Diana was one party freak, then again so was she.

" Is there something I could help you with Ms Jones?" Mr Robsons voice dug in.

" Not at all teach" Charity responded, flicking the eraser nub of her pencil suggestively with her tongue.

Mr Robson turned a bright shade of red and went back to his work droning about the wonders of Othello. Like, really.

Charity typed back to Diana **Dunno maybe probably staying after class with Robson see you at cheerleading practise**

" Ms Jones, I need to speak with you after class privately about your studies" Robson said noncholantly over his shoulder, still mildly red faced.

" Anything you say Mr Robson" Charity smirked back.

Boys. So predictable.

30 minutes later...

"Fuck,fuck, fuck" Mr Robson grunted.

Charity was bent over his desk, her small skirt thrown up as her english teacher gave his last few pumps into her barely legal pussy. Her pigtails were firmly clenched in both of his hands as his seed seeped into her.

Mr Robson relaxed with a sigh and his tool slipped out of her. Charity turned around and fell to her knees, quckly cleaning off his cock of their combined juices.

" So Mr Robson..another A ?" Charity said looking up into his eyes.

" A+ ,Charity, A+..." he sighed.

A few minutes later, a mildy cleaned up Charity was heading down the school halls on her way to Cheerleading practice. While being far from stupid, Charity had fucked and sucked her way to Honor Roll. Men, women, none could resist her for long. And sometimes she had some real fun. Like her femme dyke drama teacher, or when the gym coach would share her with the football team.

But that was neither here nor there. It was Friday. That meant the weekend. That mean PARTAY!

And with her slut soul-sister Diana..that meant anything was possible.

OOC:

These are the adventures of Charity Jones, and her best friend Diana.

Everything is open..short of scat, incest, and no s&m (bd, ds..those are fine)

Charity Jones

Age: 18 ( lets keep this legal)
Hair: Long thick golden..either kept in two big pigtails, or one pony tail, or wild and unkempt
Eyes> Crystal Blue
Sexuality> Very bi..almost predatory
Skin: Tanned golden
Figure: 32D -24- 32

(Hi just wondering if i could join)

Name: Steve Patrick
Age: 18
Eyes: Dark Green
Sexuality: Straight...all the way
Hair: Down to ears, Brown

IC:

Steve looked behind as he exited the doors of the school, he hadn't been in any lessons, the headmaster had been taking him around the school, as it was his first day and all, he had been kicked out of his last school for beating up a teacher after the teacher had insulted his mother, of course the school didn't believe that, nobody did...

He looked back and pulled a card out of his pocket it had a address for a party tonight, he would go he had nothing else to do.

He continued down the steps of the school and headed for the football field, he soon reached it and sat down to watch the team practice, he could see in the distance the cheerleader's practicing, he grinned, leaned back and decided to watch them instead.

Charity

Charity stretched her calve muscles agianst the benc. She was bent over probably giving a great view to everyone on the field, her red thong panties caused a few accidental tackles on the field.

She could sense his eyes on her already. Steve was watching from the bleachers. He was a hot head. but a sexy hot head. She had heard about him for her boys on the football team.

He was new and she hadnt broken him in yet. Possibly tonight was her big chance. Heck, maybe in the showers after practise

Steve sat there watching the Cheerleaders practice when he heard a male teachers voice behind him
"Hello Mr Patrick, what do you think your doing here this area is off-limits after the bell only team practice's are allowed at the pitch"

He turned his head and said

"so....Mr Harrison didn't tell me so who cares.." he got a stern reply

"Right thats it your staying behind im sure mrs blakey will have something for you to do come on"

Steve picked up his bag and followed the teacher across the field towards the Cheerleaders, when they reached there he was told to sit down and to be quiet then Mrs Blakey stood in frot of the girls and said

"The boy sitting behing you is not here of his own choice as you all well know hanging around here after the bell has gone is not allowed therefore Mr Patrick will be spending the evening with us but if i see any of you even try and talk to him then i will send both of you to the changing rooms where you wil be given work to do, do i make myself clear girls."

Charity

" yes Mrs Blakey" the girls groaned out half uncaring.

Charity sighed, well this was going to make some sneak away time difficult.

The buxom blonde teen just wanted to finish practise and get away early, maybe go and smoke a J and get a chance to talk to Steve alone. But now she was going have to stick around the entire three hours.

The girls went through their practises, Charity kept darting over to take a look at theor forlorn single audience member. He seemed bored, uncaring. Well, that had to change. The last thing that was going to happen was not having an appreciative male audience.

Charity threw herself into her exercises. Deliberately working up a sweat. She made sure her jumps were extra high, so that her skirt would life towards him. She shook her pom-poms hard, making sure that her prodigous bust shook towards him too.

She peeled out of her vest at the heat. leaving only the Cheerleader shirt of the Big Red and Black Bull which was thier school mascot.

This was taking way too long.She knew she had his attention now.

She deliberaltely twirled her baton through the air and had land in the bleachers, intending on it being as "accidental" as possible.

Charity hopped up the benches towards where steve was, knowing her tshirt could barely contain her jiggle.

She stood before him panting, bent over to pick up the baton.

She stood back up again and smiled straight at him

" Hi , I'm Charity"

Before she even could respond, Blakeys shrill voice cried out.

" CHARITY JONES and Mr patrick, down here at once"

Time for punishment, she thought with an internal smirk

Steve sat there bored as the cheerleaders practiced but then a Girl who seemed to be working harder then the rest caught his eye, she jumped higher then the rest and shook her Poms-Poms harder then the rest of the girls.

He leaned forward in his seat watching the girl more closely, suddenly a metal stick landed near him and the girl came running over, her breasts nicely jiggling, when she reached him she bent down and picked up the baton, when she came back up she said

"Hi, I'm Charity"

He ws just about to introduce himself before he was interrupted.

" CHARITY JONES and Mr patrick, down here at once"

Steve stood up lazily and followed Charity over to Mrs Blakey, who said

"Charity take Steven to the Changing room, i will be down soon to talk to each of you seperetely and when i get there i expect to see both of you sitting apart from each other no talking, right off you go"

Charity

They were sent to the locker rooms and Charity sat quietly, her amrs folded across her chest at her end of the bench

[I hope I can still join, if not, please disregard...]
Name: Nicholas Reinhardt (football team star quarterback)
Age: 19
Eyes: Ice Blue
Sexuality: Straight
Hair: Blonde, buzzed into a short Mohawk (football team tradition)

IC: Nic pulled the other guys off of him and emerged from the pile of sweaty, grunting football players, a triumphant look across his face as the guys who'd tackled him realized they hadn't scored the sack they'd hoped for. The smile still on his face, he turned around towards the bleachers just in time to see that old crow, Mrs Blakey, yelling at another one of the cheerleaders.

Although Nic had had his turn(s) with practically all of them, this one was of particular interest. Charity Jones, perhaps the hottest thing in a miniskirt, had for some time refused to give Nic the time of day, attributing much to the 'active' young man's frustrations. As he stared, especially at her tits which he'd long since fantasized about, the play his side was running ended and the Coach began to call to him from across the field.

"Good hustle Reinhardt, excellent spiral as always. Here, it's obvious you're ready for the game on Monday, go hit the showers and get some rest. Trying to teach you anything more about this game would be about as practical as teaching a fish to swim."

Nic nodded and thanked the Coach, pulling his helmet off and grabbing a towel from the bench to wipe himself down with. As he waved to his friends still on the field, he began to unbuckle his pads as he walked towards the stands and into the change room, only to find - to his delight and surprise - Charity Jones now sitting, arms crossed, in the change room, with some guy he'd never seen before sitting across from her.

"Forgive me Charity; I'm definitely not complaining, but can I ask why you and your friend here are in the football team's change room?"

(Same here...)

NAME: Joey Cire (Rookie Runningback... hope no one minds)
AGE: 18
EYES: Golden
SEXUALITY: Straight
HAIR: Brown Crew Cut
SKIN: Tan
BUILD: Athletic Cut

IC: Joey began to walk off the field ahead of the guy. He was the rookie running back, but his speed had shown his potential already, and he was already part of the team. "Yo Ricky! Party at your house Saturday right?" Ricky nodded and Joey nodded back in return a smile on his face. He needed to catch up with Nic real quick to ask him about the teams they'd be facing on Monday. So as he ran into the locker room, taking off his shirt and pads already, he yelled out, "Yo Nic! How's the Seahawk defence? I heard they were fucking brutal..." he said with a laugh.

However instead of hearing a responce he heard Nic's voice in the distance. And so he walked over, wondering what was going on. "Hey Nic wh..." he began suddenly seeing the three of them. He didn't really noticed Steve. First his eyes darted at Nic, then Charity, wondering what was going on. Even though he had only been here for about 2 months he had already seen Charity around the field and had heard of her... talents. Which made him kinda confused now that he found her and two other guys in the locker room.

OOC: I dont even know if this thread is going on anymore as Steva hasnt repsonded in ages..might have to start a new one..same Characters..else where?

(Ok, just PM me the board)