The Breakfast Club (IC)

Rich

He takes another sip of his soda, still leaning back against the wall.

"Oh what the hell, c'mon, let's go for it."

He pushes himself off of the wall and starts to head towards the back of the lunchroom towards the door off the back of the school heading to the tracks.

"Maybe some fresh air will be good, won't be anyone else around this time of day anyway..."
 
"Don't worry, it won't bite you. And despite what all those commercials say it won't make you braindead and it won't make you kill little girls." Chris said and then laughed a bit. Shana eyed him suspiciously.

"Go ahead, try a little, I give you my solemn promise that it won't hurt, it'll take the edge off for a little bit in any case, and maybe it'll open you up a little more, these two word conversations we're having are killing me."

"I appreciate the help but I'm really not into smoking." she said.

"In any form. But you can do what you want." she added, handing him the joint.
She looked around the library.

"This place really has its limits. Heck I've already read half the books here." Shana said, and then glanced at him. "I'm only kidding. I'm not that big of a nerd. Besides, these books are way outdated." she added, taking a small leather bound book off the shelf and flipping the covers. "Hmm... copyrigth 1966. Old" she said putting it back.
 
Erin

LitShark said:
Sam heard the off tempo clacking of Erin's heels and slowed down allowing her to catch up. His thumb gently caressed the back of her hand as they reached his office. He gently pulled her into another brief, tender kiss as his door swung open slowly.

"After you," he cooed, flashing his enchanting smile yet again.
She caught up with Mr. Dean as they neared his office. She let him hold her hand while she enthusiastically kept pace with him o their dash down the hall, excitement keeping a smile on her face. When they reached the door, he pulled her close to him for a short sweet kiss. For a moment, all that Erin could do was stare at him, her lips parted and her breath coming in short, quick catches, as he flashed his brilliant, knee-weakening smile.

"After you," he cooed.

She didn’t want to take her eyes off of him but before she stop them from moving, before she could stop and think, her feet carried her into the principal’s office.
 
Mr. Dean closed the door behind himself again as he walked toward Erin. He gently took hold of her hips, gently kissing the side of her neck. He backed her against his desk, moving her so that she was sitting just on the edge. Sam lowered himself to kis knees. He gently lifted her short skirt and slowly slid her panties down her thighs.

Mr. Dean inhaled her scent slowly before lowering his face to her pussy, his hot breath washing over her moist sex. The tip of his tongue gently wiggled against Erin's swelling clit. He lowered his lips onto the sensitive nub, sucking it gently.
 
Chris shrugged slightly as he took his smoke back from her, puffing away on it. "Yeah, sometimes I've thought about stopping too, but it sort of gives me inspiration. Really relaxes me and let's me see the world from a different perspective." He shrugged slightly embarassed as he talked. He was no philosopher, why was he trying to act one now? He smiled at Shana as she looked through the books. "Yeah... I think if you added up all the time I'd spent in a library in my life it still wouldn't be as long as I've been here today." He yawned. "This is mondo boring stuff though, what do you want to do since everyone else is distracted?"
 
ManOSafety said:
He takes another sip of his soda, still leaning back against the wall.

"Oh what the hell, c'mon, let's go for it."

He pushes himself off of the wall and starts to head towards the back of the lunchroom towards the door off the back of the school heading to the tracks.

"Maybe some fresh air will be good, won't be anyone else around this time of day anyway..."

Bella chuckled glade that the jock would throw caution to the wind. They made their way outside delighted that it was a clear day. A day no one should spend indoors at all.

She took in a deep breath twirling around as she delighted in the fresh air. Giggling quite cutely in fact she blushed realizing she was showing a side of herself she normally didnt. With this realization she held her hand behind her the wind picking up to carry her long black tresses about her. "Heh, sorry." she said, it seemed odd to her to smile or laugh when most expected her to be crazy and constantly in a fit. That wasn't really her, the clothing was what had given her that stereotype... was it so bad to like darker shades to enjoy wearing gothic lolita styles and mulan rogue attire?

"So... uh... " she turned to look at Rich then went to go sit on the bleechers.
 
"Yeah, sometimes I've thought about stopping too, but it sort of gives me inspiration. Really relaxes me and let's me see the world from a different perspective."

"I believe that's the excuse most used for smoking. Oh I'm not criticizing you." she added seeing a look that he gave her.

"I just prefer to see the world from my own view, and I don't need to smoke to do that." she said. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah... I think if you added up all the time I'd spent in a library in my life it still wouldn't be as long as I've been here today. This is mondo boring stuff though, what do you want to do since everyone else is distracted?"

"Well I don't suppose you'd be very interested in debating the laws of physics, so..." Shana wandered off looking around.

"What can we do?" she asked in general.
 
Chris smirked at her as she took another underhanded shot at his intelligence. "Well there's not a whole lot to debate, I mean unless you have some new empirical evidence to bring to the table to prove the Newton was wrong about bodies in motion and the effect of a force on said bodies, or if you can somehow prove that the law of conservation of energy is wrong because energy can somehow be destroyed, then I think we'd just be stuck twiddling our thumbs." He chuckled slightly at the look for surprise she gave him. "I'm not an idiot... I just don't see the point in any of this shit." He shrugged, looking around the library. "There really isn't a whole lot to do in here is there?" He asked, jumping over the librarians desk and rooting around in all the shit in the desk, smiling as he pulled out an old porno mag and a bottle of Jack. "Well look at that... are all the faculty at this school fucked or what?"
 
"Well there's not a whole lot to debate, I mean unless you have some new empirical evidence to bring to the table to prove the Newton was wrong about bodies in motion and the effect of a force on said bodies, or if you can somehow prove that the law of conservation of energy is wrong because energy can somehow be destroyed, then I think we'd just be stuck twiddling our thumbs."

She gave him an awkard look. Ok, so he's a bit smarter than she gave him credit for. Maybe it was the drugs...

"I'm not an idiot... I just don't see the point in any of this shit. There really isn't a whole lot to do in here is there?"
He said outloud before heading to the desk at the end. She came and stood over his shoulder as he pulled out a bottle of alcohol and some mags.

"Well look at that... are all the faculty at this school fucked or what?"

She grinned as he closed the drawer, still holding the magazines and the bottle. She grabbed the bottle from him real quick and then started off again.

"Finally I can have some fun." she smiled, turning her head over her shoulder as she looked back at Chris.

"What? You don't just study your ass off without having an out. Care to join me?" she asked.
 
"Hell yes, let's get tanked!" Chris said laughing as he followed her through the stacks, finishing off his joint as he went. Whoa he was a bit faded... some alcohol would still be nice though. He chuckled as they sat down at one of hte tables in the back, motioning for her to take the first pull off the bottle as he thumbed through the magazine... "Damn... Librarian Ethell is into the fucked up shit!" He said laughing as he showed Shana the magazine, there was a lot of men tied up, women in leather dominatrix outfits spanking them. "I don't even know what she's doing in this one....." He looked at it and then dropped the magazine in shock, "Eeeewwww... those things aren't supposed to go up there..."
 
"Hell yes, let's get tanked!"

"I don't plan on getting tanked. I want to relax. Weee bit of a difference there." she added with a smirk. They both sat at a table and Chris had already finished his joint. She looked at him for a moment, and noticed that he wasn't quite himself, but he was still sane. This would definitely change that.

"Damn... Librarian Ethell is into the fucked up shit!" Chris said, and he showed her one of the magazines.

"Ugh, I did not need to see that." she said in disgust as she pulled the top of the bottle off. It hadn't been used yet. Chris was still flipping through the magazines.

"I don't even know what she's doing in this one..... Eeeewwww... those things aren't supposed to go up there..."

Shana just laughed at that, watching the rather horrified look on his face. She sniffed at the top of the bottle, and decided to take a swig. She put the bottle down as she wiped a hand across her lips.

"Meh, I've had better." she said.
 
"I tend to be more relaxed when I'm tanked." He said teasingly. "Besides we're sitting here drinking a straight bottle of Jack... you don't drink Jack to relax that's for damn sure." He said, taking the bottle from here and taking a large swig off it. He laughed at her discomfort with the magazine. "You know you love this shit..." He said jokingly as he flipped through the pages. "Grooooss... Man the trouble I could get some of the faculty in here... friggin all of them seem screwed up." He took another pull off the Jack, grimacing as the fire burned down his throat. "Gah...." He said, pushing the bottle back towards her.
 
"I tend to be more relaxed when I'm tanked. Besides we're sitting here drinking a straight bottle of Jack... you don't drink Jack to relax that's for damn sure." Chris said and took a drink from the bottle.

"No you don't. I was speaking of alcohol in general." she said, her arms folded across her chest. She watched him hold the bottle in one hand and the magazines in the other.

"You know you love this shit..." she heard him say as he continued to flip around. Shana sat back in the chair as she burped, covering her mouth.

"Oh yes, I love that kind of stuff. I spend all my time looking at porn." she said with sarcasm.

"Grooooss... Man the trouble I could get some of the faculty in here... friggin all of them seem screwed up."

"Well... yeah but you don't need to find their stash of magazines to know that." she said taking the bottle from him.
 
Chris shrugged slightly. She was a snarky one. And he could tell he wasn't her normal type of company, hell he was probably very low on the list for people she'd want to be seen with. Ah well, if she didn't like him they could go back to hating each other after the next seven hours were over. Until then they'd at least have to tolerate each other or else be bored as hell. Still he was sort of getting tired of her closed off way, she didn't seem much like talking so Chris just shut up, flipping through the magazine as he pulled his headphones back over his ears. He'd take them off again if she decided she wanted to talk, but for now he'd just drink and relax.
 
Erin

LitShark said:
Mr. Dean closed the door behind himself again as he walked toward Erin. He gently took hold of her hips, gently kissing the side of her neck. He backed her against his desk, moving her so that she was sitting just on the edge. Sam lowered himself to kis knees. He gently lifted her short skirt and slowly slid her panties down her thighs.

Mr. Dean inhaled her scent slowly before lowering his face to her pussy, his hot breath washing over her moist sex. The tip of his tongue gently wiggled against Erin's swelling clit. He lowered his lips onto the sensitive nub, sucking it gently.
Erin sighed as his lips pressed against the side of her neck and his hands on her hips directed her against the desk... on the desk.

Her eyes were wide, as he lowered himself to his knees and lifted her skirt. She knew was passing the point of no return as he pulled down her panties. She didn't care, or hardly cared anymore. She wanted to see what he wouuld do next, she wanted him to touch her again. She wanted to be brave enough to touch him.

"Mr. Dean..." she whispered his name as he lowered his head between her parted thighs, and she blushed as she realized now there would be no denying how much she wanted him.

Moaning, "Oh......", as his tongue gently to moved against her clit... she had no idea anything could feel that good. She hands squeezed around the edge of the desk, as she fought the urge to close her legs around him.
 
Rich

Rich smiled and almost laughed seeing the unexpected side of Christabella as they broke into the fresh air, but he stopped himself from laughing, knowing that if he did, it would ruin the afternoon.

He also takes in a deep breath of the fresh air, inhaling deeply through his nose and just enjoying it, then following her towards the bleachers. As he was walking towards the field, he paused to think and couldn't remember ever seeing her at a football game, but then again, he probably wouldn't have really noticed anyway, it's not like their paths ever really crossed before.
 
As Erin moaned softly Sam couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was. Only moments ago he had been sitting in the library, lusting after the way this beauty crossed those firm shapely cheerleading legs beneath her desk. Now she was sighing and moaning on his desk, with those very same legs quivering against the sides of his face as she struggled to keep them spread against his desk.

Sam sensed her discomfort and also wanted to get a better angle on her hot, fragrant pussy. He lowered his shoulders, one at a time, lifting her thighs onto his shoulders and suppourting her firm ass cheeks with his strong hands. His tongue thrust deep into her, the new angle allowing him to bury his face completely between her thighs.

Sam loved the feeling of her squirming in his hands when he lifted his face slowly, dragging the length of his tongue over Erin’s clit slowly, until only the tip of his tongue worked circled over the sensitive nub rapidly.

This day was turning out pretty well after all. Sam thought.
 
Bella sat there in silence just enjoying the night. Surprised particularly that the prick of a principle hadn't come looking for them. She eyed Rich for a moment deciding he was a nice looking boy if you were into that jock sorta thing. He just wasn't her type, all about appearances... she liked the simpler things.

Just hanging out, chilling with friends. Going places perhaps a little shopping but more of a conventional thing then necessity.
 
gagonthis said:
Chris shrugged slightly. She was a snarky one. And he could tell he wasn't her normal type of company, hell he was probably very low on the list for people she'd want to be seen with. Ah well, if she didn't like him they could go back to hating each other after the next seven hours were over. Until then they'd at least have to tolerate each other or else be bored as hell. Still he was sort of getting tired of her closed off way, she didn't seem much like talking so Chris just shut up, flipping through the magazine as he pulled his headphones back over his ears. He'd take them off again if she decided she wanted to talk, but for now he'd just drink and relax.

Shana sat there with Chris as she took another swig of the alcohol. The first few shots had burned her throat, but that's the usual feeling one gets when taking in this kind of drink. She offered him the bottle, but he had his headphones on and was deeply involved in the magazine. Great, apparently nude girls on paper are more interesting than real ones. She shrugged her shoulders as she got up from the table, leaving the bottle next to him. If he'd rather read then so be it. She went and disappeared in the stacks, her hands gliding over the surface of the books as she looked at the names of the really really old books.

"Ugh, these things are ancient." she said outloud, her eyes glancing at a really outdated book on the Berlin Wall.
 
Chris yawned boredly again, putting the magazine down, it wasn't really his thing anyway, but Shana didn't seem like she was too interested in having any sort of conversation with him. Maybe she was shy and just needed to be warmed up a bit... He chuckled at that, standing up to go find her. The world spun a little as he stood, uh oh, that Jack had hit him harder than he thought. He hung his headphones around his neck as he trekked through the stacks looking for her. He found her, looking over the books, what a shocker, he thought to himself as he approached her stealthily from behind, doing his best to be quiet as she looked at the books, he thought she must have heard him, but she didn't react so he came up behind her and spanked her hard on the ass. "I got bored back there." He said smiling as she turned to face him.
 
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