"The New Girl in Town"

[Ritapita]

"The New Girl in Town"

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Paula Clark strode into Carvers Glen High School at 9am sharp, reluctant yet resigned to begin her first day at a new school. She wanted to get to a class -- any class -- sit in a back row, and watch the day burn by. She didn't want to be back in school at all, but part of her agreement with her caretaker was that she would finish her education and stay out of trouble.

The lady who came out from behind the desk in the main office, though, had different plans for Paula. She gave the prospective student a long up and down survey, took Paula's transfer papers and transcript, look her over again, then demanded that she follow her. They ended up in an otherwise empty conference room where the woman gestured Paula to a seat and, just before departing and closing the door behind her, said, "Wait here. Someone will be along to talk to you."

Paula was no stranger to trouble, so she knew that she was already in it. And she was pretty sure why as well. She wandered about the room for a few minutes, marveling at how ancient everything seemed: box shaped television, desk top computer sporting a Windows 98 sticker, percolator coffee pot. There wasn't a single thing in this room indicating that these people knew that the current calendar date began with a "2".

That was a good thing for Paula, though. She was here in Carvers Glen specifically because it was the last place anyone would look for her.

After several minutes of pacing about, Paula kicked off her 4 inch spiked heels and stepped up to sit atop an ancient looking, hard wood lunch room style table. She swung her legs around to dangle off one side, stretching them and her back. She couldn't believe how tense she was. She had reason, of course: the past four years had been a, well, the right word might be a whirlwind. Maybe I can find a four star spa in Carver's Glen, get a relaxation massage, maybe a revitalizer facial. Pedicure, manicure, even a mineral finish or an eminence body wrap she thought, smiling and then laughing at herself. Maybe I can find someone here who knows how to spell the words relaxation or manicure.

Suddenly the door to the room opened, and Paula found an older man standing in the doorway, a stern expression filling his face as he looked her up and down.

"Seats are called seats," he chastised as he strode forward and gestured her off the table, "because you seat yourself in them, Miss Clark."

He circled around to the far end, introduced himself as Principal White, then jumped right into skimming over the sheets of paper he was rapidly placing before her one after another without giving her time to read anything but perhaps the headings. They covered her class schedule, the district-wide conduct code, this particular building's security protocols in the case of an emergency, and more.

"And this is the dress code," he said with an even sterner tone than he'd already been using. This page he spent almost two minutes on, reading each and every line, word for word. And as he did, he used a red Flare marker to indicate each and every rule that her current outfit violated, from the length of her shirt to the height of her heels. "I will let today slide because it's your first day, but just once. First violation, we send a note home to your parents--"

Without thinking, Paula let loose with a pfft sound. She caught the harsh expression in the man's face, apologized, and asked him politely to continue.

"And, we send you home to change," he went on, check marking each of the violations on the page with his marker. "Second violation, we suspend you for 3 days. And third, well, no one in the history of Carvers Glen's dress code has ever reached a third violation, Miss Clark."

He stood tall over her, studying her for a moment before continuing, "Carvers Glen is a quiet school in a quiet town in a quiet county, Miss Clark. Most of our students' families have roots in the area going back 150 years. We are a conservative people. Not politically speaking. I mean in our manner and in our ways. Tradition, Miss Carter. We know who we are, and we know what we want to be. Good, God fearing Americans who will work hard to make a better life for our children and our children's children."

After he'd gone quiet, Paula just stared up into the man's eyes for a long moment. Then, she let out a quickly ended, nervous laugh as she responded, "Oh! You were serious!"

"Go home, Miss Clark," Principal White demanded after he'd glared at her a moment. He turned and headed for the door again, demanding, "Find something more appropriate, and be in my office tomorrow morning at 8:40 sharp."

He stopped at the door, holding it open as he waited for her. Paula hesitated, long enough to antagonize him but not enough for him to start considering disciplinary action already, on her first day. She stood, located her discarded heels, and retrieved them. She could have simply stood tall and stepped into them, but instead she bent over to slip them on, causing the lower hem of her micro skirt back side to rise enough to show off the lower curvatures of her fine, firm ass. Once finished, she smooth her skirt, turned, and click-click-clicked her way across the hardwood floors to join him at the door.

"Does this top fall within the dress code, Mister White," Paula said, arching her back just enough to cause her shapely bosom to seem as if reaching out anxiously for the man's attention.

Without looking down at Paula's breasts, the Principal simply said, "It's meet the rules, Miss Clark, but not the spirit. Rethink it."

He pushed the door open just as the bell rang. He looked across the hall to a door that Paula could see let out of the building rather than down into the heart of it, where students were beginning to exit their classrooms and fill the hallway.

"Perhaps you should use that exit to avoid any unwanted attention," he suggested before reminding her, "8:40 sharp."

Paula slipped past the man, staring him in the eyes with a slightly devilish smirk. She very nearly brushed her bosom against his own chest as she passed.

"Thank you, Mister White," she said pausing for a moment as she looked down the long, narrow hall. She'd only been within view of the students switching over from fifth period to sixth for a few seconds, and yet all the way down the passage faces were already turning her way, some with eyes wide open in shock, lust, envy, and more. Paula looked to the Principal once more, smiled widely, and told him, "I don't mind the attention."

She turned and began down the hall. The mass parted for Paula as if she was Moses and the students were the waters of the Red Sea. She made eye contact with many of them and took in their own wardrobes, wondering just how seriously they took the dress code White had explained so emphatically. There wasn't a skirt shorter than mid thigh or an inch of cleavage visible on a single female student; nor a pair of low riding pants or sleeveless shirt on the males.

Paula knew she looked so out of place, but that didn't prevent her from adding just a bit more sway in her hips as she made her way to and through the building's front door.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

“Jason are you even listening to me?”

Jason cobalt colored eyes flashed in response. He didn’t bother to glance at his mother instead continuing to tap out a series of beats and rhythms as his mind crunched the mathematical concepts he was studying. The book on his lap was thick the kind of thick that would have made any other eighteen-year-old turn tail and run. His eyes eagerly drank in the complex mathematical numbers letting them wash over and drag him down as he kept tap tapping away.

“JASON!”

Jason growled in response. His eyes flickered up taking his mom in through his long jet-black hair. What was she bothering him for? Couldn’t she tell he was in the middle of something?

Then he caught the look on her face

The look of earnest concern and worry was plain on his mother’s face. The tired lines no doubt caused by him and his… unique intellect always made a pang of guilt rush through him. His mother was a beautiful creature a woman who weathered the storm of a no-good cheating husband and a dysfunctional highly intellectual young adult like him. Immediately the thought of mathematical equations were gone instead replaced with a burning desire to wipe the worry off of his moms face.

“Yes mom” He said raising an eyebrow and looking outside at his senior high school “did I forget to do something?”

“No honey” His mom said sighing “You didn’t hear a word I said did you?”

“Anything worth saying is worth saying twice” He replied a silent admission to her question.

“Jason…” His mom said shaking her head before continuing “I was just trying to bring to your attention that you’re in your senior year of high school and have still yet to make any friends”

“Not true mom” He said rolling his eyes as annoyance flashed “I have plenty of friends through the chat groups and- “

“Online friends” She said cutting him off with a wave of her hand “I’m talking about tangible friends in your school the specialist said-“

“Don’t get me started on that women” Jason retorted rolling his eyes “I’ve got a high IQ I’m not a mental patient”

“No one is saying you are” His mother Eloise said as she pinched the bridge of her nose “But you are shutting yourself off from people!”

“People my age don’t get me mom!” Jason said his tone exasperated as threw his head back and hit the headrest “I’m…. lightyears ahead of them”

“But you’re still a young adult!” She argued her tone rising as she crossed her arms “Your still into stuff… go hang out with the A.V club or the readers in the library! Go find someone that watches that anime stuff”

He sighed resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. On some level his moms words made sense. There were things he was into, things he could use to facilitate a friendship.

But why didn’t he want to?

His eyes flickered back to his school taking in its warm brick walls and glass windows. For three years he walked the halls of the high school here instead of one of the many “Genius” schools offered to him. His mother was the one who made that choice, the choice that Jason would be better off around normal people then fellow geniuses. He always suspected it was more than that though that it was a desire to keep him close and not lose him like she lost his dad.
He didn’t blame her for it.

But…. He hadn’t done anything to make the school his either. For three years he went about his business keeping to himself and breezing through the curriculum. He read to himself and hadn’t said anything more than what was needed from him. In hindsight now he knew he could have done more. Yet he wasn’t sure he even wanted to.

“I’m just worried about you” His mom said her voice soft and kind.

“Your always worried about me” Jason murmured his long slender fingers finally coming up and pinching the bridge of his nose “I wish you’d stop”

“I’m your mother sweetie” She told him a sad smile in her voice “It’s in the job description”

He sighed looking at her for several long seconds before finally reaching and popping his door open. He turned back to her hesitating.

“I’ll work on it”
…………………………………

Jason walked through the white tiled halls. His shoes black and red slapping against the tile as he shouldered his retro messenger bag. His short loudly proclaiming his love for Batman clung to his slight panther like frame. He ran a hand through his hair pushing the long black locks back as he eyed the people around him. He looked more like a teacher than a student with the dress jacket over his batman shirt and his jeans.

If he was going to try he was going to approach it from a science driven standpoint. He pushed his wire rimmed classes up analyzing each and every person that passed him as a potential “friend”. Most he disregarded a lack of shared interest and just out of plain taste. Some made the cut as a potential friend yet none of them truly captured his interest.

“This is going to be harder than I thought” Jason murmured sighing. He tightened the strap on his backpack pushing on through the crowds as he reached the cafeteria. Moments later he sat down choosing a seat among the masses that put him at the center of people instead of the fringes.

He ate keeping his ears open for any information. If he was going to do this it was going to be with the maximum amount of information. He heard a great deal of conversation mostly about a young woman who was seen in the halls yesterday. Apparently she was a "babe" and the current topic of gossip.

 

[Ritapita]

There were a great many words that could be used to describe a strange, sexy girl who had suddenly shown up in school and strutted down through a throng of ogling fellow students. And a great many of them were being used at this moment in the cafeteria. And while some of those spoken by the males sitting at the tables were babe, fox, goddess and other such words, most of the ones coming from the mouths of the female student body were slut, whore, floozy, and the like.

But all talk about the new girl slowly ended as Paula suddenly appeared at the cafeteria door to survey the territory that she had already decided she would conquer in a way these hicks couldn't even consider. She took a moment to scan some of the faces, then entered with a slow strut that again resulted in an obvious sway of her hips. Paula easily picked out the jocks, the cheer leaders, the student council types, the brains, the geeks, and more. She even picked out the school's obvious dope peddler, despite Mister White having assured her in their meeting this morning that CGHS was a drug free school.

Paula carried a 6 shot mocha in one hand, purchased from the town's only coffee shop which was kitty corner to the high school. In the other hand she carried a small paper sack, also from the coffee shop, in which were half a turkey sandwich, a banana, and an apple. It wasn't her typical midday meal, but then, Paula doubted she was going to find a sushi bar in downtown Carvers Glen.

As she continued, Paula caught some of the whispered words that had again begun to be spoken. She'd done her best to abide by Mister White's dress code, but it wasn't like she'd shown up in Carvers Glen with suitcases galore filled with clothes to pick from. She wore a sleeveless, black Mock Neck tee shirt that, like her sweater of the day before, fit tightly to her neck and breasts. Despite Rule #14b that stated all female students regardless of cup style and outer clothing must were some form of support for their bosom, Paula's breasts were unbridled and, when ever a cool breeze or hunk of a guy passed by, her nipples hardened to create conspicuous, matching bumps on either side of her chest.

Some of the more courageous guys greeted her verbally or at least with polite hand gestures, and a couple even indicated the vacant seats at their tables, hoping beyond hope that the sexiest creature they'd probably ever seen in their hometown would grace them with her presence. She smiled politely, even saying maybe tomorrow to one who she could definitely see giving some lessons to in the back of his father's Oldsmobile, but kept moving slowly, deeper into the cafeteria, looking for the perfect young man or woman to sit with.

And she finally find him. Actually, it wasn't so much him that piqued Paula's interest but was instead the laptop computer sitting before him. It wasn't the newest of machines, but she knew it would surely have what she needed: access to the internet via the one cell tower that she'd noticed on a hill just outside of town.

Paula discontinued her meandering through the room and headed directly for the boy's table. She saw the expression changing on his face as she approached, her gaze set firmly upon him as her lips spread in a slightly devilish grin.

"May I sit with you?" she asked as she arrived, not waiting for him to answer. She said across from him, her back straight to ensure that her breasts were well displayed before him. She sipped at her mocha, licked an errant drop of coffee from her lower lip with a bit more seductive tongue than was necessary, then tore open her paper back and poured out its contents. She began unwrapping her sandwich, then looked up to the student. Before she bit into the sandwich, she said, "My name's Paula."

 

[EroticLiteracy]

He heard some one nearby asking to sit down but ignored it. More than likely it was some
One a few tables over that just so happened to be positioned acoustically so it sounded like it was close to him. The chances of someone especially female sitting by him were low after all.

He continued to tap away on his laptop a beast of a computer he named Selina in honor of cat woman. The computer lived up to its name to possessing a suite of programming and mods that let him slip into networks like a thief in te night. He was currently monkeying around with a new program one called Artemis that would change and innovate the modern search engines.

He startled when he heard the girl introduce herself. Weary cobalt orbs swept up taking in the girl and making several observarions.

1. She was clearly the new girl
2. She was clearly well used to her own body
3. She clearly wanted some thing

"Hello Paula" he said his tone polite but dismissive as he went back to his computer.

"Not that your going to be affected by sitting with me" he continued still looking at his computer "but I'm the nerd in the school most people treat me like the plague. So your not doing your self any favors by sitting by me not that there going to hold it against you with that body!"

 

[Ritapita]

"I'm sort of a plague myself," Paula responded after downing the little bite she'd chewed up. She waited for the student to glance at her again before she gave him a devilish smirk. "I've been called a man killer on occasion, though, I think that was more about murdering their egos by making it clear to them that they'd never touch what you call that body."

She gave him a moment to respond or not, then countered with a smile and playful tone, "C'mon, really? You're gonna treat me like an outcast because I look like this. How's that any different than the way these assholes treat you?"

 

[EroticLiteracy]

He sighed finally moving his eyes away from the laptop. He eyed her up and down a flicker of annoyance in his curious cobalt colored eyes. He wondered again why a woman like her was trying to hard to engage him. A logical mind lended itself to pessimism (though he preferred to think ignorant himself as a realistist) and he couldn't help but think she wanted.... something.

The question was what?

"Well I would hate to be considered one of those idiots" he said shutting his laptop and crossing his arms "so how can I help you Paula? You'll have to forgive me if I seem blunt. Normal social interaction has never been my forte"

 

[Ritapita]

Paula laughed, loud and sharp enough to gain even more attention than she was already getting.

"Do you imagine for one moment that I'm the kind of girl who involves herself in normal social interaction?" she said. She glanced about his possessions and found his name on one of them. Using it, to give the impression that she'd already known who he was before sitting down, Paula asked, "Jason, if I gave you the address, could you access my email? Without--"

She glanced about as if she feared someone was eavesdropping. In reality, there were many people listening in, though few were hearing much. Everyone wanted to know what the hell she was doing with him!

"Without anyone knowing that you did it, I mean," she continued in a lower voice. "I mean, without them tracing it here. You know, that ESP address thing that every computer has."

 

[EroticLiteracy]

And there's it was

His eyes widened in understanding. So that's what her interest was in him. She saw his computer and no doubt heard how much of a tech whiz he was. She had a secret to hide and wanted his help hiding it. He wasn't hurt and speculated that she probably wouldn't have cared if he was.

"I might Be able to help" he said mind working as he contemplated her request f"for a price"

An idea began to form in his mind a way to get his mom off of his back and ease her worrying. Technically it was cheating but she wouldn't know....

"Tell you what" he finally said leaning in "I'll get it set up for you BUT I need something from you I need you to pretend to be my friend and come over to hang out at my home a few times to get my mom off of my back"

 

[Ritapita]

"Done!" Paula said without hesitation. She stood and looked down upon him with a happy smile. "I'll meet you out front of the school after last period."

Her business was done here, so without a bunch of undue socializing, Paula spun on a heel to leave. But she'd only gotten two steps before a tall, muscular jock-type stood from his table and stepped out into her path.

"Hey, babe," he said, ogling her with no apologies for his wandering eyes. "I'm Travis."

"And I'm bored already," Paula said, trying to curl around him.

The area surrounding them erupted in ooo's and aaahs and laughter at what most considered a burn.

But Travis took Paula by the elbow turning her back toward him, saying with a feigned getto rapper tone that just didn't work with his cowboy attire and obvious hick nature, "C'mon, girl, don't be like that."

Paula moved up closer to 6'6" tall all star basketball player and super star dick and purred, "Last man to put his hands on me like that without permission is still looking for one of his incisors."

Travis laughed, as did some of those around him. He looked back toward the geek, then back to Paula. "What's he got to offer you that I don't, Princess, 'cept maybe a 14th level world of Warcraft wizard with a purple dragon and a magic sword."

Travis's entourage laughed, with one of his nearest buds reaching out to fist bump him. He flinched suddenly, his eyes bulging at he felt Paula's hand cupping his groin.

"You're gonna need a magic sword," she said, removing her hand, "because you got nothing going on down here that would interest this princess."

Paula turned away again, but again Travis reached out and took Paula by the arm, turning her back again as he said, "C'mon, baby! Don't leave. Finish what you start--"

He never saw Paula's knee rising swiftly at his groin. Travis grunted loudly, tensed up, teetered, dropped to his knees, then fell all the way to the floor, clutching his damage sword. There was a collective gasp amongst those watching, which by now included all 120 of the school's 200+ students who'd come to the cafeteria to eat or socialize.

"Miss Clark!"

Paula rolled her eyes and turned to find Mister White at the room's entrance. He lifted a hand and curled a finger at her in invitation. She looked down to the groaning Travis and said with a purr, "Finished."



Mister White could have suspended Paula for a week as fighting for any reason was, obviously, a violation of the school's conduct code. But even before he'd been able to fully chastise Paula, another girl knocked on the door and claimed that Travis had grasped the new girl's ass as she walked by. Mister White knew of the jock's reputation, so he'd believed the tale without hesitation.

"Two day suspension," he said, signing the paper before him and adding a 2 to the empty space. "Including today."

He spun the page around to Paula, indicated where she needed to sign, and told her, "Not a good start, Miss Clark."

"Won't happen again," she promised him, knowing that it or something similar to it most likely would. "I promise."



And now, three hours later, Paula was across the street, leaning against a USPS drop box, waiting for Jason. She didn't know if he'd show after the incident in the cafeteria, but she was hopeful. She really needed to get into her email, but she couldn't do it from home where her internet had been nixed indefinitely.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

Jason spent the rest of the day focusing on the conondrum that was his new "friend". The incident in the cafeteria was the talk of the school and people varied on what happened or if te guy deserved it.

Not that Jason cared either way. He didn't care what jocks like that idiot said about him. He was past all of them and knew that their lives peeked a year ago. He knew he was better than them knew it and didn't mind telling them that.

But the girl was another story entirely. There was something about her something that spoke of kindred within the young genius. She was like him! In the sense that she didn't have the time or care for high school.

The final bell rang signaling the end of the day. He walked out with the crowd of kids spotting her across the street and making his way over to her. He stopped in front o her leaning back and regarding her for a second before jerking his thumb.

"Come on" he said giving a soft smile "my house is this way"

 

[Ritapita]

Paula turned with Jason and reached a hand into the crook of his arm. She cuddled up next to him as if a long term girlfriend.

"You mind?" she asked, thinking he might not find it appropriate. It wasn't, of course: hell, they didn't know each other after all. And if he told her he did mind, she'd pull back. "So, you always lived here?"

She waited for him to respond in what ever way he wished, then continued her interrogation.

"Siblings...?"
"Both parents still at home?"
"What do they do?"
"Got money?"
"Whatcha do for fun, 'sides tap at your keyboard?"
"Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Both?"

She didn't let up on the questions, even when it seemed as though he was in no mood to answer them. She would have asked more, but Jason lived so close to the school that they were all she'd gotten out.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

Jason walked with her trying to wrap his head around the concept some one suddenly being so interested in his life. Surely she knew she didn't have to ask right? That this was a strictly transactional relationship? Or did Shen take this whole friend job seriously?

He filled her in as best he could. He more or less gave her his story. He and his family always lived here ever since his late father brought them for a job at the local airport. He gave a brief description of his dad life as a pilot before his death with the airline company. Any sorry she started to give was quickly shot down. He knew the man only from pictures and movies. He seemed a nice enough man but Jason knew that movies and stories tended to be biased.

And he had none of his own.

"Here I am" he said pointing at a impressive two story house.

"Settlement" he explained catching her look "and no I don't have either a boyfriend or girlfriend! Why would any one want two?"

He went to the door but paused before going in.

"My mom will no doubt freak out over you" he said waving his hand at the door "I've never brought anyone home much less a girl. Please don't say anything that will send her off the deep end"

 

[Ritapita]

Paula feigned a shocked expression and pointed an extended finger back at herself.

"Me?" she said with an exaggerated tone of surprise. "Freak her out?"

She laughed and followed him up the stairs and into the house. She looked about for a moment as Jason went about his home again routine.

"I like it," she said with sincerity, which surprised her. She looked to him and said, "Homey."

Paula's last residence prior to the incident had been a 10,000 square foot Manhattan penthouse that looked out on dozens of internationally known landmarks. Her current residence on the edge of town that sat at the end of a long, open lane beyond a steel gate. It was a simple three bedroom ranch style house that she shared with her caretaker. Compared to her condo, Jason's home was quaint; and compared to Jason's home, her current place was a cave. It had no character whatsoever, with just the basic furniture and bare bones furnishings in the kitchen, bath, and other rooms.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

"Thank you" he said putting his backpack down on the couch.

"Ma you home?" He called out. He waited a few minutes and after having no response back shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on" he said taking her hand and leading her over to the basement door. He reached up running his fingers over the top before finding a switch and pressing down. There was a hiss and beep and the door unlocked letting out a blasts of cold air.

"Mind the steps" he said stepping in and clapping a pairing of lights flickered to life's illuminating the staircase leading down. He walked down and once he reached the final stepped paused to take his shoes off.

"No shoes on the carpet please" he said to her spitting them in a little shoe cubby and telling onto the plush shag carpeting.

His room was a mixture between a man cave and a mad scientists lab. On one far side of the room was the lab which featured half assembled robotics and computers. There was a few high end prices of equipment and strangely enough what looked like a vender machine and room a combined.

The rest ignore the room was devoted to living space and general fun. A refurbished tv hung on one wall and a hammock next to it. There was a beat up couch that dominated the middle room and a few refurbished pinball machines over in one corner.

 

[Ritapita]

"Un-be-liev-able," Paula murmured after a moment of walking about the basement shag in her bare feet. "I think I saw this movie. If I remember right, it ended with the crazed bad guy blowing up the entire town."

Paula leaned down to look into a glass globe that had electrostatic lightning jumping about inside. She looked to Jason, smiling broadly. "I am impressed."

She stood tall and started slowly his way, a flirtatious look in her eyes. She reached up to the lapels of the button up blouse Mister White had given her because of being in violation of the mandatory sleeves rule. She slipped it off her shoulders and let it drop to the thick carpet. It seemed as if it might be the first step of Paula stripping for a little unexpected afternoon delight.

But instead she slipped her long fingers into the sleeve of her Mock Neck just outside a bountiful breast, which she had not been able to do with the outer shirt in place, and pulled out a small slip of paper that she'd been hiding there. She unfolded and handed it to Jason, asking, “You're certain that nobody can trace this back to you, and then to me?”

On the slip of paper was an the email address. But most people would not have recognized it as one, as it wasn't for the world wide web that most people recognized. This one was for the now often spoke of and yet still mysterious dark web.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

"Do I look like a genius who doesn't know what he is doing?" He asked scoffing and raising an eyebrow.

Jason took the slip of paper between his nimble fingers and moved to the workbench. His hands swept over a mess of half assembled ipods sweeping them off to one edge. He reached for one of his special computers placing it in front of him and then turning to her.

"Make your self comfortable" he said gegsturing to the bed or the couch "this might take a few minutes"

Once she replied he turned moving back to the task at hand. It was child play to pull up the dark web address and begin the encryption process. At one point as gen worked he reached out tapping a iPod connected to the wall with wires. Jazz music began to play out through the speakers establishing a ryhm he followed with his fingers. He didn't say a word to her while he worked.

"There we go!" He said fifteen minutes later "you're all set"

He stepped back letting her look as he got himself a soda. He hesitated before grabbing her one and bringing it over.

"Satisfied?" He asked as the jazz music continued to play over the speaker system.

 

[Ritapita]

"I will," Paula responded to Jason's offer for her to make herself comfortable. She added, "Take your time. I'm in no hurry to leave."

She gave Jason a devilish smirk, wondering what he thought of her suggestive comment. She spun away, returning to wandering about the basement bedroom. Paula had never seen half of the interesting things in her host's room, and half of what she had seen she couldn't identify beyond perhaps having seen them in a science fiction or crime scene or computer hacker movie.

Jazz music suddenly sprang to life, Paula looked to Jason, finding him tapping his fingers to the rhythm. She began swaying to and from, then became a little more animated in her dance movements before suddenly flopping back playfully into the hammock stretched out before the television. She swung it back and forth, a bit farther and farther until she was able to reach out and snatch the television remote sitting on a lamp table. She clicked on the TV, muted the sound, and flipped through the channels rapid fire, seeing how she wasn't really interested in watching anything in particular.

When Jason told her she was all set, Paula swung out to her feet and danced across the floor to him. She plopped her hands onto his shoulders and leaned over him so far that her shapely bosom pressed down upon the top of his skull.

"Perfect!" she said before rising tall again and swinging his chair around toward her. "I need some privacy, 'kay?"

 

[EroticLiteracy]

He felt the swell of her chest pressing against his skull and hurriedly moved out of the seat. He wasn't sure what to make of her yet and given his little interactions with the opposite sex has no prior research to gauge what she was doing against. She seemed flirty but he suspected that was more to get what she wanted than an actual interest in him. She claimed not to run in the same social circles as the popular kids who ignored him. Yet she was far far to pretty not to!

She mentioned needing to be alone and Jason nodded. The idea of her dismissing him out of his own room minorly annoyed him. Whatever was in the email address must be something she didn't want anyone to see.

It was to bad then that his computer recorded everything.

"Sure" he finally said moving to the door "I'll give you ten minutes"

He moved up the creaking wooden staircase and out through the basement door. While he waited he made himself a quick sandwich. His mom wasn't set to get home for another hour so he killed time by doing some of the chores she usually took care of like unloading the dishwasher. Once the ten minutes were up he came back bringing two sandwiches with him for her.

"All done?" He asked placing the food on a small table.

 

[Ritapita]

"Thanks!" Paula said happily when Jason offered to give her some space. She plopped down into his chair and just smiled politely to him, waiting for him to leave. As he ascended the stairs, Paula couldn't help but think that for a computer nerd, Jason had a nice ass. When he was nearly out of sight, she called up to him, "I'll need twenty, please, Jason! Thanks! I owe you!"

Paula spun back to the computer, extracted yet a second small piece of paper hidden under the fabric of her top, and read the instructions: type in your password; open the email with the topic line Cute Giraffe Pictures (avoiding all other emails, as they would cause all of the emails to be deleted; link to the web address in the email; repeat the password without the first two characters; answer the two very personal questions that only Paula could answer; then she was in.)

Wow, incredible, she thought as she neared the end of the steps. In this case incredible wasn't a compliment of amazement, as it had been when she'd said it to Jason about his room. Paula simply didn't understand why all of this was necessary. Then she remembered that her life was in danger if certain people discovered her location.

A window suddenly popped up in the middle of the computer screen.

<<< Anyone ever tell ya you got a great ass?

Paula smiled, then laughed and typed.

>>> All the time. What makes you different from the others?

<<< I never tried to put my dick in it.

Paula laughed even louder, then looked to the stairs for any indication that Jason had heard and was going to respond to the sound.

>>> Some would say that makes you an idiot.

<<< Maybe...
<<< Are you safe?

Paula considered the question for a moment.

>>> Safe so far.

<<< Is this connection secure?
<<< Where are you?
<<< Private or public computer?

Again, she thought.

>>> Secure. Absolutely. Nerd from school. Seems to know his shit. I trust him.

<<< Did you let him put his dick in your ass?

Again Paula laughed.

>>> Only place his dick's been is his own hand.

As soon as she'd hit enter, Paula felt bad about having typed it. Jason was a nice kid, and while quiet and reserved, he had a confidence streak that Paula hadn't found in a lot of men like him.

<<< That's cold.
<<< Even from you.

She nearly responded to the friendly insult but hesitated.

<<< What do you need?

Paula turned the second note over and began typing her list.

>>> Cash, phone, black book.

<<< Already packed. Where? When?

That was something Paula hadn't yet figured out. She sat back in the chair, and for no particular reason glanced about herself. That made her consider Jason: he'd already done this for her, getting her onto the dark web. Paula recalled the drive to Carvers Glen two weeks earlier and thought for sure that Jason would be willing to give her a ride out to the freeway. It was only 30 or 35 miles, she thought. She returned to the keyboard

>>> Tomorrow night 11pm. Truck stop. Exit 99a.

Then she smiled again.

>>> I'll be the one with the great ass.

<<< See ya.

And just as suddenly as the window had appeared, it disappeared, as did everything else: the email, the mailbox and all its faked emails, the connection to the dark web. A dedicated hacker spending several if not dozens of hours, depending on skill, could eventually find it all and maybe even open up the message thread. But Paula didn't know anything about any of that, so in her mind all that had passed over the past 10 minutes was gone.

Paula stood and twisted a bit, grimacing at the feel of her jeans. When she'd fled New York City, she hadn't had time to safely retrieve some of her favorite, better fitting clothes. She glanced about, found a dresser with promise, and opened a drawer to retrieve what she wanted.

"All done?" Jason called from above a moment later.

"All done!" Paula confirmed.

As he descended the stairs, Jason came into view of Paula's backside just as she was pulling a pair of his boxers up to hide her otherwise bare ass. She wiggled the waist band to make it more comfortable, then turned to face him.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked innocently. She nodded toward her jeans, laying across the end of his bed. The red lace of her thong panties protruded a bit from a front pocket. "Those were so uncomfortable."

She looked back to the computer, then back to Jason, adding, "Thanks for that, I really appreciate it. In fact, I'd like to make it up to you. Maybe dinner, on me. There's a truck stop out at the freeway. I love truck stop food. Breakfast, 24/7. You have a car, don't you?"

 

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Of all the things Jason was expecting when he came down this was not one of them. The sight of her wiggling into his boxers sent a shiver of delight through his body that ended in his groom. His eyes flickered over to the jeans taking note of the material poking out of the pocket and imagining it on her. Contrary to most geniuses at his age Jason was very much interested in the female sex. Not interested enough to act like some helpless idiot whenever they were around burn interested enough for his voice to get slightly huskier as he spoke to her.

"I don't mind" he said gesturing at the food "I brought you some food in case you were hungry"

She mentioned a truck stop and asked him if he had a car. The implied second favor she was about to ask gave Jason pause. He knew or at least heard of women who didn't mind flirting to gain favors. Was she one of them? Was that why she was here?

Not that it mattered Jason was using her to get his mom off his back. He finally nodded and spoke.

"Yeah I do" he said sitting down at the table and grabbing his sandwich "If you want me to drive you somewhere just say it. If your paying gas and agree to continue to
Be my "friend" I don't mind taking you"

 

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"I'd be your friend even if you didn't do me favors," Paula said quickly with a sincere tone. It wasn't true, of course: she was only hanging with Jason because of what he could do for her, either with his computer or with his car. But he didn't need to know that now. "I like you, Jason. You're kinda cool, even if you are a nerd."

Paula took the sandwich, laughed playfully, and dropped back into her hammock again. She was sitting in it crosswise, watching him intently as she ate. She remembered studying his ass as he climbed the stairs and told herself that she was probably going to have to fuck him at some point to keep him from thinking her just another tease.

Have to, she thought. Have to, like you wouldn't enjoy it, too.

Paula had enjoyed a lot of life during her short portion of it, and a lot of that had involved having a man ball's deep inside her. Sometimes, these couplings had been entirely about getting something from the man fucking her. Sometimes, it had been about enjoying herself. Sometimes, it had been about both.

Jason would be both, of course. As much as she enjoyed a man who knew what he was doing in bed, Paula enjoyed training a man who knew squat about pleasing a woman. She was almost certain Jason had probably never even seen a bare tit, let alone had his hand or mouth on one. Maybe a little I'll show you mine if you show me yours with a cousin at a family reunion. And intercourse? Right!

She finished off another bite of the sandwich, smirked devilishly, then asked point blank, "Are you a virgin, Jason?"

 

[EroticLiteracy]

Her question took him by surprise. He stopped mid chew raising his eyes brows at her in shock. He swallowed hard coughin and clearin his throat. For the first time in a while he blushed out of embarrassment.

"Of course I am" he said shaking his head "you've seen my status in school. I am sure one of the girls would be interested in me but I'd rather not just settle"

He pushed the rest of his sandwich away and leaned back to regard her.

"And you wouldn't be" he said calling her out on her earlier lie "no reason to pretend otherwise I'm not like the other men you've been around that need false words and a shake of your sexy ass. I've also taught my self how to read people like Sherlock Holmes"

He got up coming over to her and leaning down until their faces were inches apart. He studied her eyes his piercing blue orbs locking in before he finally grunted and moved back.

"So when is this car ride of ours going to take place?" He asked turning to her.

 

[Ritapita]

Paula thought Jason was going to kiss her. When he didn't, she was almost disappointed. No, not almost.

"Tomorrow night," she said as she snatched the pickle on the side from her plate before she handed it to him. And knowing that Jason knew she had a destination not a Blue Plate Special in mind, she admitted, "Need to be there before 11. Does that work for you?"

She swung the hammock to allow her to stand, her breasts very nearly coming into contact with Jason's face before she turned to cross to his bed. She pulled the red thong from the pocket and tossed it onto the bed, then reached deeper into the pocket. She returned to him, handing him one of her two twenties, telling him it was for gas.

"And you should never settle," Paula told him concerning his comment about his choice of potential school mate lovers. She reached out to caress some finger tips upon his jawline, telling him with a seductive tone, "I'll bet there's a girl worth having who's already set her eyes on having you."

Paula was tempted to step forward and straddle Jason here and now, when suddenly there was a slam on the floor above them. A woman's voice sounded, "Jason! Can you help me with the groceries, honey?"

 

[EroticLiteracy]

"Works for me" Jason replied stepping back as she moved out of the hammock.

"Come here and we'll drive out together" he said watching her eat the pickle and following her. He watched her throw her underwear on the bed and his eyes tracked it beforehand he could stop himself. His nostrils flared as he thought about scenting her but quickly composed himself before she could notice.

Then she was in his space tracing her fingertips against his jaw in a way that made him shiver. His eyes darkened with desire and he leaned in once more almost as if gen was going to throw caution to the wind and...

SLAM

He flinched and stepped back hearing him mom moving above. He glanced at her taking in her outfit and shaking his head.

"Get dressed" he hissed movin up the staircase and clambering up. He opened the door shutting it behind him and moving his into the kitchen.

"There you are sweetie!" His mom said turning and smiling at him.

"How was your day?"

"Fine" he answered movin to help her "I don't mean to alarm you but I have a friend over"

She turned a large smile breaking over her face.

"Really!" She exclaimed happily "what's his name? That's excellent news sweetie"

"Her name isn't Paula" Jason said turnin to his mom "she's downstairs we were watching tv"

His moms eyes grew even larger as she hesitated.

"A girl?" She said testing it out "like a uh girlfriend!"

"No mom" he said shaking his head "you didn't ask me to get a girlfriend... is that next?"

"No!" She shouted before clearing her throats and blushing "I just uh wasn't expecting it"

"You didn't specify gender in your challenge" he reminded her crossing his arms "I performed my social experiment based off of your words"

"I was just surprised Is all!" His mom said quickly "that's uh good news honey does your little friend need something to drink!"

 

[Ritapita]

Paula was just coming up the stairs as she heard the words little friend. She almost burst out in laughter, thinking, Oh, mom, get ready.

She concluded her ascent and stepped out into the view of Jason's mother. The woman's eyes widened as she looked the tall, curvy woman up and down.

"Hi, Mrs. Jason's Mom," Paula said with a smile. She realized that she didn't even know Jason's last name. "I hope it was okay for me to be in Jason's room. I promise, I didn't try to get him out of his pants or anything."

She laughed, thinking You know, your city humor might not go over well here in Hicksville.