As I walked down, I recognized the sweatshirt. I stopped mid-step and swore under my breath. Glancing around I tried to figure a way to get around her. She was sitting right in front of the lot, in which I’d parked front row today. There was no way to avoid her. I might as well just face the music. With a sigh I fixed my jacket to block the cold wind and walked down the rest of the steps up to the bench. She must have heard me coming because as I got close she spun around. When she saw it was me, she dropped her eyes to the ground, and turned her back on me again, crossing her arms. ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me.’ She mumbled. ‘Wish I was.’ I said back. I noticed her shivering. ‘Where’s your ride?’ Without turning around she replied ‘No idea. My parents don’t really listen to their voice-mail very often, so right now I’d say not until they notice I’m not home. Which won’t happen for at least a few hours since neither of them get off till eight.’ ‘Ah. Did you try and call anybody. “Did you?” I asked She gazed at me calmly, knowing what I asked. “Yes. I was nervous, though. In fact, I almost broke the whole thing up when I saw you playing with her tits. But, honey, you gave me a gift when you brought Mark home, and I wanted to repay that. “How did you get into the closet?” “I snuck past while you were kissing Pamela. It wasn’t hard. You two weren’t exactly looking around,” she teased. “How did you like the play action?” I wondered if she enjoyed it as much as I had. “It’s funny, like I said, I was jealous at first. But after a while, I actually began to enjoy watching. “Her eyes twinkled, “especially the look on your face when Marcie got undressed. It was hilarious watching you trying not to look or touch.” She came to me then, and cuddled up next to me. We didn’t talk for a while. Finally though, I had to ask. “You planned that didn’t you?” She giggled. “Yes. Marcie didn’t want to do it, but I invoked sister privileges. I’m glad I did too. She’s been.
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