Mr C’s Face Between My Legs

So yeah, thanks for all of the kudos on Flasher Girl. I posted it here & another site & liked comments & messages & such. I dont wana get stuck in flash mode & just talk about that but this one guy asked me something that got a memory going of a actual flash and that expanded into a fantasy that I still get hot to even today. Hope you like it. Remember, I’m not a for real writer so I don’t plan on acing the grammar bit.
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I’m almost 5’4, black hair, brown eyes, pert A-almost-B cups, slender, nice butt, sassy, silent rebel type. In Flasher Girl I told about middle school so what I’m going to tell about now didn’t fit because this one happened when I was in high school. But mmmmmm it’s a hot-hot one, I gotta say.

I was asked by one of the readers who messaged me if I ever flashed a friends daddy. Hm. I’m sure as much as I’ve spread my legs, some of my friends daddies have been around. But, I never did a serious flash if I knew some guy was a friends daddy.

Buuuut, that’s not to say I didnt do quick peak stuff like crossing my legs & wanting him to check me out. Some did & some didnt. Oh well. I still liked doing it.

And that brings me to this bitchy-chick Cameron. She was blond & had this Nordic like super-face with blue eyes. Yeah, the kind of girl we all other girls love to hate, ha. Well, not actually. I’m not a hater and if a girl is nice, I dont care what she looks like. But Cameron was all full of herself & she was just awful. If you would of known her, you would of felt the same. She laughed at poor girls and teased shy girls. She was in cheer so we all knew she was athletic as hell.

She pushed me in the hallway a few times and laughed and of course her parasitic friends laughed. But what could I do? She was like 5ft8 and I’m not even 5ft4 and she was like 15 pounds heavier. She never talked to me or ever knew who I was because she was two grades higher. She just liked showing she ruled. I really wanted someone to take her down right out in front of everyone so I could sit on her face and give her some good ol’ stinkface.

I never thought it would happen and it never did but I stumbled into a whole new different thing.

We had a parent/teacher meeting this one night at our high school. They started with a general meeting in different rooms and we were all in rooms according to the initials of our last names. So—-wah-LAH—guess what? I was in the same room as Cameron and her dad. The room was packed and Cameron & her friends was all sitting in chairs facing the front but I got there a wee bit late and sat way at the back against a side wall facing the other side wall.

– – – – – – FACING Mr. Cameron (the only name I had for him at that time). Facing her daddy. Me in a skirt. Prickles of revenge feeling like a soft paint brush on the back of my neck. I had spread my legs enough times to know I had power there so it was going to be revenge baby! Revenge!

How would me spreading my legs be revenge? I know. That’s what I had to figure out. I felt it but I didn’t know why. If I never figured it out, I wouldn’t of cared. I still would have done it. But it was even better bcuz I did figure it out. Revenge because I could make hot-bitch Cameron’s daddy hot for me. Maybe she was the most exotic girl in school, but I bet … I BET!!!!!!!! I could get her daddy hard just by spreading my legs. He would be hot for me and that’s all I needed to get even.

She would be so narly mad if she knew! I would be all happy even if she never knew. Just me knowing her daddy was hot for me was enough. Actually I didnt want her to know b/c I didnt need her coming after me. So my plan was just to get him to look up between my legs and get a big hard on and think about me all night. Mmmmm I love the thought of that.

So, she was all-everything and in her eyes I was all-nothing. I was the small girl she could knock into in the hallway. If I could get her daddy to get hard-hard-hard by looking up my skirt, I would totally rule her! She might never know, but I always would.

I was wearing a mid-thigh sort of peasant skirt that was dark marroon. I was glad I didnt wear jeans like I had sort of planned when I got dressed in the morning.