Path to Our Future part 3

I’m looking at the first week in December and Rachael’s medieval winter formal is right around the corner giving me not a lot of time to prepare personally. More so I’ve been wondering about what happened at our fall formal with the voting. Putting a reject up with Kori is one thing but it’s a low end distraction tactic at best, even my Dad agrees with me on that. I get fitted during a couple times before the big dance and all the tickets are paid for giving me thirteen total. Devin and Masha are coming but the rest of my girls are opting out for Rachael who has no clue what I’m planning. Katy made me swear that I would wear whatever it is that the guys are working on for me one time and go all barbarian on her. It’s a funny idea and I got to admit it would be plenty hot. As for Rachael she won’t tell me what she’s wearing and when I tell her I’ll meet her at the dance she simply tells me she’ll ‘try’ to wait for me but she might just start dancing with others if I take too long.

I’m actually talking with Tania as we head to final period and I get to meet up with Kori and Matty who are all sorts of happy to see me. I’ve been busy with school business and sneaking my college classes when I’m not running the small world of my high school. My girls are all happy and I’m watching my flock grow, we were at about fifteen to twenty people on the bleachers last year but now I’m easily at fifty and more than half of them are tutoring or being tutored.

“Guy, I’ve got Jun finally able to look at the hack job and he says they covered their tracks pretty good and instead of tracking them down he’s informed the District Admins of the breach. They are upping the firewall,” Hideo informs me breaking into my relaxation time with business.

“I want all eyes up,” I state and Ben nods in agreement.

“I’ve got people keeping an eye on all the girls and you in classes,” Ben tells me confidently,” and thanks to Vicki getting me a few more we have every lunch monitored. Someone throws a bad piece of pizza at another person we’ll know.”

“Good, I like that. I know I seem a little paranoid but we’ve been down this road and we’re not taking any chances,” I state to my crew.

“Boss I gotta ask, why have Masha and I at the dance with Rachael,” Devin asks and Masha is quick to chime in.

“My big beautiful love we will speak for him and protect him. Someone must watch Guy’s back and you are so fearsome that no man would be crazy enough to try anything with him,” Masha tells Devin cuddling up to him.

“And no woman would be dumb enough to try to pry me away from Rachael while I have Masha there to keep them back,” I add getting a laugh from all.

It’s a good laugh and when the final bell rings most of the students leave save for my crew, we hang around for a little longer to let the rush pass us by before finally hitting the parking lot and heading towards home. I’m in the door for maybe two minutes when my phone goes off and I’m asked for details as to the dance by Lou who now seems to have my number. I start to go down the basics and we get another truck for transport making three vehicles, me on my Pale Horse and two trucks one belonging to Devin. I’m also told that I’ll need to be at the school to get painted up. I’m not sure what that means but it sounds a little funny to me, then again this is my idea.

I’m a day away from the dance and I have been asked to head over to Rachael’s school. Apparently someone told them that most of our defense would be coming to their dance and I was leading them which means now I am asked to meet with a few of a few member’s of their leadership. I bring Kyle since he knows most of the people anyway and he’s the diplomatic one between the two of us. We take separate vehicles and it’s during school hours still when we leave our school and arrive at Rachael’s. We head to the office and are greeted by the a couple people from the leadership, two guys and a girl who guide us to a conference room.

“So glad you came by we’re just trying to make sure that nothing violent is going to happen at the winter formal,” the Vice President, Amy a nice little Fillipina girl, states
as we sit.

“Well we’re just looking to do some mild grandstanding is all, nothing violent and we’re certainly not going to try to cause any major trouble,” Kyle states calmly.

I note that of everyone in the room I’m the underdressed one as everyone else is in prep styled clothing. Kyle does a majority of the talking while I sit and listen, I honestly feel like a carnivore who is sitting next to an omnivore that is talking to three herbivores. Mostly they want assurances that nobody will be harmed and that we won’t be under the influence of anything. It’s all basic stuff when I note something from Amy; the whole time Kyle is talking she’s fidgeting and shifting in her seat. She’s maybe 5’5” in her shoes and thin with long black hair and braces but she’s cute in a turtleneck and long skirt. I’m casually watching her as the rest talk about us not interfering with their announcements but as soon as I turn my gaze to Amy she’s looks away a little embarrassed. That inner part of my predatory nature must be kicking in because I’m looking at her, she knows I am and she’s getting nervous/excited about it when Kyle wraps up our meeting and I decide to chime it.

“Kyle could you go check the gym here since they are hosting their formal on site,” I ask Kyle getting a nod before turning to Amy,” Could I ask a terrible favor from you my dear?”

“Ummm I guess,” Amy stammers a little surprised.

“I’ve never been around the school and was wondering if I could get a supervised tour from you if it’s no trouble,” I ask and give her a friendly smile.

“Sure, I can show you around a little bit,” she tells me with a light smile of her own.

We exit the conference room and I watch Kyle lead the other school leaders as he is talking about when he was there. Amy on the other hand walks me in a different direction and I can tell that they have a lot more money in this school than we have at mine. Yeah we have a band program but they have five different music programs and three art classes, yeah elitist is the word. But Amy is very kind and polite as I start asking about her.

“So you will be at this medieval dance,” I query and get a head shake.

“I’m hoping so but I’m going to be alone, bad boyfriend,” she tells me brushing her hair behind her ear.

“So my fiancé goes to school here, Rachael Bingham,” I ask seeing if they know each other.

“You’re him, the bad mystery man,” Amy says surprised but a little disheartened,” she’s been so happy whenever anyone asks about the ring on her hand.”

“Yeah that’s me, I was hoping you’d be going so you could keep her company till I arrive,” I tell her getting an off look.

“You aren’t picking her up? What is it you’re planning,” She asks now trying to gauge my intentions.

“I’d tell you but that would ruin the surprise,” I tell her as we turn another corner in the halls.

I’m a little lost when we come to the auditorium and she starts going into their performing arts programs. God they have money here, it’s a little scary as we are now in the control booth. A big ass switch board and a couple chairs in the room. I step inside knowing that I’m being led but I’m curious to see how ‘assertive’ she is, the door closes behind us and now I’m ‘trapped’.

“I’m guessing you didn’t bring me here to talk about music or the dance,” I ask and see she’s embarrassed.

“Rachael talks about you a lot, she says you are allowed to have sex with anyone that wants you,” Amy asks fidgeting.

“No I fuck whoever I want to,” my swearing makes her cringe a little,” I’ve been turned down and have turned down some in kind but if I want a girl she usually wants it too. Like you have been since we were sitting in the conference room.”

“You make me nervous, I’m not a virgin or anything but Rachael told a couple of her friends that you were nothing like Kyle was and everyone thought of him like he was some god,” Amy tells me still fidgeting.

I motion Amy over to me and turn her around before pulling a chair up and sitting down with her facing away from me. I use my hands on her hips to slowly guide her to sit down on my lap. It’s not instinct that causes her to grind her ass against me a little and I smile at it. I pull the long skirt up past her knees then further till I have her lap exposed, it takes a moment but I get her legs spread before reaching a hand down to feel silky smooth panties. I trace my fingers around the edges before sliding my fingers inside the waist band and run the tips down to her crease; she’s unshaved, possibly not even trimmed as I start to rub her mound and clit. Amy’s back is pressed against my chest and her moaning is more than I expected as she grinds her hips forward to meet my fingers and he ass back against my hardening cock. My finger finds its way into her warm pussy and Amy starts writhing at my touch; her wetness is impressive as I work a lone finger in and out of her.

“Can you fuck me please,” Amy mumbles quietly.

“Excuse me,” I reply stopping and removing my hand.

“I need some love, can I have your love,” she asks getting very shy.

I stand her up and start helping her strip down till she’s only wearing her birthday best, her breasts are smallish but and her pussy is hairy but the moisture on the hair could be seen from where I’m sitting. I take my coat off and strip down so that she can see what she’s getting herself into. I’m naked and all she can do is stare at my cock as it’s pointed up towards her, I sit back down and beckon her towards and she follow my lead till she’s on her knees in between my legs. I watch as with great care Amy slowly allows her mouth to descend onto my cock, she only takes half of it but it’s her posture that gains my immediate attention. Her knees are together and her arms are on my legs giving her a position to keep me in place. I smile as she bobs up and down filling the booth with a slurping noise. I start to feel good when I decide to stop her by pulling her mouth off my cock confusing her.

“That was good but we need to establish something first,” I tell her before gripping her head by the hair firmly and standing us up,” Now are you a good girl?”

“I’m a good girl Guy,” Amy answers and I grip her face with my free hand in response.

“A good girl doesn’t invite a boy she barely knows to a private room to suck his cock. Now answer me honestly,” I tell her in a stern tone.

“I’m a bad girl,” the little Filipina says with a shy tone.

“See was that so hard, now you said you wanted love. I don’t have any for you, what I do have is the desire to fuck you. Not sex, fucking,” I inform her,” Now what do you want given your options?”

Amy doesn’t answer verbally but instead lowers herself to the floor bringing me down with her. I’m between her legs and over her small frame as I feel her hands guide me to the entrance and with a little curl of her hips she pushes my cock head inside her. I smirk down at her and she starts to smile back as I wrap my arms up underneath her shoulders. I’m only just inside her and she’s trying to get me deeper when it occurs to her that I have her pinned down, I can feel Amy start to squirm for a moment trying to get her more of me before I give her what she wants in one hard thrust. Amy’s face is one of shock and possibly some pain, she’s hot and tight inside as I back up slowly and slam myself into her again. I’m not testing or even letting her get used to me as I slam into her; I’m getting ready for the fun part. I have her locked into place so she really can’t move when I start fucking her, hard fast and with an intensity I usually save for Katy’s ass, I miss her ass and I’m going to take it out on Amy’s little pussy.

“Slow down…. Please slow down,” Amy stammers while being driven into the floor.

“No, you fucking take it. You wanted it now take it,” I tell her pulling her onto me while pushing myself into her.

Amy doesn’t try to stop me or fight me as I am mercilessly pounding her and filling the room with her whimpering and my grunting. She almost curls in to a ball save for me holding her down and with her head on my chest I feel her lock up and grunt as an orgasm washes over her. I don’t slow down till she starts to relax and that is where I get my new idea. I relax on her body and move my arms down from her shoulders and under her legs before moving them up. I’d normally stop when I get them on my elbows but this time I’m going for maximum penetration and have her ankles up by my head. I back up once till just the head is inside Amy before pounding down in hard. If she didn’t have time to feel how deep I was getting before she is now as every thrust is followed by a smacking of her wet pussy hitting my hips and a grunt of invasion from her mouth. I’m feeling great; being in total control in a foreign place is an ego boost to say the least but my little brain is letting me know that too much too fast and too hard is bringing an end to our play.

“I’m going to stop soon and you are going to let me cum in the little mouth of yours yes,” I tell Amy as I can tell she’s about to cum again.

I feel her clamp down on me and I bury myself in her as a response letting her feel me at her deepest before I pull out and move to sit on one of the chairs. It takes Amy a few seconds to recover but when she does she’s off the floor and gagging herself on me hard and deep. I take her hair in my hands just to hold onto something as I feel her hand massaging my balls. I tense up and as I start to cum she holds nothing back as she keeps working me over and over milking every last bit of my cum out of my balls. I feel buzzed and a little light headed before I calm down and note she’s moved from sucking me to licking me all the way to my base. I almost want to make her show me but I figure she swallowed it and if I get a next time I figure I’ll be a little harder on her, maybe bring Katy around too. We quietly dress and as soon as she’s decent I back her up against the far wall and lifting her up by her ass and kiss her deeply. She warms to me and slowly I let her down before she smiles at me.

“Thank you,” I tell Amy as she grins.

“You are a hell of a lot better than Rachael’s stories,” Amy tells me as we exit the booth.

There is no more tour save for idly showing me around and waiting for school to end.