Lunch hour…Horton-Dexter High

“You know I have yet to eat lunch in the actual cafeteria. Only problem is I’ll need to curb my actions a bit with such a mish mash of all ages. I can’t count on my Seniors even if there are over 600 that are 18 years old. Those I know would shield me from the underclassmen but there’s bound to be attention coming my way if I go braless and roll my waistband down again.” Piper Cherry paced the Principal/ Counsellor’s office with indecision. “I should just go outdoors like usual but part of me wants to see what I can get away with. I mean I’m completely covered if not second skin from the waist down. My shirt covers my chest but the material hides nothing without my bra.”

“Wearing out our carpet?”

Carl Manley returned from the front office where he was making copies and chatting with his secretarial staff. Seeing him Piper halted her runway modelling in the aisle beside their desks.

“Need your advice, Carlos. I was thinking of eating in the cafeteria for my first time. I haven’t met any of the workers there, so I grew curious about the idea. Obviously, I’d be seen by a hundred or more Freshmen, Sophomore, and Juniors, those few Seniors still under 18, so I’m you know… edgy.”

“They’ve seen you wear short dresses.”

“Yes, but I don’t actively flash them. I’m pretty careful of any bending and such.”

“What did you do at the Marquette football game?”

“That’s slightly different Carl, I had football players and cheerleaders cloaking me most of the time. Even when Maya Trinidad and I… sparred…”

“People saw skin. No way around it. Even when you and Trinidad cut the rug so to speak.”

“Yes, but again both football teams and Coaches surrounded us, Carl. Outsiders in the bleachers were blinded by a wall of Senior bodies.”

“You’re losing your fearlessness Cherry.” He frowned and sat his freshly made copies on his desk.

“Carl… I just fucked Roger in his classroom after an interesting game of strip charades. All of his class at the time were 18 I researched beforehand. Those students I didn’t know I got to know before going too far.”

“Interesting! I’ll have to check out the camera footage of his class later. So, you and Dundee had Sex in front of them?”

“Not full on, that was after the class left the room. Furlong and Rice covered the door to give us a moment alone. Rog did finger me during class, but his hand was under the waistband of my leggings when he did it. Anyways… my belly is growling I skipped breakfast this morning.”

“You’re wearing clothes so bon appetite.”

“Yes, but my areolas are easy to see.” She tugs her shirt tight to give him a visual, as if he couldn’t already see them clearly. “I did bring a dress from home. I could change for lunch I suppose or just put my bra on until after.”

“Leave it off and go eat.”

“Seriously? I mean I can keep my waistline pulled up into my parking lot.” She chuckled.

“Stop sweating. Just go be yourself. You know how far you can do anything; I’ve seen you pull off worse.”

“You’re right, I’m being a nervous Nelly. I should have faith in you if anything goes wrong.”

“Yes, you should. Something I should point out…” He winks at her, “Do you think I’d hire any lunch lady or chef that wasn’t open minded?” Her eyes stared without blinking for a moment to process this revelation.

“So… wow! I guess I’m the mystery meat.” She hissed smiling. “Who are our Kitchen staff?”

“Head chef is Nico Perez, prison reform so he’s buff and tough. Guarantee he’s got your back because nobody else would hire him and I did.”

“Ah!” She pictures her ex-husband Davon Liberty suddenly and gets a chill that forces her hands into rubbing her biceps. “Sorry!” She winced pathetically, “That term prison just… you know… Davon my ex?”

“Sorry! The two servers and prep cooks are Ming Lerner a cute Vietnamese gal married to a guy that could be her great grampa, he’s like 80 and she’s 32. Trust me when I say she’s hardly worried about anything but his money and her green card status. I’m shocked Furlong hasn’t mentioned Ming… he’s had her.”

“Really? I’ll have to corner him in Detention and get the down low.”

“Last gal is Charmaine Jackson, African American. She’s 25, I think and as flirty as they get. Damon Rice’s cousin’s kid.”

“Again, Damon hasn’t mentioned her.”

“He’s protective of her some, even though he doesn’t stop her if she gets frisky. Antoine Boss sneaks over and sees her I hear. She’s got a record too.”

“For what?”

“Prostitution for a spell. Damon pulled her out of that scene. Let him tell you about that, between us until he does.”

“Gotcha! Okay! Well, I better go, or I’ll get leftovers. Lunch only has what thirty minutes left to serve.”

“Yep! Hold on a minute.” He steps directly up to her and rolls her waistband down as she had earlier until a teeny tiny puff of landing strip popped over. “Hint only. Don’t roll it down further until you know it’s safe to. Cover those when it doesn’t look obvious, otherwise… flaunt it.”

“God, I Love you, Carl.” She grins and bats her lashes, “Crack up?” She turns in step to let him adjust it enough to offer only the upper bridge between cheeks.

“Inch tops. Low as you want under safe conditions.”

“Off to see the lizard! God, I need a tongue on my clit.”

He chuckled watching her walk away, her perfect Ass in those yellow leggings was like seeing her without them, that crease snugly right up inside her Ass was certainly dropping off on both sides. As often as he tried to refrain from interaction, he found himself going to his doorway just to watch her wiggling down the hall with pride. Rubbing his chin, he looks down at his lap to see a bulge. Closing his door and locking it during lunch he went back to her desk and found her bra. Nice motivation he sat back and rubbed one off into her cups. His secret, her discovery.

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Lunchtime was chaotic in the cafeteria. Upon arrival, arms over her chest at the moment Piper stood in the double doorway entrance and trembled. While it was indeed a youthful relaxation moment for many underclass students, a large portion of them were already seated and eating, off in their own world gabbing over God knows what. Surveying the populace, she did locate a number of Seniors there that she knew would assist her in any hijinks should she apply herself.

“teacher‘s tables… there’s Dewey. I’ll start there until the lunch line slims down.” There were at least thirty students waiting on trayed platters. Observing the woman filling plates she easily recognized her as Ming. The other assisting her Charmaine. “They are cute. Wonder where this Nico is?” She could see the entire kitchen behind the servers. “No muscular stud backing them up. Aw well, I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”

Finding Dewey absorbed with reading a book as he ate, Piper snuck up behind her favorite hairy man she called Wolfman Jack. Placing her hands over his eyes he straightened his posture as if uncertain who would do this in the lunch area. “Guess who?” Piper altered her tone of voice then gave him a hint by placing one of her breasts around each side of his neck as if a travel pillow. Nobody was really looking at her.

“Hmmm? Can’t see… now I can’t hear…” He fidgeted out loud, her breasts were smothering his ears, so it made sense. “Helen Keller?” Not answering him Piper switched tactics and covered his eyes using only one hand to Free the other up. While making certain nobody was spying outside of a few Seniors she dipped her finger beneath her waistband and up inside her vulva to brings back a sample of her wet Pussy. Bringing her finger back around she not only blinded him, made him deaf, but in placing her finger inside his mouth made him mute.

“See no evil! Hear no evil! Speak no evil!” She whispered.

“HEY! HEY! IT’S THE MONKEE’S!” He mumbled sucking her fingertip dry and sighing.

“You’ve been talking to Roger about Evolution, haven’t you?” She pulled away then hugged his neck before tugging at his beard. From there she threw her left leg over the picnic table style bench to face him. Looking at her he smiled first then caught a glimpse of her areolas shining like headlights on high beam through her white shirt.

“Nice! I didn’t know Nico was serving pineapple.”

“DOH!” She made a Homer Simpson response then switched it to, “DOLE!” All in good fun.

Eyes lowering to her leggings and that damp divide between her thighs he puckered. “No dress today. Wolfy like!”

“Miss it, Mister Doggystyle?” She razzed him, referring to him fucking her doggy in the streets of Nashville in their insane Chinese Fire Drill like orgy that got them all arrested.

“Still panting Counsellor.”

“Good! Never change Wolfgang!” She steals a French fry from his plate. “Lines getting low I better get in there before I get table scraps. So, where’s this Nico, I haven’t seen any Chef yet.”

“His jobs done for the time being. He usually steps out back for a cigarette.”

“scary?”

“Big boy! Did time I hear. But, hey, in Carl we trust.”

“I do! Let me grab a bite and I’ll be… maybe back. Testing things around here with so much cameltoe and backup plan… if you get my drift.” She twists to show off her Ass, then faced him again. Reaching down between her legs he pinched a clump of her pubes sprouting up over her leggings.

“Fair trade! You tugged my beard.”

“Mmmm! God, I’m Horny!”

“I’m not doing anything after work.” He chuckled.

“Busy! But you know I’ll consider it Dewme Knowles!” Hopping up she swipes one more French fry for the road and squeezes his broad shoulders in making her escape. He watched her wiggle across the cafeteria without even covering her chest. Curious he divided his own personal pleasure and absorbed the atmosphere of students. Most seemed uncaring and almost oblivious to her skintight travels, but eyes were certainly catching on. He had his own stress building but kept his thoughts on it minimal. Back to his book… Call of the Wild. The author’s name was Jack. He might have too later. Especially after seeing London then her stealing his France. Nope! No underpants.

In line behind three young men and two girls Piper opted to tap the shoulder of the girl in front of her. “What’s on the menu today?”

“Meatloaf!” The petite blond rolled her eyes at an angle until she realized it was Counsellor Cherry behind her, attitude changing. “Oh, hey Miss Cherry. You look… nice today.” Her eyes taking in Piper’s chest. “You are so cool.”

“Thanks! I don’t think we’ve met, have we?”

“Zoey Harper.”

“Hi Zoey! Junior? Senior?”

“Senior. I was in Mister Knowles class that day you two waltzed. I just didn’t speak up.”

“You should have.” The first two young men in line took their plates to a table, Zoey moving up but returning to face Piper. “You’re not a cheerleader, I’d know.” Zoey in appearance looked athletic, “Girls’ sports?”

“Volleyball before those stupid budget cuts! I really loved playing but that’s over and done, this being my last year here. Dunbar was a really good coach too. I don’t know what we’ll do when Coach Ruth leaves us. You should take over; convince the school board we need volleyball.”

“Concerning Ruth her spots filled! Carl hired a new girl’s coach recently. Basketball though. Sure, I’ll see about volleyball.”

“Awesome! Is she old like Ruth?”

“Oh no! She’s mid 20’s.”

“That’s cool! Maybe she can actually practice with us and not throw her back out. Volleyball, even if we don’t have a team anymore.” Zoey giggled. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course! That’s why I’m here. I had a question about the menu, so I owe you one.”

“Right! Funny! How do you not get into trouble dressing like… that?” She leans closer and whispers, “You cameltoe is insane. So jealous! I’d wear tight leggings like that if I could.”

“Isn’t it?” Piper winked, “Nobody’s told me I couldn’t wear what I wear.” True it was! Carl once his trust level took effect promoted her attire. Demoting what she actually did cover up. “Who do you think got the dress code to loosen up?”

“That was awesome of you. We’re adults now, so we should be treated as such.”

“My thoughts as well.” Piper stepped into Zoey with a body bump and made her advance one spot. “Better put your tray on the ledge there, they might put your lunch on the counter by accident.”

“Right!” Zoey chuckled and slid her tray next in line. The server Ming plating meatloaf on her tray. Ming instantly met eyes with Piper and winked.

“You’re Ming, correct?” Piper waved.

“Yes! You are the new Counsellor.”

“That easy to pinpoint? I could be the Janitor. I’ve been told I vacuum a mean…” She laughed, Zoey giggling while Charmaine supplied mashed potatoes and carrots to her tray. Piper deviating a moment to pat Zoey on the shoulder, “We’ll talk soon I promise. Net serve I swear!”

“K! Bye!” Zoey headed off to eat.

“To answer your question?” Ming continued by pointing at her own nipples then at Piper’s. “You are obvious!”

“Awww! Dead giveaway, huh?” She winced playfully. Charmaine with her current duties done leaned on her arms to peer under the warming hood above the food.

“Damon said you were gorgeous. But daaaaaamn girl! Loving the headlights.”

Ming frowned but switched it up coyly. “Smoke break!”

“She doesn’t smoke.” Charmaine laughed then made a sucking dick motion that sent Ming into a chin to shoulder blush, “Not cigarettes that is.”

“You are one to talk… with your mouth full.”

“Hey! Fill my plate before you run off Dickotine Patch!” Piper flared her eyes teasingly. Ming returned in a pivot and gave her two portions, as Charmaine added her own spice. “Much better! Now go puff your cheeks.”

“HA! NICOtine!” Charmaine chuckled. Ming removed her apron and hung it up.

“Join us after your meal?” Ming shared a devious grin. “After dinner men.”

“Back door?” Piper leered over the canopy to watch her exit.

“That comes after we clean the Kitchen. Nico’s good at that.” Char continued, wiggling her brows at her Anal jest.

“Sounds fun. Good caREAR move on his part. You’re going out too?”

“Hell yes, I am!” She looks about her first then shares a measurement between her fingers of roughly eight plus inches then a circumference of almost a pop can. “Daily ritual! We be his prison bitches!”

“Well now! See you in the yard after I scarf. I’ll take my milk to the tables though.” Piper winked and took her food, milk carton, and utensils with her. Charmaine shut the outer lids of the canopy down to prevent thievery then headed out the back door herself. On her way to find a vacant table she noticed Dewey Knowles had gone on back to work. With many students leaving she opted to join her Seniors in residence. “This seat taken?” All four boys from Ebonn Craig’s nerd herd wiped their faces with their hands and said “Nope!” all at once. “Such gentlemen!” She slid into the picnic style table and settled in.

“Looks delicious!” She dabbed at her food while the boys simply stared at her tits. One boy chose to look under the table across from her to see her chasm deep cameltoe. She coyly parted her knees toward him for a better inspection. “Doesn’t it?” The boy popped up nodding his assessment with drool at the corners of his mouth. Piper smirked and took her napkin and carefully reached over to dab the saliva before it trickled.

The boy seated next to her leaned back to get a look at her thin butt crack, up above her waistline. None of them could form words merely whimpers. She sheepishly shared glances amongst them. “My you’re quiet today. Cat bite your tongues?”

“Cat… Pussy… tongues.” Kent Forman mumbled.

“Mmmm!”

“I saw whiskers.” Jonathan Marigold panted with his eyes recalling her pubes.

“Oh these?” She leans back and drops her straw between her legs then pets her landing strip. Immediately two boys dove under the table fighting to retrieve it for her. Both on their hands and knees stared at her cameltoe and tuft of fur above the yellow waistline. Leaning back even further she looked under her lap at their expressions of lust. “I guess I don’t need my straw. Kitties like milk right out of the bowl.” Sitting back up she ignored them and opened her milk carton and took a drink. It being white milk she withheld swallowing to show the boys still up above what looked like cum on her tongue. Boys at other tables were drawn into the goings on; numerous other Senior lads relocated to the table until she was surrounded. Obvious much, Piper flared her eyes.

“All you can eat Buffet?” She smirked but found herself looking beyond them for prying eyes. Strangely most everyone had vacated knowing classes were going to start back up shortly. Only a few stranglers sat watching. Recognizing them from her records as eighteen-year old’s she returned to her meal. Minimal flirtations as she chewed her food it gave her a moment to calculate ages of those at her table.

Beneath her lap, Jonathan Marigold and Daniel Carpenter continued staring at her inner thighs. She knew it and lowered her right hand and patted her pubes as if an invite before bringing her hand up to use her napkin. Shrugging at Daniel, Jonathan took the dare and moved closer until his tongue flicked at her landing strips Control Tower. Feeling his wet tongue on her flesh Piper paused to go without blinking, exploring those newcomers around her.

“Food for thoughts?” She winked.

“You have nice nipples, Miss Cherry.” Garrett Hamilton stared at her 38C’s without blinking. Other boys simply nodded.

“Do I?” She feigned a blush feeling a hand on her lower back from the boy seated next to her. His fingers creeping lower until teasing her revealed inch of butt crack. Attempting to act as if she didn’t know, she simply nibbled at her meatloaf. That hand slipped under her waistband and palmed what he could. She cleared her throat as if a cough but returned to eating.

“Wish you were on the menu.” Cheesy but welcoming none the less.

“Oh?”

“Should be more lik… ohhhhhhhhhh!” A Senior faked her moans, knowing already what she sounded like from being one of the Nerd Herd that she had as Detainees up in Detention. Feeling fingers hooking the front of her leggings and drawing the waistband down to see deeper into her hidden avenues she puckered at her crooner still moaning as if her.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh?” She made fun of herself in question form. It got laughs. A tongue digging for her clit made her slouch slightly uncertain if she should let it go further. A second hand rubbing her leg gave her goosebumps. “These benches are so uncomfortable.” She lifted her bottom off her seat, giving the young men below the option of tugging her leggings lower or chickening out. It was the only chance she would give them. With the bell four minutes away, she felt just evil enough to see what might happen. In her lift the boy whose hand was down the back of her leggings probed lower until she literally sat on his hand. His eyes bulged!

Jonathan took advantage of her lift and tugged her waistband low enough to locate her clit. The shockwave of his wagging tongue made her sweat. Moving behind Piper, Garrett witnessed her butt bandit and smiled. If he was getting away with that, he could up his game too. Massaging her shoulders Piper tilted her gaze and whispered, “That feels nice.”

“So do these.” His hands slid down to her chest and squeezed her tits. Lowering her chin to observe him she also admired Jonathan looking up at her as he licked her clit. Sliding her tray forward Piper simply succumbed to their attentions. Thank God the cafeteria was now empty outside her table setting. “About time you caved.”

“FUCK ME!” There it was her nerve release. Closing ranks around her to make certain unwanted eyes were not able to see her Garrett pinched her nipples through her shirt.

“Lift that sexy Ass again.” He inspired her. Her hands on the bench now she leveraged her hips upward. Jon and Daniel joined forces and pulled her leggings clear down to her knees, Daniel tagging in to eat her Pussy. The bun bandit removed his hand from her Ass and fought to regain circulation in it. Garrett then drew her backwards as he and two others knelt to hold her upper body aloft. Her shirt lifted up over her tits, mouths fed on her nipples, heated breath stimulating her hormones.