"Well do we have a deal or not?" Candy repeated.
Scott was about to say yes, captivated by those big lips and what they
could do. Then he remembered how he had been tricked before. How Penny
had been so nice and sweet to him, then turned back into super-bitch the
minute her exam was over.
"On one condition..." He answered.
"Condition...?" Candy asked.
"That's right." Scott said as he took a deep breath. "I'll write the
paper, in fact I can have it for you by tomorrow so you can rewrite it in
anyway you want. But it comes prepaid. Not COD, not charged. You'll get
your passing grade in history, but I'm not going to guarantee an A paper.
That's going to depend on the grade I give you."
Candy thought about it for a few minutes. It was obvious to Scott that
she had hoped that she would somehow be able to trick him out of the paper.
Now it was take it or leave it.
"I guess I don't have a lot of choices." Candy said in surrender. "But
this has to be between you and me. I don't want anyone to ever know about
it."
"Hey who'd believe me?" Scott said with a smile. For the first time
today he felt like a winner.
They quickly discussed details and it was agreed the sooner the better.
Scott's parents were going to be away for the weekend, so Saturday night
would be perfect. Scott could hardly wait.
As Candy walked away, Scott's blue eyes were riveted on that round black
ass as it swayed from side to side. A quick calculation told him that in
just under 52 hrs and ten minutes, that black tail would be his.
Scott slept late on Saturday, not crawling out of bed until noon. He'd
stayed up late thinking about tonight. What he would do. How nice it was
going to feel. First he wanted to have her wrap those hot lips around his
cock. He wanted to cum just thinking about it. He tried to imagine what
her pussy looked like, he bet it was real tight, like a closed fist. Most
of all he wanted to play with that pretty round ass. Scott started to
wonder if he could get her to let him fuck her in it. Three days ago the
17 yr old was happy just to jerk off two or three times a day. Now he was
anticipating his first blow job and whether he would be able to fuck one of
the most popular girls in the school up her ass.
Full of expectation, the day passed exceedingly slow. Scott quickly
produced four separate versions of the history report. Actually all he had
to do was print out the three drafts and then the final copy of a report
he'd done last year but never turned in. Halfway into the term he'd become
interested in the Civil War and decided to do a new report on the Battle of
Gettysburg and how the South could've won the war. So he just socked the
old project away on his hard drive in case he ever needed it.
About six he made himself some dinner, but found he was horny, not
hungry. All day long he'd been fighting the temptation to masturbate.
Wait until you can do it in Candy's mouth he kept telling himself. At
seven he headed for the shower, Candy was due at eight.
By quarter to, he was showered, dressed and ready. He'd borrowed his
dad's cologne, deciding his own smelled like something a boy with wear.
He'd shaved carefully, wishing again his beard would grow. Peach fuzz was
humiliating, but it was all he had.
Finally the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed eight and Scott's
heart began to triphammer. Racing downstairs, he seated himself in the big
lounge chair in the hallway, so he'd be ready when the doorbell rang.
Eight O'clock turned to a quarter after. Then to eight-thirty. Scott
had become convinced that he'd been the victim of a another cruel Rocketeer
joke. Was Candy off with her friends somewhere, laughing at the poor smuck
who really thought she'd trade her black ass for a lousy history paper.
"I am an asshole!" Scott said to himself as the clock neared quarter to
nine.
Rising from the chair, he was about to head back upstairs when the
doorbell rang.
Hesitantly he reached for the knob. Was this all part of the joke.
Were they all waiting outside to watch him make a fool of himself. If so
they were going to be disappointed.
Flinging the door open, Scott was taken aback by the image of Candy
standing there. Her short black hair had been curled into a cute perm. Of
course she was wearing her trademark red lipstick. The dress she was
wearing, or not wearing depending on your perspective, was as fiery red as
her lipstick. Very low cut, giving Scott an ample view of her breasts, the
hem stopped just a few inches below her crotch, giving an equally great
view of her long dark legs.
"Are you going to invite me in, or do you plan to do it right out here
on the porch?" She said in a deep sultry voice.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" Scott asked, feigning ignorance. "Let then
get their laughs somewhere else." He thought.
"What kind of shit is this?" Candy snapped. "Are you going back on our
deal?"
"Deal? What deal?" Scott asked in the same ignorance.
"I don't believe this, I'm a little late and you want to throw the whole
fucking thing out the window!" Candy stamped. "You know how long I spent
to look like this?"
"I have to admit, the effect is really devastating." Scott said as he
tried to speak in a calm unemotional tone. Ignoring the fact that he
couldn't keep his eye off her tightly bound tits. "But I'm afraid you and
your friends have the wrong address, and definitely the wrong person."
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