Chapter 13
Tammy and Pam sat at the Pizza Hut, each having a Coke and a slice of pizza. Tammy had told Pam all about her fuck with Mr. Milton, about Mr. Milton's freak prick.
"God, I gotta see it!" Pam said.
"He'd be happy to show it to you, too," Tammy smiled.
"He'd give me all A's on my transcript, too."
"Sure, then we could split for California. Don't we have enough money now?"
"I got plenty. How about you, Tammy?"
"God, I've got nearly two thousand dollars- and I've got all those new clothes, too."
"Well, why not? We should get out of here as soon as we can," Pam said.
"Isn't it amazing what you can get men to do for you-if you only ask?" Tammy laughed.
"Well, I told you." "Yeah, you did . . . and thanks." They got up and went back for the afternoon classes at Madison High. They were determined that Pam would meet Mr. Milton, and he would fix her transcript, too.
Tammy was attired in a short denim skirt that rode high on her darkly tanned thighs. She had on a tight, pink tank top and sandals.
Pam wore a little black skirt, and she had on a white blouse. The blouse was sheer, revealing her black bra through the material. She wore pink high heels.
Both wore their hair in long ponytails. Pam had on a dark-red lipstick, and Tammy's was glossy pink. They were stunningly beautiful as they walked down the hall, their gorgeous asses wiggling salaciously.
They knew they were cute, pretty-even beautiful-and they liked the attention, the stares of the teenaged boys who gawked as they walked by.
Tammy felt more power, more confidence than she had ever felt in her life, and she knew she would do fine in Los Angeles. She knew there would be lots of men there who would like her, give her the breaks she needed to start a new life away from the boring Midwest, away from her drunken mother. The girls went directly to Mr. Milton's office.
He was surprised to see them, but they could see he was also delighted to have them before him in his office.
Mr. Milton stood up. He wore a dark, three-piece suit with white shirt and red-blue striped tie. He eyed the tantalizing teenaged girls.
"Yes? Can I help you, girls?" he asked.
Tammy walked up closer to the desk. "This is my friend, Pam. She's a cheerleader with me. She needs to get all A's fixed on her transcript, Sir."
"She does, does she?"
"Yeah."
He smiled. "Preparing for the future, are you, girls?"
They nodded.
"Show Pam your big cock, will you, Sir?"
Mr. Milton came around the desk. He unzipped, reached inside, and it seemed like he poked around in there forever. Finally he pulled his cock out. It was beginning a thumping life, throbbing to a thrilling hard-on.
"Yikes!" Pam gasped.
"Isn't that huge?" Tammy said.
"Shit, that's far out . . . really far out of his pants. God, how big is it, Mr. Milton?"
"I guess it's fifteen or sixteen inches."
"Oh, shit!" Pam gulped. Her eyes couldn't leave his prick. She stared shamelessly.
"Pull your skirts up, girls . . . let's do things together," Mr. Milton said.
Tammy and Pam both hiked their little skirts, and Tammy showed her pink panties. Pam showed her tight black panties.
"So nice . . . such sweet, pretty, young things," Mr. Milton whispered.
The girls held their skirts high. Mr. Milton's cock became rigid, and they watched the thumping hard-on throb.
Pam pulled her pretty black panties down, showed him her brown-haired pussy. "I need all A's, Sir," she whispered, running her hand down to her pussy, playing her fingers into the wiry mass of cunt curls.
"You'll certainly get them, too," he said, leering.
"And we'll need some more money for our trip out west . . . we're leaving tonight, aren't we, Pam?" Tammy said.
"Yeah, we're leavin' tonight, Mr. Principal . . . maybe you'd like to buy our bus tickets."
"I'd love to," Mr. Milton said.
The sweet teen queens of Madison High looked at each other and smiled. Tammy winked wickedly at Pam. Both girls knew this was only the beginning of an exciting life that lay ahead for them.