Tiffany took each step with both dread and relief; they were defiant in that they refused to yield to the dread. He backpack weighed twice as much as she walked into the park. She pulled out her phone and checked the time on the home-screen. Elsa of Frozen smiled encouragingly at her while the digital clock above her head displayed 10 : 30 am. She would have been in English class if she hadn't decided to play the truant.
She walked aimlessly around trying to decide what she ought to do if someone called her on the mobile. But so far no call came. Maybe they thought she was at home on a sick leave. Straight 'A' students don't skive. But there she was loitering in the near empty park. No one paid any attention to her, not the hobo who was lying in one of the benches, whistling a tune to himself, nor the park employee who pushed along a garbage can filled with leaves and twigs.
Tiffany revelled in the anonymity, but she was also scared that she might be taken advantage of. So she took off along a footpath that lead to the small lake. This time of the year it would be drained and no one would bother being there. She never did.
As she anticipated, the pond was nearly empty save a small pond in the middle. She walked along the squishy mud that once formed the lake bed looking for a place to wait out the school day. Thinking about the school brought out her fears. Would she be expelled? Would she lose a grade for not turning in the essay on time?
The stupid essay that brought her here. It was supposed to be extra credits. She should have refused she reckoned it but it was too late now. Saying that the wind blew away her papers sounded stupid even to her, even though that was exactly what had happened. It was her beast of a little brother's fault, him and his stupid water gun. Her mom did not even punish him. She sided with, saying that he was just little boy and besides she could rewrite it all again. She did just that and had to cancel a date with Matt, which in turn made him mad. It was unfair that everyone wanted so much from her. She had given up on the essay mid way through and had slumped on her bed with a throbbing headache.
Tiffany found a small niche by the banks. It would have been impossible to get to it had the lake been full. She dropped her bag there and sat down. She was debating whether she ought to send a message to Patty, telling her where she was but thought better of it. Secrecy had never been her best friend's strong suit. Is she messaged her, she'd probably text her mom about what she had done.
"Hello."
Tiffany jumped at the voice. It was a girl, about her age and a little shorter than her but somehow, the new comer managed to look rangy. Maybe it was her tattered jeans or maybe it was the guitar bag slung over her back.
"That's my spot. Care to scoot over a bit?"
Tiffany was still ogling at the girl. She seemed oddly familiar and especially her voice.
"Umm.. sure." She gathered her bag and set it aside, making room for the girl.
"Do I know you?" The girl asked. "Oh, wait. You are that kid who won the district quiz competition for our school, right?"
Tiffany stared. It was not good. This girl knew her. What if she babbled?
"I'm Jane, by the way."
"I'm Tiffany."
"So what brings you to my hideout, Tiff?"
Tiff? Only her friends called her that, but given the circumstances she decided to let it slide.
"Nothin'."
"Yeah, right."
Tiffany was trying to place the girl when the guitar jolted her memory. She remembered her. Jane was her senior at school. She was the girl who clobbered the music teacher for getting a little comfortable with her or so she alleged. The music teacher had said that he was trying to teach her how to hold the guitar properly when she went berserk on him. And given her history, everyone sided with the music teacher.
Jane slid out a pack of cigarettes from her jeans pocket and stuck one in her mouth and offered one for Tiffany.
"No, I don't smoke."
"Mind if I do?"
Tiffany was struck by her consideration.
"Actually, I can't stand the smoke," she said apologetically.
"No point in breathing in second hand smoke and suffering if you're not gonna get the pleasure of nicotine." Jane stuffed the cigarette back in its case and put it back in her pocket.
"I know who you are too," Tiffany said eyeing the guitar.
"Yeah? That was last year."
"So um... did you actually hit him with it?"
"Not with this baby. It's too precious to bash his head in with. I used one the school's."
"Did he er... you know?"
"That son of a bitch was feeling my boobs. Was I supposed to let that prick paw me?"
They sat in silence for a while. Tiffany sensed Jane work away her anger.
"So, what brings you here?"
"I er... I have an unfinished essay that's due today."
Jane laughed. " That was it? A paper you didn't turn-in on time?"
Tiffany's face went red. She looked away and pretended to be interested in the ant that was scurrying up a tree trunk. What does she know about how she I feel? The constant pressure to be the best, to be good, to be reliable; it was all too much. She hadn't had time for herself these past few months. She was either busy with school work or she was busy helping her friends with their assignments. Even at home she had little time of her own. Even the latest Janet Evanovich book she had bought last week lay untouched on top of her book shelf. Jane would never understand, she wasn't bothered about college or her career like Tiffany was.
"Feel overwhelmed, do ya?"
Again the girl surprised Tiffany. Was she that obvious?
"A little," Tiffany conceded.
"Well, I've the perfect remedy for that."
"Huh.. What's that?"
"Do trust me?"
Tiffany was divided. Obviously Jane had something that was not exactly proper on her mind, she still nodded.
"'Kay. Close your eyes."
Tiffany did as she was told, nothing new to her.
"No peeking."
An unnecessary warning, if Tiffany knew anything better than her studies, it was obedience.
Tiffany opened her eyes with a start; Jane's had placed a hand on her thigh.
Jane smirked and said, "Relax, girly, and close your eyes."
The hand remained on the thigh but Tiffany didn't do anything to remove it. Emboldened Jane slid the hand around to her inner thigh. Tiffany's lips parted. The tender touch of another person was more than welcome. She had forgotten how good it felt when Matt felt her up.
The hand inched a little higher, Tiffany felt it rest so very close to her sex. The warmth from Jane's hand set up a chain reaction in Tiffany. She was heating up and fast. And then with the slightest of movement Jane brushed her index finger over Tiffany's crotch; the touch arrived distilled through the jeans onto her pussy. Tiffany gasped. Jane took that as a consent and started stroking the inner thigh and between those strokes she would occasionally run her index over the entire length of her crotch.
Tiffany's mind halted; worries of her unfinished school work, the curfew, the annoying brother, the needy boyfriend, and her demanding friends just disappeared. At that moment all that existed was the hand that was stroking her, building her heat. She turned and looked right into Jane's eyes, her expression questioning. Jane merely smiled, not the lewd smirk of a sexual predator who found that her prey was a slutty bitch, but one of compassion instead, it seemed to say that she understood, she had been there and soon it will all be alright. Tiffany's doubts vanished.
Jane moved closer to Tiffany and made her lean back on her chest and rested her head on her shoulder. One hand snaked around Tiffany's waist pulling her closer. The other hand continued to caress Tiffany's thighs. Jane gently massaged Tiffany's breasts, alternating between the two. Tiffany clenched her jaws and stifled a moan. The ground was hard beneath her but the clean, soft feel of the girl behind her invited her to press in even closer. Jane undid the button on the jeans and slipped a hand in towards her hot core. The fingers were cool against her hot skin. The soft massaging of the breasts turned a little rough but that only sent intense heat and pleasure coursing through her body.
Tiffany took a sharp gasp as Jane slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her panties and reached the soft sprinkle of pubic hair. The fingers forged through them and reached the nether lips. Tiffany throbbed with need. With an ever so slightly undulation of her hips she sought out the fingers that invaded her, fitting herself with the curve of the cupped fingers. But Jane stilled Tiffany with her other hand and she started to massage her down there. In the constrained space within the crotch of a tight jeans, every small movement managed to touch all the sensitive spots. The heel of the palm serviced the clit gently while the fingers had parted the lips and rubbed the well lubricated pussy.
Tiffany let Jane's fingers play her like a guitar, each touch eliciting a different melody from her. The pace increased, giving Tiffany little time to catch her breath. She was lost in the sensations that kept one step ahead of her, keeping her guessing. The music was reaching a crescendo under Jane's direction. Sparks erupted all over Tiffany as she came hard, drenching her panties and jeans. She reclined on Jane who was still stroking at a languid pace, composing an end to her music.
Tiffany came to her senses shortly. The full import of the exchange hit her hard. She turned and looked beseechingly at Jane.
"This was just a one-off deal," Jane said.
"Um.. Thank you."
"You should learn to say no to people, or else they will trod all over ya," Jane said as she wiped her finger on Tiffany's jeans. "Feel better?"
"Yeah." Tiffany smiled.
"So, what are ya still hanging around here for? Go on, get back to school. It's noodles on Mondays. You don't want to miss that."
***
Tiffany later reminisced the whole incident at the park. It had changed her in more ways than she cared to admit. Jane had said it was just an one time favour, but Tiffany sensed that it might not be the case. She smiled at the little discovery she made that day.
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