Part 24
I’m screwed, Mike Williams thought.
He drove his car as quietly as he could out of the car park and down the narrow driveway towards the main road. Before reaching the junction, however, he pulled onto a small track between a stand of trees and parked up. He got out of the car, locked it and, after ensuring that it couldn’t be seen from the driveway, he made his way back to the hostel on foot.
He had no idea why he was obeying the girls’ commands and then he remembered the pictures on his phone and what his wife would do if she saw them.
As he walked back to the youth hostel, he thought about the four girls, especially Sarah Cartwright. When he came out of the toilet cubicle and saw her dressed only in her skimpy nightie with the outline of her bra and panties underneath he had to commandeer all of his willpower to prevent himself getting hard. Katie, too looked hot. He had had to focus his thoughts on other things.
He was telling the truth when he told Jane Powell that he had the occasional lewd thoughts about Sarah at school but that was all they were, thoughts. He would never act upon them.
Jane Powell. He remembered her dare. He still had to show her those pictures of Jill before midnight or he’d lose the dare. He hated losing, especially when a forfeit was involved. Funny, he thought, but he couldn’t remember if Jane had mentioned a forfeit or, if she did, what it was.
These thoughts ran through his head throughout his walk back to the youth hostel and, when he walked through the door, he realised that he had barely two minutes to get to the girl’s dorm. He could ill afford to be late now.
He ran up the stairs three at a time and, according to his watch, he knocked on the door of the dorm with seconds to spare.
“Come in.” It was Emma’s voice.
Mike opened the door and went in.
“Close the door, please,” Emma said.
Mike closed the door behind him. He looked round the room. The four girls were sitting on their respective beds, dressed as they were in the bathroom.
Katie still had on her nightie, which barely covered anything.
Megan had her pyjamas on and, now he had time to look, he noticed that they were pink.
Emma was wearing her oversize t- shirt, which came down to about mid-thigh.
Sarah... well he tried not to think too much about Sarah, lest he got hard.
“Sit down for a bit,” Emma said.
Where?” he asked.
Emma pointed to one of two empty beds. Six beds, he realised, so there were two girls missing from this dorm. He tried to remember who else shared this dorm and came up with Sophie Markham and Bethany Turner.
He sat down, wondering whose bed he was sitting on; was it Sophie’s? Sophie had pictures of him masturbating. He had to retrieve those pictures as well. He really was screwed otherwise.
“So,” Emma said, “Who’s been a naughty teacher then?”
Mike remained silent; he assumed it was a rhetorical question.
“Say something,” Emma pressed him, “You’re here all night.”
Mike looked up at Emma now. “If you think you’re going to keep me here all night,” he said, “You’ve got another thing coming.”
“Think,” Sarah said, “It’s ‘another think coming’, not ‘thing’.”
“It’s thing, surely,” Megan said.
“No,” Emma said, “Sarah’s right, it’s think. It’s ‘If you think... blah, blah, blah... you’ve got another think coming.”
“Yeah,” Katie added, “It must be, because think is the primary verb in the assertion, therefore...”
“What on earth are you girls going on about?” Mike screeched.
“Quiet,” Emma said, “We’re discussing your poor use of grammar.”
Mike sighed and shook his head. Was he dreaming this?
“Okay,” Emma said, “Stand up and drop your trousers.”
Mike hesitated. The girls had allowed him to put his trousers on before he left the bathroom, but not his boxers. If he dropped his trousers now, his penis would be on view again.
“Stand up,” Emma repeated.
Mike stood up.
“Drop your trousers,” Emma said.
Mike sighed. He unfastened his trousers and lowered them to his ankles. His penis was still, thankfully, flaccid.
The four girls got off their beds and stood in front of him, staring at his penis.
Mike was transfixed on Sarah’s body. Her nightie was almost transparent and he could see the bra and panties underneath. This was a far cry from seeing her at school in her uniform with the hem of her skirt rolled up.
He was starting to get hard and he knew that the girls knew it. He tried to think about something else to take his mind off it and immediately thought about Jane Powell. His thoughts however, turned to the moment when Jane gave him a blow job in the car and he got harder.
Bad move.
“Are you getting aroused?” Emma said, indicating his erection. “Do you want to fuck one of us?”
Mike was unsure whether or not this was another rhetorical question. He remained silent just in case.
“If so,” Emma added, “You’re going to have to earn it.”
To be continued...
PS The next part will be stuffed with good action
