Part 65
Part 65
Paul and James watched as the Catholic school minibus pulled out of the parking area and onto the road.
Paul smiled. “I wonder what Anne’ll do when she gets back to school.
“Straight to the confessional, I guess,” James replied. Then, in a mock Irish accent, he added, “I’m sorry father, but I have sinned...”
They both laughed as they went to find the rest of their party.
“What shall we do now?” James asked.
“You mean who shall we do now.” Paul said, eyeing up the girls.
“You’re going to fuck someone else?” James asked.
“Yeah,” Paul said, “I want to get it while I can.” He saw Zoe. “I fancy that fat bit of cunt.”
“What? Are you on something? Look at Sarah... Katie... Emma... Lauren...”
“I can just imagine Zoe’s thunder thighs squeezing my cock as I enter her.”
James shook his head in disbelief. “I fancy Lauren...”
“Tell you what then,” Paul decided, “You go and get Lauren and I’ll go and get Zoe. And we’ll see who gets laid first.”
“Deal!” James held out his hand for a shake.
Paul ignored it. “We have till ten tonight.”
Paul waited until James had gone off in search of Lauren and then went over to where Zoe was sitting by a stone wall, eating her sandwiches.
Zoe looked up as Paul approached her.
“What do you want?” she muttered through a mouthful of sandwich.
“Just coming over to say Hi,” Paul said, as he sat beside her. “I hope this wall’s safe.”
“Well, it’s been up for about two thousand years,” Zoe muttered, “So I doubt if it’ll collapse now.”
Paul sniggered. “Suppose so.”
Nothing much else was said between them for a few minutes. Paul waited until Zoe had finished her snack and then he said, “You’re beautiful, you know?”
Zoe turned to face him. “What are you after?”
Paul put his hand on Zoe’s leg.
Zoe scooted away from him across the wet grass. “Oh, no!”
“Come on babe,” Paul said, “Just a bit of fun...”
“Fuck off,” Zoe said, “I know what your fun involves.”
“I would have thought you’d be grateful for whatever you can get...” Paul said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know... you’re not exactly Miss Universe, are you?”
“You just said I was beautiful...” Zoe stared at him.
“You are,” Paul said, “In your own way.”
Zoe shook her head. “You wanna fuck me?”
Paul nodded. “Yeah, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe,” Zoe said sharply.
Paul knew that she was as desperate for a fuck as he was. He just had to time it right.
“What do I get in return, if I let you?” Zoe said.
“What do you mean?” Paul raised his eyebrows. “You want to make a deal?”
“Sort of...” Zoe replied.
“You’re on,” Paul said, “Whatever you want, you can have.”
“Okay,” Zoe said, “Emma and Sarah have some... er... compromising pics of me that I need to get back.”
“Compromising?”
“Yes,” Zoe said, “You get them for me and I’ll fuck your brains out.”
To be continued...
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