1. The Next Year - Chapter 1 - Big Rooster on Campus


    Date: 10/24/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: HeatherHeathen, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    face. “Good god…” the Principal said, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. “Separation of church and state, I don’t feel comfortable discussing the benign nature of your chosen god,” Vincent said shaking his head. “Oh for the love of… Just get out. Spend the rest of the period in the library, QUIETLY!” the Principal demanded as he tried not to lose control of his already strained temper. “You got it,” Vincent said as he jumped out of his chair and slid out the door. “And why are you here Heather?” the Principal asked, directing his attention to me. “I was asked by a classmate to translate what Vincent had said, and when I did so, Mrs. Trujillo instructed me to join Vincent in your office,” I said calmly. “I’m going to ask you to spend the rest of the period in the library as well. Stay away from Vincent, and in the future exercise better judgment,” he said shaking his head at me. “Understood,” I said as I exited his office. I stepped out of the admin office where I was greeted by Vincent, who had waited for me. He nodded to me, and I waved back before we started walking towards the library. “I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?” he asked. “Nah, but I was told to stay away from you and your large rooster,” I answered smiling. “Is that so?” He laughed. “It is, but I’m a bad listener,” I said, winking at him. “Nice, she is a rebel,” he said, nodding at me. “Yeah, I’m pretty hardcore, or haven’t you heard?” I asked. “No, I have not. Your name is Heather right?” He asked. ...
    “Yes it is,” I answered as I stopped in front of my locker. “Well, nice to meet you, Heather, I am Vincent,” he said, leaning against the locker next to mine. “I know who you are, and nice to meet you too,” I said, grabbing my backpack and closing my locker. “So… it’s last period, are you actually going to the library?” he asked. “As opposed to where?” I asked, waving my hands in front of me. “Getting the fuck out of here,” he said, using his up raised thumb to motion over his shoulder. “You want to ditch?” I asked. “Like I said, it’s last period, Principal fucktard isn’t going to check on us, and I thought you were hardcore,” he said, bouncing his eye brows. “Ditch, and go where?” I asked. “Well I got a fat ‘J’ in my glove box. Do you know somewhere we can go smoke it?” he asked. “Yeah, yeah I do,” I responded. “Sweet, I’ll drive,” he said, as he headed towards student parking. We quickly walked to student parking. I followed him as he led me to his car. He drove a 1967 cherry red convertible mustang. He unlocked my door and motioned for me to climb in. I slid into his car and closed the door ,admiring his mint condition interior. “Okay, we are fuckin’ outta here,” he said as he closed his door. “You have a really nice fuckin’ car,” I said as he pulled out of the parking spot. “Why thank you, it’s only half mine. I am buying it off my Mom’s boyfriend. I only have half the money, but my Mom guilt-tripped him into letting me drive it in the meantime,” he explained. “Whatever ...