Caroline stumbled into the family restroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it with trembling fingers. She needed somewhere to cry and Hampton High didn’t exactly have many private spaces. She rushed to the sink, hoping to cover the sound of her muffled sobs with running water. Of course, she forgot that the county had replaced the old-fashioned faucets with fancy motion-controlled ones. So after a beat she ran her hand under the faucet and then released a strained whimper, while it ran. “It’s not fair. It’s just not fair. Why did he have to ask her?” Caroline said to her reflection. 

Unfortunately, the reflection didn’t have any answers for her. It just stared, puffy brown eyes looking back at her through tortoiseshell glasses. She put the glasses on the sink, scooped her hands under the water and splashed her face, trying to wash the pink flush away. But the water ran clear and the humiliating tone stayed solidly on her cheeks.

The sink cut off, and Caroline had to start it again.

“What does Travis see in her anyway?” she said, sniffling. “Who cares if Gwen’s a cheerleader and popular or whatever? I’m gonna be valedictorian for sure. I’m captain of the quizbowl team. I compete. I win trophies while she just jumps around. So why doesn’t he like me?” 

The sink stopped again. “Dammit,” Caroline said as she restarted it. 

“Is it because she’s prettier than me?” Caroline whispered. She twisted a lock of her chin-length chestnut hair. Would he like her more if she was blonde, like Gwen? She idly considered dying her hair. Maybe then Travis or someone, anyone would ask her to Prom. She knew she’d probably end up going alone, or as a group with Rashmi and the other quizbowl girls, but Caroline wouldn’t be happy with that. She didn’t lead her team to the state championship by settling. She wanted to win. It didn’t matter if it was quizbowl, or grades, or boys. She wanted the best, and the best was Travis Tillingham, the starting quarterback. 

The sink stopped again. “Fucking, Watersense 1.5 GPM maximum allowable flow standard,” she muttered to herself, effortlessly recalling the environmental standard for public sinks for sustainability certification. “I wish it would just fucking stay on. I’m trying to cry here.”

 With the faucet re-upped, she turned back to self-criticism. What was it? Why didn’t he like her? Was it her figure? Maybe her chest wasn’t as big as Gwen’s, but her brain had to be twice the size. That had to count for something, right? Caroline looked at her blurry reflection. It may have been fuzzy without her glasses, but she thought she looked good, better than she remembered, if anything. Had her hips always been that wide? Still there was that gnawing insecurity. What if it wasn’t good enough? Clearly it wasn’t, since Travis had asked Gwen to Prom and not her. 

She stared for a while, only realizing after a moment that the water was still going. “Huh, it didn’t shut off,” she said to herself. 

“Of course not, silly,” her reflection answered. “You wished that it wouldn’t, so it won’t.” 

“Oh, right, I’m hallucinating,” Caroline answered, nodding slowly. “According to the American Medical Association, common causes could be schizophrenia or dementia, but none of those fit me. I must have hit my head or maybe it’s a psychotic break. I should seek an immediate assessment, and maybe hospitalization,” she mumbled to herself. 

Her reflection reached through the mirror and gave Caroline a playful poke on the nose. “Boop! Could a hallucination do that?” 

“It’s worse than I thought. I’ll have to miss Prom altogether. Maybe even graduation.” 

“Or you could just put on your glasses, dummy.” 

Caroline reached down to the sink and retrieved her glasses. The world snapped back into focus as she put them on. Her reflection looked normal, except it was smiling at her and she wasn’t smiling. Then it raised a hand and gave a cutesy wave, wiggling each finger. Caroline looked down at her own arm, just to be sure, but she was in fact, not waving. “You’re, you’re not me!” 

“Bingo! Took you long enough. I heard you were smart,” the other her said as her appearance began to change. The image's hair began to grow, lightening and curling, until it fell down her back in twisting purple locks. Her brown eyes turned bright violet and narrowed as well. Her whole face grew more slender. Then she started shrinking, down, and down, until she hovered in the air at about six inches tall. Her shirt and jeans, which had matched Caroline’s own, melded into a sequined purple dress with a long slit running up one leg. Transformation seemingly complete, she flew out of the mirror and stopped in front of the young girl’s face. “Ta-Da!” she said with a flourish. 

Caroline just stared slack jawed at the creature now floating in the air before her. 

This seemed to annoy the little thing. “Eh-hem. I said, Ta-da!” She said, repeating her flourish. “You’re supposed to be impressed, dear.” 

“Um, sorry, I guess,” Caroline said, as she cleaned her glasses on her shirt and put them back on. Nope, the floating woman was still there. “I’m just really confused.”

“It’s like you’ve never seen a fairy god-mother before. Well, if you’re not going to show the proper respect, maybe I’ll find another angsty teenager to help,” she finished, as she started to turn back towards the mirror. 

“Wait!” Caroline called out. “You’re a fairy godmother? You’re my fairy godmother!” 

“Looks like someone is finally catching on,” the fairy said, turning back with a smirk. Then she whirled around, throwing her arms out wide, sending a dusting of violet glitter through the air and repeated, “TA-DA!” 

Caroline, still unsure of how to react, settled on awkward applause. “Oh, um, wow.”

“That’ll have to do, I suppose. The name’s Vilette,” she said with a small curtsy. “And yes, I’m your fairy godmother, here to grant all your wishes and give you the life you always wanted.” 

“You grant wishes, like a genie?” Caroline asked. 

“No, nothing like a genie. Djinn are arrogant tricksters. No, I’m kind and loving and caring. I’m just here for you, sweetie.” 

Caroline’s eyes narrowed. “Ok Vilette, suppose for a second I believe that you’re real and not a fever dream. Why should I believe you can grant wishes?”

“My, my, we are an ungrateful one aren’t we,” Vilette said, tutting. “You already have proof. Just look at the sink.” 

Sure enough, the water was still pouring out of the faucet. It hadn’t stopped the whole time. “So you’re telling me, I used one of my three wishes on running water?” 

“Three? Again with the djinn nonsense. No, dear, you get as many wishes as you want. Anything your little heart desires.”

“What’s the catch? There’s always a catch like in The Monkey’s Paw by W.W. Jacobs or even going back as far as The Fisherman and His Wife by the Brothers Grimm, there’s always a catch.”

Vilette rolled her eyes.”Those are just stories, sweetie. Sad little stories by sad little men who never had a fairy godmother to make their dreams come true.”

“So I can really just wish for anything, no limits, no rules?” Caroline asked, still incredulous.

“Yes, now do you want to wish for something or should I go and fetch a fairy who specializes in answering obvious questions?” 

“No, no I’ll wish for something. But, what?” Caroline said as she started pacing the cramped restroom. She adjusted her glasses and then froze. “That’s it!” 

Vilette flew circles around her and then stopped in front of her face. “What’s it?”

Caroline took a deep breath. “I wish for perfect vision!”

Vilette’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “Your wish is my command,” she said as her eyes flashed a bright purple. 

For an instant the world vanished in a violet flash. When sight returned to Caroline, everything looked . . . well fuzzy, and she wondered if it hadn’t worked. Then she realized her glasses were still on. As she lifted them off, the bathroom came into perfect focus, every tile and grout line rendered with all the clarity and craftsmanship of a public school budget. Caroline squealed for joy. Her glasses, once a carefully protected possession, fell forgotten from her grasp, as she reached out and pulled the little fairy into a hug. “You’re real! You’re really real. I’m not going crazy.”

“I told you so,” Vilette prodded smugly. “Now be a good girl and say thank you.” 

“Oh, thank you, Vilette. This is a miracle,” Caroline said.

“Finally, a decent reaction.” Vilette wriggled her way free and returned to flying. “So what do you say? Do we have a deal?” 

“A deal?” 

A loud series of knocks broke the flow of their conversation. “Yo, there’s a line out here. Hurry it up.”

“Just a second,” Caroline said, eyes darting between Vilette and the door.

“Do you accept me as your fairy godmother?” Vilette asked, extending her little hand. 

The hand glowed pink. “Your hand is glowing?”

“Oh yes, I made some improvements to your vision. Anything that will make you happy will glow pink now.” 

“Huh, that’s . . .”

More loud pounding on the door. “Hurry up!” 

“Yes, Of course.” Caroline took the glowing hand in her thumb and index finger and gave it a small shake up and down. The pink light flashed and disappeared. 

“That’s my girl,” Vilette said, beaming. “I knew I picked well.” 

BANG, BANG, BANG.

“Coming,” Caroline said, as she opened the door and rushed out, Vilette following close behind. 

On the tile floor lay her abandoned glasses. Even as the next girl rushed in and closed the door, the water from the faucet kept running and running and running.

***

To all the world it looked like Caroline was taking notes on Great Expectations in her AP Lit. class with her usual focus and dedication, but in fact she was just writing different versions of her wish. 

I wish Travis would ask me to Prom

I wish Travis HAD asked me to Prom

I wish Travis HAD asked me to Prom, INSTEAD of Gwen. 

“What are you doing?” Vilette asked, peeking over Caroline’s shoulder. 

Caroline had quickly learned that no one else could see or hear Vilette. She on the other hand had to whisper. “I’m writing out my wish. You have to phrase these things carefully.”

“No you do not!” Vilette scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Like I told you already, this isn’t one of your silly mortal books. You don’t have to think so hard. You can just say what you want and let me take care of it.”

“Well that can lead to unexpected consequences,” she said in a hush. “Like the fact that the words ‘I wish’ are all glowing pink on my page right now.”

“That’s because wishing will make you happy!” the fairy answered. 

Mrs. Sharpe interrupted by loudly clearing her throat. “Ms. Collins, do you have something to share with the class?”

Caroline shot Vilette a dirty look. “No ma’am, nothing to say.” Of all the teachers to cross, Mrs. Sharpe had to be the worst. 

“Really nothing about the topic we were discussing?”

Caroline tried to recall whatever the teacher had been talking about, but came up blank. “Um . . no . . . sorry Ma’am.”

The whole class snickered. 

“Don’t think you’re above the rules because you’re usually a model student. You can write an extra three page report on the major themes and turn it in to me tomorrow, and don’t let me catch you daydreaming again or it’ll be six pages.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Caroline repeated, trying not to outwardly fume. She did not appreciate being embarrassed in front of her peers or anyone for that matter. She was supposed to be the best, dammit. “I wish Mrs. Sharpe knew what it was like to be embarrassed in front of everyone.”

“Your wish is my command.” 

“Wait! I didn’t mean that,” Caroline said, just too late. The flash of purple light was already filling the room, though no one else noticed. 

Mrs. Sharpe seemed oblivious to the flash as well. She was writing on the white board. “Now tell me class, what can we learn from Pip’s struggle to gain status and class?” As she went to put down the marker, the button snapped on her skirt and it dropped to the ground, along with the jaws of all the students. The falling fabric revealed a surprisingly well toned ass for someone in her late thirties. But more surprising was the bright red G-string carving a narrow line of color between her cheeks.  And more shocking still, were the words “Bad Girl,” emblazoned in black ink across her left flank. 

The only person who hadn’t seemed to notice was Mrs. Sharpe. She turned around to the stunned students. “Well, doesn’t anyone have any observations about the story? Ms. Apte?” She asked, pointing towards Rashmi. 

Rashmi swallowed hard. “Um, Mrs. Sharpe. . . . Um . . . Your skirt,” she finally said. 

“My? Oh heavens,” she gasped, realization finally dawning on her. The older woman scooped up her clothes and ran into the hall. With the teacher gone, no one in class knew what to do, so most of them settled for playing on their phones. 

“I didn’t want that,” Caroline hissed, swatting at Vilette, who was rolling with laughter in the air. 

“Oh sweetie, no need to be coy with me. You can admit that was hilarious. Did you see the look on her face?”

Caroline tried to reach for reasons and arguments, but found herself drawing a blank. The harder she tried to think about it, the funnier the whole situation seemed. She felt a fit of laughter bubbling up inside her. The whole thing was wrong, but she couldn’t for the life of her think of why. Finally her confusion broke free as a burst of giggles. “Ok, I guess it was kind of funny, but that doesn’t mean it was ok! You need to be more careful with the wishes,” was all she managed to say.

“Of course, dear. I’ll be very careful. After all she messed with my sweet Caroline. She had to be punished,” Vilette cooed. 

“Did you say something?” Rashmi asked, leaning over towards her friend. She wore her hair in two long braids that swayed as she bent forward. “I couldn’t believe she was wearing that. Do you think she always dresses so provocatively?”

Caroline could barely make out Rashmi’s words because Vilette had spoken at the same time. “Sorry, what did you say?” 

Rashmi gave her friend a look of concern. “Are you ok? You’ve just been really distracted ever since Travis asked Gwen to Prom.” 

“What? No, I’m totally fine,” Caroline said, shaking her head. “That won’t be a problem for long.”

“As long as you’re sure. No offense, but it lowkey looks like you wrote his name down in your notes a bunch of times.”

She flipped her notebook closed. “Oh, that’s for something else.”

“You know, you could wish she forgot seeing that,” Vilette offered. 

“We’re not doing that.” 

“Not doing what?” Rashmi said, raising an eyebrow. 

The ace student slapped her hand to her forehead. “Nothing. You know, I should probably get some air.”

“Word, I’ll come too. It looks like class is over for the day. My parents are gonna flip when they hear about this.” 

“Um . . . actually I was gonna go for a walk by myself. I just need to process my feelings about being rejected.”

“Ok, but I’m here if you need to talk about anything,” Rashmi called out as her best friend quickly packed up. 

Caroline didn’t look back as she left the classroom, or as she moved through the empty halls. She pushed the front door open and finally stopped on the massive steps that marked the building’s entrance. “You were right,” she said as she turned to Vilette. “I can’t keep waiting and trying to make it perfect, I just need to do it.”

“Looks like you’re a smart one after all,” Vilette said with a smirk. 

“Waiting around is just making things worse. I’m just like Hamlet, hemming and hawing instead of acting. He waited too long. It’s like whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of rejections and by opposing end them? You know?”

Vilette cocked her head to the side. “Actually, you lost me there, but it sounds to me like you’re quoting a long play at me instead of wishing to fix your life.”

“Right, right. Ok here I go,” she said, pausing to think. Caroline had turned the words over in her head a hundred times. There were so many angles to consider. Could she go back and make it so that Travis never asked Gwen? Could Vilette’s magic even change the past? Would Travis finally return her feelings for him or would he just be compelled to take her to one dance? But she’d realized she was overthinking. She had infinite wishes after all. If there were loose ends, she’d just wish them away. “I wish Travis asked me to prom instead of Gwen and was as excited about going with me as I am with him.” 

Vilette cracked her tiny knuckles. “Your wish is my command.” Another burst of purple. 

When Caroline’s eyes opened, she saw a car pulling slowly up to the school’s entrance, a red convertible with two white stripes up the middle. Cars were not one of Caroline’s quizbowl strengths. She had a much easier time naming rivers in Africa than marginally distinct motor vehicles, but she knew this car on sight. It was Travis’s  car, and on the side in brilliant white letters was painted a single word, “Prom?”

He brought it around slowly, rolling to a gentle stop in front of the main entrance and stepped out in all his glory. His white t-shirt hugged the muscles of his pecs and the sleeves wrapped snugly around his just-the-right-size biceps. His short, sandy blonde curls fell perfectly around his face, while his pale blue eyes leapt out from sunkissed skin, and those eyes were looking at her. The ripped holes in his jeans gave a tantalizing glimpse at the ripped legs underneath. He raised a hand slowly and gestured her forward with a smooth wave of his fingers.

Caroline squealed, actually fucking squealed. It was really happening. She pranced down the steps and over to him. 

“Hi beautiful. I’ve got an important question for you,” he said in a deep baritone. 

“Ohmygosh Ohmygosh, yes, ask me anything,” she said. 

“What’s your name?”

Caroline practically fell over. “You, you really don’t even know my name.” 

He took her hand in his and her surprise melted. “That’s what’s so crazy. I don’t, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

That sentence swept away all of Caroline’s embarrassment. “It’s Caroline. My name is Caroline.” 

“Well Caroline, I have another important question,” he said, never looking away from her eyes. “Will you go to Prom with me?” 

“Yes! Yes, a thousand times, yes!” She said, absolutely giddy. 

He gave her hand a gentle tug and pulled her up against him. Before Caroline could even process, his palm was on her cheek guiding her lips towards his. The kiss was everything she had hoped for, firm but soft, gentle, yet commanding. He finally pulled back and spoke, “You wanna get out of here? I know a great spot where we could be alone.” 

“Like leave school and go somewhere? Like right now? But the school day’s not over,” she said, stammering. Caroline opened her mouth to object, but only more giggles floated out. She tried to think of why she shouldn’t leave, but couldn’t. The harder she tried to summon up reasons, the more it felt like wading through a sea of cotton candy. It all just seemed sugary and sweet and fluffy. She’d felt that way a little after Mrs. Sharpe showed off her sexy underwear, but the feeling had gotten way stronger for some reason. “I mean we’re, like, not supposed to,” she managed to say. 

Vilette flew down beside her ear. “Oh sweetie, just live a little. What’s the harm? You have me now. If you get in any trouble you can just wish it away.” 

Caroline shook her head, grateful for the direction to pull her out of the strange fog. Besides, the car was glowing pink. That had to mean it would make her happy. “Ya know what? Let’s go!” She said, bouncing towards the convertible. Your car’s so nice!”

“Thanks, babe. It’s a ‘25 GT premium,” Travis said, opening the door. 

At that moment the simple name of the car seemed like such an impressive fact to her, despite her own vast knowledge. “You, like, know so much about cars,” she said, hardly recognizing her own voice.

Travis proceeded to explain all about the difference between inline-6 and V-8 engines as they pulled away from the school. Caroline nodded politely, but none of the car facts were sinking in. Usually her brain hoovered up information like a sponge, but today it just felt too soft and squishy and full of pink to absorb anything else. 

Vilette seemed to have no issues keeping pace with the mustang’s engine, V-6 or crazy-8 or whatever it was. As they turned onto the road, the wind whipped through Caroline’s hair and she suddenly felt the cold rush of air on her bare thighs. Wait, bare thighs? She’d been wearing jeans. Only then did she look down and see what she was in-fact wearing. “Oh my gosh, how did I? I wasn’t wearing this before.” The bright pink fabric and yellow lining of the mini skirt stood out from the Mustang’s black upholstery, though not as sharply as Caroline’s pale thighs. The skirt stopped shorter than anything she owned, but the indignity didn’t stop there. Her comfortable shirt had been replaced by an equally garish crop top that left her stomach exposed, and hugged just a little too tight. The yellow swept up to the underside of her breasts where a thin white line traced the edge of her bust, exaggerating her modest curves. Above the line, it transitioned to neon pink with the bright yellow words “Hampton Honeybees,” the cheer squad’s name. 

“Wearing what, your uniform?” Travis asked as he glanced away from the road. 

“My uniform? MY uniform?” Caroline repeated, anger parting some of the fog in her mind. “I guess I just forgot why exactly I was wearing it,” she said, turning towards Vilette. 

The fairy flew closer. “Oh, don’t give me that pouty face. You wished Travis would ask you out and he only dates cheerleaders, so I just made you a cheerleader. You’re welcome,” she said, booping her on the nose again with another dusting of glitter. 

Of course, that made so much sense. Caroline felt like slapping her forehead, but refrained so as to maintain her cool in front of Travis. She remembered the girls that Travis dated, seemingly notching off every member of the cheer squad. It only made sense Vilette had done this. But still, she felt so . . . so . . . exposed. “I just don’t know if it’s really me.” 

“What? Come on babe. It’s so you. You’re a smoke show in that thing,” Travis said.

“Oh, you like it?” When she saw how often Travis was stealing glances at her, the frustration faded and the pink fog rolled in again. “Maybe I’ll wear it for you more often then.” She figured she could get used to showing more skin and jumping around. How hard could it be?

Travis drove on further from the school and out to the suburbs. The car turned down a tree lined street and came to a stop at a secluded cul-de-sac. Only one driveway peeled away from the asphalt circle to a distant house. Dense tree trunks and vines lined the rest of the cul-de-sac. The canopy cast a dappled blanket of shadows down over the car and gave an odd layer of privacy for the middle of the day. 

“Where are we?” Caroline asked, taking in her surroundings.

“You’ve never been to Beaver Gorge Drive?” he said, turning to face her and undoing his seatbelt. “It’s nothing special, just a spot away from school where you can get a little privacy.”

“Oh,” she squeaked. “Oh, I see.” Caroline’s cheeks flushed as realization hit her. The name rang a strangely spectral bell in her head. She remembered overhearing some of the girls talk about their trysts at Beaver Gorge Drive. This was her first time there and it wasn't at all how she pictured it. She always assumed it was much more secluded and covered, more romantic. 

Travis’s hand landed on the exposed flesh of her thigh, and started to slowly drift upwards. As soon as his hand touched her, Caroline flinched, not so much from nervousness, just from cold. His hands felt cold. “You ok, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m totally fine. Your hand’s just a little chilly is all.”

“Oh gotcha.” Travis quickly rubbed his hands together and then placed his palm back on her thigh. “Is that better?” 

It wasn’t. “Yeah, like way better,” she lied. She did her best to ignore the creeping glacial drift moving up her leg. She had waited too long for this day to let something like that get in the way. She did her best to ignore the chill as his hand crept further and further up. Instead she focused on the flutter in her chest and the dizzy buzz in her head. It helped when he got to her panties. The thin layer of fabric gave just enough insulation for her to enjoy his slow rubbing. Caroline gave a soft moan and leaned back against the leather seat, spreading her legs for better access. 

“That’s it, baby,” Travis murmured into her ear.  

“Oh yes, anything for you,” she answered, and she meant it, at least until he reached underneath the fabric. Not only was his hand still cold, his nails were long. They scratched against her tender flesh. She couldn’t help but flinch.

“What’s the matter?” he said with a faint tinge of annoyance. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. No big deal,” she said, stepping out of the car. “I just need a second, you’re getting me all worked up.”

“I mean, that’s the point, right?” 

“Totally, just one sec,” Caroline said as she hustled to the tree line with Vilette in tow. Once she was out of ear shot, she turned to the fairy, pretending to study the trees. “I don’t get it.”

“You were about to get it,” Vilette said with a chuckle. 

“Not funny,”  she huffed, stomping and sending her mini skirt swaying. “It’s just not how I imagined it. His hands feel cold and his nails are long. Could you fix those?”

“Oh honey, you haven’t done this much have you?” 

She looked away. “Is it . . . that obvious?”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ve been doing this a long time. Can I make a tiny little suggestion?” 

“Just make it quick, I don’t wanna keep him waiting too long.” 

“That’s just my point. Sure, you could waste a wish on warming his hands up and another on trimming his nails. Give him a manicure for all I care, but that won’t solve the problem.”

“It won’t?” 

“No, dear. You’ll just find something else to get flustered by. You don’t wanna be making wishes to fix his manhood halfway through the act do you?” Vilette pressed on without waiting for an answer. “Of course not. Instead, why don’t you just wish that none of it bothered you? You can take care of it all in one wish and then have your fun.” 

Caroline tried to evaluate that idea, turn it over in her mind like she normally would, but her reasoning just came so slowly. Normally her thoughts came fast and furious like the flow of an enchanted faucet, but that afternoon they were barely dripping out. After a few seconds of futile effort, she decided to abandon the attempt. What did it matter? She could trust Vilette, she was her fairy godmother after all. “Ok, let’s do it.”  

“Is that what we say when we want something?” Vilette prodded. 

“Right, right, sorry. I just feel like such a ditz today. Ok, here I go. I wish none of this stuff would bother me, not how he feels, or what he says or anything. It should all just turn me on and . . . stuff” There, that should do it. Maybe it wasn’t as articulate as her last wish, but she was pretty sure she covered all the bases. 

“Your wish is my command,” Vilette said with that now familiar smirk. Then another flash of purple. 

Caroline felt funny. Not bad funny. Maybe good funny? It was hard to tell. Anyway, she couldn’t let that distract her, she had important stuff to do. She sauntered back towards the car, not even realizing how much she was swinging her hips back and forth. 

Vilette noticed, though. She watched her young charge like a hungry fox. 

“Sorry to make you wait. I had to do . . .um . . . girl stuff.” 

“Yeah?” Travis answered. “Ready to do this stuff?” he said, pointing to his now exposed junk. Apparently Travis had taken advantage of their little chat to remove his pants, and his member was erected from his lap like a fleshy obelisk. Faintly it reminded her of the obelisk in . . . wherever it was. The memory was all fuzzy. Oh well, she didn’t need to think about that right now. 

Caroline’s brow furrowed for a second. That seemed so presumptuous, so rude, but . . . but it didn’t bother her. “Oh gosh. I dunno if I’m ready for all that. There’s so much to take in,” she said, grinning. She didn't have much to compare it to, but she was certain that he could be proud of his endowment. She opened the driver's side door and climbed on top of him. As she straddled his lap, she pressed herself down onto his already hard shaft. Her knee banged against the gear shifty thingy, but that didn’t bother her either. Why would it? She had other things to think about, not that she was thinking too much at the moment. She felt more like she was acting on desire, and she only desired him. She wanted his body, she wanted his touch, she wanted his lips. She bent down to kiss him, but his firm grip caught her hair.

“Say please,” he whispered next to her ear. 

“I . . .I” she started to say. She should’ve been offended. She shouldn’t have to beg, but it didn’t bother her. “Pleasse,” she purred and found herself pleasantly turned on by the words.

His eyes lit up with a predatory glint. “Say please, daddy.”

Daddy? Seriously? That was so childish, so disrespectful . . .  so fucking hot. “Oh, daddy please. I need you so bad. You don’t even know how much I want this.”

“Then show me,” he said, letting go. She fell onto him, tongue greedily exploring her prize, hips finding a steady rhythm as she dry-humped his cock with not-so-dry panties.

The hand clapping her ass caught her off guard and the cheerleader gave a little yelp.

“Say, thank you, daddy.”

He just spanked her. He didn’t even ask, and he wanted her to thank him? That . . . that. . . didn’t bother her. No, that drove her wild. “Oooh, thank you, daddy. Again daddy,” she said, happy to obey. She felt her pussy throb and clench hoping to feel something inside. It was getting so hard to think, Caroline was glad to have his instructions to follow.

“Now get those panties off, keep the uniform though. It looks good on you.”

“You like?” she squealed, hooking her thumbs into the elastic band. Removing them, while straddling a large man in the driver seat of a car proved awkward to say the least. It involved a lot of shimmying and squirming, but it all felt perfectly natural to Caroline. Even when the steering wheel banged into her back and the car let out a brief honk, she found that hot too. She should have been mortified, scared that they'd be caught, but the risk just made it hotter. Eventually she managed to wriggle free and toss her panties out the open top of the car. She was already soaking wet by the time she did.

Their lips reconnected and he grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto him. He slid into her wet folds so easily, it was like pleasure she had never felt before. She gasped as her body shifted to accommodate his length, but it didn’t bother her. It felt so fucking good. He gripped her ass hard and began rocking her back and forth on top of him. She didn’t mind him setting the pace, she preferred it. He was so dominant, so controlling , it made her body tremble in ecstasy. She loved everything he did: when he pulled her hair, when he bit her neck, when he groaned and called her his good slut.

She was in the throes of an orgasm, maybe the third or fourth of the afternoon, when she heard him moan, “God, I'm gonna cum.” He picked up the pace, rocking her body on top of his at an accelerated rate. She should have told him to stop, he could knock her up if he came inside her, but… but it didn't bother her.

“Oh cum, daddy,” she whined, “Fill me up, daddy.” The thought of his seed splashing inside of her just turned her on even more.

And above it all, floated Vilette, taking in the debauchery below her with barely contained glee.

To be continued.