I fell asleep wondering what would happen next. I heard Jenna get up the next morning to go for her run, but it was way too early for me. I decided t...o catch another thirty minutes, then get up, shower and meet her for breakfast. I set my alarm and curled back up under the covers for a bit. When it went off, I hit the snooze once, then dragged my butt out of bed and hopped in the shower. When I got back to my room, there was a note under the door addressed to me. I grabbed it and tucked it into. He told her he knew her whorish ways. He'd have me expelled. My mother's angry laugh filled the room. She told him she knew about the Negro prostitute. He laughed back, telling her no one would believe her or the Negro whore. My mother got off him and grabbed the packet of photos. He seized them from her and ripped them up. She had the last laugh. Negatives existed. If she ever saw him again or if the principal ever saw him near the children, they would expose his hypocrisy. Furious, his face. Sure you could I said. With that I leaned back and opened my pants to get my still damp cock out. You said no really I can’t do this. I leaned over and kissed you as I grabbed the back of your head and said yes you can just pretend they aren’t there. Again you said I just don’t think I can. I placed your hands on my cock and told you to stroke it. As you did your gaze went to my growing cock. I heard you say as I was lowering the top of your dress …oh my… with that I leaned back and pulled your. When the material drops, I stare stupidly and it’s her turn to smirk. She has a thin strip of sweat slick fur above a set of flared pink lips leaking a steady stream of clear fluid. And nestled in the crease of her right hip is an intricate tattoo of a lit chain of firecrackers. I bet there was more meaning to her nickname than she’d let on in public. I’d find out later. Because now? The ‘Firecracker’ herself is crouched between my legs, her cherry Kool-Aid breath causing my dick to dance.