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clearly just returning to his car.
    Lindsey grinned up at him, grabbing her top and pulling it down too as she rubbed herself.
    “ You want a show, baby?” She moved her hand aside so he could see her pussy completely as she circled her clit. The expression on his face, something caught between shock and deep lust, sent her flying over the edge, and she came so hard she had to grit her teeth against it, squeezing her eyes shut as her body bucked and rolled on the seat.
    Breathing hard, she opened her eyes to see his hand cupping a bulge in his jeans. She grinned, wond ering if there was time… but then she saw her mother hurrying across the parking lot in her business suit and heels, carrying dry cleaning bags over her shoulder.
    Lindsey gave the man a wink, pulling her top back up and adjusting her shorts, putting her feet back on the floor. He was still staring at her as she licked her fingers clean.
    “Hi, Mom,” she said when the driver's side door opened. She heard her mother say something to the man but couldn't quite hear it. “What was that all about?”
    “ Didn't you see that man staring at you?” Her mother frowned, holding her hand out for the keys. Lindsey dug through her purse for them, glancing out the window to see the man pulling quickly away.
    “ No,” Lindsey replied innocently, handing her mother the keys. “Was he?”
    “ You young girls.” Her mother sighed, starting the car. “So unaware… ”
    Lindsey hid her smile, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. She couldn't help wiggling a little against the seat, and knew there might even be a wet spot there on her stepfather's BMW upholstery.
    “Did they find his blazer?” Lindsey didn’t open her eyes.
    “ Yes,” her mother replied. “Finally! Thank goodness, because you know how your father gets. It was that young kid who finally found it. I gave him a little extra tip.”
    “ You too?” Lindsey murmured, still smiling.
    She felt her mother's silence and Lindsey quickly covered, opening her eyes and saying, “He's not my father. I wish you would quit saying that.”
    “ Oh Lindsey.” Her mother sighed. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”
    “ Gee, Mom, I don't know… ” Lindsey frowned, glaring out the window. “Maybe I was just born that way.”
     
     

 
    Chapter Three
    She changed in the bathroom at school. She kept her blouse on, but she unbuttoned the top and bottom three buttons, leaving only the middle two fastened and tying the shirt tails up high around her ribs. Her denim shorts got shoved into her purse and the white satin ones went on over her bare bottom. She snapped the elastic band and turned to look at herself over her shoulder in the full length mirror with a satisfied grin. That should do it. When she bent forward, the shorts rode up between her thighs, exposing the swell of her behind quite nicely. That should do for at least a three-day vacation!
    Her eyes bright, Lindsey put her hands on her knees, bit her lip, and looked back over her shoulder, whispering, “I've been a very bad girl!” to the mirror. Then she grinned and slapped her own ass hard enough to leave a red handprint before grabbing her purse and heading to her first hour class. The halls were practically empty, since the first bell had already rung, and her clogs made a clatter on the tile floor as she hustled around the corner.
    She had English first hour and had no doubt about the reaction she was going to get wearing her shorts or the lecture that would ensue about the school's dress code. Grinning in anticipation, Lindsey tugged her shorts up a little higher between her legs, feeling the hot pulse beating there already. The computer lab was just a few doors away from her first hour, a few of the screens still on, glowing blue in the darkened room and Lindsey slowed to peer inside.
    Computers was the only class she had ever cared about or earned an “A” in. She knew Mr. Ryan had a prep period this hour, but she turned on