David Alexander - Bert

There was a suaveness, an assured air about him that seemed preternaturally embodied in his actions. Carole was both attracted and repulsed. She couldn't decide if she hated him or not.

"Bert, let's leave here and get something to eat. I'm feeling hungry." She wasn't the least bit famished, but it was an excuse to allow her to escape from the myriad of eyes focused on them. She had long ago learned that, in the middle of an embarrassing situation, it paid to cut it as short as possible. Leaving now was the best thing she could do.

She was half-afraid Bert would refuse to leave. He surprised her when he rapidly assented. "Okay, let's go on out to the car. And if we get to the hambuger joint early, it won't be crowded."

Carole breathed a sigh of relief as they left the gym. The cool night air quickly evaporated some of the sweat that had trickled down the deep crevice of her bosom and made her feel uncomfortable. Outside, alone, she decided she might be able to turn the tables on her escort. Using tricks she had long since perfected might just make Bert Ellis as uncomfortable as he had made her all night long.

She moved closer to the boy, took his arm and hung on like a drowning person gripping a life preserver. "Bert," she cooed, "do we really have to go and get something to eat first? I'd rather just drive around. Maybe we could… park and…look at the lights." Her voice was low and seductive. And when Carole tried, she could be very seductive.

Bert turned to her and put both arms around her, looked down into her icy blue eyes and softly responded, "You don't want anything to eat? What a pity." Bert's next movement was lightning fast. His arms still encircled her, but his hands flashed underneath her skirt, found the elastic band of her panties and quickly pulled them down her slender legs.

It took an instant for the girl to realize the liberty he was taking with her. Carole tried to kick him. That was a mistake. It allowed Bert to slip the blue silk panties off one foot, then the other. He stood, holding the telltale underwear just beyond her grasp.

"Dammit, give me those back!" she cried.

Bert kept his voice low. "I wouldn't want to cause a scene if I were you. If you scream, you'll have a lot of people out here. And then you'd have to explain to all of them how I just happened to get your panties and…stuff them into my pants pocket." He tucked the last tiny slip of the silk into his front pocket. "They'd be asking you questions, not me."

The blonde's mind furiously raced. Bert was right, damn him! He had treated her politely in front of the others; it was she who had the reputation for putting men into embaressing situations. Who'd believe that he had managed to get her undies off so slickly?

A trembling note crept into her voice. "What do you want?" She was truely fightened now. There was no limit to what she would do to get those panties back.

"Let's go get something to eat. Dan's Den is as good as any." Bert turned to go to his car.

Incensed, in spite of herself, Carole indignantly exclaimed, "Is that all!" She couldn't believe her ears.

"That's all. Let's go."

At the restaurant, Bert insisted on going inside to eat. Carole refused to sit next to her date and steadfastly dropped into the seat opposite Bert's. He smiled broadly as if expecting her to do exactly as she had done. That elusive smile made Carole feel funny inside, like she'd made a mistake and didn't know exactly what it was.

Bert ordered and sat talking about inconsequential things. School, teachers, even the weather. All the time, he intently watched her. Carole knew what was going through his mind. He knew she didn't have any panties on and that damned short skirt dress kept riding up due to the smooth vinyl seat.

The blonde wiggled to arrange her dress so that it would not hike up and expose her nakedness. The more she squirmed, the more Bert smiled. Carole was rapidly becoming furious with him. Bert Ellis was toying with her, making her jump through hoops whenever he snapped his fingers, and she did not like it. Not one bit.

Carole was just ready to declare it a night when she felt a cold presence between her tightly clenched thighs. With a firm insistence it pushed up until it reached her snatch. The girl reached under the table and found Bert's foot edging toward her pussy.

Frightened eyes fastened on Bert's cool, composed face. He said in a level voice, "Put your hands on the table and don't resist. You'd never be able to explain it, not with the crowd coming in."

Carole cast a frightened glance behind her and saw several of her friends coming in. The dance must have reached a point of boredom where more left than stayed. And they had all come to the favorite hangout of the Walter Williams Memorial High School crowd.

The girl jumped slightly as Bert's big toe wiggled its way into her cunt. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was doing to her. He was actually thrusting his big toe in and out of her cunt as if he were fucking her! And she couldn't do or say a thing about it. Not in public. Who would ever believe her?

Who could honestly believe that she had allowed him to take off her panties without a struggle? That she would agree to go into a public place without any undies? That she would let him diddle her with his big toe? She'd gone too far already not to let him continue!

Bert continued his impassive, almost monotone speech. But he knew what was going through the blonde's cock-teasing mind as surely as if he were a telepath. Even more to the point, he could feel the thin juices of her lust oozing from her pussy to trickle around his toes.

He felt the soft inner thigh of Carole's leg against the arch of his foot. It seemed perfectly moulded for this odd fornication in public. This mock copulation that he did not reveal and she could not.

Carole panicked. She could feel herself getting moist in the crotch where the boy's toe gently stroked back and forth. He would start on the vinly, trace his toe along her perineum and then caress her cuntal lips. The inner fluids she leaked out frightened her. Without meaning to, she was egging him on, giving him a reason to further humiliate her. And yet, who but she knew what was happening?

She looked around and saw her friends, snuggling close to boyfriends, hands fluttering under the tables groping for various portions of the other's anatomy. Carole and Bert appeared to be distant, even polar toward each other. He spoke quietly, a monotone that would put most people to sleep. And she sat across the table from him, continually pulling her dress down like a sedate young lady.

Could she carry out the charade? Could she keep from showing the emotion she felt? Carole began tearing the napkin into tiny strips to alleviate the nervous tension building in her body. As Bert's toe stroked up and down her sex, lances of fire leaped up into her belly and destroyed her normally composed behavior.

She must not show any unusual emotion!

As the wandering digit prodded against her fully erect clitoris, Carole almost came. She clenched down hard on her napkin, bit her lower lip and looked out the window beside thier booth.

The waitress placed the greasy hamburgers in front of the pair, then solicitously asked, "You all right, honey? You look like you're, uh…" her voice lowered as she continued "…you're having a hot flash."

The waitress glanced at Bert, embarrassed that she'd been so forward in front of her date.

Bert suavely said, "That's quite all right, She's just having a momentary hunger pang. Isn't that so, Carole?" He punctuated his question with another long, wiggly excursion into her love hole.

Carole's blonde head bobbed up and down. "He's right I… I'm ff..ffeeling weak from…hunger."

The waitress looked skeptical but said nothing else. She had ten other tables to serve and didn't have time to waste with one chick in the middle of her period.