Chapter 6

Meg picked up her school uniform from her bed and literally tossed it onto herself, feeling sick. There was no way she was ever going to drink again. She paused for a moment to let the wave of nausea pass, and regretted declining the water bottle from last night. Putting a hand up against her pounding head, she swallowed hard before checking herself out in the mirror.

Her hair was a semi-tangled mess, but her bus ETA was five minutes and she just didn't have that kind of time. She was lucky enough to have had enough time to even take off the flaky makeup from the previous night and put on some more appropriate eyeliner. She tossed some makeup and her hair straightener into her bag—she would have some time to put it on later in school while preparing for the school festival today.

She had woken up that morning snuggled up against Maxfield's surprisingly broad, masculine chest with his arms wrapped around her. It had been such a warm, safe place, and she had been reluctant to leave. But when his alarm set off, he'd dropped her off at home in a hurry before taking off for school himself.

Still, she couldn't keep herself from feeling happy. She'd stayed over at his place! He'd told her that he cared about her! Things seemed so different now, she almost didn't mind the self-induced woodpecker chipping away at her brain.

She had woken up that morning snuggled up against Maxfield's surprisingly broad, masculine chest with his arms wrapped around her. It had been such a warm, safe place, and it made her realize how lonely her everyday life really was. With her father gone, her mother constantly away on business to trade shows, and her innate pickiness with men, she really did not have that much close physical contact with people.

Socks! Where on earth were all her socks? Rummaging through her drawers, she finally found a fresh pair before making a mental note to do laundry once she got home from school. Grabbing her bag off of the kitchen table, she bolted out of her door and made a mad scramble for the bus stop.

There were no seats remaining, which was only to be expected since her stop was the last on the bus loop to school. Still, today she wished she had a spot so that she could rest her head just a little bit longer. She rested her head against one of the metal poles and let out a deep sigh.

"Do you want a seat?"

Her eyes shot open because it was highly uncharacteristic of anybody to give up their bus seat, especially since she was not handicapped in any way. She turned to see Josh staring at her, looking amused. He stood up and took her hand, pulling her into the seat. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I've felt better." Meg said, nodding her head. "Thank you for the seat, although it seems like you deserve it just as much as I do." As handsome as he was, he had circles under his eyes from lack of sleep and his hair was disheveled. Since his bus stop was near the beginning of the bus loop, he would have been relaxing luxuriously in this seat for about half an hour.

"So, you must have slept at home last night." Josh said hesitantly. Meg stared into his eyes. "I wouldn't be on this bus to school if I hadn't, would I?" She replied bluntly.

Luckily, the school was just pulling into the school parking lot so that Meg wouldn't have to endure much longer of this awkward chitchat. Quite literally the second she stepped off of the bus she was yanked angrily to the side by Serena, Lita standing beside her.

"What on earth happened last night?" Serena snapped. "How could you have gone home with the guy that Lita was into? Are you crazy?"

Meg winced. It was true, she had literally stolen Josh right from under Lita's nose. "I'm sorry. But I thought they were just vibing each other that night, now you are telling me that you have a crush on him?"

"Yes, you idiot! And whether or not you know of that fact does not excuse you from fucking him while I was sick!" Lita shouted angrily.

"Whoa, wait a second. Is that what you guys think? I didn't sleep with Josh. Nothing happened between the two of us, I didn't even go to his place."

"Then what happened to you? I called your cell, but you wouldn't pick up. I called your house, and nobody was there either. You had to have been somewhere." Serena said suspiciously.

Meg looked Serena dead in the eye. "I was somewhere. But Josh wasn't with me."

Serena's jaw dropped open, and immediately she looped her arm through Lita's in an attempt to calm her down. "Now, Lita. Meg wouldn't lie to you about this sort of thing. She even admitted to what she did wrong, and apologized. Won't you forgive her?"

"I truly am sorry. I would have never done anything even close to that had I been in my right mind." Meg nodded solemnly. "Seriously, nothing happened between the two of us."

Lita took one long glance at Meg, and Meg looked right up at her the entire time. Lita was a big girl, she could've squashed Meg with a pinkie. Still, Meg did genuinely regret her actions that night. Lita was a good person.

Finally, she sighed. "I guess it's alright. You have your own problems, I'm not surprised that you needed to let loose for one night and made some bad judgments."

"What do you mean?" Serena asked.

"The school festival, don't you remember? You have no school spirit!" Lita laughed, poking Serena in the side. "Since Meg is class president, she's been in charge of all the festivities."

"That is true. Although the art committee has been incredibly involved in the preparations, all I really needed to do was delegate." Meg replied modestly. This year, they were doing a maid cafe. The boys were to wear dress pants and dress shirts and prepare the food and the drinks, while the girls served the customers.

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Meg leaned in close to the mirror at school and rimmed her large eyes with dark mascara. Now that the festival was about to start, the washroom was overcrowded with girls changing and touching up their makeup.

Smoothing the front of her short red skirt, Meg eyed herself one last time in the mirror. Her hair was straightened and held back in a sleek white ribbon, and her bangs swept to the left of her face. She had adorable dangly earrings in of red ribbons with golden bells chiming merrily beneath them. The blouse of her maid uniform was white with puffy sleeves, and her skirt was bright red. For extra effect, she had white gloves and white stockings which both had red lace.

Fortunately in this instance, the principal had a perverted mind and had a very liberal view on appropriate student dress code.

"This spot is all yours." Meg said with a smile, patting one of her classmates on the shoulder as she squeezed her way out of the chaotic washroom and began walking towards class. Her Wizard of Oz-esque Dorothy slippers made a distinct click-clacking down the hallway, and she pulled open the door to the classroom.

It had been beautifully transformed into an adorable cafe, with a reception booth at the front, several round tables for couple seating, and a counter by the back with which to make the drinks. There was a glass cabinet that held a variety of different cakes, cupcakes, and biscotti.

When she walked in, she felt the boys' eyes drawn to her immediately. Since they did not take long to get ready, they were all waiting in the classroom already. Giving a smile and saying a cheerful good morning to everyone, her eyes then raised to meet Maxfield's. He had been standing by the counter, looking sophisticated in a black blazer to match the occasion.

Maxfield had been wondering what he was going to say when he saw her again all morning. What were the implications of last night? Did she even remember any of it? Was that idiot boy that he scared away last night a nark? His eyes flicked down the length of her body— lingering on her large bust protruding from the tightly fitted blouse and on the area of bare skin between the bottom of her skirt a and the beginning of her stockings. No matter how much he wanted to be able to shake off the attraction and avoid this jailbait trap completely, he couldn't. She was just too sexy, and there was just something about her that he couldn't give up on.

"Ami! You did such a great job on these decorations!" Meg said, skipping cheerfully over to one of the round tables were Ami was busy setting up the rose vase centerpieces. "Thank you so much for making sure we stayed within our budget."

Ami looked up, and acknowledged Meg with a warm smile. "You're welcome, although the budget was spent only on the decorations alone. Your outfit looks like it must have cost a week's allowance."

It was true, the students were all responsible for their own costumes, but that was one main reason why the girls were so excited to show off their personally styled maid outfits. Meg nodded and glanced at Ami's outfit. She was wearing a light blue maid costume that accentuated her petite frame nicely, with blue ribbons tied in bows around her wrists. Blue ribbon also criss-crossed along her lower legs to produce a ballerina-esque look.

"Speaking of, your outfit looks amazing!" Meg said, her eyes twinkling. "This year's class festival is most definitely going to be a hit."

Ami grinned back at her, nodding enthusiastically. "You seem to be in a really good mood today."

Meg leaned over against the table, raising her ass slightly to appease the looks of her suitor, as she looked back and caught the glance of Maxwell watching her. "Oh, I am."

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She had expected it to be busy today, but she hadn't expected it to be this hectic. They had already added in twice the amount of tables, but they were still a constant stream of people who had yet to be seated. They even had to set up a queue outside that stretched past two classrooms. They had originally marketed this towards high school girls who would have though the idea to be cute and come to have sweets and tea with their boyfriends, but she hadn't expected the boys to be coming in on their own in order to see the maids. It had been an oversight on her part, but there was nothing that Meg could have done even if she had predicted it. There was only so much space in the classroom; she was lucky she had bought all the food and beverages in bulk so that there were plenty to go around.

When it was finally her turn to take a fifteen minute break, Meg made her way to the secluded classroom storage closet to take a breather and to pull out some extra napkins. As she was on her tippy toes reaching for the napkins, she heard the door lock behind her. Large, strong hands, encircled her small waist and pulled her into him.

"You look beautiful." She heard Maxfield's deep voice say, causing Meg's heart to pound so hard it hurt.

Meg slowly turned around to face him, and his eyes lowered to the exposed cleavage from her top. Her breasts were just so perfect. So round. So soft. She raised herself up on her tippy toes and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her knee raised and gently massaged at the growing bulge between his legs.

She tilted her head down and looked up at him, to make her eyes appear even larger. "Are you going to be needed for something?"

"No."

Immediately, his hands were everywhere. They were pushing through her hair, and they were pulling down her blouse so that her breasts popped out from the top. Grabbing one breast firmly, he lowered his mouth against the nipple and began rubbing her pussy through her panties from beneath her skirt with his other hand.

Letting out a moan, Meg grabbed onto his bicep with one hand and began undoing his pants zipper with the other. She let out a whimper as his fingers pushed aside the thin material and began fingering her. This sensation was way different than her first time, maybe it was because this time was with what she truly wanted—with a man. In fact, the arousal hit her so hard that her knees buckled and he had to push her up against the wall to stay in balance.

Meg pushed off Maxfield's blazer and unbuttoned his shirt so that they could look at least half-decent by the time they emerged from the supply closet. Maxfield unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra in one swift sweep.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this." Meg whispered into his ear.

Maxfield grabbed her ass from the left and hoisting her up into the air, and instinctively Meg wrapped her legs around his waist. "You have no idea how much I want you." He replied, but a coy smile spread across his lips. But she was just about to.

Meg let out a loud moan as he entered her, and he let out a groan of euphoria as he was not expecting how tight she was. She was also extremely wet, so he could tell that she wasn't in pain by him. Luckily, the music and loud conversation of voices overlapping one another outside were enough for them to be confident that they would not be overheard.

His strong arms moved her up and down against him, causing her to let out a whimper each time his large cock came deep inside her. Eventually, he let her down, and she moved him back onto the mini step ladder so that he was seated at a comfortable level. Grabbing his dick in her hands, she began licking her own juices off of the head before taking it into her mouth completely.

Maxfield grabbed onto part of the nearby shelf and let out appreciative grunts as Meg pumped his dick in her hands and flicked at the head with her tongue. After it had been appropriately lubricated, she paused for long enough to have him look back at her in wonder before taking his penis inbetween her large tits and moving them up and down against his shaft.

This time, he wasn't even making any comparisons with Meg to Melissa in his head. There was no doubt that Meg was three times as sexy as she was, and he reached forward and grabbed onto her hair as the feeling became more and more intense.

After a while, he pushed her back against the floor and spread her creamy-colored legs. Her pussy was so clean-shaven, pink, and welcoming. Lowering his head, his tongue began to wander up her inner thighs and flickered at her clit.

"Oh!" Meg brought her legs closer around Maxfield's head and she pulled the back of his head deeper into her. Before long, he was inside of her again—pushing into her deep and hard where her body was literally moving across the floor.

"Turn around." Maxfield whispered hoarsely, and she obeyed, getting onto all fours. Grabbing onto her tit with his left hand, he gripped her right hip with his other hand and began pounding her from the back. He loved how her ass jiggled against the impact of his cock, something that Melissa's bony ass just could never do.

Unable to take in the sensation any longer, Melissa let out one last cry before she came, and the clenching combined with her convulsing muscles brought Maxfield to a climax as he came inside of her.

Panting from the impromptu exercise, Maxfield leaned in close and kissed Meg tenderly before pulling back and grabbing some of the napkins from the shelf to clean himself off.

"That was amazing." Meg gasped, raising herself off from the ground and accepting the napkins that Maxfield extended out to her. "And very unexpected."

"You come to my classroom dressed like that and you think that this is unexpected?" Maxfield mused, as he put his clothes back on hastily. He glanced at his watch. "I'm going to go out first." He said, taking the napkins. "Come back out in a few minutes after you're dressed so we don't get busted."

"Sounds good." Meg said with a gentle smile, and kissed Maxfield one last time before he opened the door and disappeared behind it. She locked it again once he left and slowly put her clothes back on. Did that just happen? They finally fucked. It felt like a dream. Their relationship was getting more and more complicated, but they never seemed to find time to get to talk about it all and process exactly what was happening.

Once she was confident that her clothes were on properly and her hair looked less disheveled, Meg opened the door and re-entered the din of the classroom.