Maia Coralis felt the wind rush through the tight confines of her hair, trapped itself within a blue and white bandana checked bandana which perfectly matched the blue and white school skirt which, through the gust of wind hand was guided upwards to where her obvously not school-approved panties could be seen by really anyone watching. The sixteen year old turned and force her white shoe-soled foot against the large venice style black doors which actually rattled a little, screaming "Jerk! Don't pretend you're some perfect Jesus-preacher; You're just a bottled-up PERVERT!" she cried, kicking the door once more. "Don't pretend I didn't see you peeping at me ya old git!".
Maia hissed under her breath and turned, stomping off down the street towards her own house, only a small few blocks away from her now ex-boyfriends house. She grumled under he breath and stomped away, and a few moments later she came upon a dilemma. The commensing puzzle was that she could either walk an additional six blocks in the bitter cold of the september snow or cut straight through the junkyard that bordered onto her own property to get home with a cut-off of ten minutes. There was only one problem; A particularly vicious dog named 'Chopper', named after the guard-dog from the eighties movie 'Stand By Me', guarded this patch of hell from all intruders. As an added bonus the old widower who lived there was an absolute pervert who felt Maia up at absolutely any and every opportunity.
She scaled the fence, not that difficult being as the toned brunette was on basically every sports team and work-out squad in the entire school, and then began to 'jog', meaning sprint as fast as possible guarding ones throat and face using a school bag and constantly moaning "I'm too pretty for this bullshit!" whilst hoping the dog was gone, as it so seemed. She stopped to breat deeply, her hands on her hips and her hair covering her face. Her panties were again on show, and as she reached back her skirt down she hope she could make it out of here wit her remaining limbs intact.
Maia hissed under her breath and turned, stomping off down the street towards her own house, only a small few blocks away from her now ex-boyfriends house. She grumled under he breath and stomped away, and a few moments later she came upon a dilemma. The commensing puzzle was that she could either walk an additional six blocks in the bitter cold of the september snow or cut straight through the junkyard that bordered onto her own property to get home with a cut-off of ten minutes. There was only one problem; A particularly vicious dog named 'Chopper', named after the guard-dog from the eighties movie 'Stand By Me', guarded this patch of hell from all intruders. As an added bonus the old widower who lived there was an absolute pervert who felt Maia up at absolutely any and every opportunity.
She scaled the fence, not that difficult being as the toned brunette was on basically every sports team and work-out squad in the entire school, and then began to 'jog', meaning sprint as fast as possible guarding ones throat and face using a school bag and constantly moaning "I'm too pretty for this bullshit!" whilst hoping the dog was gone, as it so seemed. She stopped to breat deeply, her hands on her hips and her hair covering her face. Her panties were again on show, and as she reached back her skirt down she hope she could make it out of here wit her remaining limbs intact.