Set up 2 Fall - Sex Stories

Set up 2 Fall

... bullshit. If that's what it was. The horny part of what he'd told her was completely true, and he only could have gotten that information from a female, and one that he was quite close to. “I promise, I didn't bring you lunch and become you friend just to lie to you. I promise that I'm only trying to help, and that I will never betray you.” he said, looking deep into her eyes. “Does that help?” “You really want to do... that, with me?” she asked. “Me?” “I wasn't kidding when I said I think you're the prettiest girl in school.” he told her. “I really meant that.” He leaned over the table and kissed her softly on the lips. Miss Connelly DID see that, and she came bustling right over. “All right you two, that will be quite enough of that!” she said sharply. “Miss Easterling, I had quite expect better of you!” “Yes Miss Connelly.” Carla said, abashed. “And you, young man! You will take these trays back to the cafeteria immediately, and I expect to see proper behavior from you at all times in this Library, do I make myself clear?” she demanded. Andy got up and collected the trays, then looked at Miss Connelly. “Sorry, Miss Connelly. I promise it will never happen in your Library again. This is not the appropriate place, and I apologize to you as well, Carla.” “Hmmmph.” Miss Connelly snorted at the boy's back as he left, then her face softened as she looked at Carla. “I know of your emergency, young lady, and your need to remain her for the day, but I will not have untoward ...

... behavior from anyone in here, is that understood?” “Yes, Miss Connelly.” Carla replied. “I also saw you kiss him back.” she said. Carla started to protest, but the Librarian held up her hand and smiled. “Don't you dare deny it; I know what I saw. And I must say, I approve. He's a very nice young man, and you could do far worse for yourself than Andrew Wackerman.” she told the girl. “All you girls seem to be hot after Bradley Johnson, but he hasn't a brain in his head, really, no matter how good his family connections are.” “Yes, Miss Connelly.” Carla said, a slow smile creeping onto her face. “He was very nice to me.” Miss Connelly got a faraway, dreamy look in her eye for a moment, remembering, then blinked and looked at Carla again. “I knew a nice boy, once, but I didn't marry him, and that was the biggest mistake of my life.” she said. “Don't go for the flashy assholes, not matter how much the other girls tell you to want them. You pick a man who will love you and make you happy.” Carla gaped at the cuss word coming out of the prim and proper old lady's mouth, but he use of it really drove home the importance of the advice she'd just been given. The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully for Carla, and her mother was there right after school to pick her up. They stopped by a store and bought some supplies, then went home. In the house, a few minutes after they were settled in, the phone rang. Carla's mother picked it up. “Hello?” She listened a moment. “No, Mr. Easterling ...