“Not here!” Izzy was begging in her pipsqueak voice.
But Buddy wasn’t listening. He was grinning that mischievous dimpled grin she couldn’t resist and pulling her into the closet. The closet was big enough to fit a few people, despite the books stacked up, the coat hanging that smelled of cigarettes, and the hanging lamp they had to keep pushing out of the way.
“You said ‘anytime, anywhere, anyhow’ didn’t you?” he was telling her, grabbing her arms, protruding his lips towards her like he was talking to a baby. “Didn’t you, Izzy, baby?”
She slapped at his face lightly. “Someone’ll catch us!”
“Not if you hurry the fuck up.”
He pulled the door of the closet closed and started groping at her clothes—her tank top, her knit jacket, her skirt. He was in a playful frenzy. She yelped as he grabbed at her panties.
He put a finger to her lips. “Shush!”
“Wait, wait, wait!” She pushed him back and listened. His hands were still coming for her. “Movement,” she said.
He listened too. There was someone in the classroom. The lights were off and sunlight was filling the room. A shadow was moving about the room. Then it left.
“Teacher’s on break. He won’t be back for an hour!” Buddy reassured her.
“He just walked in.”
“That wasn’t him.”
“How do you know?”
He tried to kiss her. She turned away so he kissed her face instead, nibbling at her skin, her cheek, her neck, her ear, pulling a strand of her brown hair from his mouth, and kissing her some more. She was starting to breathe harder and he knew he had her then. She relaxed. Her cheek moved. She was smiling now, he figured. She turned to kiss him on the lips now.
“My beautiful baby,” he said to her between licks and kisses. “My crazy little slut.”
She gasped and pulled away. “Buddy!”
“Shush.”
“You fucking asshole,” she said, the bite of her words lost in her baby voice.
“I’m playing.”
“I know but still…”
“I like it when you’re a little slutty,” he said. “It turns me on.” He took her hand and put it against his pants. “See how you turn me on?”
She rolled her eyes but nodded. “Yeah.”
“Pretty little princess?” he said.
She smiled at that. “Okay.”
“My pretty little pussy?”
She clicked her tongue in annoyance but didn’t stop his hands riding up her shirt to her small tits. His words were crass but his smile, his enthusiasm, his horniness for her were irresistible. She took his face and kissed it while his hands found their way to her ass.
Then the shadow came back.
“Oh my God,” she said but he put his hand over her mouth.
The shadow came right to the closet. Izzy was freaking out but Buddy stayed calm and held a finger up telling her to wait. There was a soft knock on the closet door.
“It’s Harry,” said the familiar voice.
Harry was a friend of theirs, another senior who also had this room as a homeroom in the morning.
Buddy reached for the door handle. Izzy was shaking her head. Buddy opened it. Harry had his hands up and a huge smile in a silly pose.
“What up, you sickies!” Harry said.
Buddy laughed and pulled Izzy towards him. Harry squeezed into the closet with them and scrambled to close the door behind him. The lightbulb hit his head and he pushed it to the side. Buddy nearly tripped on some of the books but Izzy held him up. Harry was behind Izzy, his hands on her hips.
“Harry, what are you doing here?” Izzy asked.
Harry kissed her neck. “I want to play, too.”
She elbowed him. “You should be in class.”
Buddy was trying to kiss her.
“I am,” Harry said. “Anatomy class,” he added as he yanked up Izzy’s skirt as she yelped.
Buddy laughed and reached for her panties, rubbing his fingers on her pussy.
“You guys!” Izzy was complaining, looking towards the door.
“Mr. Ozniak is all the way in the teacher’s lounge,” Harry told them. “I heard him there with the other bozos.”
Izzy was biting her lip. “Buddy?” she said to him.
“Sh,” Buddy said. “It’s okay. He’s cool.” He took her arms and wrapped them around his neck and brought his face close to hers. “Anytime, anywhere, anyhow, remember?” He kissed her. “Remember saying that to me?” He kissed her some more while Harry was reaching into her panties. “My baby girl?” Izzy was starting to nod. “My little slut?” She looked at him, but he said it again. “My gorgeous little slut?”