next Saturday? Back to the video? Can he continue to sit alone in that chair in that room, knowing that she can appear at any time, but also knowing that she can never appear again?

He opened his mouth to ask her about it. Twice he had sex with her. Did that mean anything? What should happen on Monday? Will they ever communicate again?

“Okay,” she said, closing the locker. - I'm ready.

“Good,” he hesitated, and turned away. Questions can wait.

The last time they checked the dressing room, making sure they did not leave any evidence. Charlie turned off the lights before they went out. Michelle locked the door behind her.

It was still light outside, although the sun was beginning to descend to the horizon, and the shadows were growing. They looked at the parking lot, but Daryl was nowhere to be seen, and the only visible car was Charlie's car. They moved to his car.

Charlie looked out at Michelle out of the corner of his eye. Her past talkative state has evaporated, and now she walked in silence. She seemed thoughtful. It seemed that wearing clothes, she became the one, the other girl, the other side of her forked personality, the one he did not know.

It is strange that he spent so little time with her while she was dressed. She was naked almost the whole evening when they met for the first time. Only at the end of the evening did she put on her clothes again. This time everything was the same. She was naked until she put on this uniform. What will the guys think if he tries to explain it to them?

“Oh, Michel Santos? Yes, I know her, I'm just not used to seeing her dressed. "

Less than an hour ago, he was walking along the corridor beside her, stopping her at will, to touch her between her legs. Did it really happen? That was incredible! How could he not be her boyfriend when she gave him that opportunity?

He looked at her again. To his surprise, he felt that his dick was puffing, clinging to his jeans. He suddenly wanted them to stay longer in the dressing room. They could be in the shower, spend more time in each other's arms. He could spend more time touching her body.

They stopped next to the car: - Can you bring my clothes? - Michelle asked, - Can I wait in your car?

“Of course, Charlie said.” He stared at her in this tight-fitting uniform. Her wet hair was brushed back, straighter than usual. He saw a drop of water slip right from her ear and slowly roll down her neck.

- Charlie? She asked in confusion.

Charlie approached her. He put his hands on her waist, holding his fingers at the bottom of her top. He pulled it up over his head. He pulled the topic from her hands and threw it on the hood of his car.

- Charlie! - she had anguish in her voice, but she did not stop him when he squatted down in front of her and pulled her skirt and panties down her smooth legs. He let them go and they fell to her ankles. She was naked, and her perfectly groomed strip of pubic hair was right in front of his eyes. Of course, she was perfectly groomed. In the end, leaving the house, she expected that she would be seen naked.

Charlie stood up and reached for his lightning. Michelle's eyes widened when she realized what he intended to do. She looked nervously at the parking lot when he pulled out his hard cock. He leaned over, clinging to her belly. He kissed her.

She leaned back on the car. Her mouth opened, and he felt their tongues meet. She pressed her palms to his chest, as if she intended to push him away, but her hands did not put any pressure on him.

Charlie reached out and took hold of her legs. Pressing her against the rear seat window, he lifted her legs up, sliding her along the car, and then letting her fall on his waiting erection. She gasped and her legs wrapped around him.Her eyes closed and she seemed to forget that they were in the street during the day, and he had sex with her in his car.

As her eyes were closed, Charlie looked at her openly, looking around at her beautiful features. Her long dark hair shimmering in the sunlight; her deep dark eyes; her perfect skin. He looked at her lips, watched as her mouth opened slightly as she sighed sharply. If only his eyes could stop this moment, save it forever. Where would he put it in his video? It was Michelle having sex. It was Michelle when he was deep inside her. It was Michelle, what she wanted to be - naked on the street, paying no attention to anything.

He exhaled, ending in her. She wrapped her arms and legs around her, squeezing tightly while his dick pulsed inside her.

He gently lowered her legs, allowing them to touch the ground. Retreating, he returned the still hard member back in jeans. She remained standing leaning against the car and trying to catch her breath. Her eyes were slightly covered and looked at him through the slits.

Charlie did not notice the effort to keep Michelle on weight when they were having sex, but now that he let go of her, his hands seemed weak and lost. He fumbled for the keys, finally pressing the button to open the car. He opened the driver's door. Michelle sank into the car, sitting on the edge of the seat.

Charlie returned her uniform to her, and Michelle silently took it, putting her on her knees and making no move to get dressed. “I'll be back soon,” he said. “I’ll only take the rest of your clothes,” he waited for her to answer, but she just nodded.

Charlie opened the green door and entered the school. He rushed down the corridor to the editorial, praying that he would not stumble upon Daryl. The room was empty. He grabbed the crumpled clothes that still lay where she left her. The computer was still on, and Charlie hesitated a bit before turning it off. He said to himself that he could always come back and get out after being pursued by Michel. But maybe he just won't let her go. Perhaps they will spend some more time together.

He headed for the door before he remembered the camera he had hidden by the window. He pulled out a camera and put it in a drawer, telling himself that he would rewrite the video from it later. He did not want to leave Michelle too long, especially since he suspected that she would still be naked when he returned.

He turned off the light and rushed to the green door with Michelle's clothes under his arm. He pushed the door open and squinted toward the car.

Michelle is gone. Charlie looked through the windshield, but she was not in the front or back seat, and all the doors were closed. Charlie opened the driver's door. He noticed a sheet of white paper on the seat and picked it up. Not a word. Only a big heart in the center of the sheet.

Charlie looked around, but he didn't see her anywhere. He got into his car and started it. Moving slowly through the parking lot, he searched for the eyes of a dark-haired girl in a cheerleader uniform. But he did not see her.

He drove to the exit from the school parking lot and stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the light to turn green. Where did he go? Where did she park? If he trains the streets back and forth, he can find her in the car ...

He shook his head. The light was green. He set the car in motion, turning right. Home. When he arrived at the next traffic light, he looked over his shoulder and noticed a spot on the rear window. The imprint of a bare back Michelle remained on the glass.

Charlie looked down, next to him, where Michelle's heart lay on the seat. He took the phone and sent it to the picture. Turned on the video recording and focused it on the heart.

“The same to you, Michel,” he said. - The same to you.

The traffic lights turned green. Charlie put down the phone and drove on.