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Courtney had been looking for her spanky pants everywhere since the Torros finished their final routine. She’d looked in her sports-bag, in Jan’s sports-bag, the guy was always holding them back from her so she’d do the manoeuvres without wearing them. Not having found them in any of the usual places she’d even gone as far as to corner and threaten Torrance’s little brother into telling her where he’d hidden her spanky pants. He’d admitted that he’d taken them before the ESPN Finals; but all she got to show for it now was his confession that indeed he’d swiped them from her bag but that they’d been taken from him, when he had paraded around with them on his head, by Missy.
So now she was trying to find the brunette but in the mass of people that crowded the place after the award ceremony it was a hard task. She’d asked Torrance and Missy’s brother if they’d seen her but neither had seen the girl since the beginning of the celebrations.
Manoeuvring herself out of the throng of people Courtney made her way towards the parking lot figuring that maybe the brunette had slipped away from the festivities that were going on to get some fresh air. Looking around the many parked cars and trucks Courtney quickly spotted the blue VW Beatle that belonged to Missy and she started to walk purposefully towards it; in the hopes that the other girl would be there.
Coming closer she saw something dangling out of the drivers side window, something familiarly red and flimsy. To her shock and also somewhat restrained relief she recognized them as her spanky pants. Quickly closing the distance between her and the car, in the hopes to get them before anyone else could see the mocking piece of clothing. But before she managed to close her fingers around the little piece of underwear it was, quick as a flash, whisked out of her reach and into the confines of the car. To be more precise they made their way into the backseat accompanied by a throaty chuckle.
“Dammit, Missy… give them back.” An almost fuming Courtney growled as she looked through the slightly opened drivers-side window, to see the brunette sitting in the surprisingly roomy backseat, of the VW Beatle.
“Tsk tsk… you kiss your mother with that mouth Courtney. Now if you want them that badly why don’t you come and get them.” was the grinning brunette’s teasing reply. Adding to the insult she was twirling the panties around her index finger whilst in an overacting and suggestive way waggling her eyebrows at the panty-less cheerleader.
Though momentarily stunned by the sight before her as well as the made challenge, Courtney quickly regained her normal ice queen composure and had her hand on the car door with steely determination. Forcefully she slung open the door and slid in a kneeling position, leaning slightly against the backrest, in the drivers seat. “Don’t you fret about who I kiss or don’t kiss Missy. Just hand them over now and don’t think about telling anyone about this.” The blonde sounded more menacingly now that she was closer to her goal.
Courtney didn’t see the other girl make any movement to give back the underwear so she slid herself between the chairs into the back seat right next to Missy. Being this in this close proximity to Missy was slightly uncomfortable, but she was determined to get her spanky’s back
“Oh I ain’t worried I was just wondering what my finder’s fee will be? ‘Cause you know I didn’t steal these back for nothing…. “
“Finder’s fee are you nuts or something just give them back.”
“No, I don’t think so, Jan usually gets something for their safe return I want something as well or no deal Spanky…”
This riled the blonde a bit. “Well tell me what it is you want then, so we can get this over and done with I want to get back to the party.”
“Hmmmm what to get…. what to get.” Missy pretended to think for a few seconds before she stated her demand. “How’s about a ‘thank you’ kiss?” The grin on Missy’s face grew exponentially as she saw the shock settle over Courtney’s face.
Several things ran through the blondes head among which were ‘A Kiss… she wants me to kiss her… I knew I was right at try-outs… but damnit if I don’t she’s gonna hold this over me.’ Not to be thought of as scared Courtney quickly decided she better act than just sit there stunned. So she slid closer to the brunette their thighs now lightly touching as she moved in more to diminish the sparse few inches between their heads. Lips soon met, tentatively at first but as seconds passed Courtney started to get into it. Mainly because Missy wasn’t leading her anywhere she, figured out, didn’t want to be going. She liked this kiss. She liked this kiss a lot and wanted even more.
Leaning forward deepening the kiss as she went, Courtney’s hands started on their own exploration. All thoughts of her spanky pants momentarily forgotten. First her hands moved to the back of Missy’s head making sure the brunette wouldn’t move away. Though she didn’t have to have worried about that as the brunette in question was doing just fine where she was, making soft noises as teeth nibbled, tongues duelled and lips melted in unison with each other.
Their chests were now pressed together and even though both girls enjoyed their leisurely kiss they couldn’t help but crave more. Fingers now started to partake in the playfulness twirling strands of hair, caressing the soft and supple skin of the others neck. All the while both girls were eliciting soft growls and moans.
However before they could get anymore engrossed in each other they were rudely disturbed by a group of loud and obnoxious people that passed the open door of Missy’s car. The girls separated both now heavily breathing with arousal.
Trying to break the uncomfortable silence that now hung around them Missy held up the red and black spanky pants. “I guess I should give you these back now.”
But before she had a chance to place them in Courtney’s hands she heard the blonde say “How’s about you hang on to them for a little while. I could come and pick them up later at your house maybe…? So I can finish thanking you for finding them.”