During a fundraising month at a high school, students are advised to be creative with their ideas to make money. Cindy and her friends remember that sex sells!

Part One

When I was in high school in the early 1980s, altruism was a big and noble thing. Doing something for the benefit of the community as a whole rather than oneself was driven into our skulls as a laudable virtue whenever we had a civics lesson. Accordingly, every student was expected to get involved in charitable causes and other such undertakings as part of being a good citizen. For the most part, the majority of the students did, regardless of the beneficiary.

Sometimes there was a hullabaloo about where the money went. One year there was a big uproar when Planned Parenthood was a beneficiary. To avoid similar controversies, during my senior year at Shadow Valley Central High School, there was a month-long fundraising drive in April in which students could raise money for the registered charity of their choice by whatever means they wanted. Originality was highly encouraged.

Three friends and I, Nathan Mulgrew, staged a game-playing marathon at Scott Semple’s house one weekend in which we collected pledges for playing an assortment of board games for 24 consecutive hours. We raised $260 for cancer research, with most of the donations coming from our friends, neighbors and relatives. We were lauded by the principal for being creative. However, no one was more creative than Cindy Crews and her coterie of three friends whose sexy efforts financially benefited the United Way.

Of course, they didn’t advertise it that way, nor did it even start out that way. Instead, they called their fundraiser “Bide Your Time by Buying Our Time.” The innocent premise was that students—or anyone else for that matter—could pay for the girls’ time to have them do various tasks for them. For example, some lazy student with money to spare could pay Cindy or one of her three buddies a fee to stand in line at the school’s cafeteria and get his/her lunch. Another girl, who was an excellent typist, could be hired to type another student’s essay. It was all quite benign—but it wasn’t drawing many customers for the girls or money to their coffers. They needed to expand their services.

Then one of them, presumably Cindy, realized the old reliable truism that sex always sells. The girls came up with a unique idea that they each, for $1, would sit on clients’ laps in the lunch room and feed them! They did terrific business with that gimmick. Of course, all their customers were males. Then they got the idea that slow dances with horny boys would bring in cash too, so after school in the parking lot, they played romantic music and invited boys to have a twirl with them—for a price, of course. Since they were all quite attractive lasses, that too was a lucrative fundraising idea. It even drew students from elsewhere. One afternoon, a smitten 12-year-old boy who lived nearby named Carter happily spent $15 on one dance after another with the pretty high school girls. There was clearly nothing wrong with his eyesight nor his sex drive.

Then the entrepreneurial females decided to sell kisses for $1 apiece. (Rumor had it that one could get an especially passionate kiss by shelling out $2.) That was, of course, popular with many high school boys. Carter must have broken his piggy bank, because he returned with bagsful of coins. The girls generously gave him three kisses for the price of two. “If you’re going to be here tomorrow,” the kid said enthusiastically, “I’ll bring a few of my classmates from the seventh grade along with me!” He did.

The fun really began when Cindy announced they were looking for suggestions to draw in more cash. “There’s nothing we won’t consider in our efforts to raise money for the United Way.” A classmate of mine paid one of Cindy’s buddies $4 to shave him while sitting on his lap. Another male paid one of the girls $2 to read a chapter from a steamy detective novel aloud—while sitting on his lap. (Lap-sitting was apparently all the rage.) There were a few weird requests. Someone who no one knew paid $2 to be spanked by Cindy. She obliged and laughed heartily throughout the whole episode.

One of Cindy’s fundraising friends was a relatively new girl to the school. Her name was Dana Allen. A small, natural blonde, she had a cute, pixielike quality about her that caught my attention right away. When she smiled, which was often, she had lovely dimples which I found adorable. The day I discovered that she was selling kisses for the United Way, I immediately joined the queue to pay pretty much whatever amount she wanted to charge for the service. I was sixth in line when she began. Four of the males in front of me were Carter and three of his seventh-grade buddies. Dana exclaimed, “What adorable boys we have here!” and gave them more than their money’s worth with multiple kisses and cuddles. The four adorable boys knew a good thing: they ended up going through Dana’s lineup three times each.

When I reached the front of the queue, I was astonished when Dana addressed me by name, greeting me with a warm, “Hi, Nathan!” She wasn’t in any of my classes, so I was surprised she knew me. Dana sensed my amazement. “I asked Cindy who you were,” she explained to me as a slightly naughty grin overtook her face.

I couldn’t resist pulling a $5 bill from my wallet and saying, “Whatever this amount of kissing buys…I’ll take!” Dana, being on the short side, had brought along a small wooden crate to stand on to make kissing the taller boys easier for her. (I can attest it was more fun for us too, as it enabled us to fully embrace her.) Because I had greatly overpaid, I got a sensational buss from Dana. It was a long and passionate one. It included her hands caressing my back and drifting progressively lower until she gave my left butt cheek a playful squeeze. I could tell that Dana was enjoying the kiss almost as much as I was—and I was thrilled by it!

I joked, “Dana, what would I have gotten for $100?” My comment was loud enough to be heard by bystanders who laughed. I didn’t really mean it as a serious question, but Dana whispered a tempting answer into my ear. “Nathan, that amount would get you a terrific fuck! If you’re interested, come to my house, 19 Greenway Crescent, tonight at about 7 o’clock. I will be home alone, waiting for you.” Then she gave me a wonderful bonus kiss. When our lips separated, I whispered back to her, “Count me in, please; I’ll be there, Dana.”

I was starting to wonder if the school staff would eventually put an end to Cindy and her friends’ sexy fundraising schemes. They could not honestly claim they didn’t know how they were raising money. For example, my longtime phys ed teacher, Mr. Danforth, witnessed my $5 kiss from Dana as he walked to his car. When I strolled past him, Mr. Danforth stopped me and commented, “Nathan, whatever amount you paid for that kiss, it was worth it. I don’t know who that girl is, but she’s a real cutie! It would cost me my teaching career, but maybe I ought to get in line, too.”

If only he knew about the special and personal $100 fundraiser Dana had planned for me that night!

Part Two

In my family, on weeknights it was customary to eat our evening meal at a leisurely pace and delay our dessert to when we turned on the television at 7 p.m. to watch a rerun of The Bob Newhart Show. I knew that Greenway Crescent was somewhere between a 20- to 25-minute walk from my house, so I finished eating at 6:30 and passed on dessert—a rarity for me.

“I’m just going to brush my teeth, comb my hair, and run,” I said to my parents.

My father asked jokingly, “Got a hot date tonight, son?” It was a joke because I hadn’t had a steady girlfriend for three years and only a few dates since that time.

“As a matter of fact, I do!” I proudly announced and went about preparing to head to Dana Allen’s house and the fun that was sure to follow.

Just as I was about to head out the door, Dad asked me, “Do you plan on coming home tonight, Nathan?”

“Sadly, yes,” I replied, “but plans can change.” I figured I’d truthfully tell my worldly Dad about my evening later—but not that very minute. I was too preoccupied about possibly being late.

I didn’t quite run to 19 Greenway Crescent, but I didn’t walk, either. I sort of trotted there. My watch said 6:53 p.m. when I got to the walkway leading to Dana’s home. It was definitely an upscale house, part of a new subdivision that did not exist when I began high school.

Dana saw my arrival and opened the door long before I got close enough to knock on it. “Nathan! Come in, please!” she said to me as I walked along the stone pathway that led to the doorway. “I wasn’t entirely sure you were going to come here tonight—but I was very hopeful you would.”

I just smiled as Dana took my jacket to the closet and then guided me straight to the living room couch. I hadn’t said a word yet, but that didn’t stop Dana from taking action. She positioned herself on my lap and continued with the fabulous $5 kisses she had given me in the school’s parking lot four hours earlier. Having this petite, blonde beauty on my lap was considerably better than when Dana was standing atop a wooden crate.

When we separated for a moment, I finally said, “Did you really wonder if I was going to show up tonight, Dana? You’re a genuine beauty, too adorable for words. If I had to crawl from my house to yours, I would have made it on time.”

“That’s so sweet of you to say, Nathan!” she uttered before plastering me with another lengthy, world-class smooch. “As soon as I saw you in the hallway at school, I said to myself, ‘Dana, you were put on Earth to fuck that guy—and vice versa.’ So that’s why I invited you here tonight.”

“Dana, I’m definitely in favor of the vice versa,” I joked, “but there is the $100 involved for the fundraiser. Let me get it from my wallet. It’s the hundred-dollar bill I got from my ant and uncle on my last birthday. They told me to use it for something fun. I think this qualifies.”

“If we don’t have fun, we’re not trying!” Dana assured me.

I pulled the crisp banknote from my wallet and placed it into Dana’s left hand. She took it, but she said to me, “Nathan, I expected to fuck you completely voluntarily—for absolutely nothing—but I will take the $100 as part of the money our group has raised. We’re well over $1,000 now. That was our goal.”

I was impressed. I thought my friends and I had done well with our game-playing marathon two weekends earlier—and we hadn’t even raised $300. The girls eventually raised more than $2,300 for the United Way with their various sexual enticements. No other individual or group at the school raised even $500.

“Let’s go downstairs,” Dana instructed me. “There’s another couch in the family room down there that converts to a bed. I got it ready for us just in case you showed up—and you did! My parents are at my brother’s soccer game. He plays on an elite travel team. The game is in another city 50 miles from here. They won’t be back until at least 10:30 tonight.”

“I hope it goes into extra time,” I stated.

Dana and I descended down a dozen stairs. As she promised, a couch had been opened up into a temporary bed. There were sky-blue sheets on it along with two huge pillows with similarly colored covers. If I had been two inches taller, the bed would have been too short for me. As it was, it was a perfectly lovely venue for a sexually-wired high school couple to screw the night away. I was eager to begin.

Apparently, Dana was even more eager than I was. She stripped to her delightful birthday suit in a matter of seconds and hopped onto the middle of the bed. She patted the mattress with her hand to hurry me up and to show me where I was to be. As I snuggled beside this blonde cutie, Dana said, “Since you paid the $100, Nathan, that means you get to decide what we’ll do. I’ll go along with just about anything…as long as it isn’t too weird or disgusting. By the way, I shaved my pussy for the first time in my life. I did it for you. Guys like it when it’s hairless down there, right?”

“Frankly, I have no preference, Dana,” I said honestly. “But some guys definitely do. I’m just thrilled that I’m going to fuck it very soon.”

We embraced and kissed one last time before I got down to business with my gorgeous bedmate. I lied to the right of Dana. I fingered her bald vagina with my right hand while fondling her small breasts with my left hand, occasionally pausing my pawing to suck on Dana’s sexy nipples.

Dana felt the need to apologize for the hand nature had dealt her. “I’m sorry I don’t have big tits for you to enjoy, Nathan. It’s a physical shortcoming that I don’t like.”

“There’s no need to be sorry at all, Dana; I like small tits. They’re super-cute in my estimation. I love to play with them. I suppose it goes back to when I was in the fifth grade. Kimberly Duncan, a hot little cutie like you, let me feel her up at recess—just about every recess! We’d sneak off to a secluded area of the schoolyard where no one but us ever went. I enjoyed recess a lot! Her father was a Baptist minister. That made what we did even more fun!”

Dana laughed at my horny reminiscences and I promptly resumed my two-way exploration of this sexpot next to me. Her pussy was becoming increasingly wet. “Shove a finger or two inside me,” Dana requested. Although I was technically calling the shots, I was happy to oblige. I stuck my middle finger into her inviting vagina and began thrusting it in and out. By Dana’s reaction, she very much liked what I was doing. When I increased the penetration to two fingers, she began to squirm wildly on the bed.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying my $100, Dana!” I stated.

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem quite right, does it Nathan?” she responded between moans. “But I certainly am!”

I guess I took altruism very literally, as my giving pleasure to another sexually aroused me greatly. I could sense a strong ejaculation was imminent. I pulled my fingers out of Dana’s pussy and said to her, “Sweetheart, a cum shot is imminent!” Without giving her much time to think, I quickly mounted Dana, pushed my manhood inside her wet hole, and fired my anatomical cannon—figuratively speaking, of course. It was a sizable load that came out. I could feel my bodily strength dwindle with each rope of semen that left my body and entered Dana’s. My penis remained relatively hard even after launching my jism. I felt I needed to sexually please Dana more than I actually had, so I kept thrusting it in and out of her vagina. When a bit of goo dripped sloppily out of her, I scooped it up with the same two fingers I had used to make her pussy wet, and I pushed it back inside where I figured it belonged! Then I re-inserted my penis to make sure my cum stayed there.

Dana just looked on in wonderment. “Baby-making 101,” I said. “I want you to have every milliliter of my semen.”

“I’m glad I took a precaution against pregnancy, Nathan, or we’d be having a major argument right now.” Then she giggled and hugged me. I eventually occupied the center of the pull-out bed, and lifted Dana atop me so we were lying chest to chest. Once my dick was fully revived, I slipped it inside Dana again. I gently and lovingly fucked her for at least 20 minutes—possibly 30—before ejaculating again. This second time it was a mere couple of spurts, but the feeling was just as marvelous to me.

We spent another 60 minutes in the cozy bed just hugging and petting one another. Dana figured I had “missed out on a hand job”, so she gently fondled my dick while we hugged and chatted. There are worse ways to spend an hour.

I figured I better vacate the Allen premises before 10 p.m. I was physically exhausted from my fucking exploits. I feared I might fall asleep at any minute if I began to relax. Dana’s parents finding me asleep nude in their family room with their sexy daughter at my side would not be an ideal way to meet them for the first time.

As I prepared for my walk home, I said to Dana, “Well, I got my $100 worth. That experience was honestly worth ten times as much. I sincerely thank you for a memorable evening in bed. You were fabulous, just as you advertised yourself.”

“Gee, I know I told you I’d fuck you free of charge, Nathan,” she told me, “but maybe I should have raised the price from $100.”

“No, you girls don’t want to price your services too high,” I suggested. “That horny kid, Carter, and his 12-year-old buddies won’t be able to afford you. If Carter knew what we did tonight, he’d be figuring out how he could raise $100 so he could fuck you, too. I guarantee it!”

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