STRANGE INTENTIONS (FUTA/PEEING/F)

This was a completed story from a while back, just needed editing. So others waiting for stories, don't worry. Was off today, found it and wanted to share. Too much alliteration but oh well, it was an older story written. Enjoy. Oh, a ONE SHOT! No more from this story.

STRANGE INTENTIONS

Alison Jensen and her family had just moved into town before school started. Her younger sister Jane and brother Billy seemed devastated. Alison? She was okay with it. Franklinville was no paradise by any means. Hell, well, it WAS HELL! Or so it seemed to the siblings.

A super small town, gossip about and soon every time you took a dump, it was reported to half the town. It was annoying. But sometimes small town atmosphere could be a good thing too.

Her first day of school was a true eye opener. She tried to be confident in her baggy shorts and t shirt. Entering the brick school she immediately felt every eye on her. She shivered inside but put on a smile and went to her assigned locker. The combination that she was given actually worked. Her last school caused her go to the office three times until she got the correct numbers. Opening the locker, she shoved her small purse and book bag in.

Since she hadn’t received any books yet it was worthless to have the bag. But by the end of the day she’d need it for sure, she knew.

Being a junior, Alison had more advanced classes than the frosh, so guys and girls her age were nice to be with. First class was English Lit. Though there wouldn’t be a textbook per se, they would be issued books to read, do reports on, etc.

First book up, Catcher In The Rye, was handed out. The teacher, Ms. Witowski, gave all of the students an overview of J. D. Salinger, his life and career. Alison took notes in her ringed binder.

Soon the bell went off. “Okay kids, read the first twenty pages tonight. We will have a short quiz, then do more discussion.”

A mass groan went up and all filed out. The rest of the classes were the same until Alison hit lunch. In line for the cafeteria, a girl behind tapped her shoulder.

“Hey, you’re new here.”

“Um, yeah,” Alison replied, peering over her shoulder.

“I’m Patty.”

“Alison.”

“Cool, so where did you come from?”

“Newark,” she mumbled.

“Philly for me.”

“Cool.”

“Actually, it’s the best thing my parents could have done,” Patty announced with glee. She eyed Alison, her head tilted to the side. “You got a cock, right?”

That took Alison by surprise. She thought she had hid her large bed buddy effectively. Guessing she didn’t Alison decided to be honest. “Er, yeah. You?”

“OH YEAH!” Patty said and snorted loudly.

“H-how did you know?” Alison asked, curious.

“Could smell you. Those balls you got aren’t just for show, you know.”

The line moved and she grabbed a tray. “So, how is this place?” Alison ask