Catching Mona
By: Isabella Reyes
April 2001


    Brent sat in his desk taking his History final. His senior year had been 
hard on him and his
classmates, and the teaching staff at St. Mary's Catholic School weren't 
making things easier on
anyone. Brent scanned the ceiling looking for the answers to his test 
questions. All of the other
students seemed to be scratching their heads as well... all except Mona. Mona 
seemed to be 
finishing the test at a blistering pace. Brent's quick glance at her paper 
showed that she was 
almost done with the test, while he was less than half way, as was much of 
the class. Brent 
began to wonder how she was answering the questions so quickly. Mona was the 
honorary 
"blonde" of the class. She was, in fact, a dark-haired Latina with a slightly 
boyish body. Her 
curves had developed slower than the other girls at St. Mary's, yet Brent 
could still see her 
forming breasts on occasion in her white uniform shirts. 

    Brent watched as she marked answer after answer. Then Brent couldn't 
believe what he 
saw. Mona moved her leg slightly, at it looked like she had a notecard or a 
piece of paper that
was hidden under the upper part of her thigh and her plaid skirt. Brent 
couldn't believe the 
nerve of Mona to cheat on a test. Brent was trying his hardest, and was 
struggling to get a "C" 
in the class. Brent stared harder and confirmed his suspicions. Mona had a 
"cheat-sheet" that
he surmised had all the timelines and answers to the test questions. Brent's 
first idea was to ask
to borrow it after she was done. As he thought about how to get her to lend 
them to him, he 
had a better idea. He would take them and blackmail her. That sounded better. 

    Brent snapped the lead off his pencil. He stood to walk toward the 
sharpener and brushed
past Mona's desk. He purposely knocked her test onto the floor on her side of 
the desk. He 
apologized and as she bent to pick it up, he reached a grabbed the corner of 
the "cheat-sheet"
and put it into his pocket quickly enough that nobody saw and Mona didn't 
know. After he
sharpened his pencil, he finished his test as he stole glances at Mona, 
confused and wondering 
where her "cheat-sheet" had gone. The class completed their exams and turned 
them in. Brent
was one of the last ones, turning his in right after Mona turned hers in. The 
two walked out of 
the classroom and toward a bank of lockers.

    "I have your sheet" Brent told Mona. 

    "Oh... Thank God! I was so worried someone would find it. Let me have 
it." Mona replied.

    "Oh no. It's not gonna be that easy. What's in it for me?" Brent asked.

    "You want money? I don't have money." Mona said.

    "I guess I'll just give it to the principal. It should be easy to prove 
it's yours since it's in 
your handwriting. See ya." Brent said as he turned to walk away from Mona. 

    "No! Wait! I'll do anything! Don't turn that in to the principal" came 
Mona's words as she
began to cry. 

    "Meet me at my house right after school. Be there or I'll turn in this 
paper to the principal in
the morning. No excuses. Be there." Brent ordered and walked away. He smiled 
to himself. He 
knew he had Mona right where he wanted her. The rest of the day couldn't pass 
fast enough 
for Brent. When the final bell rang, he rushed home and waited Mona's 
arrival. It was barely 
3pm and Brent would be alone with Mona until his parents got home about 6pm. 
He thought of
ways to pass the three hours.

    **** 

    KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Brent rushed to the door and opened it. Mona stood in 
the door
with a $20 bill in her hand. "Give me my paper!" she demanded. She stood with 
her other hand
on her hip with a disgusted look on her face. 

    "I don't want your damn money. Bye!" Brent said and slammed the door. 
Mona stood there
and put her money back into her pocket. She stood on a doorstep a full minute 
before knocking
again. Brent opened the door and said nothing. 

    "Please let me in. I'd like to get my paper back. We need to talk." Mona 
begged. Brent told
her to come inside and follow him to his room. Mona walked up the stairs and 
followed Brent to
his bedroom. Brent sat on the bed and looked at Mona standing in his doorway. 
She began to
talk and he stopped her. 

    "I have the paper. I make the rules. You don't like my rules, good luck 
getting into a college 
after getting expelled for cheating," he explained to her. "You understand?" 
Mona nodded. "I 
am going to use this little 'mistake' to my advantage, Mona. You might not 
like what I ask of 
you, if not, you know where the door is. I will not hesitate to go to the 
principal at any time. I
make myself clear?" Mona nodded again. "We are gonna start with a little 
truth or dare, except
I ask all the questions and give all the dares. Truth or dare, Mona?"

    Mona stood confused for a minute before answering. "Truth", she said, 
wondering how 
long this would go on for before he'd give her the paper. 

    "Ok. Are you a virgin?" he asked.

    Mona nodded while she replied, "Yeah. I am waiting until I am married."

    "What's the farthest you've gone with a guy?" Brent continued.

    "When I went out with Steve, I let him play, um, with my boobs under my 
shirt." Mona 
said as she began to blush. 

    "No more of this good girl talk. Use the proper words, Mona. They're TITS 
not boobs. Get 
it right. You ever sucked cock?" Brent asked.

    Mona made a face as if she had drank spoiled milk. "Ewww. No. Never. 
Steve asked me to
but I didn't. I never even touched his penis, I mean dick." 

    "You ever play with yourself?" Brent asked her. 

    "No. I don't" she said matter-of-factly. Brent thought to himself that 
would soon change.

    "That's enough truth questions. Time for a dare. I dare you to take off 
your bra and hand
it to me." Brent suggested.

    "I can't do that." Mona retorted.

    "Ok. You know where the door is? See ya. I'll go ahead and give the paper 
to the principal 
tomorrow," came Brent's reply. Mona stood for a minute in front of Brent. She 
could almost feel
the coldness coming from his stare. "Either do it or leave. The choice is 
yours."

    Mona sighed and began to pull her button up white shirt out of her plaid 
skirt. Once it was
out, she reached inside and around to her back. She fumbled with the bra and 
unhooked it. She
pulled the straps down and over her wrists and pulled the bra free of her 
shirt. She handed it to
Brent as the cold hair made contact with the breast flesh under her shirt. 
Her dark nipples and 
areolae clearly visible through the white button down dress shirt. She handed 
the bra to Brent.

    Brent looked at the cotton bra. Not very sexy, he thought. He looked at 
the tag. "34b. I did
not think they were that big. You hide them. You should be proud of them." he 
announced. 
Mona stood half embarrassed and half proud after his last statement. "Next 
dare. Take off your
panties and hand them to me."

    Mona didn't hesitate this time. She hiked up her skirt a bit and hooked 
her fingers around 
the waistband of the panties and pulled them down her lean legs. She stepped 
out of them and
handed them as well to Brent. Brent held them to his nose and breathed in her 
womanly aroma. 
He could smell the freshness of her young virgin pussy. Mona felt her body 
betraying her and
her pussy began to moisten at this humilation. At the same time, she worried 
what his next dare
would be. It didn't take long for her to find out. 

    "Unbutton that shirt and sit on the bed and play with your nipples." Mona 
began to try to
unbutton her shirt, her trembling hands making the task more difficult. As 
she continued to 
move her hands lower, the swells of her breasts slowly came into view. Brent 
watched as the
Latina teen got to the last button before pushing the sides of her shirt 
sideways, showing her
breasts to him. Brent was greeted by her budding breasts. They were 
proportionally perfect on 
her lean body. They had no droop at all and were capped by small hard 
nipples. She began to 
reach up and tease at her nipples and massage her chest. Brent noticed how 
her breathing was
ragged and how she bit her lower lip. 

    Brent freed his cock from his dress slacks. For his age, he was 
well-endowed. His teen-aged
dick stood a proud 6 inches and he began to stroke it watching Mona playing 
with her tits on 
his bed. "Now pull up your skirt and play with that wet pussy of yours" he 
told her. Mona had
never masturbated, so she was fairly unfamiliar with what to do. She began to 
rub at her opened
lips and was surprised how good it felt. Brent continued to jack off watching 
his classmate on
his bed, rubbing her pussy. She made contact with her clit and almost 
spontaneously orgasmed 
at the feeling. She had her eyes closed and was almost oblivious to the fact 
that Brent was in
the same room as her. She stuck her finger inside her and began to rock 
against her hand. She 
didn't know it was possible to make yourself feel this good. 

    Brent had mastered self pleasure and knew his orgasm was coming soon. He 
watched as
Mona brought herself to her peak, almost screaming as her orgasm crested. She 
sat back and
looked exhausted at the job she had done on herself. She looked at Brent as 
he stroked himself.
She had never actually seen a hard cock before, and Brent's was a fine 
specimen. Brent looked
at her and then spoke, "Your last dare is to sit on the edge of the bed. 
You're gonna make me 
cum, too, honey. You can use your hands if you want." 

    Mona scooted to the edge of the bed and allowed her feet to hang over the 
edge. Brent 
walked over to her and stared at her perky tits as he approached. Mona 
reached a hand out and
made contact with his hot hard member. Her small hand encircled his dick and 
slowly began to
rub up and down its length. She felt his whole cock twitch, then it began to 
shoot hot fluid onto
her hand and onto her chest. Brent moaned as his cock spewed it load onto 
Mona. As his cock
began to deflate, Brent grabbed her cotton bra from his table and wiped his 
cock dry. He told 
Mona not to clean her chest off, but to just put the bra on. Mona did as she 
was told. 

    She began to get dressed and he handed her the paper. She asked for her 
panties, but he 
told her that was a "trophy" and that she'd have to walk home without them. 
He walked her 
downstairs and thanked her for stopping by. She turned to him and gave him a 
kind of "fuck 
off" look and began to walk away. When she got to the street, she turned and 
saw his still 
standing in the doorway of his house. Brent shut the door and walked up to 
his room. He went
over to the closet and opened it all the way. He moved a few shirts and 
pulled out his video
camera, the red light still visible. He pressed the 'stop' button and went to 
his desk. He pulled 
out the copy of Mona's "cheat-sheet". He sat back and planned his next "date" 
with Mona.


** To be continued **