Good lovin' Gone Bad: Part 2

Chapter 4

Alan went through his morning classes in a blissful daze. He tried to look normal for outward appearances, since Christine sat next to him in most of his classes and she was extremely observant. However, he couldn't stop smiling to save his life. If he wasn't thinking about his great time before school, he was thinking of meeting with Glory during lunch. He was grateful that Christine wasn't in his fourth-period class taught by Glory, because she would have almost certainly noticed both his and Glory's odd behavior right away.

Glory managed to resist covertly masturbating in her class this time, because she just wanted to get through class quickly so she could get to her lunchtime fun with Alan. Now that she was putting behind her all thoughts of breaking things off with him, she was putting her heart into their noontime play. After school the day before she'd given considerable thought to how she could make their time together even better, so on this day she'd bought some props to help out. She was both smug and eager: eager, because she couldn't wait to get started, and smug, because she was convinced that Alan would love her surprise.

The two of them went to great lengths to act normally, until everyone else was out of the room and the door was safely locked. Then Alan jumped out of his seat and rushed towards his teacher while already starting to pull his shorts down.

However, she stared at him with a gravely serious look, and held out a hand in a "stop" gesture. "Hold your horses right there, young man!"

He came to a halt before reaching her, although his shorts were already down to his thighs and he had a hand on his raging erection. He was bewildered, to say the least.

She continued in her same stern tone, "I did some research last night, and it came to my attention that what we're doing is illegal."

"Illegal?! No way! I'm eighteen! Aren't we in the clear?!"

"Apparently not. So I've had **** but to call for the police."

"The POLICE?!" He grew panicky, and his boner withered in seconds.

She grinned impishly, because she couldn't entirely maintain her facade. "Luckily, I have a policewoman right here in my closet. Let me go get her."

There was a closet in one of the front corners of the room where she kept most of her supplies. It wasn't very big, but it was tall, so it was technically possible to hide a person there. Still, it didn't make any sense that a policewoman would have been hiding there for at least the last hour. He was even more confused and disturbed.

She opened the closet door and pulled out a police cap. She looked at him with a naughty smile and waved it at him. "You didn't think I have an actual person hiding in there, did you? Now, turn around, young man, so I can call this policewoman for help."

He felt embarrassed as he turned around, because he was more than half convinced that she was calling the police on him. But he breathed a huge sigh of relief as he realized she was merely talking about changing into a police uniform, almost certainly for some kind of sexy role-play. He stayed silent, figuring that was better than revealing his stupidity.

For the next minute or two she was silent too, but he could hear a lot of rustling coming from the closet. His dick fully engorged again, and he could hardly wait to see what she looked like. Dang! How lucky can one guy be?! Role-plays are awesome! Admittedly, I don't have a lot of experience with them, but Aunt Suzy's Daisy Duke thing last week was too cool to be believed, and the weird role-play she and Mom did the night before last was just as great. Plus, there was the role-play training of sorts last night. I can put what I learned there to use here, to get in the right "actor in a play" frame of mind. Sweet!

But the best thing of all is what this means for Glory's attitude. She's totally into having fun with me, and she's willing to let it all hang out!

I'm going to have to do my best, roll with the punches, and show that she made the right decision trying something like this with me. I'm not gonna let her down!

Glory changed quickly because she knew that they didn't have a lot of time during the lunch period, and she wanted to take advantage of every minute.

While he waited, he pulled his shorts all the way off, and lightly stroked his turgid hard-on. His heart raced wildly, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

She announced, "Okay, you can turn around."

He turned, and gasped with genuine awe. The sight before him was even better than what he'd been envisioning in his mind. His foxy teacher was wearing a police cap, a utility belt, black high boots, and she was holding a night stick in her hand ... and that was it! His jaw hung open and he muttered, "Wow! Just ... wow!"

She walked towards him with a sly grin on her face. "'Wow?' Is that all you can say? I think I might have you arrested for insulting an officer!"

He raved with genuine excitement, "Oh my god! So much more than 'Wow.' Glory, you look so hot, you're liable to burn this whole building down just by standing near it!"

She continued to act stern and officious, even though she was bursting with joy on the inside, because she could tell her costume was making exactly the impression she'd hoped for. "First, you insult me, and then you accuse me of arson. You're in a world of trouble. But the main reason I'm here is to investigate charges that you assaulted your history teacher with a deadly weapon."

"I did?" He was still a little slow to catch on and get into the spirit of things, especially since so much of his blood had rushed to his crotch.

By this time she was standing right in front of him. She brought her nightstick to just under his erection, and gently lifted it up until it was pointing directly at her. "You did. With this. According to her testimony, you crammed this thick baton into her mouth and then arrogantly and willfully thrust it in and out until it squirted some kind of liquid down her throat and then softened somehow. Very strange."

He finally started to get into his role. "Officer, that's completely untrue! For one thing, it's not a baton. For another it's too thick to even fit into her mouth, or any mouth, so I must be innocent."

"Hmmm. She was still gently using the nightstick to play with his boner, lifting it up and down slightly. "It is rather large for a mouth, I must admit." She put the nightstick down on her desk and firmly held his hard-on. "And ... it's strangely warm ... and throbbing with life."

"You see? Does a baton get warm or throb like that?"

"No." She frowned and furrowed her brow, as if she really didn't know what she was holding.

"Try stroking it."

"What'll that do?" She began sliding her hand back and forth on it.

"It'll prove that it's not a baton, for starters. Tell me, officer, doesn't that feel good?"

"It ... does ... Hmmm. Curious ... And I seem to have this strange urge to rub it in this area in particular." She was talking about how she was concentrating her efforts on rubbing his sweet spot. "Why is that? And what are these? Nunchucks?" Using her free hand, she cupped his balls from below.

He couldn't help but giggle a little at that. "No, they're not nunchucks. Tell me, do you feel tingly at all?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." She couldn't stop grinning, because she was having so much fun, but she also managed to raise her eyebrows quizzically too.

"Do you feel particularly tingly right here?" He reached out with both hands and pinched her erect nipples.

"Ouch! Hey! You can't touch me there! But ... now that you mention it, I DO feel very tingly right there. How did you know that?!"

"And how about here?" With one hand rolling a nipple between two fingers, he reached down with his other hand and ran a finger up and down her already very wet slit.

She kept on jacking him off and playing with his balls. "Watch it, young man! You DEFINITELY aren't allowed to touch an officer there. But ... I must admit ... I do feel VERY peculiar down there. In fact, it feels rather ... pleasurable..."

She had been looking down at his hand, but she abruptly looked back up at his face and glared at him angrily. "HEY! You're trying to distract me, aren't you? What about your baton? I have orders to arrest you for ****!"

He was all grins now. "But officer, I tell you, I'm innocent! What did they say in the O.J. Simpson trial? 'If the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit?' The same thing applies here. See if it fits in your mouth. If it doesn't, then how can you arrest me?"

She was still managing to appear stern for the most part, except for her giddy grin. "Hmmm ... I suppose I can't find fault with that logic. Okay, I'll give it a try, but just for a moment.' She pointed a finger at him. "But don't try anything funny while you have me in a **** position on my knees. Remember that I'm an experienced officer, trained to kill if necessary!"

"I wouldn't think of it," he smirked. He lightly pressed her clit, making her visibly shiver.

His lust was surging as he watched her slide down to her knees. She didn't even let go of his boner or stop stroking it as she repositioned, although he had to stop playing with her pussy and nipples since they were out of easy reach.

She held his boner with both hands, and stared at it critically from just a couple of inches away. She slid her fingers up and down it, as it carefully examining and exploring. "Hmmm ... It seems to be getting quite wet, due to a clear liquid leaking out of this hole." She rubbed the tip of a finger against his piss-hole. "Why is that? And what IS this thing, anyway? And why do I feel this strange compulsion to, to lick it?! And even put it in my mouth?"

He explained, as if she really was that clueless, "The liquid is called pre-cum, and the whole thing is not a baton, it's a cock."

"A 'cock?' Hmmm. Why does hearing that word make me want to lick it and suck it even more?"

"I don't know, officer, but I suspect you're what we call a 'natural cocksucker.' One would think you'd know these things, especially given your rather, uh, sparse uniform."

She broke character slightly to giggle at that. But she quickly resumed her stern and clueless act. "Yes, that. Sadly, budget cuts this year meant we couldn't afford the clothes part of our uniforms."

They both giggled some more at that, since they were in a silly, euphoric mood.

She leaned in slightly and started licking around his cockhead, while still stroking his shaft. "Hrm. Interesting. This cock is a very strange thing. I'm beginning to doubt your teacher, because it's just so very thick and long! I can barely close my fingers all the way around it!"

He joked, "Yeah, well, I wouldn't trust her. She's kind of a sketchy character."

Glory turned her head up to him and rolled her eyes while sticking her tongue out at him. "Very funny." But while she felt obliged to act irritated, she was secretly amused.

For the next couple of minutes they didn't talk, because she was so absorbed with licking and stroking his throbbing pole.

He thought, Hot damn! Glory is so sexy! Not only does she look like a total babe, but she acts like one too! It's like she totally loves my dick and can't get enough of it! And I love that she's still wearing that police cap. Gaawwwd, this is such a blast!

She was about to engulf his cockhead so she could do more than just licking, but before she did, she remembered the role-play. She looked up at him and said, "Sorry, I seem to have gotten carried away investigating the, uh, ... well, investigating the shape and taste of your cock with my tongue and fingers. We'll have to do more of that investigating at a later date. But as an on-duty officer, I must try to prove or disprove the allegations against you."

He grinned widely. "Please, be my guest. But, if you don't mind, let me sit down first. I have a feeling this is going to take a while."

She let him pull away so he could plop down in the nearest chair. But she pretended to protest. "I can assure you, it will only take a few seconds to check the fit."

"Perhaps. We'll see."

She stood up, then she bent back down and picked up the nightstick to strike a sexy pose with it. "You're a very curious young man, do you know that? What is this 'cock' thing, anyway? I want one. Can I take yours home with me?"

"Only if you take me too. You see, it's permanently attached to me."

"That's too bad." She put the nightstick back down, and dropped to her knees in front of him. "Do other people have them?" She resumed jacking him off as she brought her mouth into position.

"Um, no. They're very rare."

She chuckled at that, since they obviously both knew that was a bald-faced lie. But she quickly recovered, and said, "Hmmm. If that's the case, I may have to schedule more meetings with you to fully investigate this strange phenomenon. Especially since I can't seem to resist ... doing this..." She finally swallowed his cock, and then some, and started to bob on him.

He groaned loudly and needfully in response. Man! Man oh man oh man! That feels so damn GOOD! UGH! It's only been since yesterday, but with so much else going on in my life, it kind of slipped my mind what a great cocksucker Glory is! Or, as I should call her, Officer Rhymer! He chuckled at that in his mind.

It's happening again! It's the same as what I felt the other two times with her. She's sucking, licking, and stroking all at once, and it's beyond awesome! But Mom does that. Aunt Suzy does that. Sis is starting to do it too. But with Glory, it's like there's an extra buzz, an extra thrill. Is it just the taboo danger because she's my teacher? That doesn't make any sense, because there's an even greater taboo danger with Mom, Sis, and Aunt Suzy! Okay, maybe not Aunt Suzy, since I consider her family, but outsiders wouldn't see it that way. But still, wow! What is she doing to me that's so great?!

He didn't have any answer, but he didn't care much, because he was too busy reveling in the erotic ecstasy to ponder the issue. However, he was starting to understand what "sexual chemistry" meant. He felt good chemistry with all his lovers, but there seemed to be an extra spark with Glory.

Objectively speaking, as he'd said to himself, she wasn't doing anything dramatically different from what Susan, Suzanne, or Katherine did. Like them, she could easily suck, lick, and stroke him all at once, and she usually did. But she often kept one hand to play with herself. As a result, it was a race to see who came first.

Glory still wore the police cap, utility belt, and boots, but their role-play was long forgotten. They both had a great time with it, but Glory's great blowjob was consuming their full attentions. Alan kept his eyes closed most of the time to better savor the sensations, as well as trying to extend how long he could hold out. But occasionally he'd open his eyes and look down, often when she performed some unusual move on his cock. Then he'd see her police cap bobbing up and down, and get an extra kick out of it.

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The minutes passed. Glory seemed perfectly content to suck him for the entire lunch period, and in fact she was. She didn't understand it, because with her boyfriend Garth, cocksucking felt like a chore, but with Alan, it felt like a highly arousing pleasure for herself as well as him. She decided not to deep throat him today, however. That was much more difficult, and usually less arousing for her, so she wanted to keep that for special occasions.

Alan continually squeezed his PC muscle, and that kept his orgasm at bay. But she was so talented, especially with her tongue, that even that wasn't enough. So eventually he cried out, "Mercy! If you keep it up, I'm gonna, gonna CUM!"

She was so into it that she kept right on going. If there was one thing she could do in a conventional blowjob that his other lovers couldn't or didn't do, it was the tremendous amount of suction she used. He felt like she was about to suck his dick clean off, but the pleasure was tremendous.

He cried "Mercy" several more times, but she didn't seem to hear him. Finally, he yelled more urgently, "Mercy! Uncle! Stop! Please, please stop, right now, or I'm gonna cum!"

She reluctantly pulled off, because she realized they had half of the lunch break to go, and she wasn't sure if he'd be able to stay hard if he came already. She sat back on her hands to rest.

He just sat slumped in his chair panting hard for the next minute or two. Then he opened his eyes and said, "Wow! All I have to say is wow. Wow, wow, wow!"

She grinned. "You really like that word."

"I do, because it's about all I can manage. You leave me speechless! You're a friggin' cocksucking goddess! And the whole police woman role-play idea? Where'd you come up with that?!"

With that reminder, she finally took her cap and utility belt off. She left her boots on since they served a purpose and it was a bother to remove them. She smiled brightly. "You liked that, huh?"

"Oh, definitely!"

"So, you're into role-plays?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes. A thousand times yes! It's a new thing for me, but if this is any indication, I'm already a die-hard fan!"

"Good. I've gotta admit that it's new to me too. I got to thinking yesterday, if we're gonna do this, then we might as well go all out. So it's like I got my Halloween costume early, and I'm going to put it to extra use." She winked.

He asked, "What do you mean by 'do this?'"

She replied, "I've been thinking. We can't have a conventional relationship in any sense. It's too dangerous for us to do anything outside the safety of our total privacy right here. Besides, you have your other lovers, or helpers, or whatever you want to call 'em. We can't get romantic or have a long-term future, for obvious reasons. but what we can do is be 'sex friends.'"

He said, "I've been thinking along similar lines. I do have strong feelings for you. You mean a lot more to me than just a 'sex friend.' A LOT more! But ... we do have certain problems and limitations."

She sighed. "That we do. And you mean more than that to me too. Never say never, but I don't want to get my hopes up high, so for now, let's start like this and see how it goes."

She sat up on her heels again and took hold of his still very stiff erection. "So that's what I mean. I'm taking a big risk here, any time I'm like this with you." She resumed jacking him off. "So if we're going to do it, let's go balls to the wall! I decided to put aside all my concerns, about your other lovers, our long-term future, and so on, and I'm gonna be a damn good mid-day relief for you. As for actual intercourse, that'll have to wait until our relationship is on more solid ground. So far, I'm having the time of my life, so why the hell not keep doing this?"

She said what she wanted to say, and she was still too horny for a long conversation. So she engulfed his cockhead again and resumed her expert cocksucking on him.

Now that her police cap was off, he grabbed the sides of her head with both hands, in order to encourage her to go a little slower. He was concerned that he hadn't gotten a full strategic break, but it felt too good to get her to completely stop.

He thought, Oh man! This is so friggin' brilliant! To think that I can look forward to this every school day, or at least most school days! Are you kidding me?! Who would believe, when we're sitting in class, that our teacher is licking her chops, just waiting for the bell to ring so she can get her lips around my dick?! Man!

But the thing is, I've gotta give back. I can't be a passive or selfish lover, or she'll grow bored fast. I need to make sure she has great orgasms too! Then we'll get more and more hooked on each other, and fall deeper and deeper in love!

He decided there was no time like the present to get started. Since he was sitting in a chair, her breasts were within easy reach, so he reached out and started playing with them, paying particular attention to her nipples. But after a few minutes, he managed to bend forward, reach down, and finger her pussy too.

She liked that a lot. And he immediately benefited, because she didn't need to touch herself as long as he was doing it, so she was able to use both hands on him.

She kept him going right at the edge of climax until about five minutes were left. Then she redoubled her efforts.

He could see the clock too, and realized it was time to cum, so he simply stopped trying to hold back. He shot his load directly into her mouth. Due to the time and place, she felt that was the best option, so there wouldn't be a big clean-up problem.

She also had been holding back her urge to cum, and once he started cumming, she let go too. It was a great mutual orgasm.

But once their orgasms came to an end, they had no time to rest. It quickly turned into a Keystone Kops-styled fire drill routine, as they rushed around the room putting their clothes back on, putting Glory's costume away, and generally trying to clean up and get rid of the sex smell. They had the room back to normal with only a minute or two to spare.

They had yet to kiss today, but they pulled together for a quick hug and kiss. Glory said to him, "We really shouldn't do this every day, but ... same time tomorrow?"

"Definitely! Then, after that, we'll start taking some days off."

"Right."

He left her classroom practically walking on air. The only problem was he hadn't had a bite to eat, and neither had she.

Chapter 5

"Okay, girls. Let's get our asses in gear!" Heather was leading cheerleading practice during sixth period, but the practice was not going well because all the cheerleaders seemed lethargic.

Heather tried to goad them into action. "Come on, you losers! Are you a bunch of ninety-year-old grandmas? Kick your legs up HIGH!"

But her insulting words failed to inspire them. Amy meekly complained, "We're tired!"

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Heather pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Okay, fine. Let's take a five minute break. But when we start again, I want to see you bust your asses!"

The others headed immediately for the closest drinking fountain, which was some distance away.

Heather just stood in place and said, "Wait. Kim, you come here. I want to speak to you for a moment."

Kim certainly didn't want to speak to Heather, who was bitchy at the best of times and in an especially bitchy mood now because her squad was having an off day. But she knew she couldn't oppose Heather on anything, since Heather seemed to have the teacher who was technically in charge of the squad under her thumb. That teacher only made token appearances from time to time, apparently relying on Heather for everything else.

When Kim drew close, Heather said in a nicer tone, "All that complaining about you all being a bunch of lazy-ass losers, I must admit, that doesn't apply to you today. Everyone else is dragging like they'd pulled an all-nighter, but you're bouncing around like your legs are pogo sticks and you've got a big shit-eating smile on your face. What gives?"

Kim was relieved that she wasn't about to get a dressing down. "I can't speak for the others, but I'm in a pretty darn good mood!"

Heather rolled her eyes. "Let me guess: you're all moony over some pretty girl."

"Nope!" Kim smiled from ear to ear. "Close, but think 'guy' instead of 'girl.' And 'well-hung' instead of 'pretty!'"

Heather narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Whaaaat? You? With a boy?! But everyone knows you're a lesbian."

"Yeah. Like everyone knows you're straight, but you have fun with girls sometimes."

"That's different," Heather complained. In fact, she had sex with girls as often as with boys, especially with her best friend Simone, but she nonetheless considered herself basically straight. It was important for her public image to be seen that way. Trying to turn the focus back on Kim, she said, "Don't tell me you had sex with him."

"I did!" In the back of her mind, Kim knew it wasn't prudent to tell Heather this kind of personal information, but she was so excited that she just couldn't help herself. She thought back to her sex session with Alan and Katherine the day before and smiled even wider, even as she winced at some of the residual soreness.

Heather said rather loudly, "What?! You had sex with a man? A man actually fucked you?!"

Kim looked around nervously. Fortunately, the other cheerleaders were on the other side of the room, talking to each other around the drinking fountain. She said, "Ssshhhh! Keep it down already."

"So you did! Interesting! So ... who's the guy?"

Kim replied sullenly, "Why should I tell you?" She had started to realize that telling this kind of information to Heather wasn't wise, so now was trying to limit the potential damage.

Heather smiled wolfishly; she liked challenges like this. "Don't even bother to keep it a secret; you know I'm gonna find out." She snapped her fingers and opened her eyes in a Eureka moment. "Hey! I know who it is! It's Alan Plummer, Katherine's brother."

Kim's jaw dropped. "What?! How'd you know that?!" She was a bit surprised that Heather even knew who Alan was, since as a nerd he was below her notice.

Heather chuckled victoriously. "A-ha! I knew it! And as for how I knew, it was elementary, my dear Watson. Both yesterday AND earlier today, I overheard you talking to some of the others about what a 'great guy' he is. Nobody EVER talks about him, and then all of a sudden you can't stop talking about him. And the past few days you've been inordinately happy. I'm guessing something happened over the weekend? And you're even happier today than yesterday, so I take it you're gonna see him again soon?"

Kim sighed. She knew she'd been found out. "Close enough." Actually, it had been just the previous day, and she was happier because she was looking forward to more sex with him (and Katherine) on Thursday, but Heather had figured out the general gist. "Please, please, please, PLEASE! Don't tell anyone about this, okay? You'll ruin my reputation."

Heather smiled like the cat that got the cream. "My lips are sealed. But you'll owe me, of course. So, tell me: what's sex with a nerd like?"

Kim replied hotly, "He's not a nerd! Just because he's smart, people like you put him down for that. He's handsome, suave, athletic, AND smart! He's on the school's tennis team, you know. What's more, he's a damn good lover!"

Heather crowed inwardly at how loose-lipped Kim was getting while trying to defend Alan. Sensing a winning approach, she deliberately insulted him some more. "A good lover? Yeah, right. Maybe he's good at masturbating to ugly chicks from Star Trek." She said mockingly, "'Ooooh! Princess Leia! Ooooh, you look so hot in your metallic gold bikini!'"

Kim felt like punching Heather, but knew that would not be wise. "First off, Princess Leia is from Star WARS, not Star Trek. And secondly, he IS a damn good lover! Look at me!" She held her arms out. "I really AM a lesbian. Guys don't interest me. I still have no intention of having Alan or anyone else for a boyfriend. But ... damn! I thought strap-on sex was good - until I tried the real thing! A plastic dick can't compare to a hot flesh-and-blood penis!"

Heather pretended to be only mildly impressed. "So he has a dick. Big whup. So do a few billion other guys on this planet. I'll bet he's got a really tiny one, 'cos he's a nerd."

Kim clenched her fists. "Heather, don't test me. You don't know what you're talking about! I admit I don't have any experience with other guys, but even lesbians have a good idea of the size of an average dick. I know how his size compares to my dildos and strap-ons, for one thing. That so-called 'nerd' is hung like a horse!"

Heather laughed. "You're kidding me! A well-hung nerd? What a waste! Talk about throwing pearls before swine."

Kim's voice grew as clenched as her fists. "Heather, pardon my French, but you're a moron! You're so quick to judge. Alan happens to be a great lover!"

"Oh yeah? And what makes him so great?"

Kim thought back to her session with Alan and Katherine. "Well, like I said, he does have a pretty big dick. Not so much in terms of length, though it is long, but it's the width that's the killer. Add to that his stamina. He can keep going for hours while I just cum and cum and cum! I swear to God. And did you ever stop to think that smarter guys could be better lovers? What if they put their smarts to actually learning how to pleasure a woman, and then putting that knowledge to use? For instance, he told me he's built up his stamina through some tricks and techniques he's learned and now mastered. How many of the caveman jocks you have sex with would even know a trick like that if it hit them on the head? They're all, 'Bam, bam, bam, UGH! I've got my rocks off, so now I'm going home. Here's some bus fare; get lost.'"

Heather was annoyed, because Kim had hit upon some of her frustrations with her lovers. Surprisingly, rather than jumping all over Kim, she conceded, "You have a point. I've noticed that, in most cases, the more handsome and athletic a guy is the worse he is in bed. That's true with all the really well-hung ones too. They figure they're God's gift to women, so why should they go all out to see you get an extra orgasm, or even any orgasm at all? It fuckin' pisses me off."

Kim nodded. "That's so true. Men are pigs. But Alan, he's different, at least in bed. He makes sex FUN, you know? Even if it's just giving him a blowjob, somehow it's really fun and arousing. And he makes sure we have lots of climaxes. LOTS of them!" She put her hands on her hips with a defiant "So there!" attitude.

Heather raised an amused eyebrow. "'We?' So this nerdy nobody has more than one lover? Interesting."

"Hey! I never said that!" Kim complained.

But Heather could see from Kim's reaction that her comment had hit home. She decided not to push the issue though. She was increasingly intrigued about Alan but she didn't want Kim to know that. So she just shrugged. "Whatever. It's all a moot point though. The guy could be the greatest fucker on the planet but he's still a nerdy nobody. You can have him. I hope he rocks your world for months to come, if it means you'll show the energy and spirit at practice that you've been showing today."

Kim grumbled, "Yeah, well, probably not. Like I said, I'm not really into him, per se. I have no interest in him as a boyfriend at all. I just like getting my bells rung, if you know what I mean. And he did that so well that my ears are still ringing."

Heather started singing an old disco hit: "You can ring my be-eeeell-eeell, ring my bell." She smiled and winked knowingly.

Kim was surprised by that rather sympathetic response and giggled a little bit. "Yeah. Exactly. So, please promise not to tell anyone, okay? Not even the rest of the squad?"

Heather kept smiling, but more wolfishly. "Sure, but like I said, you'll owe me. Maybe you can ring MY bell sometime..."

Kim had mixed feelings about that. Heather had a truly fantastic body, but she was known to be a selfish lover. Besides, Kim didn't like to be pushed into anything. So she just said dismissively, "Whatever."

By that time, Janice and Joy were drifting into earshot, so Kim was able to break off their conversation and get herself a drink of water.

Heather was left thinking about Alan. She recalled the time she'd spoken to him briefly at the beach. Hmmm. Curious. Now that I think about it, he acted fairly normal, especially for a nerd. He didn't come off as one of those sniveling, groveling types I hate so much. And what if he really IS rocking Kim's world, and having sex with other girls too? Maybe he is better in bed than some of the 'caveman' types, as Kim put it so well.

But still, he is a nerd, and an absolute nobody in the school hierarchy. There's no way I could seriously think about taking him out for a test drive. He'd ruin my reputation!

Heather looked around and decided to end the five minute break. She blew her whistle and yelled authoritatively, "Okay, girls! Enough sitting on your butts. Let's get back in gear!"

Chapter 6

Knowing that Susan wouldn't be available for the "abnormality check" that afternoon, Alan wanted to stay away from home and keep his mind elsewhere. If he did go home, he knew he'd go crazy just thinking about it. So instead, he decided to hang out with his friend Sean.

They were headed over to Sean's house for the afternoon to play video games, but on the way over they stopped at a nearby Baskin-Robbins ice cream parlor. While they sat there eating their ice cream, Heather walked in with Rock, her handsome quarterback boyfriend, as if she were a queen with her consort. It would have been pretty much impossible for anyone there not to notice her, since she often stopped traffic just with her looks. Unlike Katherine, who still dressed and acted fairly conservatively in public, Heather always flaunted what she had. So when she entered, acting regally like a queen, she clicked and clacked her way across the tile floor in four-inch high heels.

When Heather noticed Alan sitting at a table with his friend, a devilish smile crossed her face. Hmmm, look at that. Is today my lucky day or what? Kim seems to think he's so great that his shit doesn't stink. I think it's time I tease him a little and see if she's full of hot air or what.

She went immediately to his table; her pointy nipples, which appeared about to burst from her skintight top, led the way. Arms crossed and angry, she said to Alan, "You! You have some nerve! You said you'd help me out, and then you didn't!"

Alan couldn't figure out what she was talking about since he'd only talked briefly to her once before in his life. After some quick thinking, he figured it had to be related to his painting of the cheerleaders. He almost replied in a panic, "Don't talk about it here!" But fortunately he kept his mouth shut.

"Don't act dumb!" she went on. "You promised that you would help me with my homework and then you disappeared. I have a big essay due tomorrow. What are you going to do about it?"

Alan knew that because Heather was so beautiful, lots of pathetic, nerdy guys "helped her study," which meant that they did her homework for her in return for a chance to talk to her a bit. If they helped out a lot, she'd even reward them with something like a kiss on the cheek. Her boyfriend tolerated this with amusement, since having other guys do her homework ended up giving him more time with her. Not too many weeks ago, Alan would have been happy to be one of those guys, but she hadn't even given him that much attention back then.

He decided to play along, acting like he knew what it was all about. He said, "Um, I'm really sorry. I forgot."

"Well," she said somewhat testily, "I might forgive you if you write my essay for me."

He wasn't sure what to say, nor did he have any idea why she was publicly lying like this. "Okay?" he guessed. He knew he wasn't about to be her boyfriend, so he figured this subterfuge was all for the benefit of her listening boyfriend Rock. It seemed best to play along and see where she was headed.

"That's better," she said condescendingly. "We can go to my house right now and I'll give you the assignment."

"Now?" he asked, still genuinely puzzled. His heart was pounding with fear, confusion and excitement. "What about my friend, and your ... friend?"

"Darling," Heather said huskily to her boyfriend Rock, who stood a few feet away looking at the various flavors of ice cream, "I have to go give this guy my stupid homework assignment. Can I do that after we have our ice cream and then meet you at the theater in time for the movie later?"

"Sure, Honeybunch," Rock replied inattentively.

She turned back to Alan. "We're going to a matinee, so we'll have to make this quick."

He nodded an acknowledgment of that, but then he looked at his friend. "Sean?"

Sean was totally in awe of Heather, so he only wished that he could be the one talking to her. "Don't mind me. I'll be okay."

"Thanks." Heather smiled at both of them.

Sean nearly melted with delight that Heather was even acknowledging his existence.

Alan momentarily pondered why Heather's idiotic boyfriend would allow her out in public dressed the way she was. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra, because her nipples, prominent at any time anyway, poked out so obviously that they alone got him extremely excited.

After Heather and Rock chose their ice cream and Rock paid for it, they sat down at the table behind Alan and Sean.

Alan didn't pay them any more attention until he felt a hand on his butt. The feel of soft fingers and extended nails confirmed to him the nearly unbelievable fact that it must be Heather's hand.

She's sitting in the chair behind me talking to her boyfriend while she's sticking her hand inside my shorts! He's huge! He's gonna kill me! What the hell?! She was mocking me at the beach the other day and now this?! How the heck do I get her to stop?!

Alan continued to lick his ice cream cone while trying to maintain a poker face. He expected disaster to strike at any moment.

Heather, on the other hand, looked like she had just casually draped her arm behind the backrest of her chair. No one seemed to notice that her hand had found the crack of Alan's butt. Her fingers were on a mission, and soon her index finger began to probe his back door.

Alan didn't dare turn around and look towards her. Instead, he tried to casually scope out the rest of the ice cream parlor to see if anyone had caught on. He became acutely aware that the guy who scooped the ice cream cones had a perfect vantage point to look straight ahead and see the hand of a woman sitting at one table massaging the butt of a man at the table behind her. And he was in fact staring in the right general direction, but luckily he seemed completely fixated on Heather's tits.

I'm going to get killed by her boyfriend before I leave the store. But even if he doesn't notice, that other guy's gonna see for sure, and then he's gonna start telling everybody, and then Heather's boyfriend will find out, and then he'll track me down and beat the living shit out of me! Anybody else could notice at any moment too. They might even say something out loud, right now!

He began to consume his ice cream with a vengeance while, at the same time, he tried valiantly not to squirm away from Heather's probing digit. When he finished, he slowly stood up, making sure that Heather knew what he was doing so she could unobtrusively remove her hand first.

Heather turned around and looked up at him, as if she had just recalled that he was still there. She asked him, "Are you going somewhere? Aren't you going to wait for me?"

"Yeah, I was just ... throwing my napkin away."

"Oh. If your friend doesn't mind, why don't you sit over here and meet my boyfriend Rock." There were actually benches for two on each side of the tables, and she patted the space on the bench beside her for Alan to sit down.

Alan came around and sat next to her, too worried, not to mention too aroused, to give much thought to his abandoned friend Sean. "Hi, Rock. I'm Alan," he said, as he reached his hand across the table to shake Rock's strong hand. He didn't pay much attention to the high school's sports teams, other than his own tennis team, but he already vaguely knew of Rock since he was the school's quarterback.

"I'm Rock. It's short for Rockwell," the jock explained as he practically crushed Alan's hand with a casually firm handshake. "If you're helping Heather on her homework, you must be quite the brain." He'd said this exact line so many times to so many others like Alan that it was more like a script for him rather than a genuine pleasantry.

"Yeah, well, I don't know about that..." Inane small talk ensued. Rock seemed visibly annoyed by Alan's presence, but he continued to talk just to be polite.

Alan was sitting to Heather's left where she'd made space on the bench for him. As Rock talked, Alan felt Heather's fingers playfully crawl across his leg like a spider and land on his crotch. His heart leapt into his throat. He was sure that Rock would figure out what was going on, simply from seeing the stunned look on his face.

Alan realized that it had been a big mistake to sit so close to Heather. He felt helpless to stop her reckless advances.

She put her hand on his upper thigh and then drew it up until it reached the waistband of his shorts. She slid her hand under his shorts and underwear and found his dick. She began to rub him slowly, even as she joined in the small talk. She was well aware that none of this could be seen by Rock.

But, apparently, even that wasn't good enough for her. She withdrew her hand and then began to unzip his shorts.

Alan thought he would die of fright when he heard the sound of the moving zipper. It sounded as loud as a jet plane on a runway to his ears, but apparently Rock remained unaware of what she was doing. Alan's heart pounded even more wildly than it had already been thumping.

Then Heather put her hand inside his fly, pulled out his turgid erection and began playing with it again.

Alan nearly fainted in fear as he imagined Rock leaning forward over the table to see Alan's private parts just hanging out, being stroked by Heather's tanned hand, and the ensuing punishment to him that would ensue.

Heather rubbed his firm cock aggressively, as if she really wanted to make him cum quickly all over the place.

Alan was too shocked to think, beyond barely being able to keep his end of the small talk going. So she just continued to rub him with her fingers and bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

He didn't know how to get out of this situation, because if he stood up, her hand would rise up above the table too. Since he was sitting across from Rock, the thought suddenly occurred to him that if he did cum, it might splatter all over Rock's legs. But not even that fear caused his erection to wilt.

Ironically, it was Rock who saved him. Bored with Alan's company he said to Heather, "Honeybunch, why don't we go?" and stood up to leave.

She withdrew her hand immediately, before Rock could rise high enough to see where it had gone.

Alan rushed his hands to his groin to cover his protruding boner, then discreetly stowed it away before Rock looked in that direction.

A minute or two later, Alan said his goodbyes to both Rock and Sean and got into the car he'd borrowed from his mother. Heather slid into the front passenger seat. This left his friend Sean totally stranded.

However, Sean seemed to understand; he even encouraged Alan to "seize the moment" and leave with the teenage sex bomb. No doubt Sean had been putting himself in Alan's shoes, imagining that it was he who was allowed to help Heather with her homework, which before long would lead to them making love instead. No doubt Sean thought this was just an impossible idle fantasy; had he known just how accurate it actually was, he would have been having very different thoughts about letting Alan leave with his dream girl Heather.

Chapter 7