Mixed Emotions: Part 3

CHAPTER 7

Alan stayed at the beach less than two hours, since he'd left late and it started to get cold in the late afternoon. He was sitting in a chair and relaxing on the upper floor sun deck when Katherine sat down next to him. She was wearing just thin blue bikini bottoms, the same as the ones she'd been wearing with Amy earlier.

"Hey, Bro. How's it hangin'?"

"Hey, Sis. What's up?" Then he did a double take as it fully registered just who he was speaking to. "Sis! Boy, am I glad to see you. I've got questions. Lots of questions!"

"Fire away. Fuck Toy Number One, at your service." She gave him a playful salute.

"You don't have to call yourself that, you know. I find it vaguely disturbing."

"You'll get used to it." She stuck a tongue out at him, and winked.

He made a chagrined face. But he was eager to question her. "What the heck is the deal with you and Heather showing up at that beach together? Heather?!"

Katherine nodded in sympathy. "I know, I know. Normally, I wouldn't spend one second more with the über-bitch than I have to. But, not long after Aims and I finished having our way with you... speaking of which, when I asked how's it 'hangin',' I meant that in a literal sense." She nodded knowingly at his shorts. "Need any help?"

"Thanks, but I'm good for now. What's the Heather mystery?"

"Oh yeah. She called me up, which is quite strange in and of itself. Then things got stranger still, because she was asking me some really weird questions, like if it's true that Mom is super prudish and is it really a problem if we have visitors?"

"What did you say to that?"

"I definitely told her we can't have visitors. I don't want her coming over to our house!"

"Thank God for that. Phew! Then what happened?"

"By and by, I sort of figured out that her questions were not-so-subtle attempts to find out more about you. I got a hunch that she had a sexual interest in you, and I kinda asked her about it. She flat-out denied it, but the way she denied it made me even MORE suspicious! So I decided to test her. Since you'd just told me which beach you were going to, I found a way to mention that in passing. And, as the clincher, I told her that you have a thing for high heels. Then I went to that same beach to see if she'd show. Sure enough, she did, and in high heels too! Case proven! She DOES have a thing for you!"

Alan had to admit to himself that Katherine had been pretty clever. But he couldn't admit it to her, since he was trying to keep his sexual encounter with Heather a secret. He asked, "I guess that could explain why she was wearing high heels, but why were YOU wearing high heels?"

Katherine smile-smirked. "Because it's true: you DO love to see a woman walking in high heels."

"I do not."

"You totally do!"

"Well, okay, maybe I do, but no more than any other typical guy."

She made a disbelieving face. "Whatever. We've seen how you react. Not just here" - she pointed to his eyes - "but here." She reached out and grabbed his crotch. To her disappointment, she found that he really was flaccid. She pulled her hand away.

He asked, "That explains most of the mystery, but why were you hanging out with her at the beach?"

"That is kind of a curious thing," Katherine admitted. "I guess we were both using each other. Given that I found her at that particular beach right after that call, and she was wearing high heels to boot, it was pretty obvious that I'd figured out that she wants you. So she pretty much dropped the pretense and asked me all kinds of questions about you. And I went along with it, because I was trying to figure out all I could about her level of interest in you. What IS the deal with you two, anyway?"

"Uh, what do you mean?"

Katherine huffed. "You're a terrible liar. You can't just dodge the question like that."

"I'm not at liberty to say. Just call me Sergeant Schultz: I know nuuusssink!" (Both he and Katherine were fans of the old World War II TV comedy "Hogan's Heroes.")

"Really? You're not even gonna tell your own number-one-fuck-toy sister? Your lover AND best friend? It's not like I'd be jealous. After all, I'm already sharing you with Mom, Aims, Aunt Suzy, Kim, and who knows who else besides."

He said sarcastically, "Oh no, not you. You'd never be jealous."

"Okay, maybe a little jealous," she conceded. "But it would be weird not to be jealous at all. That would be a sign that I don't care. And I do care, very much. Besides, we've got a major mystery here. Why the heck would Heather of all people be interested in you?!"

He said, "I can't say a word about anything she and I might or might not have done, but that's not such a big mystery: obviously, my job as painter of invisible panties for the cheerleader squad has put me on her radar screen."

"True. In fact, she didn't entirely drop the pretense. She said she was questioning me about you because of that. She said she doesn't want a 'possible psycho' to be messing around with her squad, so you need to be checked out."

"That sounds reasonable."

Katherine huffed, "Yeah, but this is Heather we're talking about! She's so hung up on popularity and status and being cool and all that. You're a great, great guy, Brother, but you're kind of the opposite of the kind of guy she'd normally be interested in."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe she's just being really conscientious about protecting her squad."

"Well AFTER you started painting panties?! The timing doesn't make any sense."

"Hmmm. It seems like you do have a mystery on your hands, then."

"Ruh-roh!" She spoke in her best Scooby-Doo voice.

He smiled at that. "Toss me a few Scooby Snacks, and let's get to the bottom of this. Where's Fred? Or Velma?"

She chuckled. "You and Velma again. I swear, we'd solve more crimes if you didn't spend most of your time shagging Velma and Daphne."

He smiled at that, and said, "Hey, that's why they call me 'Shaggy.'" But he dropped the role-play and stood up. "Too bad I've gotta go. Got stuff to do."

"Not so fast!" She grabbed hold of his shorts before he could walk away. "Please answer me this, at least: have you or have you not gotten intimate with her in any way?!"

He winced. He'd been hoping to avoid that question. "I can't tell you that. I wish I could, but I can't."

"A-ha! The mere fact that you can't answer, and the pained look on your face, proves that you've done something with her!"

He tried to ask innocent. "Me? Mr. Nerdy? With our vapid, bitchy head cheerleader? Really?!"

She wagged her finger at him, and pretended to be Colonel Klink, another character from the TV show "Hogan's Heroes." "Hooooogan! I've got the feeling you're up to something!"

He smiled enigmatically and walked away.

Once he was in his room, he thought, Phew! That was close. I was thinking that encounter with Heather was a one-off thing, but I guess not. I'll bet she was angling to make a move on me today at the beach, but she was foiled by the fact that I was with my friends. I don't know if that's a good thing or not, to be honest. She's bad news all the way around. But fucking her was awesome!

And what'll I do about Sis now? I guess I'll have to play dumb as long as I can. It's embarrassing to admit that I'm letting my dick do all my thinking. Maybe Heather's interest in me will blow over - knock on wood. But if I were Sis, I'd be 99 percent certain that if Heather hasn't done something with me yet, she will soon.

Alan putzed around in his room for a while. He actually did some homework, mostly as an excuse to be doing something important so Katherine wouldn't ask any more questions about Heather.

Katherine did check in on him, but left him alone after seeing that he was studying.

CHAPTER 8

Later, just before dinner, Alan felt he was in need of some "servicing." Neither Suzanne, Katherine, nor Amy turned out to be around, so his choice was easy: Susan.

He found her in the kitchen, dressed in typical housework clothes. But to his surprise and amusement, she was singing along to a song. And while she wasn't exactly dancing, she was moving about in time to the rhythm as she cooked. That was surprising, because she almost never listened to music unless someone else had it on. But the real shocker was what she was listening and singing to: "Born to Be Wild," by Steppenwolf.

Still not aware that he was there, when the chorus came around, she raised her arms in the air like a headbanger at a hard rock concert and yelled, "Booooorn to be wiiiiiild! ... Booooorn to be wiiiiiild!"

Then she pumped her fist repeatedly in time to the power chords that followed.

Alan couldn't help but laugh, which alerted her to his presence.

Her face lit up with joy as she rushed to him. The following hugging and kissing was filled with wandering hands and sexual promise, although the fondling was somewhat restrained since she kept redirecting his hands when he tried to touch her big tits. But once they'd stopped necking, she asked, "What's so funny?"

"Sorry, but you. I just don't picture you as a rock n' rollin' headbanger. The closest you get to real rock music, is, I dunno, maybe 'You Really Got Me' by the Kinks."

She tickled his underarms as she complained, "Hey! I like that song! It's on that hits collection you gave me a couple of Christmases ago. And it's true - you do 'really got me.' I'm all yours!" She kissed him passionately on the lips again.

He thought, Unfortunately, "I'm all yours" isn't really true. Obviously, fucking is forbidden, as are a bunch of other things. You don't even let me touch your tits most of the time, unless you're really worked up already. How I'd love to give you a good titfuck! But that seems to be off limits too. Still, having Mom greet me like this is pretty awesome!

After the kiss, he said, "So how'd you end up rocking out to Steppenwolf?"

"To what?" She gripped his boner through his shorts.

"That's the group singing that song."

She started stroking his shaft through his clothes. "Oh. Well, I've been thinking. So many of the things I was taught about sex turn out to be completely wrong. It was like a bunch of unhappy people wanted to **** everyone to think sex was wrong, kind of like, 'If I can't enjoy it, then I'll make sure no one else can either.' I don't think God would give us this glorious gift of sexual pleasure and not want us to use it often."

Feeling frustrated at having to jack him off through his clothes, she stuck a hand into his shorts and gripped his stiff cock. "Mmmm!"

He thought, Geez. How does it make any sense that she's all over jacking me off, yet she just blocked me when I tried to fondle her tits? I guess she's just not aroused enough yet.

She appeared to be done talking, especially once her hand began stroking up and down inside his shorts. But then she added, "So, if that was wrong, maybe some other things were wrong too. Like music. I finally GET rock and roll now!"

"You do?"

"Yes! It's all tied in to sex! The rhythm is sexy. It makes me want to fuck!" She suddenly blushed, since that was a very taboo topic, not to mention a vulgar word. She was particularly embarrassed because that reminded her of what had almost happened at the party. As her fingers pumped up and down, she added, "You know what I mean. It makes me want to do wild things. To you!" The chorus happened to come around again just then, and she joyfully sang, "Booooorn to be wiiiiiild!"

She let go of his dick, but only because she started to slink her way down his body. "What do you think? Do you like it when your fuddy-duddy ol' mom gets a little bit wild?"

He groaned lustily.

Kneeling, she unzipped his fly, letting his newly firm erection spring out. "Whoa! Son! I think I've got my answer right here. Mmmm! Yum!"

He looked down just in time to watch her engulf his cockhead. Oh, man! So friggin' sexy! Mom is the BEST! Jesus! That feels so damn good! Oh God! Those lips, starting her tight suction! And now her tongue is coming out to play! Fuuuuuuck!

She began giving him a very pleasant cocksucking. But something niggled at him - he didn't like the ordinary clothes she was wearing (even though his clothes were just as ordinary). It also seemed odd that she hadn't so much as taken her top off yet. So after she'd slurped up and down the underside of his shaft for a minute or so, he said, "You know, Mom, you're doing great. But you know what would be even better? If you did it wearing nothing at all."

She reverted to licking, not sucking, so she could talk. "Really? But then again, you ARE in TOTAL CONTROL over what I can wear and what I can't. Aren't you? Mmmm!"

Far from sounding upset about that, she appeared so ecstatic that she seemed to practically orgasm just from talking about it. In fact, she was so inspired that she engulfed his cockhead again and went back to bobbing on it.

That felt good, but he really did have a thing for seeing her at least topless. So after another minute or two, he said, "Um? About taking off your clothes?"

She pulled her lips off him again and went back to just licking. "Oh, yes. What about my feet? I should have something on my feet, right?"

"I suppose." He was enjoying the lapping of her tongue against his sweet spot so much that he didn't really care about footwear at the moment.

But footwear was a very important issue for her. In only a week or two, high heels had become a fetish item. She could get horny just looking at her heels. She concluded, I knew it! I should never get caught without my high heels. Suzanne said they get his balls churning, but I didn't listen! What'll I do now?! My bedroom is so far away! Then she remembered she'd left a pair near the front door.

To his surprise, she abruptly pulled her tongue off his sweet spot, and even let go of his hard-on altogether. "Just a sec! I'll be right back!" She got up and ran out of the room.

Figuring she might be a couple of minutes, he decided to make himself comfortable. The CD Susan had been listening to had just come to an end, so he walked to the living room to pick something else. Hmmm. What's good music to get one's cock sucked to? I hope I'll be asking myself that question a lot from now on! He picked up a CD mix of songs, mostly from the 1990's, that Katherine had made a year or two earlier.

He was somewhat familiar with it, but he looked at the song list. As I thought, this has "Sex and Candy," and Madonna's "Erotica." And songs like "1999" by Prince can create a fun party mood. This'll work.

Then he pulled his shorts all the way off and sat down on a nearby couch. He closed his eyes briefly and fantasized about the pleasure he was about to receive.

By then, Susan had stripped and put on her heels. She wanted to rush back to him, but the heels limited how fast she could move. So she put her strutting lessons to use and strutted over in a very sexy, hip-swaying manner.

But he couldn't compliment her, because he was groaning with a surprising surge of pleasure. Dang! Mom has such an awesome hourglass figure! She should always be naked! He liked that last thought so much that he said it out loud. "Mom, you look so incredible in the nude that I think you should stay like that all the time."

She loved the idea so much that her face lit up like a light bulb. She didn't waste time, but dropped to her knees and swallowed all of his cockhead plus about two more inches in what seemed a split second.

He groaned as electric tingles of joy shot through his body. "Yeeaargh! Wow! Holy Christ!"

She made a couple of deep bobs, then pulled off briefly to chastise him. "Don't take the Lord's name in vain." She even wagged a finger at him reproachfully, which set her big dangling melons swaying nicely. Then she went right back to her contented bobbing.

He chuckled inwardly. Mom is such a case. Swearing is a sin, and "Onanism" is about twelve times worse than ****, but cocksucking is totally peachy. Oh well; I'm not complaining!

Her lips made a ring right below his cockhead, creating an extra-tight seal. Then she started practicing extra powerful suction techniques. As she sucked like an industrial vacuum cleaner, she thought, Tiger is so right! Cocksucking in heels and nothing else is the best way to go! I feel so especially wanton and subjugated. It's glorious! And sucking him down here on my knees with my big tits swinging freely while he lounges up there on the comfy sofa like a lord just gives it an extra kick! MMMM!

It's so naughty to do this in the living room too. Mmmm! I kind of hope Suzanne walks in and finds us like this. She'd be soooo jealous, tee-hee!

After a few minutes, she changed styles again, reverting to her favorite corkscrew technique. Mmmm! I love doing it this way. I wish I could do this forever - naked! Tiger is so right. I should be naked ALL the time! Naked and sucking cock! Mmmm! He could wake up with his big-titted mommy already bobbing over his crotch! And when he takes his shower, I'd be right there on my knees! He'd fuck my face hard while the water rains down on me!

As she licked her way up and down the underside of his erection, he found some temporary respite from his heavy breathing, so he figured it was as good a time as any to bring up a tricky topic. "You know what, Mom? I have to confess something. I was with a very beautiful woman last night, at the party."

Susan's tongue froze in mid-lick, and her heart leaped to her throat. She was terrified that she'd been found out.

He continued, "Her name was Elle. She was amazing. I mean, really truly amazing. But you know what? She wasn't as beautiful as you."

Susan's heart melted with relief and delight, and then confusion set in. Finally, she shrugged and went back to her joyous licking. Oh God! That was a close call. What if he knew? I haven't even been thinking about that, and I'm not going to think about it now. Mistakes were made. Let's leave it at that.

What's important is that he DOESN'T know, and no one will ever know. Not only that, but he says I'm beautiful! Mmmm! What a wonderful son! Mmmm! I just wish there were some way I could keep his dick pumping in my mouth every hour of the day to show him how much he means to me. Mmmm! So yummy! Being one of Tiger's personal cocksuckers is THE BEST!

But soon she stopped licking and reverted to jacking him off so she could look up into his eyes as he revealed more about this Elle. She asked, "What did you do with her? Tell me all about it. Tell me all about the hot, nasty, sexy things you did to her! I'll bet you really STUCK it to her! Did you fuck her? Did you put her in her place? Did you slay her with your big FAT COCK? Did you pound her into submission with your big pussy tamer?"

"Whoa, Mom!" He was very surprised by her language and attitude, since she never, ever talked to him about actual fucking. "To be honest, I can't remember much. I was too drunk. I do remember fucking her. But it's all a blur. I don't think I was very good."

Her pride battled with her jealousy, and pride won out. Not to mention lust. In fact, her heart seemed to beat double time as soon as she heard he'd been fucking. "Nonsense! You fucked her good; I just know it. Mommy's so proud of her big, strapping son. Such a good fucker! I'll bet you flooded her pussy with your hot, sticky cum! Or did you take precautions?"

He blanched. "Um, probably not." Oh shit! That's bad! I definitely remember the feel of my dick sliding in and out, squeezed tight by her cunt, and there was no condom involved! His dick surged and twitched with powerful jolts of pleasure as he recalled firing into Elle's pussy without a condom. The possibility of contracting or passing a sexual disease didn't cross his mind; he was thinking only of driving his seed deeply into her.

"You're so potent and full of superior cum, that could be a problem," Susan noted. She tried to sound matter-of-fact about it, but her tits were heaving with excitement. Her pussy throbbed as she imagined her son knocking somebody up. But she wasn't really thinking about Elle; she was thinking more about herself. She cupped and squeezed his balls with her free hand and thought about the billions of sperm inside, all suddenly released and heading towards her ripe egg.

She was so taken by that, she even lost her cock-stroking rhythm briefly. But then she recovered and asked, "Did she have big tits? I'll bet she did!"

"Actually, I do remember that part. The biggest! They were freakin' huge! Almost as big as yours, even!"

Jealousy burned within her, mixed with pride. But for some reason it was a good sort of burning. It would have been the bad kind though, if he hadn't added the "almost as big as yours" line with obvious sincerity.

She enthused, "I knew it! Only the best for my strapping son! Are you going to see her again?"

"I don't think so. I don't have any way to contact her. That really sucks."

She breathed a secret sigh of relief. Although she got off on the idea of her son fucking a busty beauty as a one-night stand, she didn't like the idea of serious competition from this Elle woman.

She said, "Speaking of sucking, you need to be rewarded for some excellent fucking. Mommy's so proud of you." She swallowed his dick again.

He thought, Holy crap! To fuck a woman as beautiful as Elle, then have my mom actually REWARD me for it with a nice long cocksucking?! How could life get any better? Although she would have done it anyway. But still, it's the principle of the thing.

Susan continued to think about the Elle incident while her tongue circled around and around the cockhead she was holding inside her mouth. She thought, As much as I love to hear that Tiger is actively fucking and is no longer a virgin, and as much as I love to hear about his sexual prowess, I don't want to battle for his attention or for a fair share of his cock with this Elle. She sounds like some hot young vixen. If he fucks a big-titted babe, it should be ME!

No, wait! I didn't say that! Why do I keep thinking of fucking today? Last night only made my pussy-need ten times worse! I can't go there. Blowjobs only! I'm gonna satisfy him just with my mouth so often and so well, he won't want anyone else, or to stick it in me anywhere else. Mmmm. He's fucking his mommy's mouth and I love it! That's all the fucking we need, right?

She redoubled her efforts on his throbbing cock. Soon she settled into a good groove that was eliciting an endless series of happy moans from her son. That was music to her ears, as much as her constant erotic "Mmmm!" noises delighted him.

But while acutely listening for his reaction to her techniques, she also paid some attention to the songs playing on the CD. The song "Supernova" by Liz Phair happened to be playing. She'd never heard it before, and she didn't recognize the singer. But by the end of the song, she'd figured out the chorus:

"'Cause you're a human supernova,

A solar superman

You're an angel with wings of fire

A flying, giant friction blast,

You're a giant, flying friction blast"

She really liked that, plus one more line that she liked even more:

"And you fuck like a volcano, and you're everything to me."

She thought, This singer has got it goin' on! I don't know who she is, but it sounds like she's personally been fucked by my cutie "superman" Tiger! She giggled inwardly as she had an absurd thought: Maybe she was Elle last night! Yeah, right. But cocksucking has to be the greatest "friction blast" ever! I just love sliding my lips tightly over his sweet spot, over and over and over again! Mmmm! And again and again and again! MMMM!

Inspired, she somehow made an even tighter lip-lock around his shaft than before, then sucked hard, like she was in a contest to create the greatest suction. She also went down on him as deep as she could, until she was practically **** on the length and thickness of her son's cock.

As she did that, she continued thinking, And this song confirms that rock and roll is pretty great! It's like sex coming out of the speakers. So hot! And to think that I thought the Carpenters were pretty cool.

She kept on with thoughts like those, rubbing her clit through a couple of nice orgasms. She was moaning continually in her usual fashion, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm... MMMM! MMMM! ... Mmmm..." At times, it sounded like she was trying to cry for help through a gag.

Alan had been building and building towards a climax for some time. With Susan going all out like that, it didn't take much longer before he slipped over the edge.

As had become her recent habit, she couldn't bear to take his squirting and spurting rod out of her mouth until he was done, emptying his last drop of cum. But this time she let her mouth fill up, rather than quickly swallowing the thick flavorful cream that erupted from her son's dick as she usually did. She held his load and, for a while, enjoyed the flavor soaking into her tongue.

She found herself wondering what it would be like to have her son's seed soaking into her pussy. But she thought of the sperm heading towards her egg and remembered that idea was taboo, so she quickly **** it out of her mind.

When she finally swallowed the last of the cum that was swirling on her tongue, she licked his cock and balls completely clean. That had also become a recent habit of hers. Then she sat up on the couch and let him cuddle up against her.

They were both extremely satiated and satisfied.

CHAPTER 9

When dinner ended, Alan went to the living room to unwind and watch some TV.

But before he found a program to watch, Katherine came in and sat right next to him. "Okay, spill the beans."

"What do you mean?"

"You were trying to avoid me earlier, hoping I wouldn't follow up with the rest of our Heather discussion. But you might as well tell all now, because I'm not going to let you slide on this. Tell me what's going on already!"

He evasively joked, "Okay. 'What's going on already.' There, I told you. Hey, that was easy."

"Ha ha. Now, let's continue where we left off. What exactly have you two done with each other?"

He tried to avoid answering by going on the offensive. "Okay, let's talk. But first, I still don't understand your behavior with her today. I know you said you set up a trap for her, but you could have just seen her at the beach with high heels and moved on. But I saw that you two hung out there for, like, an hour. And yet it looked like you two were actually having FUN together. What gives?"

Katherine frowned. "You're right. It is weird. To be honest, I'm almost as baffled as you are. I told you that I was trying to be nice to her because I was trying to figure out clues about her interest in you, and she was trying to get info out of me. But, to be honest, we talked about other stuff for most of the time. And she was NICE! It's like she wanted to be all buddy-buddy with me!"

He prodded, "And?"

"And that's what happened: we were all palsy-walsy. It was bizarre. She actually was genuinely enjoyable to be with! You saw us there; we were having fun together. I can't deny I had a good time."

"What about her being a bitch? You can't just forget all that if she's suspiciously nice for an hour or two, right?"

"Right. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to get on her good side and kind of play along. I mean, you have NO IDEA how powerful she is at school!"

"I think I do."

"No, you don't! For one thing, you're a guy. Sure, she's good at manipulating guys, especially with her looks, but her power amongst the girls is simply INSANE. Okay? Trust me on this. Besides, I can't stand how she treats us, the rest of her cheerleading squad, every damn school day. I figure if she gets friendly with me, maybe that'll help not only me, but the rest of the squad as well. Like, you should see how she acts around her best friend Simone. She's almost normal with her, and Simone somehow manages to hold Heather's bitchiness down to dealable levels. So I was thinking maybe I could play the Simone role for the squad."

He pondered that. "Okay, I get that much. But what does she want from you? She must have some motive."

"That's obvious. I think she has the hots for you. She figures that if she gets on my good side, that'll help her get on your good side."

"Hmmm." That made sense to him, but he was **** to admit it. "So when she was questioning you about me, what did she ask you, exactly? Did you tell her anything I wouldn't want her to know?"

"Nah. It was all getting-to-know-you kind of stuff, pretty much. What kind of music do you like, that kind of thing. I'm no dummy. I'm not going to give away any of our big secrets."

Her tone suddenly got more aggressive. "Now that you had your turn asking questions, it's my turn. I have some questions for you, buster! Have you or have you not gotten intimate with her?!"

He squirmed under her scrutiny. "Um..."

She pressed him, "The clues are there. The things she was saying to you, that was not beginning flirting; that was advanced flirting. Like, grad-school advanced! All this talk about 'cramming' and wanting to 'get a ride' from you, and trying to 'work you in.' I mean, come on! That's seriously blatant. What's up with THAT?!"

He pondered that question, and couldn't find a way out. Then finally he said, "Sis, I cannot lie to you. So... I'm gonna take the fifth."

"WHAAAAAT? Brooooother!" She shook her fist at him. She wasn't really going to hit him, but it was the kind of body language she used with him at times of great frustration.

He chuckled a bit at her angry fist gesture. "Sis, you crack me up."

"Come on! You gotta give me more than that! Are we best friends or what?!"

"We are."

"Plus, I'm your fuck toy and one of your personal cocksuckers. Doesn't that entitle me to at least a few clues about who else is polishing your fat knob?!"

"Okay, I'll tell you a little bit. Out of the blue, a few days ago, I ran into Heather after school. She kind of acted all interested in me. Things happened."

"'Things happened?' Care to clarify?!"

"No. I don't kiss and tell."

"A-ha! So there was kissing!"

"Maybe."

"GRRRR!"

He pleaded, "Seriously, now that I seem to have fallen into this lifestyle of having multiple lovers, I have to be super careful about not kissing and telling, or I could get into hot water fast. Can you please try to cut me some slack on that?"

"A-ha again! You all but called her a lover."

"No I didn't. 'Things happened.' That's all I can say. Maybe it was just heavy flirting, or a simple kiss. It could be anything." Trying to deflect her prying, he said, "It's weird. I mean, why would SHE be interested in ME? I've been thinking about it. The panty-painting thing doesn't explain it, not by itself. My theory is that Kim talked to her about me and hyped me up."

Katherine's eyes lit up with recognition. "A-ha! THAT makes sense. Now I get it. Kim is sky high over you, so I could totally see that. Oh, shit! That's not good! I'm gonna have to talk to Kim before she does any more damage."

Alan nodded. Although he'd enjoyed fucking Heather, he didn't want to be blindsided like that again. Besides, he already had more beautiful women in his life than he could handle.

He added, "It's possible Amy said something to her too."

"Oh shit!" Katherine was lost in thought for long moments. Finally, she said, "Since you've kinda told me some secrets here, I have a secret too. 'Things happened' between Heather and me too."

"What?! Really?! No way!"

Katherine nodded. "Yeah. I kind of felt obliged to as part of having to cover up the whole painted-panties thing. It's a long story. But it was a totally casual-sex kind of thing. Nothing serious. In fact, when I hung out with her earlier today, it was like it had never happened."

He asked, "Do you have any idea how amazingly sexy that is? Geez! I can totally picture you two getting it on!"

Katherine rolled her eyes. "Guys. What's up with guys watching lesbian sex? So predictable." But she was secretly pleased. She figured anything that made her more arousing in his eyes was a plus, especially since she had to compete against the likes of Susan and Suzanne, and now maybe Heather, for his attention.

She went on to explain a lot more about the secret politics and personality conflicts amongst the cheerleading squad.

It was a real eye-opener for Alan. He found himself even more awed by Heather's power and the way she used it.