HOMECOMING [Duskford]

CHAPTER 1 - The Ultimatum

“C’mon, I think the coast is clear over here,” the horny girl urged her old friend and fuck buddy to follow her down one of the old, stony hallways in their school.

“You think?” He shot back with a nervous chuckle, his electric-blue eyes wildly darting around to see if he could spot anyone that could be lurking nearby, though the young man would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t racing and his cock hardening at what they were about to do. “That’s not good enough, Shar,” he laughed this time, catching up with her as he ran a hand through his usually messy dark-brown hair.

“Relaaaax, Lion,” she winked at him with those dark-green eyes full of mirth, a strand of her copper-red hair hiding it a second later. She knew he loved it when she used the nickname she had given him years ago. “You know no one wanders to these parts during lunchtime,” she drawled, teasing him with her slim body as her round ass encased in a tight, almost painted-on pair of jeans, briefly caught his sight.

Logan Ravers knew he should be the responsible one and put a stop to it. After all, fucking in school grounds during lunchtime might just be the craziest thing they had ever done, but who could resist Sharon Miller when she was fired up? He tried many times without success. Truth be told, he was the instigator a few of those times, and perhaps that was why they meshed together like the pieces of a puzzle. That or their old friendship, maybe a combination of both. A foot up his leg while they were eating with their friends, a cocked head from him, followed by a sexy smile from her was all it took.

Unable to wait, he grabbed her hand and gently pushed her against the wall, right next to the Health Classroom’s door, drawing an excited squeal from the leggy ginger. His mouth found hers for a heated, passionate kiss that had his chiseled body pressing right up on her slender one, sculpted by a few years of cheerleading. Sharon kissed her old friend back, welcoming his tongue into her mouth as she rocked against his ever growing bulge. It had always been like this between them ever since losing their virginities to one another during sophomore year, from zero to a million in an instant.

“We g-gotta… mmm… get to the… b-bathroom,” she moaned as he kissed his way down her long neck.

He smirked against her creamy skin. “Thought you wanted to have fun, Spitfire,” he teased, voice coming out muffled by his lips being buried in the crook of her neck.

“Uggghh…, c’mon!” She **** herself to push him back and grab his hand, so they could rush the remaining distance toward the bathrooms.

Neither teenager really looked at which bathroom they had just barged into, otherwise they would have probably switched to the other one. After all, for a boy to be caught inside the girls bathroom was way worse than the alternative. The noise of their steps on the checkered tiles mixed with the rustling sounds of pants being unzipped and pushed halfway down their legs as the two friends with benefits crashed into the nearest stall, sadly forgetting to shut the door as their mouths remained glued together.

Hoisting the nimble redhead up the stall, Logan didn’t even need to look down, he knew these motions by heart with her. Fisting his impressively long and thick cock, he pushed her lacy black panties to the side, lined himself up with her soaked pussy, and slid it home inside her molten furnace.

“Fuuuuckkk!!!” Sharon moaned, breaking the kiss as she felt her walls parting to make way for that familiar cock she enjoyed so much. Her fingers found his hair and clutched two handfuls of it tightly.

“Always so hot and tight for me, Shar,” he muttered against her neck, lightly thrusting into her pink, wet core.

They didn’t have much time, that much the two 18-year-old seniors were aware, but practice had perfected their coupling over the two years since the first time. Logan and Sharon knew just how hard and fast they should fuck each other to last for a determined number of minutes, so right now, it was definitely hard and fast, their skin slapping together as her legs wrapped around him.

“Shit, yes! Fuck me, Lion! R-right here in this… mmm… bathroom!” Sharon wailed, trying to muffle her voice against his own neck. Just because it wasn’t likely for them to get caught, it was still a public place, and she was acutely aware of that, just like himself.

“You’re so fucking crazy, you… k-know that? Starting things in… the… ughhh… middle of the… c-cafeteria,” he grunted, squeezing her round, firm ass as he supported her weight.

“You love it, though… mmm….,” she chuckled teasingly, biting his earlobe. “Tell me I’m wrong…”

He let out a laugh of his own. “Not when you’re absolutely right, oh, fuck… you feel so good,” he felt her walls squeezing his cock wonderfully.

They were so compatible and in sync that one would think those two old friends had to be dating by now, after growing together as best friends and discovering sex with one another, right? Well, the truth was more complicated than that. Being fuck buddies was something they were comfortable with, and neither of them was ready to give up the possibility of some fun with others, even though their connection was incredibly strong. That was true for both of them, right? Right?

Sharon let out a sharp, gasping moan when Logan pulled her tank top and bra down to expose her large-for-her-frame tits, the creamy globes spilling out as he grinned. “Not so loud,” he licked one of her reddish, hard peaks. “Want someone to find us?”

“Cheeky… b-bugger,” she chuckled and bit her bottom lip when her friend captured her left nipple into his mouth and gently sucked it. “Mmm, yesss… that’s it, Logan, make me explode…,” she whispered, her fingers threading in his hair.

“You’re gonna cum for me, Shar?” He teased, swiping his tongue on her nipple as their hips never stopped fucking into each other, his cock hitting all the right spots in her hot fuck tunnel as he pistoned into her. “Right here in our school? How scandalous of you!”

His words drove her even closer to the edge, her pussy welcoming him in repeatedly. “Mmm… fuck… you know how… s-scandalous I can be… oh, shit…,” her words were now getting incoherent as her large-ish tits bounced wildly on her chest. As much as she loved teasing him, the ginger cheerleader loved how he got even more fun once the festivities began between them. She moved her lips next to his ear again, tongue sneaking out to lick at his earlobe. “C’mon, Lion, cum in me. Fill me up right here in this bathroom where anyone could walk into us.”

Sharon should have known that words had power, as they were so into it that their ears never picked up on the hurried steps coming into the bathroom.

“WHAT THE…?! WHAT THE FRACK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

The chain of events triggered by that scream went by so fast that it was almost impossible to keep track of.

“Shit!” Logan exclaimed, almost having a heart attack as he pulled out just as Sharon hit her orgasm. Of all people to bust them, it just had to be her.

“Yessss!!!” The redhead put a hand over her own mouth to cover up her own exclamation, the waves of her orgasm too strong for her to care if someone had just watched her cum.

Grace Smith’s emerald-green eyes widened as she witnessed the Ravers boy pulling away from the cheerleader, his hips swinging in a wide arc that didn’t allow her to see the dick he covered with his hands, but the two ropes of white sticky semen almost hit her white, silvery sneakers, eliciting another yell from her, a quieter one this time. She stared at the offending blob, then at the boy’s ass as he tried to pull up his pants, stopping at the other girl twitching in the stall as she rode her orgasm. Her plump lips opened and closed a few times before she regained her wits, and her blonde ponytail shook wildly as the girl’s cheeks flushed red in anger and other emotions she absolutely didn’t want to acknowledge.

“G-grace… uhn… we can explain,” Logan started, but that only seemed to set off the golden-haired girl more.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERSSSSS!!!”

He winced and closed his blue eyes, the ensuing steps coming toward the bathroom telling him everything he needed to know. He and Sharon had been reckless and finally got busted, which would quite possibly open a few cans of worms. Well, at least it was a teacher who came to Grace’s rescue, and not another student, which would have been a million times more embarrassing, he figured.

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Daniel and Audrey Ravers walked briskly through the old hallways of Sunset Haven High School, the former reminiscing about his own days as a student there a little more than two decades ago. Both parents had a serious look on their faces, as the reason they had been called to their son’s school was definitely not a joke. Fortunately, Daniel had an opening in his busy schedule at the hospital and Audrey enjoyed a pretty much loose schedule of her own at the family resort, where she worked as an event planner, so both of them had been able to attend the meeting called by the Principal. He suddenly stopped in front of a large window and stared at the courtyard down below, his electric-blue eyes unblinking.

“I’m not without sympathy for him, you know,” Daniel told his wife. “Being a teenager here in Sunset Haven doesn’t come without distractions and temptations.”

“I know, but Logan should’ve known better,” Audrey softly said, pushing a strand of her long blonde hair behind an ear as she leaned on her husband’s shoulder. “We know he isn’t exactly a saint, but doing… it… in school? Danny, we don’t want our boy to become… you know?”

“My brother?” Daniel let out a chuckle, gently grasping her hand. “Trust me, Robert was so much worse. It usually worked for him, though, it’s not like he turned out bad, but I don’t think Logan’s heading down that path.”

“I tend to agree, but…,” Audrey trailed, her clear-blue gaze finding a few students hanging out outside. “We need to make sure Logan remains on the right path, or at least finds a good balance.”

“I know,” he patted her hand and ran a hand through his short black hair before turning around and wrapping his arms around his wife’s shapely waist, who smiled lovingly up at him. She had a fit body, not overly slim nor curvy, which Daniel thought was perfect, just like her beautiful face. “We should get moving, don’t wanna keep the Principal waiting.”

“Yeah,” Audrey pecked him on the lips and accepted his hand as the two 40-year-olds continued walking. She never got tired of how beautiful the old, stony architecture of Sunset Haven High School looked, very similar to a castle. Unfortunately, despite having family in Sunset Haven, Audrey’s parents were from a branch of the Bishop family who lived in Mistwood, the college town where she met Daniel all those years ago, so she never attended the place.

Daniel knew the path to the Principal’s office by heart, having been dragged into his older brother’s schemes as a student more times than he could count back in the day, the last time being for violently punching said brother on the face, but those were waters under the bridge now. The cardiologist couldn’t say he really knew the current principal beyond quick chats during PTA meetings, so he wasn’t sure what to expect. Both him and Audrey were bracing themselves for a suspension, and only hoped it wouldn’t come to an expulsion. Daniel never had to use the Ravers name for his own benefit before, even abhorred the idea of doing so, but on the drive to the school, he found himself wondering if that need was about to present itself.

Getting to the secretary’s room, the parents noticed Logan and Sharon sitting together on a bench, looking quite subdued with their heads down. Catching sight of them, their son tried a small smile, but they knew a stern face was the best option now, which made him let out a sigh and look down at the floor again. It broke Audrey’s heart seeing her boy like that, but they needed to impress on him that breaking rules had consequences, even if he wasn’t a constant rulebreaker and this had been just his first serious offense.

“Ms. Grover,” Daniel nodded at the thirty-something secretary behind the desk, who looked up at them when the couple stepped in. “Is Mr. Hartburn in?”

“Yes, he’s waiting for you, Mr. and Mrs. Ravers,” she stiffly nodded back, looking like she was offended as well by what their son did. The scowl successfully hid the fact that she was quite easy on the eyes. “You can go in.”

Daniel suspected she was judging Logan with Robert’s reputation in mind, which he thought was very unfair, but refrained from pointing it out. Another problem was the last thing their family needed at that moment. “Thank you,” he repeated the nod, pulling a glaring Audrey with him. His wife wasn’t very successful in letting her displeasure show.

Knocking twice, Daniel turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. Inside the office shaped like an octagon, Principal Jack Hartburn was sitting behind an ornate wooden desk, and Kathryn Miller, Sharon’s mother, was already waiting as well, sitting on a chair in front of the desk. The office was quite fancy, with couches, bookshelves, and some decorational art pieces. Seeing her old friends, the redhead woman quickly stood up and rushed toward Audrey.

“Oh, my gosh, Audrey, I’m so sorry about Sharon!” The woman with a model-like body tried to apologize, her blue eyes wide open. “I just knew she was going to get your boy in trouble someday!”

“Calm down, Kat,” Audrey replied in a reassuring tone, her hands rubbing her friend’s upper arms. “I’m sure they’re both responsible for what happened. Takes two to tango, right?”

“That girl…,” Kathryn shook her head and let out a long sigh. “I just… have no idea about what to do with her anymore.”

Audrey smiled, pulling the redhead into a hug. Having met Kathryn in college and becoming fast friends, it was natural that Logan and Sharon would be just as close since they were babies. Kathryn was such a close friend to the Ravers family that she headed a department at Ravers Enterprises, the company that belonged to Daniel’s father, while her husband, Derrick, worked at the Ravers Resort, as the head of security.

“Like Audrey said, Kat, it’s no use debating over who has the blame,” Daniel briefly clasped the woman on the shoulder before turning to the principal, who was just observing the interaction. “I’m sorry about all the mess, Mr. Hartburn. We just never thought we’d be called here for this.”

Jack Hartburn, a charming man in his mid-forties, just gave a friendly smile in return, shaking Daniel’s offered hand. “Oh, that’s quite alright, Mr. Ravers,” he gestured for them to sit on the chairs in front of his desk. “As I was telling Mrs. Miller here, we thought it was best to call you and discuss what happened before deciding on the best course of action.”

Kathryn’s eyes widened once more, the freckles on her pale skin getting quite pronounced. “I’m sorry, but… you’re not considering punishment?”

“Your children aren’t problematic kids, and I recall how it was like to be a hormone-driven teenager, so I fail to see what some terrible punishment would accomplish here,” Hartburn explained his point of view to all three parents, interlocking his fingers on top of his desk. That wasn’t entirely true about the Miller girl, as he sporadically received reports claiming that she verbally abused some classmates, but he was willing to look the other way with no more than an admonishing chat if it didn’t rock the boat too much. Which it hadn’t, so far at least. “Of course, the situation is less than ideal, and I can’t stop you from handing whatever kind of punishment you see fit in your homes, but as far as the school is concerned, I was hoping we could make this a learning experience.”

Daniel had heard from his son, daughter, and nieces how Jack Hartburn was appreciated by most of the students, and he was starting to see why. It would certainly be a relief if he didn’t have to use the Ravers name to get his son out of a harsher consequence as it fleetingly crossed his mind on the way to the school. “What do you mean, Mr. Hartburn?”

“Please, call me Jack, all of you,” the principal requested with a smile. “May I call you by your names?”

Daniel, Audrey, and Kathryn nodded, with the blonde still trying to calm the redhead down as Hartburn talked. Her old friend seemed to be more angry than afraid, and knowing Kathryn, she certainly was bottling that anger down and waiting to take it out on her daughter. Like her husband, Audrey was quite relieved by the tone that Hartburn was using to conduct the meeting.

“If I can ask, who was the student who found Logan and Sharon in the bathroom?” She inquired.

“That would be Grace Smith, Audrey,” Hartburn responded a bit tentatively. He wasn’t sure if revealing the identity of the student would be a good thing, but since it was a member of another wealthy family in Sunset Haven, the Ravers couple would probably learn who it was sooner or later.

Kathryn groaned audibly at that. “Ravers Enterprises has business with the Smiths,” she turned to Daniel with a pained look on her features.

“Hmm…, and the Smith girl, specifically, is friends with Howard’s daughter,” Daniel said, lightly scratching his chin. “Paris won’t be too happy with Logan.”

“Anyways,” Hartburn faked a cough to try and steer the conversation back to his idea. “Circling back to the learning experience I mentioned…”

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Logan was starting to sweat in the secretary’s room, his parents having already entered the principal’s office several minutes ago, and he was noticing that Sharon looked just as antsy, perhaps even more. “What’s taking so long?” He pondered in a whisper.

“We’re so cooked, Logan, I fucking know it!” His friend replied, her subdued tone betraying how much fear she was feeling, and he wished he could comfort her in some way, perhaps by wrapping an arm around her shoulders and bringing her closer, but with Ms. Grover watching them like a hawk, he opted not to. Any potential thoughts of trying to flirt with the auburn-haired secretary didn’t come either, not in the middle of this dire situation.

“We don’t know that, Shar,” the dark-haired boy tried to be positive, but unsure if he believed his own words at that moment. “We never put a toe out of line here, they can’t just kick us out on the first offense.”

Speak for yourself, Loggy, she wanted to say, but couldn’t bring herself to it. Hartburn had already called her for a chat quite a few times since junior year, and now she wasn’t so sure if the man wouldn’t find it easier to just expel her and be done with it.

Logan’s fists clenched at seeing how distressed his old friend and fuck buddy was feeling, but was momentarily brought out of those musings by the door finally opening and his parents stepping out of the office, followed by Sharon’s mother. Kathryn briskly walked toward the bench and grabbed her daughter’s arm.

“C’mon, Sharon,” she sternly said and then dragged the younger redhead away. For once, Sharon didn’t have a biting comeback to offer her mother. The two redheads nodded at Logan and disappeared from sight beyond the door a moment later.

Logan sighed at the sight, knowing he couldn’t do anything. The antagonistic dynamic between Sharon and her mother was well known to her friends. “Is she really that mad?” He asked his parents.

“Kat will ground her for at least a few weeks, if not for the entire month,” Audrey was the one who supplied the answer, in a soft tone.

“What about me?” Logan tentatively asked, his gaze finding his mother’s usually warm one, relieved at that fact not changing after the meeting.

“Walk with us, son,” Daniel urged, and his unchanged soft-spoken tone also helped Logan in feeling that the worst had passed.

As they walked out of the office, the son between the parents, and away from the prying ears of the secretary, Audrey took the lead in the conversation.

“I think we don’t need to say that what you and Sharon did was wrong, right?” She asked, an arm going around her son’s waist. He had already grown too tall for her to encircle his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he replied almost in a whisper, looking down at the stony, tiled floor as they walked through the hallways. Luckily, classes had ended for the day and the only students still in the school were the ones involved with clubs or sports teams. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry we couldn’t control ourselves better,” he said, figuring it wasn’t the time to shy away from discussing sex with his parents. “I guess it just… happened.”

Daniel and Audrey exchanged a look and smiled. “Fortunately,” the father said, putting a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Hartburn saw it that way as well and decided on a quite creative punishment for you. Kathryn thought it was too light and preferred to ground Sharon the old-fashioned way, but we don’t agree with that in your case.”

The son’s eyes lit up a bit in relief, now sure that he wasn’t facing something like expulsion. “What will I have to do?”

“Some community service, if we can put it that way,” Audrey answered, briefly leaning her cheek on her son’s left shoulder. “Until the Homecoming Dance in a month, you’re to help clubs and teams around the school with anything they might need, and you’ll have to join the organization committee for the dance as well.”

The gears in Logan’s mind began spinning madly at that new information. Save some specific people in a few of those clubs, he didn’t have a problem with going to them and helping. He didn’t belong to any clubs himself, so it wouldn’t bite into his time, and could even turn out to be fun. “That… doesn’t sound bad, actually.”

The parents exchanged another look, and this one came accompanied by an expression of uncertainty. “There’s… something else,” Daniel said, stopping before they reached the parking lot, so he could look at his son directly. “This is something your mother and I decided by ourselves.”

Audrey took it over, making Logan turn to her. “While we agree that you’re a teenager, not usually a troublemaker, and sometimes situations can escape your control, we also feel that your approach to girls and love needs some guidance before you turn into your uncle, sweetie.”

Logan raised a confused eyebrow, he kind of knew what they meant, but at the same time the Ravers boy wasn’t aware he was following it that closely. He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed and even a little ashamed that his mother thought of him as a womanizer. “You think I’m a player who goes around leading girls on, Mom?”

“Now, that’s not what your mother said, Logan,” Daniel said, a bit more firmly. “What we’re saying is that, while we’re not expecting you to bring your future wife home this soon, we think you should let things… last a little longer.”

“You’re always going out with different girls in an alarmingly short span of time, Logan,” Audrey added. “Why don’t you give them a bit more time? Who knows, you might find one you really like one of these days.”

“But you’ll never know if you keep going through dates like you’re changing clothes,” Daniel let out a chuckle as he said this. “I’ve seen that with Robert, and while he was younger than you are right now when he found his ‘One’, it was… definitely rough before that and I don’t want that for you.”

Logan let his parents’ advice sink in. If he had to be honest with himself, thoughts of falling in love and finding that incredibly interesting girl had been populating his mind for quite some time now. Possibly since the beginning of the summer, and he had even entertained fantasies of starting his senior year with a girlfriend. He had no true answer as to why that didn’t happen yet, but he suspected it had to do with Sharon. He really liked his old friend and fuck buddy, and supposed that, deep down, he held on to the idea of them eventually becoming a couple. But Sharon was even more into being single than he was, and while she didn’t date as much as him, he knew for sure that she wasn’t ready for a relationship right now. Like his parents said, perhaps it was time to consider other options.

“I think I get what you mean,” he slowly said. “What did you decide?”

“You’ll be grounded the night of the Homecoming Dance and won’t be able to attend it,” Daniel said, and held up his hand to stop his son from interrupting. “Unless…”

“You find someone you really want to be with to ask as your date,” Audrey concluded, trying to convey sympathy in her warm gaze. “No more asking Sharon or one of Heather’s cheerleaders just for the sake of having a date.”

Logan felt his weight giving under him as he leaned back into the outer wall of the school building, near the parking lot. Fucking hell!