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BI High: Book 2 - Hints and Allegations
By High School Sweetheart

BI High: Book 2 is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be
reposted without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
See Chapter One for story codes and synopsis. For best results read
this story in sequence.



Chapter Six


"Hi Chris." Stacy Martin was all smiles and I felt a twinge of
jealousy, even though I knew better.

"Hey, hi Stacy." Chris smiled at her.

"Hi Stacy." I said, just to be nice and she gave me a smile.

We were in the gym for cheerleading practice, which we had every day
after school, but usually outside. The football team was having a
scrimmage though, or something, so they needed the whole field. That
was okay, we'd practice our dancing and that was fun. Chris and
Jeremy, the two boys on the squad, they didn't do any of the dancing,
so they'd just hang out and watch. I bet Stacy was disappointed.

She was the smallest cheerleader in the school, just a little over
five feet tall and thin, but seriously toned because she was into
gymnastics big time. Her tits were too big though, or something, I was
never really into that stuff so I wasn't exactly sure what that had to
do with being a gymnast. She had big ones though, bigger than mine,
and on her little body they looked huge. Stacy was cute too,
seriously, with black hair a little shorter than mine, just past her
shoulders, and really thick and wavy. Her eyes were brown and she had
a pretty upturned nose that she liked to squinch when she smiled.

Since Stacy was so small, she got most of the lifts, like Chris would
pick her up above his head, or she'd stand on Chris and Jeremy's
shoulders, stuff like that. She was good at it and liked to do flips
and things when she dismounted, but it meant she spent a lot of time
with my boyfriend, half of every practice at least, and I didn't like
that. Chris had to touch her too, like on her ass, which according to
him was just about super fine, small and tight and hard...Bleh! 

I was the most beautiful girl and school and there I was feeling
jealous and unhappy, go figure. That's what girls do though, it
doesn't matter what you look like really, it's just a girl thing. I
didn't want Chris grabbing anyone else's butt except mine, it was that
simple. Unfortunately I couldn't do a lot about it except watch. Of
course Chris was always telling me it didn't mean anything, and I
didn't think it did to him, but Stacy...

She was between boyfriends, since her old one had graduated high
school the June previous and left for college in Syracuse a month ago.
Stacy was looking and Chris was the finest boy in school, no doubt,
except possibly for Mark, but you could say the opposite just as easy
and a lot of girls did. Stacy was hot for Chris though, I could see it
in her eyes, hear it in her voice, and worst of all, I could feel it
when she touched him.

"My birthday's this Sunday." Stacy sucked her top lip briefly, looking
up at Chris because he was nice and tall.

"Is it?" Chris smiled. "Cool, happy birthday."

"I'm going to be seventeen." Stacy nodded. "Do you know what I want
for my birthday?"

I rolled my eyes because she was practically purring and I moved
closer to Chris, although we were close already. Close enough so our
bodies were touching as we faced Stacy.

"Uh..." Chris shrugged.

"I want you." Stacy said, pausing just long enough for Chrissy's eyes
to get big. "To come to my birthday party."

"Oh, yeah..." Chris was blushing because he was too modest, and I mean
exactly that. For being as attractive and nice as he was, to be that
shy...Well, I liked it a lot. Stacy did too. It made Chris seriously
cute.

"I think he's busy that day." I smiled at Stacy.

"Well, you're invited too, Stephanie." Stacy smiled back, but we knew
what was going on.

Stacy and I got along okay, but she lived in Clearview for one thing,
which was half an hour away, and she was a junior, a year ahead of me,
for another. So we didn't really know each other except by sight, at
least until I'd become a cheerleader, now we knew each other better,
obviously. Stacy had never been one of my friends, but I didn't have
any enemies either, although that was changing fast.

"Oh, thank you." I said, trying to keep the the sarcasm out of my
voice. She wouldn't invite me to her party in a thousand years, except
to get Chris there, and we both knew it.

"Maybe you can bring Mark along." Stacy suggested. "I wouldn't want
anyone feeling left out."

Ohhhh...I felt my face turning a little red and I think Chris could feel
me getting tense suddenly. She hadn't been talking about Mark feeling
left out, she'd meant me, like if Chris and I went to her party, I'd
be a third wheel sitting all alone. Stacy didn't know Chris very well,
or me, that was for sure, but I was ready to give her a lesson.

"That would be great, Stace." Chris spoke quickly, and I felt his left
hand taking my right and giving me a little squeeze.

"Awesome!" Stacy giggled and she thought she'd got me good.

"All right, cut the chatter...." Ms. Hayden, our coach, was coming into
the gym and it was good timing. Most of the other girls were
speculating about who was going to be the Homecoming Queen on Friday,
which was a big deal for Kelly and Brittany especially. They weren't
talking to each other, even though they were best friends.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I can't believe her." I shook my head in the passenger seat as Chris
drove me home in his mom's car.

"Who?" Chris asked, but only reluctantly because he knew the answer.

"Stacy." I frowned.

"Oh, she's just..." Chris shrugged in the dying light of the sun. "...
Stacy."

"Yeah." I agreed. "She wants you to like her."

"I do like her." Chris smiled and then caught my look. "I know what
you mean, you don't have to be jealous, okay?"

"I'm not..." I sighed. "I am jealous."

"I know you are." Chris nodded.

"Do you want to have sex before we go home?" I asked him, because
maybe Chris did.

"No, I'm not really..."

"I'm not in the mood either." I sighed.

"Look, Steph, people are people are people. I mean, you have guys
talking to you all the time, right? We can't feel bad about it."

"Yeah, but they don't do it right in front of you." I said.

"Yeah, okay, but still...We can't do anything about other people, just
us, right?"

"I know..."

"So as long as we love each other and we don't hide anything, we're
okay."

"...Yeah." I nodded.

"I mean that's what you and Mark told me, right? That's what you guys
always say." Chris was talking softly and I was looking down.

"Are you mad?" I asked him, really wondering because I'd never seen
him angry, so how would I know?

"What?" He almost laughed. "No, why?"

"I mean about anything?"

"I'm not mad at all." Chris was genuinely confused and maybe I was
too. "I'm...I dunno, flattered, I guess. The most popular girl in school
is jealous because some other girl invited me to her birthday party."

"And I'm being a bitch, huh?" I looked up, leaning my head back. "I'm
sorry."

"Nah, if you were a bitch, I'd tell you." Chris said.

"No you wouldn't!" I laughed then.

"I would, I swear." He looked at me and I felt it.

"Mark would." I grinned. "But not you."

"Well..." Chris shrugged. "...I guess I'd tell Mark then."

"Pull over, okay...Up there, at the landing." I pointed and Chris knew
where I was talking about, a little secluded spot just off the county
road.

"I thought you weren't in the mood." Chris smiled.

"I want to suck you." I was already undoing my seat belt, making a
little chime go off like a doorbell.

"Do you want to make love?" Chris asked and I loved the way he always
called it that. Mark called it fucking, but Chris, he mostly called it
making love and I liked it both ways.

"No." I was reaching for his pants, not waiting for him to stop the
car or anything. "I just want to make you feel good, okay?"

"Ummm...." Chris giggled, the way he does and I could feel his cock not
yet hard under the soft nylon of his cheerleading trousers. Neither of
us had changed after practice.

"I wish we could do this at school." I said, mostly to myself as I
unzipped his pants and Chris was making the turn towards some big
bushes and poplar trees where we'd hide.

"You're a good girl."

"I know..." I was reaching inside, finding his briefs tight against his
skin. "...I wish I wasn't though."

"I'm glad you are, Stephy." Chris shifted a little and it was hard
getting his cock loose.

"Really?" I smiled without looking up. "You don't wish we could do
stuff in school sometimes?"

"Well..." Chris laughed. "...Maybe, but I go to school to go to school,
not so we can have sex."

"Heh." I laughed at him. "You're a good boy, huh?"

"No, come on, you know what I mean." He was stopping the car finally.
"I have to be good if I'm going out with you, right?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "Lift your butt now."

We were both in the mood now, just like we always were, and I knew he
wanted me at school, the same way I wanted him. We'd pass each other
in the hallways or whatever and it was there. How important was school
compared to love? That was how I thought about it and just once I
wanted to know what it would be like to be a girl like Angie and not
care. She fucked her boyfriend at school, in a big storage room behind
the stage, which was actually in the gym, since we didn't have a
proper auditorium. 

How would that be, I wondered as Chris worked his pants and underwear
down, sneaking into the storage room and fucking one of my boyfriends,
or better yet, both of them? It wasn't the sex that thrilled me, it
was the risk and I understood that. It was the possibility of getting
caught, of being found out that I wasn't a virgin, I was a slut. The
word, that simple word, it sent a shiver through me and I didn't know
why.

"Mmmm...God Steph...You're so good at that now..." Chris sighed as I lowered
my mouth around his cock, still not fully erect, but getting there
quickly.

I moved slowly, being careful not to bump my head against the steering
wheel. I'd done that before and it was annoying, but Chris was right,
I was getting a lot better at giving him head. Mark too, although I
still couldn't take as much of his big dick as I wanted to. But I
could take all of Chris; I'd been getting a lot of practice since Mark
and I had gotten our new boyfriend.

Chris had a nice cock too, long enough so that it took both of my
hands to cover it, and then only barely, and thick enough so it felt
good inside my pussy. It was curved too, upward like a banana, but not
that much, just enough to make it interesting and I was licking him
all over at first, getting him nice and wet and slippery because I was
going to take Chris into my throat. I knew he liked that a lot and so
did I.

I thought about asking him to talk dirty to me, I really did. Mark did
it, sometimes, but not exactly like I wanted. I was nervous and a
little shy actually, even though I knew better. I could tell my
boyfriends anything, ask them to do anything, and they wouldn't refuse
me. Asking Chris to call me a slut though, or a cocksucker, or a
whore, it made my heart thump in my chest thinking about it, but I
would have been embarrassed. If Chris asked me why I wanted him to say
those things, I didn't know if I could explain it.

It was the only secret I had from him.


end of 06

Chapter Seven


"What are you doing?" I blinked at Mark.

"Mmmphhh?" He looked up at me and swallowed hard. "Pancakes."

"He's hungry, dear." My mom smiled at me. "Sit down, I have a plate
for you right here."

"We're going to be late." I suppressed a giggle and forced myself to
frown.

"Plenty of time." Mark rolled his eyes and then looked at my mom.
"These pancakes are great, Mrs. Avery."

"Thank you, Mark." My mom smiled and he'd just made her day.

We did have a lot of time and I think Mark had just come by my house
early because my mom always cooked a real breakfast. So did Mark's
mom, but he could eat enough for two people anyway. I sat down at the
kitchen table and reached for the syrup and those blueberry pancakes
did smell pretty yummy. My mom sat down with us, just having some
coffee in her old pink bathrobe. She had a new one, but she liked the
old one best.

It suited her too, that robe tied tightly with a sash around her
waist, which wasn't exactly narrow, but my mom wasn't fat either. She
was a good looking woman, even for being up and cooking at six o'clock
on a Tuesday morning like she was, and earlier than that, since she'd
already fed my dad. Her brown hair was brushed back and her blue eyes
were bright, I'd gotten mine from her, and she was just motherly to
me, but I could see how a man would be attracted to her. 

Mark liked her a lot; I knew that, and not just her cooking. They were
being good this morning, but he teased me about it sometimes, like if
my mom was younger, you know...And my mom was just as bad. Telling me
how lucky I was to have a boyfriend like Mark. I really did feel a bit
jealous, or afraid maybe, like she was my mom, you know? I didn't want
to compete with her for my boyfriend's attention, that was just too
weird. But it felt like that, coming downstairs and finding them
smiling together in the kitchen. Yeah, I know, I should have been
happy they got along so good, and I was, mostly.

I just wished they wouldn't tease me about it so much, but I was
probably overly sensitive too.

"What party are we going to Friday night?" I asked Mark once we were
in his truck.

"Kyle's party, right?" Mark looked over at me, like it was my
decision, but I didn't care. If I had my way it would just be me and
my two boyfriends out by the old bridge.

"Okay." I shrugged.

"Why? Do you want to go to a different one?"

"No, just that Sandy was asking me." I sighed. "I think she wants to
go with us."

"Oh yeah?" Mark kind of made a face, but only a little one.

He didn't like Sandy very much. They'd known each other since forever,
like we knew most everyone else, and for whatever reason Sandy just
rubbed him the wrong way. They were okay about it though, it wasn't
like they were enemies, but sometimes I felt pretty stuck in the
middle between my best friend and my boyfriend.

"Yeah, I dunno." I moved closer, because, "Something about blueberry
pancakes..." I giggled and I was rubbing Mark's big bulge. 

"Your mom should make those more often." Mark grinned.

"Yeah right." I laughed. 

"What?" Mark looked all innocent and his cock was swelling now because
I was rubbing it hard for him.

"You already eat more at my house than you do yours." 

"We're going to Chrissy's tonight." Mark reminded me.

"Yeah, I told my mom already." I nodded. "I hope his dad acts normal."

"He's not that bad." Mark shrugged, but maybe he didn't believe that.

"He's always looking at me." I said. "You don't know what it's like."

"That sounds normal to me." Mark grinned at me. "Who wouldn't want to
look at you?"

"You know what I mean." I rolled my eyes. "Are you gonna stop?"

"Over there." My boyfriend nodded and we were close to Miller's
Landing, which was about halfway between my house and the school.

"God, I wish we could do this at school." I said with a sense of deja
vu. I'd been saying that a lot, and now I said it mostly to myself as
I worked to free Mark's heavy cock from his jeans.

I was wearing my cheerleading outfit, the pleated gold skirt that fell
loosely to mid-thigh, and the tight knit top, red with black letters
stretched across my breasts. There was a sweater that went with it,
but it wasn't that cold outside yet. All the cheerleaders were wearing
their outfits all week long, since it was Homecoming week. Chris had
his own uniform too, which was cool, pants and a t-shirt, or a sweater
for when it was chilly.

"Take off your shorts." Mark told me, stopping the truck and turning
it off. We had about twenty minutes, which was plenty of time. I
really wanted to fuck.

"Yeah." I agreed and I hated those cheerleading shorts anyway. 

They wouldn't be bad if they had a decent panel, but they didn't, so I
had a blue thong on underneath, the only one I owned and I'd had to
beg for it, believe me. My mom wasn't huge on thongs, but wearing
regular panties under cheer shorts? Please! Not that my thong covered
a whole lot, but it felt better anyway, plus my boyfriends like it a
lot.

"So you want to do this at school? Mark grinned as he slid over
towards my side of the big bench seat. I didn't think he'd heard that.

"Sometimes." I reddened a little and stuck out my tongue as I lifted
my feet, pulling my shorts down over my Skechers.

"Chris told me the same thing." Mark had his pants down around his
muscular thighs and his cock was huge, like every time I saw it his
penis just seemed bigger somehow. 

"What?" I wanted to do it from behind so I didn't turn around like I
usually did. I just straddled Mark's legs and leaned forward with my
butt above him.

"About you." Mark almost explained as he lifted the back of my skirt
so he could see my pale round ass and my ruddy vulva, split by the
pink cleft of my pussy.

"What did he say?" I licked my lips, just waiting while Mark guided
his cockhead to my hot little hole.

"Just how he whenever he sees you he wants to throw you down and fuck
your...ugh! ...brains out..."

"Ummmm..." I grimaced a little as I felt Mark's cock splitting my sex,
forcing its way inside slowly and it was always a bit uncomfortable at
first.

"Lean forward more...Yeah...I want to see it, Jesus...You're beautiful..."

Mark was speaking slowly, holding my narrow waist in his big strong
hands, trapping my skirt out of the way so he could watch me fuck his
cock, my pussy sliding up and down slowly, taking a little more every
time. I had my head on the dashboard, literally and I giggled softly,
letting myself relax because Mark could hold me easily enough and we
liked it that way.

The feeling of being fucked from behind by a huge hard cock is
fantastic, let me say that before I forget. The other way is good too,
but like that, bent over the way I was, I was gonna cum quick, Mark
too probably cause he always loved watching his dick slide in and out
of me. I could feel the way my pussy would cling to him, I mean my
hole was tight enough so when he was lifting me I could have sworn he
was turning me inside out.

My pussy ached at first, but after two or three minutes all it did was
feel really good and by then we were fucking hard enough so the tip of
his cock was touching bottom. That had really hurt at first, like the
first time we really did it, but that was more than a year ago and now
I wanted it like that. My pussy stretching just for him, trying to
open my cervix so he could get right into my womb. It didn't happen
like that, really, but I imagined it did. I wanted it to. I was so
into that fantastic image that it made me crazy sometimes and as soon
as I felt Mark's penis touching the soft pillow of my cervix, like a
big finger massaging some super special part of me, I was almost
crying.

Seriously.

Chris could make me cry too, but that was because he was so tender and
gentle, with Chris it was making love. Mark could be gentle too, and
plenty tender, but mostly we were seriously fucking. I took him easily
after a few minutes and wet! I was completely soaked inside and most
of that wasn't going anyplace either, except a bit running down Mark's
shaft, but my labia were stretched thin and tight around him and we
would get seriously messy once we were done, I knew that. 

I was humping now, cause my orgasm was coming quick, my second one I
should say. Mark had brought me off quickly just by working himself
all the way in and now he was doing it again, or I was, Mark was just
sitting there mostly, letting me do all the work and enjoying the view
as I rode his dick like a real slut should. That was how I thought of
myself when we did it like that, just ten minutes before school
started, fucking hard in the front seat of Mark's truck. A good girl
wouldn't do that, but I would.

It made me crazy, that's all, and it's my only excuse. Mark's cock
working into my womb was driving me insane and I decided right then
that I was going to fuck Chris. As soon as I got to school, I'd find
him. I'd take him someplace and just bend over and let him fuck me
hard and that would be so cool. I didn't even let him kiss me, except
for that one time, but never since, and today I was going to fuck him.
I'd do it right before my science class so Angie could smell it.
Chrissy's sperm mixed with Marks, running down my thighs. I'd show it
to her and I'd say...

"Oh please!" I gasped and I was cumming so hard I thought I'd pass
out. 

My cunt was on fire, shaking inside like you wouldn't believe,
squeezing Mark's big cock and bringing him off like three seconds
later. He held me tight then, pulling me back against his chest so I
could turn my face, blind with pleasure and gasping for air. We were
kissing, Mark's tongue filling my mouth while his cock was buried
inside my young body to the hilt. His sperm was shooting right into my
uterus, it had to be. He was at least nine inches inside me and I was
only eight inches deep at the very most.

It was an awful lot like meeting God, I figured.


end of 07

Chapter Eight


Of course, I knew I couldn't find Chris and drag him off somewhere and
have more sex. That was just a fantasy, one of my good ones that I
liked to have during sex, for some reason, and it was always a relief
after I came down and back to my senses. It was a little disappointing
too though.

I gave Mark a smile as he went towards his locker and I was going
straight to the bathroom, which is just past my locker. All I was
wearing was my thong, which barely covered anything beneath my short
cheerleading skirt. I hadn't put my cheer shorts back on; I really
didn't need to get those stained! Mark had put a lot of sperm inside
me too. He always had a big load in the mornings it seemed like, well,
anytime really. Mark's balls were like super sperm factories, or
something. Maybe it was all that hard work and exercise he got.
Whatever the reason, Mark shot a lot of cum every single time, and of
course this morning it was way up inside me.

I didn't have a prayer of washing it out, not in the five minutes I
had before homeroom started, mostly I was just going to wad up a bunch
of toilet paper and try and soak that stuff up as it trickled out of
my womb. That would be kind of nasty, and I'd be going to the bathroom
a lot, all morning long probably, but what else was I going to do? I
didn't know, because it wasn't like I was really a slut or anything. I
bet a girl like Angie didn't have that kind of problem, but it wasn't
like I could ask her for some helpful slut tips either.

"What's this?" I said softly to myself.

"Morning Stephanie...Hi Steph...Hey, Steph..." Some people walked by, three
or four guys, seniors and juniors, and they were smiling at me, which
wasn't unusual and I smiled back, saying good morning like a good
girl.

A lot of other kids were around too, mostly other sophomores with
lockers near mine, and all the talk was about who won the Homecoming
Queen contest, naturally. We'd find out in homeroom who won and I was
sort of not looking forward to it, just because either Brittany or
Kelly, my two cheerleading friends, one of them was going to be
seriously disappointed. The other would be really happy, because it
was pretty inconceivable that one of them wouldn't win. Homecoming
Queens were always cheerleaders, or so it seemed, like it was an
unwritten rule. It would probably be Brittany, if I had to bet, cause
she was kind of a bully.

"Hey there." Chris snuck up behind me and just lightly touched my
back.

"Hi Stephanie...Morning Steph..." Two other guys were with him, Jeremy and
Eric. Jeremy was the other boy cheerleader and he was pretty cute with
short blonde hair and greenish blue eyes. 

"Hi guys." I smiled, but I wanted to frown just cause my first
instinct was to tell Chris how much I wanted to fuck him right then,
even if I couldn't. I felt it though, that insane urge.

"What's that?" Chris saw that I was holding a large yellow sticky
note, which I'd just pulled off my locker.

"I dunno." I shrugged. "I just found it...It say, um...Go to the
Principal's office ASAP."

"The principal?" Jeremy grinned at me. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." I frowned.

"ASAP?" Eric was small, kind of a geek kid and president of like 5
clubs, the chess club and science club, stuff like that. He wore
little gold wire rim glasses, but he was okay. Chris liked him and
he'd helped me with geometry last year when I really needed it.

"As soon as possible." I said. "Mr. Sanders likes that stuff." He did
too. He'd spent like 20 years in the marines, and then he got out and
became a principal. I supposed there wasn't much difference probably.

"I guess you better go then." Chris was still touching me, just in the
small of my back and I sort of leaned against him.

"Yeah." I looked up at him. "I'll see you later, kay? Sit with me for
lunch today?"

"Sure." Chris laughed. Like I'd have to ask him twice? Mostly we sat
with our other friends, just because of me and my weird thing about
being innocent.

"God, she is so hot." I heard Eric saying as I walked towards the
school office and I kind of wiggled my butt a little extra, just cause
I knew those three boys were watching. But that just reminded me of
all that sperm sliding slowly down my well-stretched pussy, so I
stopped.

I hadn't been called in to see the principal since I was in fourth
grade, and that had been because I'd lost a school library book. I
never did figure out where that book went and the principal hadn't
been mad, she just wanted to ask me why I couldn't find it, or maybe
scare me into remembering, since a lot of kids suddenly remembered a
lot of stuff when they had to see the principal. But I hadn't. I'd
probably left it on the school bus, since elementary school was all
the way over in Clearview. Some kid had gotten it and kept it, or
maybe the driver, or...

I was thinking about that, sort of, just because I didn't want to
think about how I might be in trouble this time. I mean there was only
one reason, you know, someone might have suspected me and Mark, or me
and Chris, of doing something. But that didn't seem too likely, but
what else was there? I was a good girl. I didn't skip classes, smoke
in the bathrooms, make out with my boyfriends by my locker. I didn't
fight with anyone, I did all my homework, got good grades, went to
cheerleading. The only thing I did that might get me in trouble was
have sex every morning with Mark and every afternoon with Chris...I
didn't want to think about getting caught doing that!

"Good morning, Stephanie!" Mrs. Henderson, the plump pink school
secretary was smiling at me. That was a good sign at least and I
didn't realize how nervous I was until I saw her.

"Hi." I made myself smile brightly, but my tummy was a little tight.
"I uh, I got a note..." I held it up.

"Well, of course you did!" She almost giggled and then I was nervous
all over again.

"Uh..." I cleared my throat and looked at the half dozen other kids who
were in the office with their own problems. Most of them were smiling
at me, but all the kids did that anyway, it didn't mean anything
special.

"You can go right to his office, just knock on the door; Mr. Sanders
is waiting for you." Mrs. Henderson told me, waving her pudgy hand
happily. It was like she knew an extra good joke or something.

"Okay." I hefted my book bag, which wasn't all that heavy, over my
shoulder and walked down the short hall.

I knocked on the door, after checking myself real quickly, and I
really, really wished me and Mark hadn't had sex. I should have just
sucked him off, or maybe given him a hand job while we made out, that
would have been best. Why did we have to fuck that morning? I was
soaked inside and that sperm was coming out, like it had to. I was all
wet with girl goo already and my little hole was seriously stretched!
Mark's cum wasn't gonna stay where it was and it felt good, but not
right then!

It was worse once Mr. Sanders told me to come in, his muffled voice
sounding like a sharp bark through the door. He wasn't alone. Ms.
Hayden was there, my cheerleading coach, and so were three other
teachers. Mr. Hodges, my math teacher. Mrs. Diller, who taught English
to juniors and seniors, and Miss Powell, she was the music teacher. I
was really confused then.

"Ah, Stephanie, good morning." Mr. Sanders was sitting behind his desk
and the other teachers were sitting in the chairs in front of it,
except for Mr. Hodges, since there were only three chairs.

"Good morning, Miss Avery." Mr. Hodges smiled at me. "I have to get to
my classroom. Congratulations." And then he was leaving, because he
had his homeroom to attend to in about two minutes.

"Uh..." I didn't know what to say to that, so I smiled and said good
morning to Mr. Sanders. Mr. Hodges left us and closed the door behind
him.

"Here, sit down, Stephanie." Ms. Hayden was getting up and I wondered
if someone had played a really good practical joke on me or something,
because they were all smiling.

I didn't have much choice, except to sit in the chair while Ms. Hayden
stood near the filing cabinet with her arms crossed. She was dressed
for PE class too, and it was strange seeing her in the principal's
office with her small black shorts and tight white t-shirt and
sneakers. The other two ladies were dressed nice, like teachers do,
and I crossed my legs tightly, of course. I was really hoping I wasn't
going to leave a sticky puddle on the principal's chair.

"Stephanie, as you know, we're the Homecoming Committee." Mr. Sanders
started saying, and I did know that, but it hadn't occurred to me. Off
behind us the bell was ringing for homeroom to start.

"Yes sir." I answered, feeling even more confused.

"Now, yesterday the students voted for their Homecoming Queen and,
well, can you guess who received the most votes?" He was smiling too.

"Heh." I kind of laughed, like a frustrated laugh and held my book bag
tight against my tummy. "Brittany?"

"Nooooo..." Mr. Sanders shook his head and he was a handsome man, short,
but thick, like a rock with a bullet shaped head and a buzz-cut
hairdo. He looked ready to storm a beach someplace.

"Uh...Kelly?" I really did laugh, out of pure nervousness. "I don't
know, sir."

"You did." He nodded and I stared at him.

"I, um...I can't." I sat back, like he'd shoved me. "I wasn't...I'm a
sophomore."

"We know, Stephanie." Mrs. Diller was right next to me and she was
like sixty years old, getting ready to retire in a year or two.

"We have four hundred and twelve students and they all voted." Mr.
Sanders told me. "You received two hundred and eighteen votes..."

"Write-in votes." Miss Powell leaned forward and smiled past the other
teacher. 

She was young, just out of college and a lot of the boys liked her
because she didn't look like a teacher at all. She had cat green eyes
and auburn hair and a serious body. A lot more boys were taking music
electives this year. I was in Miss Powell's afternoon class and mostly
I just played around with the piano, since I was pretty good at that
anyway.

"But..." I didn't know what I was supposed to say to that, or even how I
was supposed to feel.

"Now, normally, we wouldn't count write-in votes for a girl who isn't
eligible." Mr. Sanders was telling me. "But we can't ignore the fact
that you received over fifty percent of the votes."

"You got more than half of them." Ms. Hayden nodded, like I didn't
know what fifty percent meant.

"So, the eligibility rule, well, it isn't really a law or anything."
Mr. Sanders rubbed his nose for a second. "It's more traditional and
really it's up to us, the committee, to determine eligibility and of
course, we want what's best for Bi-High."

Everyone called the school that, and it was a joke, but not a good
one. When we saw a classmate at the mall or whatever we'd say "Bye"
first and the other kid would say "Hi" last, you know. It was dumb,
but that's what we did and I don't know why I was thinking about that
just then.

"We've decided that if more than half the student body wants a tenth
grade girl to be their Homecoming Queen, then we have to support
that." Mr. Sanders continued. "Our job here isn't to dictate the
celebration, but to ensure that our kids have a Homecoming they can be
proud of. A safe, clean, and successful event that draws our students
closer."

"We're especially glad that our Homecoming Queen will be you,
Stephanie." Miss Powell said.

"You're the perfect girl for it." Mrs. Diller nodded and she touched
my bare knee gently. "A Queen who reflects the values of our
community."

"I...I don't know." I blinked and it was all overwhelming me. I didn't
want to be the Homecoming Queen, or more probably I did, but I knew I
couldn't, so I hadn't given it a thought.

"You can refuse." Ms. Hayden told me and I looked at her. "You weren't
running for it and so if you don't want to do it, nobody is going to
force you."

"The next girl..." Mr. Sanders was looking at a paper on his desk. "Is
Kelly Albright, with seventy-four votes, and then Brittany Cole with
seventy-three...They'll be your two hand maidens."

That thought seriously made me cringe inside. I'd gotten more than
twice as many votes as either of my friends! They were going to be the
runners-up, to me? Standing on the float, tossing candy to kids on the
curb during our parade while I sat there on my throne, smiling and
waving? I'd done it before, as I was the reigning Miss Iroquois, for
one thing, and Miss Dairy for another, since I'd won that pageant at
the county fair in July...But this was like a nightmare, sort of.
Brittany and Kelly would kill me!

"And of course you get to pick your consort." Miss Diller almost
giggled because everyone knew I had two boyfriends, but none of them
knew exactly how or why, nor most especially how close I really was
with Mark and Chris.

"We talked about that and, uh..." Mr. Sanders cleared his throat. "If
you want two consorts, well..."

"I can have two?" I had to tell myself to close my mouth. This really
was a dream now.

"Mrs. Henderson gave us some valuable input." Mr. Sanders looked
around at the other teachers and they nodded.

Mrs. Henderson liked Chris a lot, I knew that. Ever since that time
he'd helped me carry those pies to her, well, they were like best
friends. Everyone liked Mark as well, and him being the quarterback
and my boyfriend, I was reasonably sure that had influenced their
decision on allowing me to be the Queen too. But riding on a float,
through the middle of Clearview, which was a real town and where the
parade was going to be, with my two boyfriends standing right there
with me? Wow!

"And..." Mr. Sanders looked at his watch pointedly. "...I hate to say it,
but we need an answer pretty quick, because I'm going to make the
announcement before the end of homeroom."

"I um, well..." I had to think about it for a second, weighing the pros
and cons, of which there were probably more than you might think. 

"Thank you, um, first of all." I said slowly, glancing at all of them.
"It's a real honor and I'm...Kind of scared." 

I laughed while they gave me understanding nods and encouraging
smiles. I blushed too, and looked down at my fingers on top of my book
bag, on top of my crossed legs where Mark's semen was being squeezed
out of me. I was sitting there, leaking sperm and being told I was the
Homecoming Queen because I embodied the good moral character of our
school and community. My conscience was hurting a little, but you know
what? It was turning me on, which was so perverted I wanted to run
away and Jill off in my bathtub.

"But, uh, yeah..." I swallowed hard. "...I'll do it, okay. I mean, yes
sir."

"Good girl!" Mr. Sanders smiled and extended his hand. "We're all so
proud of you, Stephanie."

"You're such a sweet girl..." Mrs. Diller said.

"You'll be a fantastic Queen..." Miss Powell smiled.

"I'll talk to the other girls at practice this afternoon." Ms. Hayden
almost smiled, but she knew I was going to catch it from Brittany and
Kelly. Maybe from some of the other cheerleaders too, since I was just
a tenth grader and junior varsity, and a few girls thought I was a bit
too uppity anyway.

They were all shaking my hand and smiling and I was smiling and my
tummy was doing flip-flops and I wondered when I was going to wake up
because stuff like this didn't happen in real life. Not even to me,
except it seemed like it did an awful lot. Nobody could be as lucky as
I was, could they? That's what I was thinking, and if I thought I was
lucky, some of the other kids thought I was beyond lucky, whatever
that might be. I was envied, I knew that, and there were girls who
were jealous of me, I knew that too, and this wasn't going to help at
all.

I wondered if it was possible for a girl to be so popular that she
became unpopular, because it felt like I was stretching my luck so
hard...Well, you know what happens when you stretch a rubber band too
far. It either breaks, or it snaps back hard and hurts. I didn't want
to hurt anyone, least of all me!


end of 08

Chapter Nine


I missed homeroom, since I had a good reason, but I could have made it
for the announcement if I really wanted to. Instead I opened my locker
and got a birth control pill, before I could forget, and went to the
bathroom. I was sitting in a stall, trying to clean my pinkish raw
gooey pussy when I heard...

"Good morning, Bi High, this is Principal Sanders and it's my pleasure
to announce this year's Homecoming Queen, her hand maidens, and her
consort...s..." He sort of forgot that there were gonna be two of them for
a second and I smiled.

"Our first handmaiden will be Brittany Cole..." He paused. "...The second
handmaiden is Kelly Albright..." Another pause, longer this time because
everyone would be wondering now. "...And the girl you voted our Bi High
Homecoming Queen is...Stephanie Avery!" 

There was another pause and I was laughing, all by myself in the
bathroom like a crazy person, stuffing toilet paper in my messy pussy.
I could hear the muffled sound of kids talking through the wall behind
me, there was a freshman class in there and they were loud.

"...Her consorts will be Mark Westin and Chris Wheelock. So
congratulations to all of you for selecting your Queen and lets give
the Queen and her court a round of applause. Well done."

And that was the end of the announcements and the bell was going to
ring in about three minutes, so I hurried and cleaned myself and
wadded up some toilet paper to plug my pussy with, thinking maybe I
should just buy some tampons sometime. I wondered how well that would
work, since I just used pads when I got my period and that wasn't much
heavier than a big load of Mark's cum inside my pussy. I wondered if I
didn't have some pads down in my gym locker, actually, I'd have to
stick it in my cheer shorts though cause it wasn't like that thong had
a lot of crotch to...

Riiiiing...Homeroom was over.

"Shoot." I frowned, finishing up quickly and pulling up my thong and
digging my shorts out of my bag so I could put those on. 

Of course a bunch of girls came into the bathroom before first class
and so when I came out of the stall I was smiling and blushing and
feeling, I don't know, a little strange. I mean I was a beauty queen,
and being the Homecoming Queen is sorta like that, but I hadn't even
entered the contest, you know? It was so weird!

Everyone I saw was congratulating me and happy for me and all I could
think of was that I had to call my dad. And then I thought I had to
find Mark and Chris, cause wouldn't they be excited! And oh, God, I
was like bouncing because it just really hit me when I saw all the
other students and I went to the school office first, knowing I didn't
have much time before my class started, but probably Mrs. Henderson
would understand and give me a pass and...

"Stephy!" Mark was grinning when I turned around and I didn't care who
was there, I just really needed a hug.

"Did you hear?" I asked and I was hugging my big boyfriend tight,
right in the middle of the hall, and even a teacher wouldn't have
minded right then.

"Hear what?" Mark laughed and I just shut my eyes cause dumb as it
sounds I thought I might cry.

"God, I can't believe it." I said, but I doubted he could understand
me since I was talking to his chest.

"You're the Homecoming Queen." Mark rubbed my back and I knew he
thought that was pretty cool.

"I'm gonna go call my dad." I lifted my head after about a minute and
Mark had to get to his class anyway.

"Your dad?" Mark grinned. "Yeah, you better."

Weird as it sounds, my mom isn't a pageant mom at all. I mean she
supports me and everything and she helps me a lot, but I don't think
it really means all that much to her. Except that it makes me happy of
course, and she's proud, but you know what I mean. My mom's pretty
normal about it, unlike some of those other mothers I've seen. It's
life and death for those women. They're kinda crazy sometimes.

My dad, on the other hand, isn't living or dying on whether or not I
win a beauty pageant, but he is seriously into it. He thinks I'm the
most beautiful, perfect girl in the world, which all fathers should
think of their daughters, of course. He's the one who really gets
excited when I win though, even more than I do. 

I'm not sure why that is, exactly, or what it means, and he tells me
before a pageant starts that if I don't win he's still proud, but I'm
always nervous that I'll disappoint my dad if I don't. The following
spring I'd be entering the Miss Teen New York pageant and that's when
I figured I'd find out what disappointing him would feel like. I
seriously doubted I'd win that one; there'd be like seventy girls, the
most beautiful girls in the state, and I was just me.

Anyway, Mark knew about my dad and he let me go, although I felt like
I wanted the rest of the day off. School? God, how was I ever going to
think about that stuff now? Luckily for me, I managed to avoid
Brittany and Kelly, or more likely they were avoiding me, at least for
the moment. I was dreading seeing those two girls, believe me!

"Hi mom!" I said into the phone and Mrs. Henderson smiled at me and
she was already filling out my hall pass.

"Take your time, dear." The secretary nodded.

"Stephanie? What's wrong?" Mom always assumed the worst, well who
wouldn't? There weren't a lot of good reasons to call home from
school, that was why this was so awesome!

"Nothing at all." I almost giggled. "Is daddy there?"

"Your father? He's out in the pressing shed, why?"

"Okay, um..." I thought about it. "This is a secret, okay? Don't tell
him."

"Tell him what? Stephanie, you'd better explain what..."

"I'm the Homecoming Queen, mom!" I just about shrieked and then I
lowered my voice, blushing and looking away from the people in the
office who looked at me.

"What?"

"I'm the Homecoming Queen, they voted for me! Can you believe it? They
even changed the rules! I'm the Homecoming Queen and I'm gonna ride
the float with Mark and Chris! I get two consorts cause I have two
boyfriends! I'm gonna be the Homecoming Queen, mom!"

"Yeah, slow down. I got that...Uh, well...Okay..."

"Isn't that great, mom?" I was almost laughing.

"It is great, yeah. I'm very proud of you, I just...I didn't know you
were running for..."

"I wasn't!" I did laugh then. "It was just all the other kids writing
my name down, I got like two hundred votes, more than that! Way more
than anyone else!"

"Well, that is something, honey. Congratulations. I guess, huh...We need
to celebrate, um, I'll cook something nice. You can have your friends
over tonight, okay?"

"Yeah, wow, okay and oh, jeeze...I think, do I need a new dress? Hmmm...I
think, I'll have to ask..." My head was spinning. I didn't even know
what I was supposed to wear for the parade!

"I'm sure we can find you a dress, Stephanie." My mom was shaking her
head, I could tell, but smiling too, I thought.

"Ohhhh..." I stopped cold.

"What?"

"We're going to Chris' house tonight for dinner. Remember I told you
about that?" I frowned. I loved Chris, but his parents were like the
last two people on earth I wanted to see on this particular night.

"Oh, right." My mom made a cheek sucking sound. "You could, invite
them over here, I suppose."

It was an offer my mom didn't really want to make, I knew that.
Chrissy's parents had been over once, for a barbecue, and my dad had
slept on the couch that night. Wendy Wheelock, Chris' mom, she was
hazardous to my father's health. Georgie was dangerous to mine.

"No..." I sighed. "We can have a little party tomorrow night, okay? I'll
invite some friends, is that alright mom?"

"Sure, Steph, tomorrow is fine. It even gives me a little more time.
Maybe I can bake a little cake, how about that?" My mom agreed and so
it was settled.

"A cake? Mark will love it. Don't forget though, it's a secret." I
giggled, because not even Chris' parents could keep my spirits down
right then. "I want to see the look on daddy's face when I tell him."

"He's going to be thrilled." My mom laughed too. "I won't say a word."

"I gotta go to class. I love you."

"Love you too, Stephanie. Be good."

"Always!" I made a kissy sound and hung up the phone.


end of 09

Chapter Ten


I spent the rest of the morning thanking people, accepting
congratulations, and generally basking in the warm glow of being
undeniably the most popular girl in high school. It was a bit sobering
though; kind of, I don't know, frightening...I mean, I'd be in a class
with thirty kids and probably half of them had voted for me, more than
half, and they'd had to go out of their way to do it. I hadn't even
been running, or eligible for that matter, but they'd still voted for
me. It carried some responsibility, I thought, but I just didn't know
what.

I finally stopped worrying about it though. Like what was I going to
do, start acting different? Nobody wanted that. So I figured my
responsibility was just to keep being me, if that makes any sort of
sense. I thanked everyone and in my trig class, Mr. Hodges actually
had me make a little speech, which sort of freaked me out. But it was
nice actually, because I stood up and just said thank you and asked
the kids to help me cheer for the football team, and we'd have a
really good Homecoming. It was nothing serious, just talking, but that
seemed okay.

I was really glad I only had to do it once though!

Before my trig class, which was my class just before lunch, I had
science, which was sort of biology combined with chemistry. As I said,
I did a lot of smiling and saying thank you, and tried to make sure I
was still being me, but it was labs again too. At least we weren't
cutting up a frog, just mixing a few chemicals and writing down what
happened, so it was easy. Unfortunately, with Angie Stover for my lab
partner nothing was ever easy.

"The Homecoming Queen, neat-oh!" Angie said, and she was teasing me,
of course, while she was pulling her blonde hair back into a short
pony tail, twisting a rubber band around it.

She'd dyed the edge pink, like the last inch of her blonde hair all
around, or maybe more purple than pink. I guess it was supposed to
look punk or something. Angie was wearing a little t-shirt, a pink one
like her hair, that said "Baby On Board" except she'd used a magic
marker to make a V between 'Baby' and 'On', and had written the word
'NOT!' above that. That was pretty funny, especially since she had a
little pot belly and could have been a few months pregnant if you
didn't know better. It was a cute belly though, just baby fat really,
and she liked showing it off.

"Yeah, it's pretty weird." I smiled and shrugged.

"Old Sanders likes you, huh?" Angie grinned at me, leaning close.

"What?" I didn't get what she meant at first.

"You know..." She leaned really close and we were sitting high on these
stools at the lab bench. "...You have to fuck him? Or just..." 

"What?" I gasped.

Angie was sticking her tongue in her cheek, moving it around while she
pumped her right fist close to her mouth. It was pretty disgusting and
it made me blush after about three seconds of trying to comprehend it.

"Stop that!" I swallowed hard and looked around but most people seemed
to be busy doing their work.

"Hey, I'm just askin'." Angie giggled. "You can tell me, I heard about
beauty pageants and everything."

"Well, you heard wrong." I stared at her.

"Yeah right." She snorted. "You weren't even on the list, so how did
you get elected Homecoming Queen?"

"I don't know." I frowned. "People just voted for me; let's do this
stuff."

"Fuck that stuff, I did it last year, see?"

Angie slid her notebook over and I guess she had done some stuff in
her science class the year before. She had all the results for the
tests we were supposed to do, but I didn't exactly trust the notes of
a girl who'd failed the class.

"We should do it anyway." I said and started reaching for a glass
beaker.

"Whatever." Angie was bored with it. "So, you find out who's fucking
your boyfriends yet?"

"You're so weird Angie." I shook my head, determined to ignore that
talk.

"I heard Mark's got a big dick." She leaned on her elbow, slouched to
the left and watched me. "Like really big."

"Oh yeah?" I didn't look at her.

"Fucking huge, that's what I heard."

"I don't care."

"It's gonna hurt the first time he fucks you."

"Maybe he won't." I shrugged.

"Yeah, probably not, huh?" Angie giggled. "You're the one who's weird,
Steph."

"I'm saving it, so what?"

"It isn't money, it's fun." Angie shifted a little. "You can't save up
fun, that's stupid. All you do is miss out on it."

"Maybe it's special." I glanced at her while I waited for my chemicals
to change color.

"It is special." Angie agreed.

"Then what's wrong with waiting?"

"Cause it can be special now, dopey." She laughed at me.

"What do you care if I have sex or not?" I was writing in my notebook.

"I just wanna know if you're ever gonna fuck Mark or not." Angie said,
like she was talking about the weather.

"What? Why?"

"Cause he's fucking someone and so he'd probably fuck me, if I asked
him real nice." Angie gave me a look. "And if you don't care who he's
fucking, then..."

"What?" I said in a low voice. I didn't like this.

"...I don't want him to be my boyfriend; I ain't gonna steal him or
anything. I just want to see how big his dick is."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm just saying I want to fuck him and I figured I'd tell you before
I did it, you know." Angie was smiling. "So we can still be friends
and stuff."

We were probably pretty lucky that we weren't dissecting something
cause I'd have stabbed her, I think. Or most likely not. It was pretty
tempting to grab that beaker full of blue vinegar and throw it in her
face though. On any other day, I'd have done it. Maybe people believe
that, maybe not since it's hard to imagine me doing something like
that, but I would have, I swear. I had my fingers around it and I
lifted it up a bit, but I was the Homecoming Queen now, and I was
going to start a chemical fight in my science class? Not likely.

Maybe my problem is that I'm not impulsive enough. Any other girl in
the world would have kicked Angie's ass for talking like that. Telling
me she was going to fuck my boyfriend, like she was doing me a favor.
So we could still be friends afterwards. Jesus, you have no idea what
that does to a person until it happens to you. I couldn't even breathe
and I had to close my eyes and put the beaker down and just nod my
head slowly, reminding myself that Angie was just being Angie.

"Well, thanks for telling me." I said, somehow.

"No problem." Angie giggled. "Hey, I can do Chris too, if you want.
He's pretty hot."

I threw the blue vinegar on her stupid pink t-shirt.

"Oops! Oh, shoot..."

"Hey? Bitch!" Angie stared down at herself for a second.

"...I'm so sorry, God! I didn't...I just knocked it over!"

"You threw it on me!" 

Angie was making a lot of noise, me too as you can imagine, and I was
grabbing the roll of paper towels nearby and offering like I was going
to help her get cleaned up.

"...It was an accident, I'm sorry..."

Everyone was looking and a few kids were laughing and everyone
talking, you know. People had to get up and see the disaster and Mr.
Vaughn, our science teacher, he was coming over, and Angie was super
pissed, like she wanted to throw something on me, and I was trying to
give her paper towels.

I did a lot of apologizing, not just to Angie, but to Mr. Vaughn as
well. He was a young thirty something, moved to the county from New
York City with his wife and baby, and a pretty funny guy. I liked him.
He liked me too, which once again shows the value of going out of my
way to be a good girl. Plus it was my special day, and that didn't
hurt, also the fact that Angie was a full blown bad girl, well...I
almost felt bad when it became obvious that her outrageous allegation,
that I'd purposefully thrown dangerous blue vinegar on her brand new
pink t-shirt, were falling on deaf ears.

"Let's try and be more careful in the future, Stephanie." Mr. Vaughn
told me and then looked around the classroom. "Let this be a lesson to
all of us, we're in a science lab people...

"I'll get you for this, cunt." Angie said under her breath and she was
getting her stuff so she could go to the bathroom and try and clean
herself up. 

I was fairly certain her t-shirt was ruined forever now and if nothing
else she'd smell like pickles all day long, and of course everyone
would tell everyone else about how Angie had gotten blue vinegar all
over her, and the big scene she'd made, and ...blah blah blah 

I'd gotten away with it, at least so far as Mr. Vaughn was concerned,
and that was all that mattered. Angie wasn't going to ever be able to
'get me' I didn't think. She had as much chance of getting back at me
as she did of fucking one of my boyfriends, which was none at all, in
my expert opinion. 

That hadn't been the point of it though, since even if Mark did want
to fuck her I probably wouldn't have gotten mad about it, well, maybe
a little. It's nice to say I wouldn't, but probably I would, I don't
know. We did agree though a long time before, that if we wanted sex
with someone else it was okay, so long as we were honest about it. But
I'd only really tested that once, with Sandy's brother, since Mark had
been there when I did Todd. Mark had never tested me though, and the
truth was that I didn't want him to.

Anyway, the point was that nobody should ever talk to me the way Angie
had, and probably she only thought she could get away with it because
I was such a good girl. After Angie left I started thinking maybe I
needed to figure out a way to let people know that just because I was
so nice and good and popular, it didn't mean people could walk all
over me. 

But how does a good girl get a bad reputation? And still be good, I
mean. That was a toughie, but I started thinking I'd better figure it
out.


end of 10

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