Overthrow the Prom Queen Ch. 01

***Obligatory Disclaimer: While this story takes place in a predominantly high school setting, every character is strictly 18 years of age and above.***

"For the final project of this class we will work in groups of two."

A collective groan rippled through the class.

Graduation felt so close yet so far. With only two weeks until senior prom and more importantly, an imminent release from this soulless brick prison, most of the class was already checked out.

"But for this last assignment, I will let you pick your partner." Mrs. McGill smiled devilishly--I could swear the old crazy lady got off on watching the drama unfold.

Immediately an eagerness washed over the class, whispers and glances took over as the well-solidified cliques delicately fragmented into pairs.

I, however, knew my fate was sealed.

My only two close friends in the class just so happened to be deeply in love with each other, I knew very well that Nick and Michelle would not budge. The two weirdos were always all over each other, at first it was cute but in moments like these it was just plain annoying. The two of them gave me an apologetic look while holding hands between the desks, and for just a brief moment, I almost regretted setting them up earlier this year.

Instead, I started counting. With a perfectly even 20 students in the class, I was sure to be matched up with somebody. I'd happily work alone but Louise McGill is a persistent woman and that conversation was not likely to go far.

The four band nerds made two perfect teams so I could rule them out, same with six muscled up football players. Two bullets dodged so far.

I turned my attention to Anna, the likely valedictorian until David pulled up a seat next to her, the likely salutatorian. It would've been nice to work with either of them--I probably wouldn't have to put in much effort--but today wasn't my lucky day.

At last I spotted it. There were only five rich and preppy harbor girls, whoever drew the short straw would be doomed to work with me.

Alexa Belvedere, the reigning queen of Lakeside High, looked down over her subordinates and pondered who would work with who. I hated everything about that group, how beholden they felt to their leader, how strongly they feared social isolation.

Her blonde wavy hair, perfect hourglass figure, luxurious designer clothes, it made sense why all the guys drooled over her and all the women wanted to be her. She was spectacularly flawless--at least she was until she opened her mouth and one realizes that money can't buy brains.

I assume every high school has one of these characters, but something about her just feels so much more egregious than your typical bratty rich girl.

She doesn't just live in a mansion, she lives in the flashiest, gaudiest house in all of Lakeside Harbor. The luxurious harbor that might I add, somehow jigsaws into the same school district as my very drab apartment complex on the north side of town.

The class differences in Lakeside have always been extreme and it's an issue that doesn't get addressed nearly as often as it should. Just the jewelry on Alexa's right hand is worth about six months of our rent. The harbor families only send their kids to public school so they can learn how to look down on people, it's generational snobbery.

It really didn't help that most harbor girls were absolutely gorgeous.

It's not like I'm a bad looking guy or anything. I keep my brown hair short and neatly combed. I'm still underweight despite my efforts to the contrary for nearly all of high school. Mixed in with my slightly tall stature I could be considered a bit lanky, though my hygiene is excellent for a high schooler and my skin is quite nice--I can thank my mom's genetics for that.

However, none of that matters in these walls. Your bank account is your social lifeline, so I'm barely staying above the water. Just the mere thought of making a pass at any of these, again stunning, harbor girls could get me laughed out of a room. It was safe to say that years of this made me just a little jaded, and no--I don't plan on attending prom, especially not as Nick and Michelle's third wheel as much as they keep insisting.

Interrupting my mental tirade, it seemed that Alexa finally finished deciding who got to work with who and which girl would take the inevitable walk of shame over to my side of the room. Yet this result was certainly not anticipated.

Katie Dupree got up from her desk with disappointment in her eyes and a forced smile, leaving her clique behind for the aloof drifter in the corner seat.

She had to be one of the last people I expected to join me, only before Alexa herself.

Katie is Alexa's best friend and the two have been inseparable as long as I have known (of) them. Social media shows them eating out together at Michelin star restaurants, shopping on Madison Avenue, spending summer days in their bikinis on the Belvedere yacht, images of the latter in which I enjoy the most.

She has the perfect, petite 5'7" frame that she pulls off with ease. Flawless porcelain skin and dark blonde hair that warmed nicely now that summer was on the horizon. She rocked a modest yet cute outfit today, a loose-fitting grey top that hung off the shoulder with black leggings that left nothing to the imagination as to her perky ass. She isn't very curvy, but she rocks her delicate proportions with confidence--a model-like aura as though she'll be on the cover of Vogue tomorrow.

Yet something about today just wasn't right. For starters, the notion that Alexa would throw her most loyal follower under the bus was previously unthinkable--not to mention that Katie's usual snobby facade seemed to have faded away into something rather meek and somber.

She greeted me with a sigh. I couldn't help but smirk.

"Draw the short straw?"

"No." She replied bluntly. "I chose to leave."

Ordinarily I'd assume this to be on-brand indignant sarcasm, but she actually seemed serious.

"You chose to work with me over Alexa? Why do I find that hard to believe?"

"I'm just... burned out. Okay? Is it really that unbelievable that I'd rather work with someone else?"

"Yea... it kinda is."

She huffed in frustration, opening up her laptop and diverting her attention to the assignment at hand.

I hesitated for a moment but decided not to push her buttons, she seemed genuinely upset by something and it was far from my place to pry.

For the first few minutes or so we worked in silence, each of us tackling a different half of the assignment. This wasn't unusual. Too much small talk would disrupt the social pecking order, and we can't have that--it's rules unwritten yet collectively understood, I don't take things like that personally.

We pushed through a good chunk of the work until a faint whispering sound followed by an eruption of giggling from the back corner caught my ear. Normally I wouldn't think anything of it, except for the fact that I heard my name, and Katie's too. The rest was just barely unintelligible.

I turned my head, the rickety desk squeaking just slightly. Over in the back corner Alexa and her remaining three cohorts were staring right back at us with wicked smiles, something was evidently very funny.

For a moment I locked eyes with the tyrant, which had only happened to me a handful of times before. Her sheer pridefulness and ego emanated so strongly it made you want to fuck her just to take her down a peg--among a myriad of other simpler reasons. Two big ones were deliciously tucked away in her low-cut tank top.

"Don't give her any attention." Katie whispered, snapping me from my trance as her gaze remained fixated to her laptop screen.

"I thought you two were supposed to be friendly, did something happen?"

"Do we look friendly?"

She broke her gaze and fixed it to mine, even vexed she looked stunning.

Interrupting our chat, Mrs. McGill whirred over with her eyebrows raised. She had been making her rounds and seemed to be looking forward to this one.

"Connor and Katie, my what an interesting pairing. A seemingly talkative one too."

She raised her eyebrows yet again. The old lady was blind to Katie's exasperation and the obvious lack of actual chemistry--or she just liked to stir the pot.

"I just wanted to work with someone different and get to know my fellow classmate." I jumped in, trying to spare my new partner from the awkwardness.

"Splendid!" McGill grinned ear to ear, eyeing me closely. "It seems you've really come out of your shell. Perhaps I'll see the two of you at prom together?"

Her gaze turned to Katie, who didn't even acknowledge the suggestion. Probably the best possible outcome for me, as I was half expecting her to gag at the thought.

The old bat winked enthusiastically and dismissed herself before things got anymore awkward.

With another long silence endured there wasn't much time left in the class. We could easily finish up the project later today, ideally just after classes. I closed my laptop and began packing my things.

"Wanna hit the library after school? I'm thinking we could probably get this done in an hour or so, won't have to worry about it later."

"Sure, I think I'll be around. I'll text you." She still sounded monotone and mopey.

"Are you sure? I don't think you have my number, or my anything for that matter."

"Oh... right."

She was grumpy and in a hurry, I really didn't want to keep her held up here but the longer we waited to do this the harder it'd be to get ahold of her again.

"Here."

She practically shoved the phone in my face. As expected it was the newest model, adorned in a sparkly rubber case.

I jotted down her number as quickly as I could, typing out a quick text to make sure it worked before seeing her off. I spotted Mrs. McGill excitedly watching us out of the corner of my eye as we exited the classroom.

"See ya." She nodded and practically disappeared into the crowded hallway.

I paused for a moment to steal another glance at her cute butt before it vanished from my view entirely. If you looked close enough you could see her panty line, but I had to be careful not to get caught staring. Placing the mental image into the spank bank I headed off the other way.

*

The rest of my day was rather unproductive. In nearly every class I wound up fantasizing about undressing my classmate, her lithe figure seemingly always at the forefront of my mind.

Key word here being "fantasy" as I had about equal chances seeing Katie Dupree in her birthday suit as I did a unicorn.

I wandered down to the library as the last bell rang, part of me felt like bailing simply so I could go home early and blow off some steam. Yet I knew if I didn't get this stupid work done today, I'd be kicking myself for it later.

Popping my head into the library I walked towards the back and snagged an open table, opting for a seat in view of the door so I'd see her when she came in.

I really didn't feel like texting her.

Texting implies a certain level of friendship, flirtatiousness, or overall giving-a-shit that I would never want to convey in the slightest. The last thing I need in my final two weeks of classes would be even the slightest perceived notion that I have feelings for any harbor girl, let alone Katie. Rumors tear through these halls like wildfires and I was really hoping not to become a punchline. It's a narrative I've sadly seen all too many times when nobodies like me start to dream too big.

In my own personal experience, disengaging and disassociating from the popular cliques is the best strategy--leaving them no enviousness to feed off of. Treating them with the same indifference and returning the see-through-you stare is a surefire way to stay off their radar and just maybe, gain the tiniest bit of their respect.

Not that I care about being respected by a bunch of trust-fund babies for whom college will be a four-year paid vacation from mommy and daddy before they inherit whatever family business or generational wealth that was destined unto them at birth.

Okay maybe "a little jaded" was an earlier understatement.

But seriously, speaking of trust-fund babies, where the hell is Katie?

As if she could hear my thoughts (and thankfully she can't) my phone buzzed right on cue.

Katie: can't do library today

Of fucking-course she was bailing.

Me: Why not? I'm already here.

Katie: left school erly

Katie: can we just do my place

The very last place I wanted to be right now was Lakeside Harbor. I've only ever been once or twice, but it doesn't get any less sickening to drive through that maze of gaudy mansions and flashy cars. They were notoriously suspicious of outsiders--one look and they'd know that me, nor my 2002 Toyota Camry, belonged in there.

Before I could really weigh my options, an eerie feeling washed over me. I was beginning to get a sneaking suspicion I was being watched, and for me that was almost never a good thing.

Setting my phone down and peering up I spotted it, two of Alexa's minions gathered at a corner table.

They batted their eyes between me and the door with a strange anticipation, exchanging some evil whispers while maintaining their impish stares. I looked away, remembering what Katie said earlier--as much as it pained me, she was right. Wasn't worth making a scene over some drama that I was much too far removed from to care anyway.

But clearly something was going on, as strange as it was for Katie to leave school early, she must've felt like she had a good reason to do so. I sighed, glancing back around at the cabal of bitchery before making my way out of the library--mentally preparing for the evening ahead.

Me: Fine. What's your address?

With my head hung low I left through the side doors, taking a shortcut to the parking lot. In the best-case scenario, we could knock this assignment out in an hour or two and I'd be home for dinner.

The thought of being in Katie Dupree's house just seemed--for lack of a better word--uncomfortable and I'd prefer to make my stay as brief as possible. She was taking a risk just having someone like me even graced by the presence of her mansion, a known staple of the house party scene. It was a place I wasn't meant to see, and up to this point I was content with not seeing it either.

Katie: 362 Utopia Terrace

Katie: thx!

Ugh. Even their street names are condescending.

*

My drive over to Lakeside Harbor was not an eventful one--at least until I reached the gate. The 500-acre labyrinth of fuck-you money was surrounded on all sides by large and dense hedgerows, save the coastline, barring it from view of the peasants unless one dared to venture the lion's den head-on.

Naturally, this resulted in very few entrances and exits. No one was ever passing through by chance unless totally and utterly lost, and even then, you'd probably opt to stay on the well-lit main roads than attempt to navigate these winding dark streets.

This is done on purpose of course; unfriendly urban design is no stranger to this area. Separating the rich from poor is the way of life here and all but certain to keep the ghost of Robert Moses happy--as if he isn't already rotting in hell.

As I drove between the tall hedges I was met with a (more) unfamiliar sight. A small booth awaited me just to the left that connected to a barrier gate, currently blocking my path forward.

This was new since the last time I had been here, an older gentlemen in a yellow vest departed the booth and approached my driver side window.

"You lost?" He half grinned, taking a good look at my utter shit-box of a car.

"No... I have business here."

"That so? And where might this business be taking place?"

I fumbled around for my phone to read out the address. He continued sporting a self-satisfied smile, as though he was playing along with the delusions of a small child.

"362 Utopia Terrace. I'm here to see Katie Dupree."

He furled his brow and stared sharply, his gaze attempting to read my soul.

"Really now?... Does she want to see you?"

My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

"It's a group project." I huffed. "Trust me I wouldn't be here otherwise, and I certainly won't be staying long."

He paused another moment before nodding, seemingly satisfied with my frustrated answer. He turned back towards the booth and pressed a button, lifting the gate.

Mrs. McGill's onslaught of eyebrow raising was sorely missed in that moment.

The rest of the trip would have been impossible without my GPS. I focused pretty much entirely on the road in front of me, careful to avoid staring at the ritzy palaces the local aristocracy call home. The largest of these decadent structures looked about as big as my entire apartment complex.

After a few sharp angled twists and turns, I was finally getting closer to my destination. The water was just starting to peek into view, yet it was quickly blocked by the plethora of boats and the occasional yacht.

I was deep in the harbor; it had a way of making my relatively small neighborhood feel like a whole other world. My usually keen sense of direction was completely mangled, having to retrace my steps out of here would be a nightmare should my navigation decide to fail me.

Finally, my phone buzzed, indicating my arrival.

Nestled between two large oak trees was easily the biggest house I'd likely ever step into. A sprawling, verdant array of plants did their best to mask the true scale of the fortress-sized home that stood before me. A beautiful arrangement of patio tile formed a large semi-circle path in front of the house in what I assumed to be the driveway--though Katie's brand new, pure white, G-Wagen parked outside was likely the only reason I could figure that out.

The Duprees were an elegant and classy people, a theme not at all lost on where they decided to call home. Multiple large windows adorned both sides of the limestone exterior, matching terraces rendered it perfectly symmetrical save the attached double garage.

Objectively, it was an architectural work of beauty that anyone could appreciate. Right now, it was making my skin crawl.

I debated turning around, faking the flu, or simply driving straight into the water and calling it a day.

Gathering myself I braved the front steps, facing a bulky dark door. I went for the doorbell; the classic church tower melody hummed loudly throughout the home.

Katie had changed her outfit from earlier that day. Her hair looked darker, and it was braided above each shoulder--visibly wet and smelling faintly of berry.

She donned a soft, oversize grey sweatshirt that was branded with a blue LHS insignia on the front and Dupree on the back, just over her butt. Not that I was already looking, all the cheerleaders have matching ones. Below the waist she sported navy leggings and fuzzy pink socks.

She was fucking adorable.

"Hey." She smiled softly. "Thanks for coming, I've... had a long day."

"I had a feeling."

I returned the polite smile, still unwilling to pry as I followed inside.

The interior was as grandiose as one could reasonably expect; high ceilings, plenty of natural light, not to mention the shimmering crystal chandelier that hung above me. A large marble staircase padded with a bright red carpet was easily the most eye-catching feature--apart from the incredibly beautiful 18-year-old herself.

I tried not to seem so out of place, yet my curious eyes betrayed me.

"I have a place set up for us in the kitchen."

She spoke gently as I followed her through the first room, passing by a theatre sized television and an even larger sectional couch on the opposite side.

The kitchen was decked out with pristine marble counters, a large island, white cabinets with gold accents. She guided me to a glass table just beside the kitchen, overlooking the sprawling back yard that opened up into an incredible view of Lakeside Harbor. She was already set up with her laptop and a few notebooks.

"Can I get you anything? Water, coffee?"

"Uh no thank you." I smiled and took my seat.

Just breathing in a home as nice as this felt like pushing. She was only asking to be polite anyway.

The next hour or two went by just the same as it did this morning, zero chit chat unless absolutely pertinent for the project. It was awkward, of course it was, but given the parties involved it was the only option. The silence was comfortable, at least for me, rather than pretending the two of us have any semblance of a friendship.

While we worked, I couldn't help but steal an occasional glance--very careful not to do it too often. For some reason she looked so much more appealing in her comfy outfit than when she was all dressed up at school. No makeup or designer clothes.

It felt like another thing I wasn't supposed to see.

After well over an hour of this, the project was beginning to wind down and I was adding finishing touches to the slideshow. We still needed to cite our sources and wrap up the formatting, but everything had really come together.

*CLANG*

A staggeringly loud chiming sound nearly made me jump out of my seat. It was a pretty tune; however, it completely fractured the long-standing silence and stole my breath away for a moment or two. It didn't help that I was already on edge and admittedly, I do scare easily.

"Ha!" Katie chortled at me, her guffaw nearly sending her out of the seat herself. She was even cuter when she laughed, especially when it sounded so genuine.

"What the hell was that?" I looked at her exasperated while she collected herself.

"The grandfather clock." She giggled. "It's just behind you in the other room."

I got up slightly from my chair and peered around the corner. It was bold, elegant, and most notably, directly behind where I was sitting. Somehow, I had missed it on my way in.

"It rings every day at 6." She answered my question before I could ask. "Usually, it doesn't sound that loud but it's very quiet here today."

"I see." I paused, admiring its ornate features. "It has been very quiet... I meant to ask if we could be expecting your parents anytime soon--I am a new guest in their home after all."

Half of my nerves came from the unwanted scenario in which I'd have to face the patriarch of the Duprees himself. I was hoping to be gone long before anyone's arrival.

"Not today." She smiled. "They're off college touring with my sister."

I nodded. "That seems to have worked out for us then, maybe even better than the library."

Katie's face contorted a bit at the mention of the library.

"Not that it really matters to you, but did you see any of my friends there?"

"Yea, I did. I think it was Reagan and Sophie, they were definitely watching the door and whispering things."

"Ugh, bitches!" Katie grumbled.

She bit her thumb and stared frustratedly into her computer screen.

Fine. I'll bite.

"Not that it's remotely my business but is everything alright?"

She thought for a second.

"No... honestly, it's not. I am so fucking fed up with this stupid drama. Alexa is being a total bitch and it's not even my fault!"

I stayed quiet and raised an eyebrow, inviting her to continue if she wanted.

"Okay so, I've had a crush on this guy for years, y'know Jack? Jack Richards."

"Yea, I think I have a class with him." I nodded.

He used to bully me in middle school, but I decided to omit that unfortunate detail.

"So, I've been like really into him for like a year now, and just a few months ago we'd been talking. I thought it was going really well, maybe even thinking he'd ask me to prom."

"Mhm."

"Apparently it wasn't because Alexa and Jack are now an item. She stole him without even talking to me about it! Eight years of being her best friend and this is how she treats me!"

"Did she also like him? That's a tough situation."

"No! That's the screwed-up part! She just wants someone pretty to be her prom king. She told me herself she's barely interested in him."

"So then why is everyone harassing you? Sounds like you've only been a victim."

"Everyone's upset with me because I quote 'refuse to let it go'. But why the hell should I? Why does she get to pick to first?" Katie huffed.

"Was there really no one else for her to go with? I hate to say it, but it seems intentional."

"Well in all fairness, the Lakeside men that conveniently fall within the datable range are few and far between--no offense."

"None taken." I grinned.

"But I'm not crazy right? Doesn't it feel intentional? Nobody will take my side." She grumbled.

"No one? Like not one person?"

It genuinely baffled me, but it seems I'd only twisted the knife.

"Haven't you seen? Alexa's sicced the entire friend group onto me, just for speaking my mind. Everyone would rather take my spot than be nice to me." She sulked, her face collapsing into her hands.

I gave her a moment. This was starting to sound less like passing drama and more like a sinister betrayal. I didn't have the heart to tell her that this was perfectly within her best friend's playbook; Alexa's reputation outside of her clique as an icy, cutthroat bitch was well understood by everyone else.

Normally I'd take delight in seeing a harbor girl learning first-hand how their hierarchy can hurt people. But she just looked so crestfallen. No one deserved to feel like this. Not even Katie Dupree.

"So... what are you gonna do about it?"

Her teary eyes looked back at me as though I spoke another language, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

"I'm gonna apologize? I don't really have another choice. That's the only way out of this."

"Apologize? For being rightly upset with how they've treated you? That's bullshit."

"What else can I do? End my social life? Burn all my bridges? Over some stupid boy drama?"

"It's not stupid boy drama, its blatant disrespect. I understand not wanting blow things out of proportion, but you should stand up for yourself."

She paused. For a second it looked like the gears were turning.

"You just wouldn't get it." She sighed dismissively.

That irked me, perhaps more than it really should have.

"Of course I get it--it's called self-respect. I don't let anyone else tell me what to do, what to wear, how to think--"

"And look where it's gotten you! You walk around thinking you're above it all, like you're better than everyone else. Maybe if you tried to fit in a little bit people would actually like you!"

"Oh come on, that's low."

"You don't get it because you're not a part of it. So don't judge me, don't try to understand it, and don't insert your beliefs onto it. I'm sorry but it's just the way things are."

All I could muster was a sigh.

It was foolish of me to think Katie Dupree of all people would see things the way I do. I felt like I was close to a breakthrough, but we were simply never going to see eye to eye on some things.

Her words lingered with me though. I'm not antisocial, I just refuse to conform to anybody else's standards. That whole group can't fathom having an original thought.

Either way, it's not my job to rescue her from her own toxic friendships. If this is what she wants then so be it.

"You're right, sorry. It's clearly not my place." I sighed once more, happily taking the higher road and staring back into my computer monitor.

A suffocating silence once again enveloped the house.

This is the way things are supposed to be. Trying to change that would be futile.

The next 10 minutes went by as silently as the first two hours did. We both wanted this to end as soon as possible, pushing through quickly while still complying with Mrs. McGill's strict requirements.

In just a few minutes I'd be able to pack up my stuff and get out of here. We'd only have to see each other one more time to present the project and this cruel joke of a partnership would finally be over for good.

But that wouldn't make for very good smut. I promise we're getting to the good part.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

Another noise cut loudly through the quiet home, yet unlike before this one seemed to have startled both me and Katie.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

An energetic and desperate knocking sound had both sets of our blue eyes fixed towards the front door; her palms nervously gripped the edge of the table.

Someone else was here.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

"I'm gonna go see who it is." Katie got up from her seat.

"I'll go with you." I sat up as well, letting her lead the way. There was a mutual seriousness in our gazes, she seemed fairly spooked.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

Retracing our path from earlier Katie cautiously approached the door as I followed closely behind, beyond the kitchen and through to the TV room.

I still couldn't stop myself from glancing at her figure. Even in a crisis her tight ass had me completely distracted.

"Kaaaatieee?" A ghostly voice wailed from behind the door.

This didn't deter my partner at all, in fact it seemed to dispel her fears entirely. She went straight for the handle, swinging it open to greet the ominous presence that awaited us.

"Katie!" An exasperated brunette girl cried out with her head hung low.

She practically fell into the house and nearly dragged Katie to the ground with her in what was probably supposed to be a hug. She was a sobbing, teary eyed mess; Katie did her best to bring the girl back to her feet which was no easy task for someone of her small stature.

I recognized the mystery girl almost immediately; I knew there was no present danger. Getting herself up off the floor was Jolie Goldberg, another close confidant of Alexa's and a long tenured member of the harbor-girl clique.

Jolie was an interesting edge case in the grand scheme of Lakeside lore. We actually used to be friendly in elementary school since we waited at the same bus stop--her modest family home isn't too far from my building.

But those days were long over.

"Joles! Hey, look at me! What's wrong?!" Katie wrapped her arms tightly around her friend.

Just about all I could do was stand around awkwardly. I had absolutely no desire to linger here any longer but brushing past this emotional roadblock in the doorway was a little too callous, even for my standards.

Jolie could barely get a word out, she just cried into Katie's shoulder, sniffling and mumbling something unintelligible. She was wearing the same cheer sweatshirt as Katie and black leggings below the waist, her large-framed glasses were wet with tears--no longer on her face and clutched aside in her hand.

I moved away and let them have some space, heading back for the kitchen table to pack my things. It was the least awkward thing to do besides turn completely invisible. I didn't mean to pry, but I could still hear their conversation quite clearly.

"Talk to me girl, what's going on with you?"

"Logan and I... are over." Jolie sulked in reply.

That was surprising. They'd been together for over a year.

"What?? Are you serious?" Katie wrapped her arms even tighter. "Oh honey, what happened to you guys?"

"Alexa happened... she got him drunk at that party... and then she..."

My head swiveled towards Katie upon hearing that treacherous name. She stared right back over Jolie's shoulder, lips pursed, while the weeping girl could barely contain her waterworks.

I hoped she was starting to think twice about apologizing. Not that it mattered to me but screwing over not one, but two of your closest friends is blatantly unforgivable behavior.

"Shhh shhh..." Katie sighed, gently patting her back.

She walked her over to the couch, wrapping her friend up in a warm blanket.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Katie smiled and headed back towards me in the kitchen.

With my stuff all packed up I was just about ready to make my exit and was glad I didn't have to awkwardly sneak out.

However she seemed to have other plans, ignoring me and going straight for a

notepad. She jotted a few quick things down and reached for her wallet. I tried to get the ball rolling.

"I'm gonna head home and leave you guys to it... I think we're pretty much done with the project anyway so..."

"Are you sure? I was hoping you'd be able to do me a favor." She quickly turned around, batting her eyelashes at me.

She handed me the written note and two hundred dollars in cash, all while flashing that beautiful smile of hers.

It was a shopping list.

Two cartons of orange juice, a pint of vanilla ice cream, and an order of Chinese take-out so large it could probably feed a whole village.

"Oh come on, I'm not an errand boy."

"I never said you were. That meal includes your dinner too; I figured you might be hungry."

I just looked back at her confused. She continued on, ever so slightly lowering her voice.

"You better not leave me to this all by myself. Post break-up care is seriously important around here and as you can see, we're a little short staffed right now."

She smiled but raised her eyebrows this time, a little more urgently.

"Um... okay... fine." I sighed, answering her before I really had time to think about what I was actually agreeing to.

"Great!" She beamed, already walking me out of the kitchen past a sniffling Jolie.

Was Katie Dupree asking me to hang out with her?

"You can keep the change by the way." She smiled, opening the door.

All I could muster was a dumb nod as I walked over to my car, my head was spinning.

"Thank you, Connor!" She hollered from the porch steps with a lilt and closed the door.

What the fuck just happened?

...

I must've spent the first two minutes in my car just staring at the shopping list and checking my pulse.

Katie Dupree wants to hang out with me?

I must be mistaken. Harbor girls are known for this kind of trickery, hidden agendas are their M. O. The only logical explanation here is that I'm being used in some kind of way.

Yet those two hefty bills just kept staring back at me.

I doubted I was ever going to spend $200 on a couple groceries and dinner, I'd be lucky to even use half of that. She's either blissfully unaware of what things actually cost or just really grateful.

The money probably isn't much to her, but she's clearly placed her trust in me to a certain extent. I could easily just drive off with her money and outsmart her little game. Who could really stop me?

Myself perhaps, since when I hit the gas there was no doubt in mind that I'd be returning shortly with hot food in my passenger seat.

I pondered this choice through my entire drive, nearly missing a few turns from being so lost in my own head. My car had been unusually silent, unconsciously forgoing the radio.

I nearly forgot that Jolie would be there too. Katie Dupree was crazy enough but Jolie Goldberg too? Out of my element didn't even begin to describe the feeling.

Though debatably Alexa's third in command, just behind Katie, I detested her just slightly less than the rest of her group. Sure she hung around with Alexa's crew and enforced the status quo with an iron fist like the rest of them--but she wasn't even technically a harbor girl at all.

Like I said, Jolie lives quite close to me. She's from the "poor" side of town where the rest of the untouchables call home. Growing up I never would've pegged her for the pretty, popular, and snobby type. She used to be quite shy and debatably nerdy.

All that changed when we got to high school. Seeing an opportunity to climb the ranks, she acted quickly--befriending all the right people and amassing invites to all of the exclusive parties. She fell quietly out of favor with her old geeky friends, but still doesn't seem to care. It was an impressively smooth rebrand.

Oh, and she's the dictionary definition of a glow-up. That part helps a lot.

While never quite as slender or glamourous as her affluent comrades, Jolie was easily one of the most attractive girls in the grade--though that opinion would probably be contested by some, I strongly stand by it.

As you all know by now, I love asses--of all shapes and sizes--but big fat butts will always rule the world, it's a simple fact that all red-blooded men know. And when it comes to those perfect juicy asses, Jolie's booty takes the cake.

Pun intended.

I probably share half of my schedule with Jolie, and in nearly every class I can only hope to get in a good glimpse of her flawlessly fat dump truck. She wears the same brand of tight leggings almost every day, drawing my eyes straight to those curvy cheeks that bounce with every stride. Whether it's a black pair, a navy pair, or those white ones with a splash of sky-blue she wears on school spirit days. I'd wager that I'm silently its single biggest fan.

Every time I see it, I wish more and more my face was her desk chair.

Can you tell I've got some pent-up sexual energy?

Even so, there's still lots to love about Jolie if you're not a crazy booty lover like me. Her chestnut hair barely reaches her shoulders, roundly framing her adorable dimply smile. She often skips out on her thick-framed glasses nowadays, but it only adds to her cuteness when she finally wears them again.

She's short short, probably only about 5'2" and that's being generous. Although I kinda like her more compact form, for lack of a better term. She sports a modest and cute chest, though most of her body fat seems to favor itself around her hips instead. I suspect that inwardly she might feel a little heavy by comparison to her soon-to-be model friends, but it's what makes her so perfect to me.

She isn't meant for the cover of Vogue, she's the girl next door. Or in this case, the girl down the block.

That's what surprises me all the more that she's found a home within the top echelons of popularity.

Don't get me wrong, I'm honestly happy to see just one of us peasants standing among the popular crowd. But it will always feel just a little strange to me. She doesn't nearly sport the wealth that her friends do, she's certainly not as conventionally attractive, and she's a well-established head-honcho of the harbor without even living there.

It's almost like she's got something figured out that the rest of us are lost on.

I felt a little bad lusting over her like this while she's clearly going through it, though I suspect her presence in addition to Katie Dupree's was half the reason that their piping hot dinner was now sitting in my passenger seat.

She really seemed to have her heart broken, and Alexa's involvement was not a good sign at all. I didn't have the full story yet, but that tool boyfriend of hers must've been a goddamn idiot to let a girl like that slip away.

Hang on--what the hell am I thinking? Getting all defensive for the harbor girls? They aren't my actual friends, anything that happens tonight is a completely circumstantial and temporary arrangement.

Do I honest-to-god think that there's even a sliver of a chance one of them might find me attractive? No, absolutely not. I'm not stupid.

I certainly find them attractive, but that's only going to frustrate me in the end. Why am I still committing to this? I don't know, and I probably should've just gone home earlier. Or turn around now and cut my losses.

But I didn't.

Fueled purely by an illogical desire for borderline delusional sexual fantasies, I continued on towards the harbor in what I concluded to be my sole reason for doing so.

*

"That was fast, thank you!" Katie smiled.

She helped me organize the various take-out trays. Jolie was in the expansive TV room, watching some probably awful show just to get her mind off of things. The view from beyond the screen door flaunted a pinkish orange sunset, reflecting beautifully on the still water of the harbor.

"Yea, I'm starting to learn my way around a bit. Also helps that I didn't get harassed at the front gate this time around."

"Ah so you've met Ed." Katie smiled knowingly. "He may be a pain in the ass, but he means well. He knows my family's away this week."

"Ah I see." I nodded. "We probably just got off on the wrong foot then."

"Oh I can only imagine."

I began to empty the grocery bags, putting the ice cream in the freezer while Katie plated our dinner onto a large serving dish.

"So uh... big fan of orange juice huh?" I placed the two containers on the table, wondering why the hell anyone would want to drink this with a salty-ass dinner.

"Not necessarily..." She grinned playfully, reaching down for a cabinet below the kitchen island.

Two bottles of super-premium vodka hit the table. She smiled mischievously and raised an eyebrow.

"The question is... are you a big fan of screwdrivers?"

"Uh... honestly I can't say I've ever tried one."

Hanging out with harbor girls was crazy enough, but now we were getting drunk? Fuck this was getting weird.

"Guess you'll have to give mine a try." She grabbed three flutes from the cabinet.

I don't have much experience with alcohol, it comes with the territory of avoiding the party scene like the plague. My friends and I occasionally dabble, but our hangouts look like bible studies compared to the usual shit that goes down here.

"Anyone'll tell you I make them the best. I know how to get the ratio just right."

She began to pour. I'm no mixologist but the ratio in question looked closer to a 50/50 split than any precise measuring.

Bringing the wide-rimmed glass to her face, she cutely pouted her supple lips as she went in for a sip.

"Oh yea, that's perfect. Give it a try! Tell me what you think!"

I raised the glass with some visible hesitation but persevered.

"Too strong? I can tone it down if you need."

"No... no. That's--that's perfect."

Caustic, more like. It went down about as smooth as a glass of jet fuel.

"Great! Let's get this stuff out there!" She beamed proudly.

Honestly, I could probably use the strong drink, just to ease out the nerves and get through the evening. Clearly, I've felt a little too on edge and rather pent up these past couple of hours.

Katie and I began to set the food and drinks down onto the coffee table, each fitting in together on the sectional. Jolie lied across the short side, wrapped up in a couple blankets, while Katie sat in the middle and I took the other end. Though it was a large couch, we were still a little cozy--much more intimate than I ever though this night would get.

"I've got just the thing for you, babe." Katie offered Jolie a drink, who latched onto the glass eagerly with two hands.

She managed to get herself together a bit since her arrival, once again sporting her large specs. She was clearly still shaken up though.

"Oh I really needed this." She smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Katie, and you too Connor."

"It's no big deal." I gave her a nod from the other side of the couch.

"I totally ignored you when I came in, I'm so sorry. It's been such a crazy day and..."

"Really don't worry." I smiled.

I was surprised she even remembered who I was. I must've been learning my times tables the last time we had an actual conversation.

"Dig in guys, I made sure to get extra." Katie prodded, as if Jolie and I weren't already getting started.

I didn't even realize how hungry I was. The screwdriver actually paired really well with the meal, the awful vodka taste was less and less apparent the more of it that I sipped. Before I knew it Katie had another round of them waiting for us.

For the first time I think I truly felt comfortable being in the harbor. It wasn't the warm food, the cozy blankets, or the slight buzz I had going--though that all definitely helped. It was the simple fact that these girls were suddenly good company, nice to me and each other for the sake of doing so without expecting to gain something from it. I didn't know they were capable of that sorta thing.

This evening went against pretty much my entire social game plan for surviving the last four years, and surprisingly, it wasn't going all that bad.

But that peacefulness was once again short-lived.

Katie's choice of television for this evening was Fangs of Lust, the typical all-the-rage teen drama mixed in with some tacky supernatural nonsense--I had been half-watching it in the background and doing my best to figure out what the hell was even going on.

Yet of all the episodes to choose from we managed to stumble upon this season's supposedly heartbreaking reveal: a cheater boyfriend and a backstabbing best friend.

As soon as I heard Jolie's sniffling resurge, I realized that this scene was hitting a little too close to home. Katie realized it too, making brief but concerned eye contact.

She promptly shut it off, but the damage was already done.

"Whyyyy meeeheehee!?" Jolie wailed, burying her face into one of the couch pillows.

Katie sighed, rubbing her dear friend's back.

"Cry it out girl, it'll be okay."

"No, it won't be! Don't you see what she's put me through!" Jolie hissed back.

"Alexa hasn't been the greatest friend of ours lately--trust me, I'm well aware."

"I don't know what I ever did to her..." Jolie whimpered. "I don't know if I can still be her friend after this."

I raised my eyebrows, as a profound silence ate up the room.

The idea that anybody would willingly depart Alexa's inner circle was unthinkable. The cracks in the system were starting to show and admittedly I was loving every second of it--sorry Jolie.

Katie sighed.

"That's a big decision to make, especially so close to the end of school. I think it's something you should really think about and decide if it's what you really want."

Jolie sat with those words for a second, then looked past Katie and locked eyes with me.

"What do you think?"

"What do I think?" I fought the urge to glance behind me because surely, she wasn't asking me. "I'm not so sure I'm qualified to give you a real answer."

"Why not?" Jolie posited with a glossy eyed stare.

"Well... I don't have all the information. It's not really my drama to weigh in on."

"I'll fill him in." Katie chimed in. "It's more or less self-explanatory if you've been following along with the show."

"... So Alexa slept with your boyfriend?"

"Sort of..." Katie clarified on her behalf. "It happened a couple months ago, but we're only finding out about it now."

"How did you find out?"

Katie bit her lip, hesitant to speak up now.

"I found this on his phone." Jolie angrily pulled up a video while, Katie averted her eyes in advance.

On Jolie's screen was a video of an undeniably topless Alexa Belvedere. Her rounded pale boobs and stiff pink nipples were very intentionally spilled out over the hem of a tiny cheetah-print tube top--completely bare and unobstructed to my eyes. She was visibly tipsy, kneeling before a 6-inch cock that belonged to whatever lucky son-of-a-bitch was recording.

With enthusiasm, she placed her eager tongue on the underside of his shaft, licking his member with long and deliberate strokes from the base to the tip. Slowly she wrapped her lips around the head, fully coating it with her saliva and taking it a few inches deep into her mouth. The girl picked up some speed, practically drooling on it like a porn star. Lifting his hips in pure bliss, he pushed--a little too far--hitting the back of her throat almost instantly. She uttered a delightful gagging sound that made my cock involuntarily twitch--but he wasn't done yet. His hand grabbed a fistful of her messy blonde hair, yanking her head further down his shaft as he practically fucked her bitchy face.

"Okay, that's enough now!" Katie gently pushed Jolie's arm aside. "Nobody wants to see that."

I would silently beg to differ. We were just getting to the good part.

Honestly, I couldn't actually fathom what I just saw. Alexa Belvedere, queen of Lakeside, on her knees sucking a dick with her fat tits out.

As much I was loving this strange evening I really needed to go home and jerk off.

Jolie angrily shut her phone off, meeting my eyes again and snapping me back to reality. Her stare prompted me once again, and I could feel the alcohol making me a little too honest.

"So, what do you think Connor? Should I forgive her?"

"No... I really don't. Maybe as her friends you don't see her the same way the rest of us do, but she's kinda known for being a shitty person."

"Oh come on." Katie jumped in. "She has her bitchy streaks but she's not that bad."

"I beg to differ, she's a petty, spoiled princess."

"What did she ever do to you?"

"It's not just about me, she's on the war path wherever she goes."

"Okay? Give me an example then."

"Fine--she keeps calling my friend Michelle 'suicide girl', just for having a nose piercing and dyed hair. It pisses me off."

"That's just high school banter." Katie shrugged. "Everyone gets that at some point."

"You're wrong, but fine--what about the time she stole some girl's panties and flew them off the top of the flagpole? She never got in trouble for that!"

"Rachel and her big mouth deserved every bit of that and then some. Try again."

"The time she 'accidentally' drove her foot through that poor girl's laptop screen for wearing the same dress as her to homecoming?"

"No, I was there. Alexa just happened to slip." She shrugged.

"Okay, defend this one: I know she was also the one who made up the obviously false accusations about Mr. Graham, all because he failed her in chemistry. He was my favorite teacher too."

"Okay, that one was actually pretty bad." Katie bit her lip with a giggle.

"Yea but you didn't care, not until it was your turn to take the fall. Don't you see the problem with apologizing? All that does is validate her behavior, she's never been held accountable before."

She paused briefly and cracked a wry smile.

"You're actually serious. You really think we should tell her off and go rogue?"

Jolie, nearly stumbling, returned to the TV room clutching the vodka bottle in her left hand and the pint of ice cream in her right--I hadn't even noticed her leave. She plopped herself back down on the couch and, for the first time, treated us to an--albeit tipsy--smile.

Katie and I ceased our bickering, but I had a feeling we weren't done quite yet.

"So how are we feeling?" Katie asked her in a sing-songy tone before turning to me and mouthing the word lightweight with a cute smile.

"A little better now. I think..." the brunette sniffled and her words slightly slurred. She chased a swig of vodka with a spoonful of ice cream before finishing her thought. "I've made up my mind... I think Alexa needs to step down a peg. And I'm gonna do something about it."

"I think that's a great idea, Jolie. I'm in too." I tacked on half-serious.

Katie just shook her head with a smile.

"Okay, okay, fine. Let's say I agree, how are we ever going to take her down? If you're gonna do this, then like, you're gonna need a plan. And it has to be a perfect one. Alexa's not as dumb as you think."

"We should... hmmm..." Jolie pondered for a while in her tipsy brilliance. "She needs to be exposed."

"Exposed?" I jumped in. "Like taking all her clothes off?"

Jolie cackled, slapping her thigh. "Noooo, like expose her evil-ness. But that would be funny too..." She trailed off.

"Seen enough of that tonight. How else do we expose her?" Katie crossed her arms.

"We have to learn her secrets..." Jolie mumbled and took another swig. "And then everyone's gonna be our friends..."

"Okay... got it. Learn her secrets... make new friends." Katie chuckled, pretending to write them down on her nearby notepad.

With Jolie well on her way from tipsy to drunk, Katie and I could barely contain our smiles.

"So when do we strike, general Jolie?" I jumped in. "The prom queen's coronation is coming up soon."

"Oh! That's it! We'll strike at prom! Once she's exposed, nobody is ever gonna cheer for her! They'll booooooo her off the stage... and throw tomatoes."

The brunette eased all the way back, splaying both legs across the couch while laying her to head rest against the soft cushions. She looked so cozy, wrapping herself up tightly in the blanket.

"A prom night coup? That's bold. I like it." Katie broke first but soon we were all cracking up.

The laughter and silliness seemed to be a nice break for Jolie. Finally at peace, she began to drift off from what was undoubtedly a very long day.

"Vive la revolu... shun." She shut her eyes with a satisfied smile, slowly dozing off into dreamland.

"And there she goes." Katie smiled and shook her head.

Without pause she got up and snagged the glass bottle from Jolie's grasp, replacing it with plastic one. I picked up the leftovers and the ice cream as we started to wrap things up for the night.

As much as I was looking forward to heading home the whole time, I was a little sad to see that it was winding down. It felt like all the stars aligned for any of this to happen and as quickly as it came it would be gone again.

But that's how it was meant to be. I got to see the other half of Lakeside among other things, perhaps that would be enough for one day. Yet I just couldn't fathom going back to school tomorrow like nothing happened.

"Hey." Katie spoke softly not to wake Jolie. She swirled the remaining bit of the booze to show there was still a bit left.

"Wanna help me finish this?"

I smiled and nodded. Maybe it wasn't over just yet.

She nudged the sliding back door; only her delicate fingers visible from the sleeves of her sweater. Turning to me with her trademark mischievous smile, we quietly tiptoed into the brisk spring evening.

The stone patio steps weren't nearly as cozy as the couch, but the view of the moonlit harbor was well worth the minor discomfort. I took a large swig from the bottle to warm up before passing it off to Katie.

"Shit... this view is something else." I marveled. "You even can see the beach from here. And I think that's the airport."

"I don't think I ever really noticed you could see that far." She joined me in staring off into distance while trying to ignore the burn in her throat.

We passed the bottle back and forth in the quiet. Yet this time around there was no tension, no arguing--I felt quite at ease just taking in the view in her company.

Katie broke the silence with a low and sexy raspiness.

"I'm sorry... about what I said earlier. Y'know about fitting in. It was a little harsh."

"No, don't be sorry... I think I needed to hear some of that."

"Likewise." She looked relieved. "And for what it's worth people definitely do like you. Your group of friends may be small, but I admire that you have their backs."

"You mean Nick and Michelle?" I smiled. "I know they'd do the same for me, so I don't sweat it."

"Well yea... but I was also referring to me and Jolie in a way."

"Really?"

"I mean... don't act so surprised." She got a little red in the face and took the bottle back. "You really helped us out in a pinch, and I know if Jolie was near sober enough, she'd say the same thing. I don't think it would be that crazy to call you a friend after tonight."

I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. She was probably just drunk, it was starting to hit me too, but I couldn't shake the feeling she was maybe being genuine with me.

"Well in that case... I'm happy to be a friend. There's only a month of school left but you can call on me anytime. Especially in lieu of Alexa." I chuckled.

She smiled and shook her head. "I've been thinking about what you said, and I don't think it's as crazy as I first thought."

"Yea?"

"I mean, Jolie's big plans might be a little much." She giggled. "But I've decided not to apologize to Alexa. If she's really the friend that I think she is, then she'll have my back. I'm not going to let her walk all over me."

"I think that's really respectable. And for what it's worth, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks." She chuckled, taking a final swig and handing me the last sip. "I'm happy for you too in a way."

"For what?"

"Well to be honest, I thought there was a decent chance you'd leave to go get the food and never come back."

"You tested me?"

"No... it just wouldn't have surprised me is all." She shrugged.

"I won't act like it didn't cross my mind. Something about tonight was different though, I just felt compelled to see where it was all going."

"Well I mean... you've really come out of your shell." She did her best Mrs. McGill impression, pouting her lips outward and putting her hands on her hips.

Maybe it was the birth of a new friendship, maybe it was the alcohol, but it felt like the two of us couldn't stop laughing. Who knew Katie Dupree was actually really funny?

I felt her hand grab onto my shoulder to support herself while she was doubled over in a giggle. It lingered just long enough to feel really nice, but not too long to be weird. I tried not to overthink it more than I already was.

"Speaking of..." I reached into my pocket for my wallet. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't need your money." I handed her back the roughly hundred or so bucks that remained of her original $200.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, you covered my dinner and that's more than enough."

"Well... that's fine, but I'd still like to pay you back in some way." Her sharp blue eyes fixated onto mine

"You don't owe me a thing really, we got to have a fun day together and I made a few new friends. What more could I ask for?"

She bit her lip and that trademark mischievous smirk returned. "I don't know, you tell me."

"What do you mean?" I felt my heart sink into my stomach.

"Oh come on, do I really have to spell it out?" She put her hand on my thigh, this time with much more intent.

"I um..."

"I see the way you've been looking at me. You've been nothing but careful and respectful, but you don't need to hide your feelings as much as you think."

I turned red. I thought I had been virtually undetectable; it was probably pretty stupid to think I could fool her. She continued on as her hand gently rubbed my leg.

"Is this okay?"

"Uh yea. More than okay. Pretty good actually." I tried my best not to seem like a nervous wreck, but nothing could have prepared me for what she was about to say next.

"I saw the way you were watching that video earlier, and--I truly mean no offense, but I have to ask--have you ever had your dick sucked before?"

"That obvious huh?"

"Yea just a bit." She grinned and raised her eyebrows at me, drawing our attention to the rather large tent that was forming in my jeans.

"Oh jeez, I didn't even realize, I--."

"It's okay." She reassured me with a smile. "It looks pretty big. Can I take it out for you?"

I nodded with enthusiasm as my words had completely left me. Katie Dupree just asked to see my cock.

With her gaze drifting between my eyes and my hard-on, she slowly reached her hand over and gently tugged on the zipper. All I could do was ease my head back in pure ecstasy.

Once open, her nimble fingers infiltrated the denim layer and brushed up against my cock, this time with only the thin layer of my boxers in between.

"Fuckkk." I groaned.

"Jesus you're pent up... I've barely even touched it yet." She smirked.

Her next move was to go for my belt. She repositioned herself on the step below me, using two hands between my legs to unclasp the buckle, then the button of my jeans underneath.

She was methodical, removing all that stood between her hands and my cock as though she was unwrapping a present and wanted to save the packaging. It was unendingly hot; she knew exactly what she was doing, and it had my balls boiling from all the tension.

"There we are." She looked over her work proudly.

My black boxers were fully on display as my jeans sunk below my waist. I was almost painfully stiff, a full mast erection pointing right at her pretty face.

"You look big..." She stared in awe.

Her hands finally descended upon my cloaked shaft, still teasing through the thin layer of fabric. She stroked it playfully and gently--driving me crazy. I needed to feel them in their entirety, more than I ever needed anything else.

"Having fun?" She asked with her usual smirk while stroking me through my underwear.

"P-please take it out already. Fuckk." I bit my lip before sounding any more desperate.

"I figured you might say something like that."

With a grin her hands left my shaft and found the waistband of my boxers. She continued to toy with me, briefly sinking her fingers just under the hem--nudging the seam just barely lower.

Before I could even protest her relentless teasing, I felt my underwear vanish with her hands, my raging boner was finely freed from its confines into the cool night air.

She was right, I was really damn pent up. It felt bigger in almost every way, practically swollen from a full day of teasing. It also didn't help that my cock hovered just a few inches from Katie's tantalizingly erotic smile. All I wanted to do was lay it there gently across her face.

"Holy fuck..." She awed over it from a few different angles. "Connor you're fucking huge. I mean... I don't think I've ever seen one this big, and I've seen a few."

"You know what they say about the tall and skinny guys." I smiled, finding some of my attitude back despite the unthinkable circumstances.

I know I'm big, and I try to keep a level head about it--it's probably why I'm so goddam horny all the time--but under no circumstances was I expecting to hear that from her.

She grabbed the base of my shaft with determination, gently guiding it so I was pointing straight up in the air. She nudged her face in real close, as though she was taking in its scent.

"It's really warm... I can feel it throbbing a little bit... " She continued to marvel at it, biting her lip while softly caressing the shaft in such a delightful way.

"Your fault."

"Yeah?" She smirked. "This isn't all gonna fit in my mouth, you know that right?"

"Fuckk..." I eased my head back again. She slowly stroked it all the way from the top to the bottom.

"Hm, guess you don't seem to mind."

Her gentle hands brought the tip right up to the brink of her lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of the head.

Warm tingles of pleasure were firing through my cock from her touch. She opened her mouth up wide, allowing her warm breath to pleasantly caress it, before slowly easing the first few inches past her lips and fully into the warm bed of her tongue.

Once inside, she wrapped her lips around it tightly as her cerulean gaze locked with mine--silently affirming that I was indeed being blown by one of the hottest girls to ever grace the halls of Lakeside High.

No one would ever believe me if I told them. I think I liked it better that way.

Her lips pursed around my shaft before reluctantly letting it back out. I could feel the cool outside air against the saliva she left on it, glistening in the moonlight. She pressed her lips against the head again, holding a longer kiss while pumping it with her hand a little bit faster, evenly distributing the wetness all the way down.

Every maneuver was methodical and deliberate. Even if I was a little big for her, she took care of it quite effectively.

"Fuck you're good at this."

"I know." She sexily uttered between two hungry licks of my shaft, dragging her tongue up all nine inches.

Gaining a little more confidence myself, I eased my hand over the top of her head--beneath her hood--ruffling through her dark blonde hair. She eyed me while teeing up my cock with her lips for another infiltration of her mouth.

Feeling my support, her hands relinquished control of my shaft in favor of my thighs. She maintained her gaze as her mouth lowered down again, a little faster than before.

"Uff..." I groaned, watching my shaft smoothly sink past where she stopped her lips before. Whole inches of my penis just disappeared into this girl's mouth.

She got a little more than halfway down before bottoming out--a very respectable effort for 18 years old. Guiding her head with my hand I nudged her up a little bit and then back down again, extremely careful not to push into her throat­--despite how purely euphoric it all felt.

Her tongue stayed involved, gently poking my rod as she continued to make her way up and down with some more energy. It felt especially nice on the upstrokes when just my cockhead was left between her lips. She prodded my sensitive tip directly with her tongue, that warm and pleasurable tingle piercing directly into my soul.

"Enjoying yourself?"

She raised one eyebrow; a thin trail of spit briefly connected her wet lips to my cockhead.

"Uh... fuck... y-yea"

She smirked while stroking me softly.

"You're actually really fun to suck off, I love a good challenge."

My eyes caught her other hand; it slowly snuck off somewhere between her tight navy leggings. Her legs parted too, just barely enough for me to notice despite the cover of her baggy sweatshirt.

Was she enjoying this more than she let on? It only made me throb even harder.

She brought her mouth right back to my dick, automatically pulling my focus back to her incredible blowjob skills.

Her head bobbed smoothly on it, gaining speed while maintaining deep penetration. This was her big push to make me cum, and I could feel my body tensing rapidly as she practically fucked her own face. Her direct eye contact returning at her lowest point on my shaft nearly set the floodgates open--I was almost in her throat--yet by some miraculous willpower, I managed to hang on just a little longer.

"Fuck." Her head reeled back up, lips audibly popping from my tip. "I think my mouth needs a little break."

She gasped with a sexy smile--her eyes slightly watery after that last push. I think both of us expected that to be my tipping point, but I held firm in her grasp.

Her other hand was still out of sight on a mysterious journey between her legs, and I couldn't help but acknowledge it more openly this time with my glancing.

"Enjoying yourself?" I offered this time with a snarky tone. She blushed quite deeply in response.

"A little bit." She reluctantly admitted as her stroking of my cock slowed.

What happened next is a bit difficult to put into words. But as our gazes fell upon each other, I could tell Katie was belaboring something. I could almost vicariously sense the anxious sinking in her stomach, the feeling that you know you're about to say/do something you're probably not supposed to--but you know you can't help yourself anyway. Her eyes softened, she bit her lip, she was at the precipice of something recklessly euphoric and I had a feeling I was right there with her.

It was as though I knew exactly what she would say right before she said it:

"Should we like... fuck?"

I think I mentally blacked out. The next moment I can honestly remember I was standing in the Dupree kitchen, butt naked except for a t-shirt while the rest of my wardrobe was balled up in my hands.

I was hard as a diamond, following Katie through her large TV room and past a snoring Jolie. Luckily for us she was still dead asleep, else she'd have gotten a face full of dick as I crept by. Poor girl did not need that right now.

My heart was pounding as the two of us thumped through the house, smiling at the near absurdity of it all. I focused once more on that tight perky ass, bouncing around before me as she maintained two stairsteps ahead. I swear she sashayed it right in my face on purpose, must've caught me staring once or twice.

We wound through the pitch-black maze of a second story, finally stumbling upon one of those elegant canopy beds. Kinda like the ones you'd see in a fairytale castle.

Guiding me by hand between the silky curtains, she managed to yank my t-shirt off before I promptly returned the favor to her oversized cheer hoodie.

While there wasn't much light, I was still able to make out the unobstructed sight of Katie Dupree's perky boobs and, visibly aroused, pink nipples. Just that one layer had been keeping me from them all night...

My lips descended onto her chest rapidly--urgent and hungry--I let my tongue dance all around her nipples and everywhere in between. Her breathing hastened, grabbing at my hair and holding my head in place over her torso as she leaned back into the sheets.

I managed to get my knees up onto the bed by now, nearly mounting her while I continued working her body with my tongue.

"Mmph..."

She squealed; arms extended up over her head in pleasure. Even with all my inexperience I had to return the favor at least a little bit--it felt good to make her feel good.

The only garments remaining between the two of us was everything Katie sported below the waist--but not for long. I got my hands into position, tucking my fingers first into the seam of those stretchy navy pants that teased me so relentlessly--then the lace fabric of her, apparently tealish colored, panties.

We were needy, I could feel her itching to get out of those clothes as much as I wanted her out of them--which I was more than happy to oblige.

One moment they were affixed at her waist, and the next she was bare. All of her bottoms, with the exception of her pink fuzzy socks, slid off her ankles in one buttery smooth yank.

Katie Dupree, the dictionary definition of keep dreaming, was laid out on her back in front of me--completely fucking naked. She kept her legs raised up high in the air from her de-clothing, and gently splayed herself wide open in all her erotic glory.

She was shaved completely bare, as all the harbor girls are rumored to be--though I never expected to be able to verify that claim for myself. Before me was the wettest, tightest, most immaculate looking pussy that completely dwarfed any and all pornography I had ever seen. And I was about to fuck it.

"So... gonna fuck me? Or you just gonna stare?"

She held her legs back sexily with a cocky raised eyebrow, I was completely wrapped around her finger and we both knew it.

"Uh... yea... I am." I muttered dumbly.

After all that rushing it felt nice to take a breather and slow things down for a second, drinking in the immaculately sexy sight in front of me. Though her gaze began to change slightly.

"So I'm your first, right?"

"Yea... and...?"

There was hesitance in her eyes, for a second I was worried.

"No its--I feel like I should've lit a candle or something. Make it a nice moment for you."

She smiled, still with her legs high in the air and her pussy inches from my aching cock. As my rod descended towards her abdomen she found it with her hand, gently stroking me while we chatted.

"It's already been a nice moment. Everything about today, I wouldn't have done it any differently."

"Good, I'm glad then." She teased my wet cockhead with her thumb. "Just remember to go in slow for me. I'm tight, and you're big."

"Yea no... of course."

She ceded my shaft back to me, the final greenlight as I began to prop myself up to enter her. Heeding her words I went slow, real slow, rubbing my cock all across her clit and pussy lips before I ventured further. Her natural instincts resumed, her graceful figure twitching from anticipation as she tried--and failed--to stifle her soft little gasps.

Easing into her was smooth and effortless, she hugged my cock tightly on all sides with her warm and wet hole. It was absolutely euphoric; I couldn't help but utter a low and relieving groan as though all the tension from my body had magically evaporated.

That only seemed to get Katie going more. Any and all regard she had for keeping herself quiet had immediately been forgotten, I could only hope that Jolie's a heavy sleeper.

"Fuck! Oh my god, Connor--your cock is huge, fuck... fuck..., you're gonna stretch me out!"

My response fell somewhere between a growl and a hiss. I needed to plow this chick--badly.

"Uff, fuck Katie... your pussy is so fucking ti-ight."

I eased in a little more, my head reeling back in bliss as half my rod sunk inside her. The pleasure was overwhelming--the sacred indulgence of "big dick and tiny chick" propagated by the porn industry may have actually been onto something here.

"Look at me when you fuck me."

Her crystal blue eyes had me completely enthralled. They beckoned me closer, I obliged, settling myself more or less on top of her as I nearly bottomed out inside. Her walls clung to every inch of me tightly, reluctant to let me leave for another thrust.

Without straying from her gaze, I unsheathed--almost entirely--before pushing deeper.

"Gimme that fat dick, Connor." She groaned through gritted teeth. "Take my fucking pussy."

I pushed in again, my arms supporting me on either side of her perfectly nude figure. She wrapped her delicate hands around them, urging me, begging for more.

"Faster, give it to me faster."

With our bodies fully acquiesced to the fullness of the other, I had no problem picking up the pace--giving her more and more each time. Likewise, she had no problem taking every inch of me.

"Holy fuck that's it, ah... mm... fuck me!"

She squealed; I swear her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Fuuuhuuck! Ahh! Dontstopdontstop..."

Giving her everything with my hips I thrusted rapidly, the electric throbbing of pleasure coursed through me. My pelvis crashing into hers, my balls slamming up against her butt, the way her perky tits bounced with every thrust...

"Dontyoudarefuckingstop..."

Her moans were hastier, her body was tense. I could even feel her legs flexing out from under me. Her gaze still rolled back in euphoria.

This was it, Katie was about to cum. That didn't take long.

"You're dick is so fucking big, you're gonna make me... god I'm gonna cum. Fuck! Connor... imgonnafuckingcum."             

Her entire body began to thrash violently. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock, squeezing my shaft with every ounce of strength her tight hole could muster.

It didn't know anything could feel that good.

My balls boiled, my own body began to quake. Her scent, her gasps, just the sight of her spazzing in pleasure beneath me. I was all too much, even for my thus far lengthy performance.

As her climax continued to thrash through her, I felt mine rapidly approaching.

"Fuck Katie... I'm gonna..."

It took every fiber of my being to muster the will to pull out of her. I didn't have much time for anything else.

--A split second later I was shooting off like a runaway firehose.

"Holy fuuhuuuckkk..." I gasped.

Almost every inch of her, from her navel to her neck, was hit with a hot white rope of pure lust--the very same load that churned while watching her perky ass fade from view after class this morning.

That damn panty line.

During my incoherent orgasmic bliss, she finally began to touch down from her own. Her head languidly tilted to the side as she watched me make a mess over her. Propping her arms up, she squeezed her cute boobs together--as if to fully ensure she had drained every last drop out of me.

"All done?"

She smirked so erotically it almost made me want to go again.

"I... ufff... fuckk..."

"Jeez." Her gaze drifted towards her soaked torso. "You really were pent up."

"Ngh... yea..."

I couldn't muster another word. My legs gave out, profoundly exhausted I pushed myself off her and into the swathe of empty mattress next to her.

I just came all over Katie Dupree.

...

And everything went dark.