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Later, when Alan was alone, he found himself thinking, Simone is cool. I like her a lot! If I were able to turn back the clock to when I was a virgin and all the awesome stuff that\'s happened to me since then had never happened, it would be pretty cool to have her as a girlfriend. Of course, there\'s no way that could happen now. For starters, not even Simone could beat Amy in my book. But still, Simone is someone I could have great fun with both in AND out of bed. Who cares if she\'s black? That\'s just an exotic bonus as far as I\'m concerned, and screw what other people might think.

I don\'t get why she\'s best friends with Heather though. She openly admits that Heather is a major bitch. Yet she doesn\'t seem to mind in the slightest. Weird. I do know they go way, way back to when they were little kids, so maybe that explains it. And they are lovers too, so that could put a whole different spin on it. Love makes people do strange things, to say the least.

Maybe Simone could help me with more than just the STD issue. Dealing with Heather is like dealing with a ticking time bomb. Simone could be key in understanding her and even defusing her. Especially now that Simone and I have fucked, that opens up all kinds of possibilities. Hmmm...

Sweetness!

To Alan\'s surprise, he had to go back to class a couple of hours later. His wounds weren\'t serious enough to merit being sent home. He\'d gotten quite lucky and had little serious damage despite all the hard punches thrown at him.

Lunch with Glory turned out to be another mostly wordless cuddle session. Alan again lay next to Glory and held her tight while she held him. Both of them were naked, enjoying the feel of each other\'s bodies, but because of his wounds he wasn\'t up for anything more.

At one point, he thought to himself, In the greater scheme of things, this isn\'t all that bad. It was a wake up call. I\'ve been getting so full of myself, and this brings me back to reality. Yes, Alan, a lot of girls think you\'re a super fucker, but life can still kick you in the balls. All too literally. Ouch. I just want to go home and get this lousy day over with. And the homework still hangs over my head. Fuck! What a lousy week. At least I have fucking Mom to look forward to. Just a couple of more days...

And tonight, Brenda AND Xania are coming over. That\'s nice. I can drown my sorrows in Brenda\'s fluffy tit-pillows if nothing else. At least, that is, if I\'m feeling better by then.

He recalled where he was, in Glory\'s arms, and thought, If only Glory could hear what I\'m thinking, man, would I be in trouble. She\'d probably kick my ass even worse than Rock did. I have a feeling there\'s more trouble brewing, and this Glory situation is going to explode. What can I do to stop that? This time, I have to be smarter and stop whatever happens before it happens. All the cheerleaders know about Glory and me now, and that\'s far too many people in the know. Word is going to leak and leak, until finally, bam!

I really should talk to Glory about it. She doesn\'t even know the threat against her. We need to work out a joint strategy, especially against Heather. I feel like this humiliation I went through today is just the tip of the iceberg and a lot more shit like this is about to hit the fan. This fucked up society I live in simply will not allow someone like me to break so many taboos. The backlash is beginning. But I just don\'t have the mental energy to discuss it today. I\'m going to go home and drown my sorrows in tit-flesh and just fuck away the blues, and then try harder tomorrow.

Alan still didn\'t know about Heather\'s confrontation with Glory the day before. Had he known, he wouldn\'t have wasted any time doing something about it. Heather was busy marshaling her allies to be called on to assist if needed while still deciding the best approach to take. But there was no doubt she planned to "take out" both Amy and Glory sooner rather than later.

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He had one thing to do before he left school: his meeting with Heather in the theater room immediately after school.

Alan was with Katherine since they were going home together, but Heather insisted that Katherine wait outside until they finished. She wore the same short cut-off Levi\'s and turquoise tank top she\'d worn all day.

Alan explained his wounds to Heather, and then said to her, "That\'s why I\'m coming to you. I was hoping you could help somehow, and get the football players off my back. Even if Rock is expelled, there\'ll be others. In fact, they\'ll hate me more for getting him expelled and kick my ass just for that."

Heather seemed moody. "Oh, so now you\'re coming to \'Cunt Girl\' and asking for help, huh? Whatever happened to \'Cunt Girl\' being too stupid to walk or talk?"

"Heather, that\'s just talk to spice up the sex, and you know it. Do you want me to treat you like that during sex, or what? Just tell me to stop and I\'ll stop."

Heather walked up and stroked a finger on the underside of his chin. That made him uncomfortable - it was literally like she was toying with him. "I didn\'t say stop. But you can hardly call it talking during sex when you fucked Simone instead of me! That makes me mad. And a mad Heather is not a helpful Heather."

"Heather, I\'m sorry, but that was your idea to invite her and offer her to me. Can we focus here? I know you can help. What do you want in return for helping?"

Suddenly she turned on the charm. "Want? Now, why would I want anything? I\'ll do it for you just because we\'re friends."

"Heather, come on. We both know you want stuff from me."

She spoke surprisingly tenderly. "As a matter of fact I do, but most of all, I want you to like me. Is that so hard? To maybe even consider me for a girlfriend if you and Amy should somehow break up? That\'s all I ask. And if you should fuck me more often, I sure wouldn\'t mind."

"Heather, I\'d love to, but I can\'t anytime soon with this twenty-page paper over my head."

Heather pouted and griped, "Twenty-page paper this, twenty-page paper that. That\'s been your excuse all week. I\'ll get the boys off your case no strings attached, but what if I get rid of that nasty homework assignment for you too? Don\'t you think I\'d deserve some extra special something for that?"

Alan laughed. "YOU? You would write my paper? Heather, you don\'t even do your own homework..." A slow dawning hit him. "Oh, I get it. You\'d outsource my paper to one of your nerdy admirers. Clever."

Her face was now inches from his, and she breathed her minty breath onto his cheek. He was sure that the way she leaned forward, causing her heavy tits to dangle in the tight tube top in front of his face, was no accident. Her nipples stuck out almost as obviously as if they\'d been Brenda\'s ever-erect projectiles, and it was clear to Alan that Heather wore no bra. He once again pondered how she managed to flaunt the school\'s dress code so openly.

She said, "Now you get it. What if you spend the time you would have spent on writing that fucking me instead? Isn\'t that a fair trade? I have certain... needs. Especially anal needs. Would it kill you so much to help me out with them? I mean, I\'ll probably have to kiss some total nerd on the cheek for a twenty page paper. Talk about disgusting!"

"Hey. I\'m a nerd of sorts."

"Maybe I should assign you to do the paper then." She thought about that and laughed at the absurdity of the idea. "And let\'s make it just you and me next time. Sharing didn\'t exactly work out. We can get started right now."

She stepped back and slid her Daisy Duke cutoffs down so he could see her blonde bush. She knew he was a breast man, so she cupped her tits and pushed them out towards him as well. "So. What do you say?"

Alan had never cheated on his school work before, and he considered the paper "outsourcing" cheating. He knew he\'d feel guilty about it, but felt he had no choice. He felt that it would be wise to extricate himself from Heather altogether.

Furthermore, after talking to Suzanne the night before about the danger of sexual diseases, he\'d prepared an ultimatum: either Heather stop having sex with anyone else, or he\'d stop having sex with her. But looking at the haughty beauty standing there cupping her boobs with her shorts down to her knees and a desperate gleam in her eye, there was just no way he could say no to partaking in more of her body. He wasn\'t even willing to present the ultimatum, because he was almost certain that she\'d refuse. Besides, after talking to Simone, he wasn\'t so sure if an ultimatum was the best idea at this time.

So he said reluctantly, "I\'ll take that deal. But I\'ll have to pay you back tomorrow. Look at my wounds. I have to go home and tend to them. I\'m hurting all over and everything is sore. And Katherine\'s waiting."

Normally she would have pushed to get her way, but he had a very good excuse with his wounds. So she said, "Fair enough. I was afraid you\'d say that. Those do look pretty nasty. Pay back tomorrow, and the next day, and beyond. Agreed? Just keep me on your regular fuck list. Your ASS fuck list, especially. And I\'ll get rid of those nasty football players. You should realize that I\'m really your best friend. Could Amy do the things I do for you? No. Think about that." She pulled her cutoffs up and down comically as if they were eyebrows and she was repeatedly wiggling them.

That gave Alan a strong urge to rip them off and stuff her slit. Then he thought that he\'d prefer to give her a solid assfucking. But he kept his resolve and said as calmly as he could manage, "Heather, maybe I misjudged you. I still say you\'re a bitch, but maybe you\'re a bitch with a heart of gold in there somewhere."

She really liked that comment, and they parted on good terms.

But inwardly, Alan thought, "Heart of gold?" I\'m really laying it on thick. I don\'t think she has a heart, period. But if that\'s what it takes to get Heather\'s help, I\'d better do it. Considering that she\'s already fucked half the football team, she can get them to do anything by denying or offering more nookie. She doesn\'t do anything for anyone out of the goodness of her heart, no matter what she says. Once Friday is over I\'ll be a free man without this homework cloud over my head, and I\'ll be able to deal with her better, on more even terms. And hey, if I have to fuck her more often, like she said, it\'s not exactly going to kill me.

I can\'t believe she\'d seriously think I\'d even consider ever being her boyfriend though! What chutzpah she has, I\'ll give her that. I mean, she\'s hot, there\'s no doubt about that. Had she toyed with her ass and bent over to show me her naked ass, I would have lost it altogether. But her heart is so black. No way!

Meanwhile, Heather thought, Okay. I\'m starting to change Alan\'s perception of me and proving myself indispensable to him. I\'ve got to keep doing nice things. "Nice." I\'m capable of nice. I really am. Meanwhile, knock Glory and Amy out of the running without leaving any fingerprints. And how to use my blackmail material without losing the nice image I need to get him to willingly be my boyfriend? Maybe blackmail those around him, so he\'ll never know. Yes! For instance, use the incest evidence on Katherine instead of on him, and in a subtle way.

This unexpected assault on him plays right into my hands. I can say, "Look, Kathy, you wouldn\'t want more harm to come to Alan, would you? What if those guys found out what you and he are doing with each other? He\'d be lucky to get to jail before they kill him! Don\'t you think you two should just lay low with each other for a few months, and let me handle things?" It\'s perfect!

Then doubts began to hit her. But what if I fail? I never fail, ultimately, but I\'ll admit that I\'ve had some bumps in the road lately when it comes to him. "Sharing didn\'t exactly work out" - that\'s an understatement! I really thought that if I couldn\'t compete with the emotional closeness he has with his sister, and maybe Glory or Amy too, I could make up for it with sheer quantity of quality pussy. But that sure backfired. Now Simone\'s all hot for him and I don\'t have a good feeling about that.

Just who is he sleeping with behind my back, anyways? Are there others beyond those three and the rest of the cheerleaders, and if so, what exactly are they doing to each other? I thought I was the only one with the skills and contacts to arrange an orgy, but maybe orgies are old hat for him, for all I know.

I need more information! I hardly know the guy at all except for the all important fact that I must have him as mine. He could have some fetish or passion that I could totally use to my advantage. I need to snoop, and dig up more dirt. I can\'t have another setback. If he finds out about my blackmail plan especially, my whole "nice girlfriend" plan will be ruined and then some, and then where will I be? Without a steady supply of quality fucking, that\'s where!

I mean, it\'s not like there aren\'t other guys, and no one can expect me to be loyal to just one man, even if it\'s Alan. But why are so many guys in this school such utter losers in bed? Fucking them gets so routine, and about the only plus to it is it\'s better than no fucking at all. Five minutes and out. "A female orgasm? What\'s that?" I\'d rather be with true girls than those girly-men. At least they know how to go down and lick.

Now, Alan, he\'s in a whole different class. He really knows how to get me going. God, my ass! I can still practically feel his thick tree trunk up there. No one else even seems to know what anal sex IS, but he fucks my ass like he was born to do nothing but fuck it! He\'s slipping away from me with this "gotta spend more time with Glory" crap, and meanwhile my ass is so unfilled. It\'s been DAYS since he last fucked it and meanwhile all I\'m left with to fuck are these losers like Rock. Spare me. Puh-lease!

I couldn\'t even keep up the pretense anymore with that king of losers. Thank God that ordeal is over. I don\'t care if I don\'t win Homecoming Queen if it means I had to spend another month trying to get Rock\'s pathetic little noodle at least semi-hard. Too bad Alan didn\'t knock him on his ass. Anyways, I\'ll find another way to be the school queen than going with the star quarterback. I always win. Always!

Except for these damn setbacks with Alan. He\'s mocking me the way he fucked Simone right in front of my face yesterday, and it pisses me off. Nobody mocks me. I can\'t lose him. Period. I never lose, because I have the guts, the brains, and the looks. And most importantly, Lady Luck absolutely loves me. I don\'t care what it takes, but he is going to be all mine!