0 comments/ 26844 views/ 14 favorites Maplewood Times: Patty & Chelsea By: mondotoken Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age. This story takes place three weeks after chapter 5 of MEAN GIRLS of MAPLEWOOD. That being said, I appreciate all comments on that series of stories whether good and bad. I will be posting another chapter of MEAN GIRLS pretty soon. Feedback feeds this tale of GIRLS GONE WILD and I would love to continue hearing from my audience. ***** It was a cold Saturday morning as he returned to the one place that made him feel like a man again. It was the one place where he had for the briefest of moment's grasped greatness in all its fleeting glory and the site of his one true triumph as he had brought a championship to the small town of Maplewood. The wind was blowing heavily that day and the teen had wrapped himself in a large windbreaker and pulled the hood over his head in case any of his fellow neighbors saw him. Brad Tucker had become something of an oddity and a curiosity to the populace of the small town ever since he'd been discovered walking nude down the interstate covered in mud and fecal matter with blood running freely from his anus. Rumors flew like the wind and the narrow minded townies had branded him a closeted homosexual making him a pariah in less than a week. His friends and teammates had all but abandoned him and his father wouldn't even look at him. Sheriff Reed knew something was up and had promised the jock that he would find out who had assaulted him and bring them to justice. How could he tell the sheriff that his own daughter was the culprit? He climbed into the bleachers and sat near the very top as he fished around in his pocket for a joint that he'd copped the day of the game. It wasn't easy to sit down even though he was wearing two pairs of corduroys and thermals. The doctors had to stitch up his permanently gaped asshole and he was fitted with a kind of foam plug to secure his butt. Brad took a long drag on the joint remembering how he'd been bombarded with question after question from the authorities and his parents and continuously denied everything. He finally convinced them that he blocked the ordeal out mentally and bought himself some time. His heart dipped when he remembered how his mother had cried openly for what seemed like days. He'd deserved what he'd got whole heartedly and was content to pay for his crimes in a wall of silence. After a while the football scouts stopped coming around and he was simply labeled damaged goods. He took a deep drag as some tears rolled across his cheeks. He thought of his girlfriend and that other girl he'd unwittingly impregnated in a fit of steroid induced rage when he'd been denied sex with his childhood friend. There were rumors that both of them were hooking up on the down low and had become full blown lovers. Brad Tucker didn't care about that. He constantly thought about the baby that had been aborted and the fact that his girlfriend had probably been involved in a very personal situation that was between him and the other woman. He thought of what could have been as he was brutally raped over and over again by the baby's mother while he pleaded for mercy and talked of starting a family with his female rapist. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her horrifying grinning countenance framed by the wet looking stringy blonde hair. Brad Tucker sat in the small stadium looking out onto the field and noticing how it was overcast and looked like rain. He noticed someone similarly dressed down on the field walking along its perimeter and he immediately realized it was a girl. The huge utilitarian green tinted Eskimo coat she wore hid her features but a pair of thin yet shapely legs gave her away and she wore pink leggings with white tennis shoes. She was carrying a large flimsy garbage bag and one of those pointed sticks used to pick up trash. She was probably a classmate of his but he couldn't tell because of the thick hoodie and she was definitely being punished for something. He watched the girl stomp across the field collecting errant trash and chuckled when he saw her step into a gopher hole and keel over. Humor had become unfamiliar to him as he rarely even cracked a smile these days and he found himself grateful to the stranger on the field. He'd taken one long final drag and dropped the used joint through the bleachers as he intended to leave when he'd heard a sudden shout of surprise and looked through the bleachers to find a similarly dressed teen girl with her own pointy stick and garbage bag. "YOU COULD HAVE PUT MY EYE OUT WITH THAT CIGARETTE ASSHOLE?!!" He recognized the voice belonging to the second girl under the hood and he'd immediately felt a chill run up his spine. She was one of the cheerleaders that had been present in that post game shower with him and just knowing that brought back memories...awful memories of a time when he'd been blind to just how shitty a person he'd been and how much less of a human being he'd been. Brad shuddered remembering that he would never be that arrogant, entitled jackass again and that if he stepped across the line, "she" would be waiting to punish him. "Really sorry about that, I'll be going now ma'am." He quickly apologized and got up intending to move down the bleachers before he was recognized. "Brad, is that you?" She called out as he shook his head profusely denying his own identity and quickening his pace. He started to panic as he looked between the steps and noticed the girl running towards the end of bleachers to intercept him. "Hey wait, I wanna talk to you!" She called out as she dropped her plastic bag and stick moving even faster to the opening near the park stadium gates. He didn't want to talk to anybody he didn't have to and the jock was determined to get away before he could be scrutinized by the cheerleader. "Hey, why are you running away?!!" Her voice was labored as she emerged from under the bleachers and saw the jock moving in the opposite direction. Brad tried to jump the fence near the football field and toppled onto his head nearly knocking himself out. He was still somewhat in recovery from his surgery and hadn't regained his full mobility yet. Even worse, strenuous activity like running cause him intense searing pain in his anus and he bled heavily soiling his underwear the first time he'd attempted to work out by jogging. He was completely dazed as he rolled over on his back holding his throbbing head while a spike of pain shot up his spine nearly paralyzing him. "What'd this asshole do to you Chelsea?" He heard an annoyingly familiar voice a few feet away from him and shuddered. The two girls were so-called BFF'S and were rarely seen one without the other. "Nothin, he's just started running when I called his name is all." He heard their footfalls through the leaves and grass as they approached him and he began trembling. "Who the fuck is he anyways?" Her voice was childish and slightly high pitched making her sound like the dumb blonde everyone already thought she was. "Don't you know who the fuck that is?!! It's Brad Tucker!" "Shut-Up, you're not serious are you bitch?" Their chatter was nothing new to him and he'd heard their inane mutterings all the time when he'd been dating their leader. "Hey Brad, are you okay?" He found himself looking up in to the faces of Patty and Chelsea as they pulled their hoods down to get a better look at him. "Yeah, I'm just fine ladies." His head was still ringing from the fall as he found both of the girls extending their hands to help him up off of the grass. He looked at the childish features of Patty who resembled a grown up version of Cindy Brady with her blonde hair done up in twin short ponytails with pronounced bangs in the front. She had a really cute oval shaped face and was smiling at him with a sheepish grin that he'd seen time and time again when he was walking around campus. He noted that she had the clearest crystal blue eyes that looked a little too big for her face almost making the eighteen year old senior resemble an anime character. The large coat covered up most of her body, but Patty's thin yet shapely legs could be clearly seen encased in hot pink colored leggings. The coat didn't matter because he already knew what she looked like naked. He'd seen Patty's slender model like body with the really nice sloping breasts and prominent nipples. He also remembered her clean shaven snatch as well and fought against those memories trying hard to bury them. "You don't look okay to us Brad. Sure you don't want us to call the paramedics or something." Chelsea had tugged his windbreaker down revealing a good sized lump on his forehead. He flinched a bit as she lightly touched his face brushing aside some of his hair which he was letting grow out. He couldn't deal with the stares of people around town and couldn't even sit still long enough for a decent haircut from the barber. Someone would inevitably try to question about the sordid details of the night he'd won the big game and Bradford Tucker just wasn't talking. "No, I'm okay ladies now if you'll excuse me I have to get going." He lightly swept her hand away as he hoped his face didn't betray him and reveal the fear thumping in his chest at that moment. "Where?" Patty questioned as she made no attempt to hide the fact that her big blue eyes were roaming all over his body. He noticed her body language too as her watched the slightly lanky teen bounce, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "I uh, gotta do some things for my mom." He offered weakly looking around the field worrying that someone might see him with them. Patty also took note of his body language too and she didn't seem to be able to filter her thoughts. "Why were you running away from Chelsea?" She blurted out immediately noticing the uncomfortable look on his face as he flushed beat red. "I -told you I gotta go do something for my mom." "What Brad? What'd you gotta do for your mamma?" Patty leaned in smiling looking more and more like a beautiful predator watching as he scratched his head looking more and more confused. "I-I don't gotta tell you nothing Patty." "Are you okay Brad? You look kind of green around the gills if you know what I mean." Chelsea interjected getting slightly more uncomfortable with her friend's line of questioning. She'd seen Brad once since he'd been found wandering bloody and nude on the interstate. He'd been sitting in the back of his mother's station wagon while she shopped at the market Chelsea worked at. She couldn't forget how sad he looked sitting there in the back seat starring off into space. He'd actually made eye contact with her briefly and responded immediately by placing a quilt he'd had in the backseat with him over his head. She watched another few moments as the jock sat there looking like a patchwork ghost unmoving. "You must have been smoking some bad weed huh?" Chelsea added to her initial question giving him an out which he readily took. "Uh, yeah I had that joint for a while. Some skater sold it to me over at the mall." Actually he had beaten the kid up for rolling over his foot and received the aforementioned joint as a peace offering before striking a knock-out blow. "What were you thinking Brad, do you have any idea what that shit could have been laced with?" Patty wagged her finger as she scolded the suddenly relieved looking jock. "Uh, yeah sorry guys you're absolutely right." "You know if we saw that you were high, your mom might too Brad. Why don't you hang back for a moment while we finish up here so we can watch out for you okay?" Chelsea had reached grasping his bicep through his coat and slightly kneading it as she looked pleadingly into his eyes. "Yeah, what kind of assholes would we be if we let you get into trouble with your parents?" Patty had grabbed the other bicep in a similar fashion. "Well okay guys, but I have to go in a few minutes." He was still nervous but Chelsea had calmed his nerves. He took a seat at the bottom of the bleachers and watched the girls clean the stadium walking hand in hand and talking. Brad's gaze rested on Chelsea who was dressed in similar fashion to her smaller friend. She had a full mane of soft curly brown hair that framed her soft features, a round pretty face that slightly hinted at a distant Latin heritage. He noticed that Chelsea's coat didn't particularly cover her well known and large derriere. He shuddered as he remembered how plump and juicy it looked sitting at the bottom of her small waist. It was like a big teardrop and he remembered the tan lines on the other wise perfect olive colored butt. He noticed her looking back his way every now and then with a slight smile reading across her plump lips. He felt a stirring in his crotch and immediately pushed his thoughts elsewhere preferring to stay away from anything sexual. Brad felt a chill run through his body and he pulled his coat tighter around his body. "Are you cold Brad, this might help." It was Chelsea and reached into her pocket pulling out a small flask of what he assumed was alcohol. "No thanks, that's okay Chelsea. Thanks anyway, I don't drink anymore." He looked away as she took a swig from the bottle. "I don't blame you but it takes a little bit of the edge off sometimes." She took another swig as she sat down beside him. "You know if your mom finds out, it's back to rehab Chelsea." Patty suddenly popped up on the other side of Brad and dropped down next to him. "Patty, shut up! You REALLY piss me off sometimes." She looked down towards her feet embarrassed by her friend's big mouth. Brad softly took the flask from her hands and took a light swig. He just wanted her to feel better about her obvious drinking habit. "I thought you didn't drink anymore." Chelsea smiled taking the flask back. "Well I didn't, so I guess that will have to be our little secret." "Okay Brad as long as you don't rat on me either, deal?" she offered her small hand and he took it giving her a shake to seal their mutual secret. Patty looked on getting annoyed at what she thought was going on between the two teens in front of her getting annoyed at the situation. "Can I have a little?" Chelsea tossed her the bottle and watched as her friend took a deep drink from the bottle. "Don't drink it all bitch, you know how hard it is to get into my dad's liquor cabinet?!" "Relax whore, I'll get you some more." Patty finished the flask falling back after getting a slight buzz. Brad watched amused at the exchange between the two girls. "Hey Brad, do you REALLY have to go?" Patty turned her attention back towards him as Chelsea looked away. For some reason he didn't want to leave just yet preferring her company. "Well, it's not that important, but I do have to take care of it at some point today." He offered an olive branch to the two girls who genuinely seemed only interested in keeping company with him. Rain suddenly started to pour down on the unprotected teens and Brad laughed when the girls started shrieking under the onslaught. "SHIT!! Come on, my car is over by the gate!!" The trio ran through the pouring rain over to Patty's silver Prius with Brad stopping just short of hopping into the car with them. "What? Come on Brad!" Patty was ushering him towards her car as the rain pelted all of them. He stood starring at the two girls unsure of how to react. He had a hard time trusting women after his ordeal and his body just seemed to shut down. He just began shaking his head and taking a few steps back. "You really can't stay out here in the rain." Chelsea had walked up to him and lightly took his arm while staring into his eyes. "I-I don't know about this." She noticed the fear and apprehension in his eyes as she lightly tugged at his sleeve. "Couldn't you just hang out a little bit? I- I mean we were having such a great time together weren't we Brad?" "Yeah, but I really have to get going Chelsea." "Well then fuck it, let's get outta here biatch." Patty shouted to her friend as she hopped into her car and started up the engine. Chelsea turned back to the frightened jock with pleading eyes. "Look, I don't know exactly what's going on with you but I know when somebody needs help. We're not gonna hurt you Brad. We just thought you were cool and wanted to get to know you a little better, that's all." He found her beautiful as pellets of water collided with her pretty face. "Get to know me-better?" "Talking-Just talking okay? You don't have anything to worry about. We know you're taken and we just thought we could hang out a little and have some-"clean" fun." She was over explaining everything and Patty revved up her car a couple of times to warn her BFF that she might drive off. He looked from her pleading eyes to the backseat of Patty's car being offered to him. "I'll just hang out for a little while, but you have to let me go when it's time to leave." Chelsea looked a little perplexed at his curious statement but smiled to herself as she watched the jock cautiously get into the backseat of the car. He tried to make himself comfortable as Patty sped out of the stadium parking lot making continual chatter about all sorts of inane subject matter and Brad found himself staring out of the window at some of the scattered houses and farm land. In short order the dull droning sound of the two girls and the monotonous view afforded him out of that backseat window caused him to doze. "HEY BRAD, WAKE UP!!" He awoke to find himself being shaken by Chelsea while an insistent Patty stood just in the distance on a porch still wrapped in her wind breaker. "How long was I out?" He was just beginning to get his bearings as he righted himself in the backseat of the car. "Probably a good twenty five minutes, come on out, we're here." "Where?" "My house silly! Now come on in I'm cold as fuck." Patty reached under a mat at the front door retrieving a house key and let herself inside as he looked around the front yard of the rustic looking home. He immediately picked up on the fact that he didn't recognize the surroundings and his pulse quickened. He walked the short distance to the gate at the front of the yard and looked out at the rural interstate facing him as the violent pellets of rain cut into his face. "Brad, come on." He looked back to find Chelsea staring at him from the open door. He didn't answer and trudged into the small cabin-like home. The interior of the cabin was very small and cozy. Patty bragged that it was her dad's man cave that he used whenever his family got on his nerves and judging from the loud child-like chatter emanating from her mouth, that must have been an awful lot. He took note of the huge flat screen television and the wall length couch facing it, the small partially obscured kitchenette behind a sliding door and of course the bedroom at the end of a small corridor. The door was cracked and he could make out no detail of the interior due to the lights being switched off. Patty had unzipped her large windbreaker and was shrugging it off to reveal a simple cotton t-shirt underneath. Her entire torso was soaked from the rain and it was immediately apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her bouncy, perky looking boobs were on prominent display and she immediately noticed the trajectory of his gaze. She cupped her hands under her breasts and rolled her nipples laughing when he turned away. Chelsea tugged at his coat zipper trying to draw it down but he stopped her. "I'm gonna keep it on if you don't mind." "Are you sure Brad, it's gonna get really hot in here once she turns up the heat." "I'll be okay Chelsea." She shrugged her shoulders and slipped out of her coat revealing a simple grey and pink striped sweater much to his disappointment. Patty sauntered over to the thermostat and turned it up as high as she could. The thin teen was shivering uncontrollably from exposure. She plopped down in the only chair in the room; a big wicker number kicked off her sneakers and started rolling the pink leggings down her slender well-toned thighs. Maplewood Times: Patty & Chelsea "Do you uhm; really have to do that here?" Brad asked nervously. "It's my fucking house Braaad, and just what is your deal anyway? It ain't like we all haven't seen each other naked before humph!" The way she intentionally distorted his name as she pronounced it reminded him of his ex-girlfriend and made him nervous. He didn't know how to answer the lanky cheerleader. Patty had stripped off her pants which had fit like a second skin and she happened to be wearing a tiny pair of white panties that clung to her narrow hips. She tossed the leggings carelessly onto the floor near the television. "What's the matter Brad? Cat got you fucking tongue?" She had leaned back in the large chair scrutinizing the bundled up jock. "Why don't you leave him alone Patty, he's been through a lot of shit lately." Chelsea punctuated her statement by flinging her coat at her friend and striking the girl directly in the face with considerable impact. "Whore!! You just got the hots for him anyway!!" Patty teased back angrily before being hit again with one of the coach pillows. Brad noticed that the curvy brunette looked embarrassed and simply shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, why don't you watch a little television while I make us all some hot chocolate. Come on Patty!" She tossed him the remote and hurried off with her friend to the kitchen pulling the sliding door partially closed behind her. Brad switched on the television finding sports center and watching highlights from a couple of football games. He could hear the two girls chattering away behind the kitchen door and from the sound of things they appeared to be having an argument. This was confirmed when Patty shoved the sliding door open and stormed down the hall pushing the bedroom door open. His eyes followed the narrow teen who'd left the bedroom door open more than a little bit as she stripped off the soaked t-shirt. Brad got a good look at the side of her nude left breast as she seemed to be looking in a mirror or something. The jock also got a look at the snug fit of her panties which hugged her small curvy butt. Patty draped an arm across her tits and pushed the bedroom door closed slamming it for effect. It seemed like she wanted her friend to know just how angry she was. Chelsea emerged from the kitchen and sat a steaming mug on the glass coffee table in front of him. Chelsea wasn't wearing her leggings and her long olive tinted curvy legs were fully exposed. She was wearing a similar pair of white panties although hers were a bit larger and covered the entirely of her crotch like an old school bikini bottom. She retained the sweater for modesty 'sake. "I really laid into her and I felt bad about her fucking with you after we invited you over. She's my girl and well, I just wanted to show her that everything's cool with us. You don't mind this do you?" She motioned towards her uncovered legs in explanation. "Uh, well I guess it's okay." He was still nervous as her half-dressed state sent shockwaves directly to his crotch as he recalled the one other time he'd seen her undressed and how beautiful she was nude. He tried to push the thoughts away as Chelsea sat next to him and flipped a few channels on the television. "So, is it a religious thing or something?" She asked after a few moments. "What?" "You know your weird thing about -sex." Chelsea was being completely frank and it made him uncomfortable. "You know Patty is gonna keep pushing and pushing until she gets some kind of answer out of you Brad. That's just the way she is and please don't get mad because everybody always dumps on her. She's really nice Brad." She took a deep drink from her mug noticing he hadn't touched his noticing him starring into the depths of the steaming cup. "Something really bad happened to you huh?" The realization came over her face as he looked sadly into her eyes. "MOVE OVER BITCHES!!" Patty had emerged from her father's bedroom dressed in an extra-large t-shirt and sat down between the two teens interrupting the budding moment. She had a Ziploc bag full of weed and began rolling a rather large joint. "What the fuck are you doing girlfriend?" "The mood is too heavy in here; we need to lighten the fuck up." She took a huge drag on the joint and started coughing heavily. Brad and Chelsea started laughing as she shoved the joint towards her friend. The three teens continued passing the weed around until it was nearly gone. Things had prophetically lightened up as Brad now felt comfortable and had even been persuaded to remove his coat. He was drenched in sweat and Chelsea had jokingly poured a cup of ice water over his head. "Just giving you a bath stinky." She had hoped he would retaliate and pour his cup over her but he remained passive. The fast friends spent part of the rainy afternoon playing cards and watching television. The girls retreated back to the kitchen to make some quick mac and cheese and whip up some strawberry daiquiris. Brad found himself starring over the back of the couch into the open kitchen as the girls prepared food and admiring their backsides. The difference between their butts was night and day as Patty had a small roundish tight looking ass that looked like it could cut while her taller friend Chelsea was sporting a teardrop shaped nearly basketball sized butt that flared out from her small waist spectacularly. Part of Chelsea's panty had slid up into the deep crack of her ass leaving a whole cheek exposed. He was treated to the familiar sight of her huge granny panty tan line. "Some one's peeking Chelsea." Patty sang as she giggled when he suddenly jumped facing the other way. "Oh no you don't buster, you're straight up getting put on blast." Patty waved her finger while her friend put the food in the oven. The girls ran into the living room with Patty jumping over the back of the couch and landing in his lap. "Alright you caught me, stop playing okay?" He gently but firmly lifted the disappointed teen from his lap. He didn't notice her finger lightly graze his lap. "We're not gonna let you off that easy buster." He watched as both girls grabbed the ends of the coffee table and pushed it towards the television. The two cheerleaders followed this up by walking around the respective ends of their sides of the table and bending over placing their palms flat on its surface. "We thought you should get a closer look Brad." Patty giggled looking back at him and wiggled her tight butt for him. "What the fuck are you doing biatch?" Chelsea taunted her smaller friend while mimicking the same motion although with minimal movement. Brad was amazed by the manner in which her wide butt moved almost of its own accord. "Twerking, what does it look like whore?" "You're supposed to shake it, not break it dumbass." Chelsea continued taunting her friend as she put more effort into her actions actually getting her butt cheeks to loudly clap. Patty responded by standing and loudly slapping her friend's ass. The two girls started wrestling and almost fell on top of Brad who quickly jumped out of the way preferring to watch. Patty was small but quicker than the larger girl and outmaneuvered her to the hardwood floor. Chelsea found herself pinned to the floor flailing about as her friend pulled her large panties up into the crack of her ass exposing both sides of her famous derriere. The two girls were too caught up in their actions to realize Brad sitting there motionless, a tent in his pants. "He's fucking zoning out on us again Chelsea." Both of the girls recovered and stared at the silent jock. "Well at least we got his attention." Both of the girls stared at the huge bulge in his pants. Patty's lip quivered a bit at the memory of being allowed to pleasure the star jock and chaffed simultaneously at being used as a surrogate vagina by a bitch and having that same huge cock shoved roughly down her throat until it spewed a quart of semen down her throat. She knew what she wanted the moment she realized who was lying sprawled out on the grass in front her earlier that afternoon. "Are you a fag?" She hardly realized the words had left her lips as he friend gasped loudly and Brad's eyes became as wide as saucers. "PATRICIA!!" Chelsea was shocked at her friend's sudden aggressive question as she watched the thin girl rise and gesture towards a suddenly ashen looking Brad. "NO, NO!! I'm just about fucking tired of this weird ass shit Chelsea!! Aren't you? Here we are doing everything under the sun to open this jerk's nose and he's done nothing-NOTHING!! Two of the hottest girls in school in their underwear and ...NOTHNG!!" "I-I just don't..." He stammered as he felt the blonde's eye ripping into him. "Yeah, we know BRAAADD!!" Her tone was acidic and he felt his heart beating hard in his chest and his cock straining against his pants. He didn't know what to do as he looked over at Chelsea who immediately stared down at the floor. "Fuckin Faggot." Patty accused nearly spitting the insult at the startled jock. He couldn't take it anymore and bolted the house for the front yard leaving the door wide open. Patty leaned back against the chair and downed one of her trademark daiquiris. Chelsea pulled her coat on forgetting her pants as she shot her spiteful friend a look before stepping outside. Patty just grabbed the remote and switched off the television sitting alone and dejected. Brad stood leaning against the fence looking out at the interstate and silently sobbing. He genuinely like the two girls and cherished his afternoon with them but he'd made a vow to stay out of trouble and went to extraordinary means to keep that promise. It had been weeks since he was assaulted and he was only now comfortable enough to leave his home for short periods of time. He was considering hiking up the interstate when he felt a hand tugging on his arm. "Sorry- for everything...Patty's a bitch but I know she didn't mean to go off on you like that." "She's just telling the fucking truth for once this afternoon. I don't begrudge her anything." Chelsea was startled at the harsh tone of his voice as he continued. "I don't wanna share what happened to me with anyone Chelsea! I just want to be a better person and if that means being called a fag then so be it!!" Even with the rain beating down on them, she could see the tears in his eyes. She just put her arm around him and looked out onto the road with him for a few moments. "Can I just get my jacket and go?" They walked back into the cabin hand-in-hand finding Patty squatting in front of the boob tube eating mac and watching some reality television. The lithe blonde looked a wreck running mascara and all. She regarded the couple and quickly shuffled off to the bedroom slamming the door. "She really, really liked you Brad. She was just hoping against hope that maybe today could be something special." "I don't have anything against her." "Well she doesn't know that and I think somebody could at least tell her so before they leave." Chelsea gave him a nudge towards the bedroom door and he knocked lightly feeling a bit guilty for leading the disappointed girl on. "Patty?" He couldn't hear anything initially knocking again until a heavy object hit the opposite side of the door. "Patty, I'm sorry... Uh, can I come in and talk to you?" "Well why the fuck not, come on in BRAAAAD!!" He looked back at her closest friend who waved him on as he turned the doorknob and entered the bedroom. He found the room in a disheveled state and Patty sitting in the middle of an unmade bed keeping herself busy with a huge bong. The room smelled heavily of weed and he'd figured she had used the rest of her stash in the bong. "Patty, I'm sorry okay?" He watched her take a big puff on the bong hardly regarding whether he was present or not. The room looked as if a mini-tornado had trashed it and he figured she'd had a tantrum in his absence. "I didn't mean to hurt you Patty, you've gotta believe that. You're a very pretty girl and well I-uh..." He was fumbling with words as he noticed the crotch of her panties and the outline of her sex. "Blah, blah, blah ...I can't fuck you because what?" Patty mocked him as she took another hit. "Alright I don't have to take this shit, I'm out." He grabbed the doorknob when she quickly dropped the bong and cried out. "I'm fucking sorry okay?" She finally admitted as she leaned forward in the bed on all fours patting a spot on the bed for him to sit down. "I can't lie Brad; I want your big cock. I want it so bad it hurts. I wanna suck the skin off of your cock and ride that shit until I fuckin bleed." She sat next to him and looked deep into his eyes. "Did all of us really fuck you so bad that you've sworn off women?" "What?" "All of the girls who were there that night think that we kind of "broke" you." He started laughing as he realized none of the other cheerleaders and women who were there that night knew what really happened to him. "What's so funny?" He gave her a light peck on the cheek in answer to her question. At this moment he found the Cindy Brady clone that was Patricia Clark a.k.a Patty adorable as hell. She immediately flushed red in the cheeks touching the spot where he'd touched her and smiling. "Come here asshole!" She wrapped her arms around him and wrestled him to the bed trying in vain to stick her tongue into his mouth. He could feel her fingers on his cock attempting to yank his zipper down. He tried to grab her arm and bat her hands away but the lithe cheerleader had nimble fingers and got his zipper hallway down wrapping one of her toned legs around his torso for leverage as she hovered over his body. Just like that things had gotten out of control as he felt at least two of her fingers running lengthwise across his fast thickening cock as he began to panic. He could use his considerable strength to toss the thin blonde off of him but he couldn't fathom possibly hurting a woman again in any capacity. "PATTY!!" It was Chelsea standing in the doorway and her voice caused Patty to stop for a minute and regard her best friend before turning back towards Brad. "Please, please let me get my hands on this amazing cock. It's all I ask Brad, please let me hold it... I'll do whatever you want if you let me touch you." He didn't immediately respond and she took that as permission and began tugging his zipper the rest of the way down as her other small hand breached his extra pair of pants and underwear. "Fuck you Chelsea; you know you're dying for this cock you bitch." Patty barked at her friend as she finally with great effort managed to pull his turgid erection from his pants revealing it in the dim light coming from a nearby window. "Damn, it's even better than I fucking remember. Look at this shit Chelsea!!" She had her thin fingers wrapped around the base of his member, her hands making it look larger by comparison. He looked nervously towards the curvy brunette and noticed the shocked look on her face and the way her arms were wrapped tightly around her body as Patty began jerking Brad's pride and joy with strong measured strokes. "I'm sorry." He blurted out causing the blonde to quickly attempt to kiss him again and succeed in getting her tongue into his mouth. She continued playing with him as he noticed Chelsea discarding her coat and slowly crawling onto the bed. "Yeah that's right, come and get it." Patty's voice was husky and triumphant as she waved his penis in front of her friend's eyes and open mouth. The thick brunette moving into a kneeling position on the other side of his body looking into her friend's clear blue eyes. "Don't be shy; come on Chelsea its right here. Look at this fucking dick and tell me you don't want to suck and play with it all day." Both girls looked down at his member which was so hard by this point that veins could be visibly seen on the surface. "I'm sorry Brad; really sorry but I need this too." He gasped as he felt himself enter her mouth and the intense sensation as she began sucking hard on his cock. She wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and slowly licked the underside of his shaft. Patty continued tugging on the exposed part of his dick. "I-I don't know about this. I don't know if I can do this." He pleaded as Patty turned her attention towards him. She was staring him down something fierce as she turned towards the bewildered jock. "You are rock hard Brad. You're so fucking hard; you could hammer nails with this shit." She spoke softly but the taunting lyrical nature of her voice was unmistakable. He felt what he assumed were Chelsea's hands cupping his balls and kneading them as he continued to moan from the stimulation. "But I can't help it, you're making me hard." He pleaded as Patty pushed his shirt up exposing his six pack and muscled pecks. She cooed as she rolled his erect nipples between her fingers. "Biology Tucker, fucking body doesn't lie. Don't you know that?" Outside, the rain continued to hammer the house and the pellets of water could be heard hitting the roof. "Give me some of this big dick too. You're so fucking greedy slut." She chastised Chelsea who reluctantly let his member slip out of her mouth. Precum and saliva flowed from the dazed teen's mouth onto his taunt stomach. "This isn't a dick, it's a cock. This is the big ass cock of a "REAL" man you whore." Patty ignored her friend and buried him in her throat ball deep in one complete motion and sucked as hard as she could before slowly dragging her lips along his meat until the fat head of his cock popped out of her mouth. The sensation was so intense that he arched his hips up towards the blonde's face missing the feel of her mouth on him for the few seconds it had been gone. "You liked that huh baby?" Patty swelled with pride at his reaction while Chelsea looked jealous and quickly took his balls into her mouth while she used two fingers to jerk his shaft. "Oh, uh that feels so good." He finally admitted as his body continued betraying him. The brunette took him into her mouth again as he watched Patty stand up on the bed sliding her small panties down her slender legs flinging them away with her foot. Loud slurping noises filled the room as Chelsea gave him a very wet and sloppy blowjob. Patty took a step across his body as he noticed her legs on either side of his head and looked up into her virtue. "Lick me Brad." She squatted hovering right over his face and leaned back across his chest until he had a straight view into her sex. Her lower lips were puffy and swollen with desire and she was clean shaven other than a few wisps of blonde hair. He cautiously stuck his tongue partially out and Patty wasted no time in pushing her throbbing cunt against his mouth. After a few moments he tentatively began lightly licking along her slit. "Oh fuck Chelsea, he's doing it! He's licking my little pussy." The blonde sounded excited and began pushing her crotch against his face as his tongue slipped between the folds of her vaginal lips. For some reason he found himself wanting to please the athletic blonde and pressed his tongue into her clit making her shiver all over. Patty leaned forward squatting on her haunches and used her fingers to pry her cunt open to feed him more of her lust. She shuddered and half laughed as she felt his tongue caress the grooves along her inner walls. The nimble cheerleader used her agility to actually fuck his tongue with her pussy and began to tremble with an oncoming orgasm. "Oh fuck, I think I'm about to-I think I'm about to ...FUUUCKK!!" Brad was surprised to find out that the childish blonde was a squirter as she came on his face with a sustained stream of her lust. Patty collapsed with both of her knees on either side of his head breathing heavily. Chelsea continued playing with his cock marveling at how he hadn't cum from her continual foreplay. His manhood was completely covered with saliva and precum as she forcefully jerked him. Maplewood Times: Patty & Chelsea "What's the matter bitch? Can't do your job? Can't get him off?" "Shut up!" "You can't do it can you bitch?" The rivalry between the two teens could be a little off putting at times and he chaffed at Patty's constant taunting of her best friend. He knew that Chelsea was one of the only people at Maplewood High who could tolerate the annoying blonde and the two were usually inseparable. He'd considered the duo the best of friends but Patty was making him angry with her treatment of her best friend. "Fuck you!" Chelsea suddenly shoved her friend off of the bed and he watched the thin blonde tumble head first onto the floor with a loud thump. The thin cheerleader seemed to be a little addled as her larger friend ran over to see if she was okay. "Fuck Patty, I'm sorry!" The girls quickly embraced and reconciled as Brad was amazed at how the duo went from one tangent of behavior to the other so quickly. "I'm sorry too, I was being a little bitch, sorry." "Is my face fucked up?" "'You're okay." "I know you're lying, I'm so like disfigured now!! " Patty was holding her cheeks as her taller friend knelt in front of her trying to comfort her panicking friend. "Tell her she's okay Brad!" He didn't respond verbally, but reached down and grabbed the light weight teen pulling her into his lap and planting a deep kiss on her lips running his tongue among her teeth until she opened her mouth wider and responded in kind. His hand naturally traveled upward to her perky breasts as he squeezed and kneaded the buoyant boob through her t-shirt. She moaned in his mouth as he felt the brunette's fingers rubbing up his thighs until his cock was firmly in hand. He continued playing with her breast while his other hand cupped her small, tight butt drawing her in for a deeper more sensual kiss. The lithe blonde gave herself over completely as her slender body relaxed leaning back into his chest while her friend was busy trying to get as much of his cock into her throat as humanly possible. "That's it right there, ooooh yeah right there Chelsea." Two fingers had been pushed into her snatch as her friend finger fucked her while simultaneously sucking hard on Brad's penis. Both Brad and Patty reached down and pulled Chelsea on top of them as they reclined back on the bed into a mutual make-out session. The trio continued making out trading partners indiscriminately and fondling one another with wild abandon. Both of the girls jumped off the bed with Patty quickly losing her t-shirt to proudly stand nude before the object of her lust. She was truly a work of athletic art with her slender build which held the promise of curves to come. Her pretty narrow face with its child-like features and big expressive blue eyes, her California tan, perky tits that were just at the threshold of being large, her smooth taunt stomach, narrow waist and thighs were sending shockwaves through his cock. He noticed that she had a piercing in her navel, a small glittering diamond and he wanted to kiss it, make out with it and put hickies all over her belly. "You like my piercing?" "Yeah, now turn around and let me get a look at that tight ass." "I don't have much unlike Chelsea here, but I know how to work it." She turned and placed her hands on the wall in a similar fashion to somebody being arrested. Her narrow hips merged with her small ass which still had perkiness to it, a bouncy little butt that he instantly wanted to have. "You like ass huh? Let me show you a REAL ASS Brad." Chelsea slid her granny panties down her legs smoothly and followed suit mimicking her friend's stance against the wall. She curiously left her sweater on and it rode up as she placed her palms high on the bedroom wall pushing her big ass out for his inspection. "Hey, I- I uh well ..." He stammered over his words not knowing if it was okay to ask a question that had been burning in his mind all afternoon. "What?" Chelsea noticed his confused look as well as Patty. "What's up with the old lady underwear?" He just had to ask and immediately regretted it afterward as Patty giggled while her friend looked embarrassed and the blonde was quick to answer for her buddy. "It's her mom, she won't let her wear anything else and I think it's a waste of a great ass don't you agree." He just nodded his head as he stared at Chelsea's luscious backside. "Mother says she's not raising whores in her house. She treats my little sister the same fucking way." The curvy brunette added. "One time I bought a thong just to see how it looked and she found it and-." Her voice trailed off. "Her mom whipped her big ole' butt with her dad's thick leather belt and grounded her for a month!!" Patty completed the sentence. "SHUT UP PATTY!!" Chelsea yelled. "Don't get mad bitch. Tell you what; I got a drawer full of thongs over there in the dresser. Why don't you put one on for Brad." She left the wall and found Brad's hand encircling her wrist. "Why don't you take this sweater off too?" He tugged at the helm of her wool sweater and she resisted him for a few moments before lifting the garment over her head and tossing it. "I don't have as much as Patty." She sounded apologetic as she stood before him with her hands covering her chest. He slowly pulled her hands down revealing her barely there chest covered in a brassiere that was nearly ceremonial in nature considering the near absence of defined breasts. She had a small borderline B-Cup that she was clearly ashamed of and he thought that they were perfect. "See, I told you they were little." He stood up cupping her chin and kissing her softly on the lips deftly slipping his tongue into her mouth silencing the brunette as his palm cupped one of her huge butt cheeks kneading it softly. "I thought you were going to model a thong for me." He ran his fingers through her curly brown mane of hair tugging on a few locks as she squeezed his cock which was still in a turgid state and pointed at her navel. "Don't peek Brad." She hopped over to the corner and went through the drawers tossing out a few items. He grabbed her friend and tossed her on the bed burying his face in her crotch and going directly for her clit. "Oooooh, take your time Chelsea, take your time aaaahhhHH!!" He'd become accustomed to her taste and was thirsty for more. Her fingers dug into his scalp pulling him forward into her most intimate of places. "Oh you better hurry up bitch cause I'm about to take this cock." Patty warned as her slender thighs were pushed up into her chest while his large hands cupped her butt. He was licking her in wide strokes, feasting on her essence. Her legs flailed about in the air as he lifted her lower half up and licked the girl from her ass to her clit making her moan and giggle at the same time. "Ready!!" He looked up from his impromptu meal at the same time as his blonde entrée. Chelsea had picked out a yellow Brazilian number that hugged her wide hips accentuating her small waist. She smiled and did a little spin so that he could see all of her bounty. The hot brunette smiled and repeated the spin again before placing her hands back on the wall again and immediately finding fingers rubbing and caressing the growing wet spot between her legs. She jumped a little bit when he unclasped her brassiere and pulled it free from her body rolling a nipple between his fingers. Patty locked her arms around the jock and began unbuttoning his shirt running her hands all over the washboard abs she had become quite fond of that rainy afternoon. His breathing became heavier as he used his cock to give Chelsea an impromptu spanking constantly kneading the abundant flesh of her hips and thighs. His fingers frantically pulled the back of the thong out of the crack of her big ass as he wrapped some of material just under the head of his member and began spearing the crevice between her cheeks. He continued this motion while raising his arms over his head so that Patty could remove his shirt. "You're not gonna make me beg are you, cause I will Brad." The brunette moaned as he continued sawing his cock along her crack. "Yeah, fuck that biatch good, PLEEEASE Brad." Patty chimed in as she ran her tongue up his spine. He became nervous when he felt the blonde getting too close to his ass and reached back grabbing a handful of her hair pulling her around where he could see her. Before she could protest, she found his tongue in her mouth and responded in kind kissing him as passionately as she could while he palmed her tight buns. "Please Brad; please shove your dick into me. Fuck me hard with that beautiful fat cock Brad." He didn't disappoint shoving a good four inches of himself into her before he met some resistance and making the stacked teen cry out in an intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure. "Oh fuck me; he's soooo fucking HARD Patty!!" "Shit, let me see that awesome cock fuck my friend's pussy." Her tiny fingers pried apart the olive colored cheeks so that she could view her best friend getting what amounted to nearly a coke can of girth stuffed into her vagina. It was slow going as he began fucking Chelsea pushing a little more of himself into her with each stroke and watching as she stood on her toes every time he entered her body. Soon he was bottoming out in the teen's suprisingly small cunt and was stroking her harder attempting to go balls deep inside her. "That looks so fucking good, can I have some?" Patty begged and took position next to her friend placing her palms flat against the wall. He didn't waste any time guiding his cock into her cunt and finding it so wet that he slid in without little to no resistance until his balls were slapping against the back of her narrow thighs. She was high energy in everything she did and the blonde eagerly bounced her tight buns back against his pelvis gleefully fucking the hell out of herself with his junk. He was soon matching her energy slamming into her wildly as she giggled and moaned. Chelsea started to get visibly agitated and cupped his chin planting a sensuous kiss on his lips and drawing his attention to her curvy tan body as she made a show of walking over to the disheveled bed and bending over it as her knees slowly rested on the hard wood floor. She casually continued leaning forward on her bell and looked back at the enthralled jock slowly licking her lips. "HEY NO FAIR CHELSEA!! I WASN'T THROUGH WITH THAT!!" Brad had yanked his glazed cock out of her honeypot and was already groping the enlarged bubbled cheeks of her lifelong friend. He had already draped his frame across hers resting on her back and obscuring her form with his muscled body as he was finally able to completely stuff the gasping girl. "Oh shit, I'm, I-I'm all YOUUUUURS!!" Her moans were matching his strokes as he took control of her body pushing down on her shoulders pinning her to the bed as he continued stuffing everything he had into the thick teen. Patty had jumped onto the bed watching the proceedings and getting more than a little irritated with the lack of attention being paid to her at the moment. She crawled across the bed wiggling her narrow butt in front of Brad's eyes and instantly despairing when he failed to even look up at her while plowing her friend. She settled down on the mattress with her legs on either side of her friend's head and grabbed a handful of brown hair lifting the girl's head and shoving Chelsea's face into her crotch. Her intent was clear and it didn't take long before all three were sexually connected with Brad taking Chelsea from behind while she lapped at her friend's cunt. "This is so fucking hot guys!!" Patty arched her back digging her fingers into the brown hair at her crotch and reveling in the feel of a familiar tongue caressing her clit. Brad was busy watching the bounce and sway of a marvelous pair of buttocks as they bounced against the base of his cock. She'd finally conformed and been stretched enough to take all of him and it was pure bliss. She cupped both of her friend's tight cheeks in her hands and lapped freely losing herself in an androgynous sexual coupling that had engulfed all three of them. "Oh keep doing that baby, I fucking love how you eat me you nasty whore." Tremors were beginning to erupt all over the lithe blonde's body as her friend ground her face deeper into her cunt. "I'm gonna cum all over your face you greedy bitch." Her nerve endings were on fire and Patty was losing herself in bliss. Her head was hanging off of the bed as she cupped both of her breasts rolling her sore nipples. She began to lose control with her low moans turning quickly into gasping screams as she climaxed squirting her lust all over Chelsea's face. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she nearly passed out squeezing and mashing her breasts together. He increased his pounding on Chelsea's buoyant cheeks as he felt his thighs tightening up in what was going to be a tremendous orgasm. "I'M CUUUMING!!" He yelled as he pulled out and began spraying his semen all over the big tan butt in front of him with some of it pooling in the small of the girl's back in three stamina draining bursts. Before she could move, he stepped up on the bed and squatted down over a barely conscious Patty. It only took a moment for her to take him into her mouth and clean his cock. He straddled her torso and began fucking her mouth as she pushed her tits around his cock which had begun to show signs of life. He cupped his hands over hers pulling and lightly twisting her nipples. Just as they were settling into a rhythm, he suddenly yanked his cock away and grabbed both of her calves pushing them into her chest as she felt his cock at her opening. "Can't get enough can you, huh baby?" Patty's taunts turned into moans as she felt the fat head of his cock push into her. "Nope, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you. I'm gonna make you cry and just SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Patty did a double take at his sudden aggression and screamed at the top of her lungs as he rammed himself home inside of her with such force that she was sure something had ripped inside of her body. He put all of his weight behind his cock as he continued rammed the now sobbing teen with all of his might filling the room with the brutal sounding pounding of their bodies into each other. He pushed her legs even further apart almost as if he were turning her into a wishbone and got up on his haunches driving his meat deeper than it had ever been as Patty dug her nails into his chest while tears of joy ran down her cheeks. "You're being too rough with her Brad." Chelsea was begging off for her friend. "No, this is what she told me she wanted. She's been begging for it all day and now she's gonna fuckin take all of it!!" His hands had hooked on Patty's shoulders as he continued driving himself into her like a Mack truck. "OOOOOOHHH MY GAAAAAWD!! (Sobbing and weeping loudly.) HE'S FUUUUCKING MY BRAINS OUT CHEL-(Sobbing EVEN LOUDER) CHELSEEEEEEAA!!" She was being mauled on the mattress side to side like a wild animal had gotten ahold of her. He was mesmerized by the sight of her bouncy breasts slapping against her collar bone and ribcage at a blur. He leaned over cradling the thin teen inn his arms and blanketing her under his muscled frame. His tongue found its way into her mouth easily and the two made out passionately as he ground himself into her chaffing the skin around her vagina with his pelvic bone. "C-Cum." "What was that Patty?" He continued grinding into her and making out with her. He ran his tongue from her throat to her cheek creating a sticky film of saliva on her face. "Cum, I want you to F-FUUUUCKING CUM BRAAAD!!" His next couples of pounds were extra hard making the thin girl underneath him almost sound like she was hiccupping. "What? I can't hear you so you'll have to speak louder." "Pl-PLEEEEASSSE CUM D-Daddy!! PLEEAASSE CUM IN MY LITTLE PUSSY!!" He ignored her cries and continued working the sobbing girl over. Chelsea had crawled up onto the bed and was sitting on the back of her calves watching the proceedings while rubbing her pert little breasts. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy...PLEEASE CUM!!" He'd placed both of his large hands on the top of her head and was pushing down in cadence with his thrusts up into her soaked vagina. The poor girl had begun gushing jets of her cum as he relentlessly assaulted her with his cock. Every time he would push into her torrents of her cum would splash out. "You want me to cum you little bitch?" "Y-Y-YEEEEESSS D-DDDAAAAADY!!" Her face was beet red as he continued pounding into her snatch unabated. "Can I cum on your pretty little face bitch?" "YYYYEEEEEESSSS!! CUM ON MY FUCKIN FACE BRAAAD!! DROWN ME IN YOUR FUCKIN' CUUUUUM D-DAAAADY!!" "Alright Patty, here it CUUUMS!! FUCK ME AAAAARRGHHH!!" He quickly yanked his cock from her gaping hole and squatted over Patty as he began to spray his seed all over her face and sweat drenched blonde hair. The red faced blonde's features were completely glazed over with a thick coat of his jizz as she brought both of her hands up to her chest panting. She looked like a discarded rag doll lying there with her legs still wide apart and motionless other than the subtle rise and fall of her chest. "Wow Brad, you've completely fucked the living shit out of her man." Chelsea looked worried as she surveyed the damage to her thin friend. "Are you sure, I could go again if she wants." He sounded subdued and somewhat apologetic. To emphasize his statement, he ran a single finger along the puffy, bloated lips of her gaped vagina. "NO!! Please no more daddy, I'll be good. I promise." The naked teen rolled on her side facing away from him and curled into a fetal position. Chelsea giggled at her friend's predicament. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt her." Brad continued sounding somewhat distraught. Chelsea noticed this time watching as he stuffed his massive member back into his pants. "Brad, are you okay?" "I-I just thought that she wanted to be fucked real hard like that. I didn't know I was gonna hurt her Chelsea, I really didn't mean it." "Don't worry about her, are you okay?" He was fidgeting as he nervously retrieved his shirts from the floor and slipped them over his head. "I didn't mean it Chelsea; you gotta make her believe that." She noticed that he was breathing heavily. "Hey, Patty's okay alright, she's just fine Brad." She grabbed both of his arms for emphasis and he looked dead into her eyes. She could see the shock on his face. "I'll lick her pussy and make it feel better if you guys don't tell." He stammered trembling a little bit. Patty had rolled on her back and was staring at the disheveled looking jock. "What's wrong Brad; you look sick, you want something to drink?" His eyes were watery as if he were on the verge of tears. "Yeah, go get him some water Chelsea." Patty managed to speak as he friend half ran out of the room to the kitchen. When her BFF was gone, she directed her gaze towards Brad narrowing her eyes. "Hey motherfucker, you want me to tell Red?" She half whispered. His silent reaction confirmed her suspicions as he looked as if he would vomit when he heard his ex-girlfriend's name. "No Patty, please don't tell Red about this." Tears were already running down his face. "Okay, okay asswipe; but you OWE ME BIG TIME you hear BRAAAD?" The look on her face was as cold as ice and he almost pissed himself right there in the bedroom. "Yes Patty, I owe you. That's cool if you want me to owe you because I'll do anything you say if you don't tell Red about getting fucked by me. I think you're one of the nicest people in the whole world Patty. Please don't tell Red and hey; I got like a few dollars for you and everything." He fished around in his pocket and found about sixty dollars in crumpled up bills. Maplewood Times: Patty & Chelsea "Put that fuckin shit away bitch. All things considered and given what we've done here this afternoon, I ain't a whore." He shoved the money back into his pocket so fast that he skinned a couple of his fingers just as Chelsea walked in with a tumbler of ice water. "Everything okay in here?" She could immediately feel the tension in the room. "Five by five booty girl, Brad drink your water." He took the tumbler in trembling hands drinking deeply and never taking his eyes off of Patty who was slowly pulling a sheet across her nude body. Some of the water was spilt on the floor and he continued holding the tumbler until Chelsea gingerly took it from him. "You don't look so hot; want to lay down for a little bit?" She ran her hand across his chest trying to feel his pecks and noticed that he flinched. "Leave him alone Chelsea, he's tired. You do have to be somewhere right Brad?" She was leading the conversation and he nodded silently walking past the thick brunette who was perplexed and followed him out. "Hey you don't have to go; we can have some more fun together." She pleaded as he began to put on his coat barely acknowledging her presence. "Brad?" He pulled his zipper up as she attempted to tug on his sleeve. He was almost zombie like in his determination to dress himself and leave the cabin. "Hey, come on don't go away. HEY!! What'd she say to you in there?" She grabbed at his hood as he turned the doorknob forcing him to look back into her eyes. "Nothing, can I please leave now?" The look on his face was desperate and she didn't want to alienate the damaged jock. She reached around him and opened the door. It was dark out and had started raining again. It was quiet in the living room and the rain could be heard hitting the roof. Chelsea got on her tip toes and gave him a light peck on the cheek. "Thanks." He paused for a moment looking into the cheerleader's pretty face perhaps searching for something unknown, intangible before pulling his hood over his head and stepping out into the rain. She watched as the jock walked hunched over out of the yard and across the interstate before closing the door. Patty had weakly stepped out of the bedroom cleaning her face with her t-shirt. "We could've at least took him home Patty." "Fuck 'em, we got what we wanted didn't we?" She was still nude and her thin from was testament to the rough sex she'd engaged in for the better part of the afternoon. Chelsea watched from the front window following him with her eyes until he disappeared from sight. "It's just that; well something could happen to him and-OOOWWW!!" Patty had slapped one of her large butt cheeks. "Enough with the bullshit, he can't hear you bitch." "He did have a HUGE FUCKIN' COCK huh?" Chelsea smiled as her friend took her hand. "Yeah, he nearly killed me with that thing. I told you the good cop, bad cop routine works every time." Both girls laughed. "Yeah, you're right. Say, what do you think really happened to that poor guy? " The tall brunette was genuinely puzzled. "Who cares? But it worked out for us didn't it? Red treated us like shit and we got ours anyway girlfriend. "Patty chaffed at the memory of the harsh treatment she'd received during Brad's gangbang and how she'd been chased from the head cheerleader's home at gunpoint. "You think she'll find out?" "Whatever they did to him fucked him up REAL good; Brad ain't talking about this EVER! Come on baby, let's get cleaned up." The thin blonde took her friend's hand in hers and they shared a quick passionate kiss before going off to the shower to wash the dried up cum from their bodies. "You know Chelsea; I could see myself running the squad someday." "You'd better not let Melissa hear you saying that." The shower was standing room only and the girls were mashed in closely together as Patty reached around her friend and turned on the water. The girls would spend the rest of the evening cuddling and enjoying one another's company as best friends and lovers. ***** Brad stood in front of the door knocking and was shocked when Sheriff Reed answered. He was immediately wary of the tall beefy man who shared his daughter's red hair and mean streak. He was in uniform and Brad recalled that he'd never really seen the angry looking man out of uniform. "Is Red here sir?" He was afraid knowing that the sheriff had never approved of their relationship but chancing a late visit to her house anyway. "She's not here boy, Melissa's gone to church." "Thank you sir, could you tell her I came by?" The sheriff had already slammed the door before he'd completed his sentence.