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When Denzil Met Tanya

By: hobrigef



Denton High. A typical American high school in a typical American town. Some kids liked it, some didn't. No surprises there. 

Amongst the boys, there was the usual mix of jocks, geeks and normals. The jocks bullied the geeks, the geeks kind of huddled together for protection, and the normals ignored the both of them. That was pretty much the scene. The different groups had little in common, so the demarcations made a weird kind of sense. 

There was one thing, however, which united ALL the boys ... jocks, geeks and normals alike. They all of them lusted endlessly after Tanya Richardson.

Tanya Richardson. Head Cheerleader. 18 years old and drop dead gorgeous. Queen Bee. 

HCs tend to be the prettiest girl in school, of course, but Tanya Richardson was something else. The spoilt only child of wealthy parents, Tanya was blessed with a face of heart stopping beauty and a body to make grown men tremble. She was an object of intense desire for every boy at DH. Most of the male teachers too, if truth be told. Wherever she went, Tanya was the centre of boys' adoring attention, the focus of adolescent, hormone fuelled yearning. 

Tanya knew this, of course. How could she not? 

She'd known she was a beautiful girl for about as long as she could remember (everyone was always telling her so!) but her awareness of what that really meant ... more precisely, the shattering impact she could have on the male of the species ... had not fully dawned until one day last July. She'd been chatting at home to Morris Briggs, an old friend of her parents who'd popped in to see her father about something. His timing was out (her parents had gone shopping) but he stayed for a while and the two of them talked about school ... how she was doing, plans for the future ... stuff like that. It was a hot day during the summer vac and Tanya was wearing cut off shorts and a skimpy, spaghetti strap top. As Tanya chattered away to Mr Briggs about nothing in particular, she noticed how his gaze kept straying to her long, shapely legs ... to her breasts, almost tumbling out of the revealing top ... and then back again to her legs. His face became flushed and his hands were shaking as he sipped the coffee she'd made him. Tanya didn't fancy Morris one bit (he was old enough to be her father, after all) but she found herself enjoying this situation. With a flash of insight, she knew ... knew full well ... that SHE was the cause of the poor man's discomfort, and the knowledge both delighted and excited her. Suddenly feeling very naughty, Tanya openly flirted with Morris, testing her new found powers, started to tease him with her body movements on the sofa. It had the desired effect. The more poor old Mr Briggs squirmed in a painfully obvious mixture of lust and embarrassment, the more she found she enjoyed it. She felt amused and in complete control the whole time she was tormenting him. It was delicious!

When school resumed in September, Tanya had a new wardrobe (full of outfits calculated to drive the boys crazy) and a new attitude. She worked hard, got good grades, led an active social life (hooked up with big bad Brad Phelps, no less!) but all that was kind of secondary. Because the episode with Morris Briggs in the summer had triggered something in Tanya Richardson (something rather wicked) and the thing she devoted most of her energies to ... her hobby, if you like ... was torturing boys. And one poor boy in particular was destined to suffer most cruelly at her hands. Denzil Harris.

Brad Phelps and Denzil Harris. Super jock and super geek. The embodiment of the opposite ends of the Denton High pecking order. One at the top, master of all he surveyed, and one at the very bottom. 

******

Now towards the end her final year, Tanya was having a whale of a time. The position of Head Cheerleader had fallen to her quite naturally (there really was no competition, as the other girls were all too aware) and she was thoroughly enjoying the role. Rehearsals were twice a week. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, Tanya and the six other members of the squad ... her "backing group" as she condescendingly referred to them ... would slip on their sexy little CL outfits and go practice in the sports hall. Word soon spread amongst the boys that here was a chance to watch Tanya Richardson gyrating around in a very short skirt, white knee socks and a tight, low cut tee shirt. Before too long they were must see events, these rehearsals, right up there with Sunday's match. Every Tuesday and Thursday, as the one pm start time drew closer, the hall would fill up with boys. By the time the squad came out to perform, there'd be a large crowd of spectators – and every single one of them was there to ogle the drop dead gorgeous Tanya Richardson.   

This particular Thursday was no different as Tanya and the squad strutted their stuff, with the boys looking on.

And Tanya was LOVING it, as always. Being the focus of such male adoration was confirmation of her beauty, and she got a thrilling sense of power knowing the boys were there for HER. She loved the feeling of being desired by all these horny, drooling boys. As she performed, she liked to imagine what the boys were thinking and feeling. Their cocks stiffening as they watched her dance ... breasts jiggling in the flimsy top ... knickers flashing under her short skirt as she twirled around. Did they store away these images and beat themselves off later, fantasising about fucking her? Did they spend every waking hour thinking about her? And did it torture them that they couldn't have her? That she was reserved for Brad Phelps? Oh the joy of being a hot like fire eighteen year old girl at High School!

Brad never came to the CL rehearsals. For one thing, as the star quarterback on the football team, it would have been beneath him ... and Brad Phelps NEVER did things he considered beneath him. Plus, of course, he had no need to go around pathetically lusting after Tanya Richardson because he could fuck her pretty much anytime he wanted. He knew his gorgeous girlfriend enjoyed having the boys panting over her, that she got a kick out of cock teasing them, but he didn't mind one bit. Just made it even more of a bang for him, that HE was the guy who got to do, on a regular basis, what every boy in school could only dream of doing. Yes, Brad had to admit that he got off on the idea of Tanya deliberately tormenting the other boys, and he encouraged her to be a tease. Sometimes, when they made out, Tanya would gently stroke his dick and tell him how she'd been driving the boys wild that particular day, how she'd worn a short skirt, say, which flaunted her legs ... how she'd tantalised the boys during study period, perched on a desk in her little short skirt, crossing and uncrossing her luscious legs. Hearing Tanya whisper stuff like that, as her soft fingers snaked inside his pants, blew Brad's mind ... a few minutes later, he'd be exploding inside her like a volcano.

Someone who DID go watch cheerleading practice ... never missed one ... was Denzil Harris. There were geeks, super geeks, and then there was poor little Denzil Harris. Denzil worshipped the ground Tanya Richardson walked on and his adoration was made all the more intense by the sad fact (which he fully recognised) that she was so stratospherically out of his league. In truth, all girls were out of Denzil's league ... he didn't get so much as a sniff of that sort of thing ... but it didn't stop him fantasising. Made him fantasise all the more, if anything, since his default condition was acute sexual frustration. Tanya was, to his eyes, a goddess. She'd never spoken to him except for the one time she'd come across Brad and that bastard Mickey bullying him (when she'd done him no favours) but it didn't matter. She'd probably forgotten that, he thought ... probably didn't know he even existed ... but Denzil kind of accepted his lowly status and tried to content himself with his fantasies. He was quite durable in his own way. Even that thing with Jennifer Clark and the "needle dick" photos ... those awful few weeks of non stop teasing and humiliation after Jennifer did that ... well he'd survived it, hadn't he?

******

Denzil was wrong about Tanya, as it happens, because she HAD noticed him. She always did. It amused her no end, the number of geeks who came to ogle her at CL practice, and Denzil she recognised as the saddo who Brad was always persecuting. It was true she hadn't spoken to him since the incident a few months back ... an incident she very much did remember since it had kind of gotten her and Brad together ... but, you know, why on earth would she? ... geeks like Denzil were no more than insects as far as Tanya was concerned. Seeing him again now, standing there watching her, with his eyes on stalks and his tongue hanging out, Tanya couldn't help laughing to herself at what had happened that afternoon. She'd walked into what she thought was an empty study room, intending to catch up on some stuff, and there was Denzil cowering on the floor in front of Brad and another jock, Mickey Roberts. 

Mickey Roberts was prodding Denzil in the ribs with his toe ... not really hurting him but clearly threatening to. "Aw, no Mickey, don't," Denzil was pleading, as Tanya walked in.

The three boys looked in her direction. "Hey Tans," grinned Brad, eying her appreciatively, seeming to forget about Denzil for the moment. "Hi," pouted Tanya, returning the look. Brad was the hunkiest boy in school and she'd been thinking for a while that she wouldn't mind dating him. She fancied him rotten for one thing and (what was better) she knew every other girl did too. The thought of going around with Brad Phelps, making all the other girls even more wildly jealous of her than they were already, was a very appealing notion. 

"So what are you guys up to?" she asked, glancing down at Denzil, a sardonic look on her achingly lovely face. 

"Do you know Denzil, Tans?" grinned Brad. "Don't believe I do," said Tanya, playing along. "Hey Denzil," she said, grinning down at him. 

"Say hi to Tanya, Denz," said Mickey, and he gave Denzil a sharp prod in the ribs with his foot.

"Hi Tanya," grunted Denzil. He was looking up at her with a beseeching expression and Tanya could see the poor boy was desperately hoping she would put a stop to what was going on. Which she could of course, Brad and Mickey (like all boys!) would behave pretty much how she indicated pleased her the most. Realising poor little Denzil's fate was in her hands, Tanya decided to have some fun. The studying could wait.

"What are you doing on the floor, Denzil? You tired or something?" she asked, still grinning at him.

"No, I want to get up but they wwwon't let me," said Denzil, pathetically.

"Aw Brad, why won't you let poor Denzil get up off the floor?" pouted Tanya.

Brad grinned. "Cos he's a fucking little worm, baby, that's why." "Yeah, that's right," added Mickey, with another prod in the ribs. Harder this time, for Tanya's benefit.

"Hear that, Denzil?" said Tanya, "the guys think you're a worm. Are you a worm, Denzil?"

"Nnno, Tanya," he mumbled. 

Brad and Mickey, seeing Tanya was happy to join in, were grinning at each other and preparing to really enjoy themselves. "Well I don't think you're a worm either," said Tanya. A cruel pause then, smiling ... "I think you're more of a little doggy."

The two jocks exploded with laughter. 

"Yeah, Denzil the Dog. Has a nice ring to it, that does," said Brad, winking at Tanya. "Say, Tans, what do you think we should do with the little doggy?"

Tanya looked down at Denzil. God he was pathetic. She flashed a wicked grin. "Get on all fours and go woof, doggy," she ordered. 

Denzil did so. On hands and knees, he started making dog noises. "And scamper around a bit like a proper doggy," prodded Tanya, grinning at Brad and Mickey. Poor Denzil did as he was told. Scampered around the room on all fours in a pathetic dog impersonation, with Brad and Mickey jeering him on. 

"Hey, Denzil's a dog!"

"Go doggy go!"

Tanya giggled at the pathetic spectacle. What a dork the guy was! She was relishing Denzil's humiliation, also enjoying how the two jocks were kind of competing for her attention and approval. Brad was going to be the winner there ... she'd pretty much decided that ... but it was fun to lead that ugly brute Mickey on too.

Brad and Mickey were kicking Denzil now. Hard kicks to his ribs and his backside. Denzil was yelping in pain and starting to cry. Tanya settled into a chair and got comfortable. She crossed her legs teasingly in her short skirt and watched the cruel spectacle, giggling and clapping ... egging the two bullies on. She couldn't believe that, even as he was being kicked around, Denzil was still pathetically trying to make like a dog. What a loser!

"Aw stop it guys, you're hurting him," she said, finally. Brad and Mickey reluctantly stopped the kicking. They stood looking sheepishly at Tanya, thinking they'd perhaps gone too far. Was she angry with them now? Had they blown it with her?

They needn't have worried.

"Anyway, he's MY little dog. Aren't you Denzil?" she grinned, to yelps of laughter from Brad and Mickey. Denzil didn't reply. Just stayed on all fours, looking down at the floor ... the floor that he wished would open up and swallow him. 

"Aren't you Denzil?" she mocked, making the poor boy answer. "Yes Tanya," mumbled poor, humiliated Denzil.

Tanya sat there smiling, letting Denzil stew, enjoying her power. She liked how Brad and Mickey were ogling her legs, gave them both a flirtatious look. Gave Brad a VERY flirtatious look! She noticed that poor little Denzil, despite his undignified position, was also staring at her legs. That amused Tanya no end. As if.

"You've got GREAT legs, Tans, you know that?" said Brad, grinning wolfishly over at her. Brad had his foot resting on Denzil's stomach but, other than that, the poor little geek was forgotten again. Tanya glanced down at the subject of his compliment. She uncrossed her legs, slowly crossed them again ... skirt riding a little way further up her thighs. She gave him her best come on smile. "Have I, sugar?" she pouted. It had the effect she intended. Brad wanted her badly, she could see that. So did Mickey but, you know, tough. 

"Say Tans, how about you and me going out this evening?" Brad said.

Normally, Tanya would have treated a question like that with disdain. Made the boy asking it jump through a few hoops before turning him down. But this was Brad Phelps. She liked his confidence, his air of entitlement ... something they had in common. 

"Mmmm, well let's see. Think I should check with my little doggy, don't you?" She winked at Brad, completely ignoring Mickey now. 

"Sure baby," chuckled Brad. 

"So Denzil, what do you say? Is it okay if I go on a date with Brad tonight?"

"Guess so," mumbled poor Denzil, for whom the thought of going on a date with Tanya Richardson was a sort of unattainable heaven. How he wished he was Brad instead of his poor, pathetic self!

"Cos I won't if you don't want me to," said Tanya, grinning at Brad who was killing himself laughing. Mickey Roberts was looking a bit disgruntled and out of it. 

"I dddo want you to."

"You sure, Denzil?"

"Yes Tanya," he stuttered.

"Well beg then. You know, like a good little doggy. Crawl over here and beg me to go out with Brad tonight."

Brad was loving this. "Yeah Denzil, let's hear you fucking beg! C'mon you're Tanya's dog, she OWNS you remember."

Denzil crawled over to the giggling Tanya, helped by a serious kick up the rear from Brad. "Please Tanya, ppplease go out with Brad tonight."

"Um okay. And should I be his girlfriend too?" she pouted.

"Yes Tanya, I want you to be Brad's girlfriend. Please be his gggirlfriend, Tanya."

Tanya kept poor Denzil grovelling at her feet, pleading and begging, for a few minutes. What a scream ... flirting with Brad, making Mickey jealous and totally humiliating Denzil all at the same time. She couldn't stop giggling. Oh the power! 

Time to go though. "Okay sugar, pick me up at seven," she pouted to Brad as she got to her feet. "See you Denz," she said, grinning down at the poor, humiliated geek. "Hey, kiss my foot before I go," she giggled and she slipped one foot out of its shoe, pushed it lazily into Denzil's face, allowed him to kiss it a couple of times. "Seven," she repeated, for Brad's benefit, then she sashayed out of the room, wiggling her bum as she went. The three boys followed her with longing eyes, Brad looking very happy, the other two rather less so. "Bye Tans," shouted Mickey as she was leaving. Tanya didn't reply.

******

Yeah that'd been fun thought Tanya as she finished up the routine and, along with the rest of the girls, trooped off to the showers. Poor little Denzil. She was meeting Brad later, after school, and she was expecting that he'd be bringing up the subject of the senior prom. Only just over a week away now and, as always, the talk of the school. Who'd be going with who? What was the music going to be like? Who was going to drink too much and get slaughtered? What would Tanya Richardson be wearing? All that sort of thing. Everyone was assuming that Brad and Tanya would be going as a couple ... the King and Queen, as it were ... and of course they would be, but Tanya was planning a little something extra, something rather fiendish. Involving, as it happens, Denzil Harris. Tonight, she planned to run it by Brad and she was feeing slightly nervous about his reaction. To her, the plan she'd evolved was a masterpiece which would, if executed correctly, be the funniest thing ever. But Brad might not see it like that. Tanya hoped and prayed that he did because she was turned on like never before at the prospect of doing this particular thing to Denzil, and the sight of the sad little geek yet again drooling over her at CL practice ... clearly sick with longing ... only made her more determined that it should happen. She needed Brad to agree, however, since he was an integral part of the whole scenario.

Meeting up with Brad had not lost its thrill for Tanya. She could never quite make up her mind which she liked best ... dating and making out with the school hunk, or the obvious jealousy it stirred up in the other girls ... that she was doing it and they weren't. Tanya loved making other girls jealous, especially the plain ones, the ones who never got any interest from boys. Tanya felt so superior to girls like that and she liked to let them know it. Like on that very first date with Brad, for example, which she remembered as if it were yesterday. He'd picked her up in his car at seven, as agreed, and she'd asked him to take her to the Rocket Bar in the centre of town. The RB was a favourite hangout of Tanya's. She went there sometimes with the other cheerleaders (all pretty girls but not in her league) and basked in the attention of the predominantly male clientele. You got the older guys in there (not boys from school) and Tanya always had a good time leading them on. She was known as a cock tease, of course, but that didn't stop the guys trying, every time she appeared. The other CL girls played the same games, competed with each other in the "drive the men crazy" stakes, but they all paled next to Tanya. 

When she and Brad walked into the RB that night, she had her usual impact. Every guy in the place drank in the vision of the drop dead gorgeous Tanya Richardson dressed to kill. The skin tight designer jeans, the skimpy crop top which flaunted her luscious breasts and her flat, toned, lightly tanned belly. She looked like a wet dream. Seeing she was with a guy (Brad) rather than her usual girly group, the men looked disappointed but it didn't stop them ogling. Would be no more than that though, tonight, what with the size and stature of Brad Phelps ... obviously her new boyfriend. Tanya grinned around the place, sensing (and enjoying) their dismay that she was hitched, lapping up the usual longing stares.   


When Denzil Met Tanya



They took a table and Tanya was pleased to see that a fellow DH girl, Brenda Gonzales, was waitressing this evening. Brenda was a plain, dumpy looking girl from a poor family, working her way through school. The contrast with the rich and beautiful Tanya Richardson couldn't be greater. It was cruel, really, how one girl could have so much while another had so little, and Tanya always enjoyed rubbing it in with girls like poor Brenda. She'd already heard that Brenda had got a job down here and had been really looking forward to her next visit with the CL gang ... would be amusing, the poor girl having to slave away the whole night serving tables, while she and her CL pals enjoyed themselves, dancing and drinking, flirting with all the hunky men. Still, maybe some other time, because how much worse for poor Brenda (and therefore even more amusing!) to see her out on a date with the school super hunk. 

"Hey, isn't that Brenda Gonzales?" said Brad, looking around the room.

"Yeah, she works here now," replied Tanya. "Hey, you don't fancy her do you, sugar?"

"C'mon Tans, what do you think? Is a guy going out with the hottest girl in school gonna be interested in a moose like Brenda Gonzales?"

Tanya giggled. "Aw poor girl, she's not that bad is she? She fancies YOU like mad, honey. We've all heard her talking about it. Going on and on about how lush you are, about what a total dreamboat that Brad Phelps is."

Brad let out a half snort, half chuckle. "Tans baby, I wouldn't give Brenda one if she was the last chick on the fucking planet. Trust me. Hey, here she comes! Oh god, look what she's got on!"

Brenda had made her way to their table, pad in hand. The waitresses at RB had to wear a kind of all red uniform ... short skirt and halter top ... which was meant to look sexy for the benefit of the male clientele. On Brenda Gonzales, however, it looked anything but, as the girl herself was sadly aware. Normally she wouldn't mind too much but faced with the prospect of serving the gorgeous Tanya Richardson and the boy she dreamt about all the time, Brad Phelps, poor Brenda felt painfully inferior and self conscious. 

"Hey Bren, nice outfit ... really suits you," said Tanya, smiling sweetly.

"Um thanks, Tanya," muttered Brenda, knowing she was being made fun of. 

Tanya snuggled into Brad, who draped a powerful arm around her shoulders. "Think you know Brad don't you, Brenda?" she grinned.

"Um, yeah, hi Brad," said Brenda, blushing. She couldn't help but notice how Tanya had her hand gently resting on Brad's leg. Kind of like she owned him. 

"Hi Bren, how you doing?" said Brad.

"Okay," mumbled poor Brenda. Which had been true a few minutes ago but was far from the case now. Tanya had started to squeeze and stroke Brad's muscular thigh through his jeans. Oh how Brenda wished she could trade places!

"So, any chance of a couple of drinks?" said Tanya, continuing to stroke Brad's leg. 

"Um, sure," mumbled Brenda. She was blushing furiously now.

"Great," said Tanya, thoroughly enjoying this. She carried on smiling at Brenda, saying nothing further. Brenda, feeling more and more uncomfortable, cleared her throat a couple of times. She was feeling too ashamed to speak and wished that Tanya would hurry up and order.

"Well?" drawled Tanya, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to ask us what we're drinking?"

"Um yeah, sorry Tanya. So what do you guys want?"

Tanya turned to Brad and grinned. "The waitress is asking what we'd like to drink. How about a nice cold beer, honey? Would you like that?"

"Sure babe, that'd be good," said Brad, struggling to keep a straight face.

"Okay, so run along and bring us a couple of beers." ordered Tanya, talking to Brenda as if she was no more than a servant.

Brenda, desperate to get away, just nodded and walked off in the direction of the bar. "Oh waitress!" called Tanya, when Brenda was maybe halfway across the room but still in earshot. Brenda turned around to see Tanya waving at her. Once she had Brenda's attention, Tanya stopped waving and summoned her back ... didn't say anything, just wiggled her finger. When the wretched Brenda returned to their table, she found Tanya and Brad wrapped in a passionate kiss. Again she found couldn't speak ... poor girl had to stand there, completely ignored, while Brad snogged Tanya's face off for what seemed like an eternity. Brenda had long dreamed of being kissed by a handsome boy like Brad Phelps ... had fantasised many times about Brad himself, let's be honest ... and it was cruel seeing him so obviously crazy about Tanya. Brenda was consumed with jealousy.

Tanya finally broke off from Brad, pushed him playfully away. "Stop it honey, can't you see the waitress is back?" she giggled.

"Screw the waitress, baby. I'm busy," grunted Brad.

Tanya chuckled. "Yeah well I'm sure she'd love that, sugar, but maybe some other time. Look, I called her back over ... thought you might be hungry ... thought you might, you know, wanna order some peanuts or something."

Brad grinned, started nuzzling Tanya's neck. "Only thing I wanna eat is you, baby girl," he growled. Tanya looked up at poor Brenda. "Boys!" she giggled, rolling her eyes, Brad now nibbling away at her ear. 

Not having being actually dismissed, Brenda couldn't move, had to keep standing there. After a while Brad broke off and looked at her. A horrible, sneering type of look. "Look, can't you see me and Tans are on a date? Why don't you just ... you know ... just kind of fuck off and bring us the beers?"

Brenda turned and stumbled off, Brad and Tanya half killing themselves laughing as they watched the unfortunate girl go. 

"Oh god, that was funny! Poor cow. You are SUCH a bitch, baby, you know that?" said Brad. 

Tanya just giggled.

****** 

Finishing up her shower now, Tanya smiled as she recalled how that memorable first date had ended up with them going back to his place for a couple of hours, taking advantage of the fact his parents and little brother were away, and Brad had the house to himself for a few days. 

In the car, they'd laughed at the cruel stunt they'd pulled when Brad signed for the check (which came to twenty bucks). "What about something for our little waitress?" said Tanya, winking at Brenda. Brad had grunted and took a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet, let Brenda get a close up view of what both he and Tanya knew was a fortune to the poor girl. He fingered the bill for a while, teasing Brenda with it, smiling at her as if he was about to give it to her.

"God, did you see the fucking look on her face when I finally put the hundred away and tossed her the fifty cent piece?" chuckled Brad, as he swung the car into the driveway of his parents' mansion. "Talk about disappointment!" he smirked.

"Poor Brenda," giggled Tanya, thinking how much fun it was, as a girl, to be rich AND pretty. Like she'd probably spent more on the shoes she was wearing tonight than Brenda would get to spend on herself in her whole lifetime. And if she wanted to buy another pair tomorrow ... another dozen pairs! ... all she had to do was put it on her father's charge card. Daddy would do anything for his little girl and Tanya had him wrapped around her little finger. 

The two of them had been necking pretty much the whole time at the RB and they were very hot for each other by this point. 

Tanya remembered how it'd been that first time. 

Within five minutes flat she was wrapped naked in Brad's brawny arms on the sofa, her heart thumping fast, hot blood thrumming through her veins. Her pussy leaked onto her smooth, inner thighs as she eagerly received his probing kisses. She sucked on his tongue as it slithered in and out of her mouth. She clamped onto his lower lip, gnawing and suckling. Brad had slid off her at one point and rolled onto his powerful back, his stiff cock whipping to and fro. Tanya straddled him with a lustful look in her eyes, her breasts heaving with mounting excitement. Brad had grinned and reached up to give both her tits a firm squeeze. Tanya moaned and ground her sopping wet pussy against his throbbing erection. Reaching behind her, she attempted to direct his cock into the entrance of her pussy, but Brad had stopped her. 

"Not yet baby. First I want you to wrap those beautiful lips of yours around my big dick." 

With a wicked grin that caused Brad's balls to ache, Tanya slowly kissed her way down his bronzed chest, nibbling and licking as she went. The big jock moaned his appreciation as she tongued his ripped six pack, one muscle at a time. Meanwhile, her silky soft fingers were worked their magic over his cock ... stroking, squeezing, caressing. Tanya felt intoxicated like never before. She could smell her own juices on his cock. The smell excited her and she wanted to taste it ... to feel his big, hard cock in her mouth. She wanted to suck his cock ... to toy with it ... to drive Brad crazy with desire until he could take no more. Then she'd let him take her ... take her completely.

******

After fucking each other's brains out, they'd lain for a while just chatting.

"Hey, did you like this afternoon? ... you know, when I made Denzil Harris act like a dog?" Tanya asked.

"Total scream, baby," grinned Brad.

"So, did you carry on messing with him after I left?"

"Yeah we had some fun with the little bastard, let's put it that way."

"Bet you did too!" giggled Tanya. "What'd'ya get up to then? C'mon sugar, tell me, I wanna know."

"What, all of it?"

"Tell me the worst thing. What was the worst thing you guys did to the poor boy?"

"Okay, you remember how you got him to kiss your foot? ... you know, just before you went?"

"Yeah, so what?" giggled Tanya

"Well that gave us an idea."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What, you made him kiss your feet too?"

"Um, sort of," chuckled Brad. "It was Mickey's idea, really."

"So poor Denzil had to kiss Mickey's foot?"

"Er, not exactly Tans ... not his foot."

"Tell me, you bastard," giggled Tanya, softly stroking Brad's dick which was getting hard again.

"Oh yeah baby, those fingers of yours ... feels soooo good," groaned Brad.

"Tell me then, or I'll stop," she said, pouting teasingly.

"His butt, actually."

"Oh yuck!" squealed Tanya in delight.

"Yeah, can you believe it? Mickey dropped his pants and bent over, and we got Denzil to kneel down behind him and kiss his bare ass. Not just kiss it either ... made him get his tongue right up there in the crack."

"And Denzil did it?"

"Yeah, too fucking right he did it. Probably 'cos I made it clear that we'd beat the living crap out of him if he didn't."

"Omigod!" said Tanya, continuing to play with Brad's cock, enjoying the feel of it ... the way it was growing in her palm, as she stroked and gently squeezed it. It was a delicious feeling, making out with the school hunk and hearing how he could torture geeks like Denzil. She decided to carry on teasing his cock a while longer, and then she'd let him screw her again. A slow, sweet fuck this time, so she could really savour his yummy, male body. She thought about Brenda Gonzales probably still slaving away back at the RB, how she was enjoying something that girls like poor Brenda could only dream of, and that excited her all the more. 

"Yeah, the poor bastard. Mickey hasn't got the freshest ass in the world either ... you shoulda seen him gagging!"

"Aw, poor little Denzil," giggled Tanya. "Licking out Mickey Robert's ass. Urgh!"

"Anyway, we kept him doing that for a while then we kinda got a bit bored, so we tied him up with this rope that Mickey went and got from the storeroom ... tied his hands behind his back and his feet together ... and we locked him in one of the cupboards. Left the key in the outside and a note stuck on the cupboard door saying "Geek In Here" ... pretty cool, huh?"

"Guess one of the teachers must've found him," said Tanya, squealing with laugher at the thought of Denzil's embarrassment.

"No, what I heard was he was discovered by a couple of the girls 'bout an hour later."

"Oh no!"

"Yeah," chuckled Brad. 

"And what, they untied him and let him go?"

"Yep."

"Lucky for Denzil."

"Well not really, because they didn't let him go straight off. When they pulled him out of the cupboard and they saw he was tied up and, you know, kind of helpless, they found the whole thing pretty funny, apparently. Messed around with him for a while."

"Which girls?" asked Tanya.

"Jennifer Clark was one, dunno about the other one."

Jennifer Clark, one of the cheerleaders, was the prettiest girl in school apart from Tanya.

"Ha. I bet Jen had a real giggle," sniggered Tanya.

"Sounds like they both did, baby, yeah," grinned Brad. "What I heard is, before they untied him, they pulled his pants down and had a good look at his little dick."

"What, Denzil's got a small cock?" giggled Tanya. She made a point of glancing down knowingly at Brad's very large cock as she said this, and she licked her lips appreciatively.

"Let's just say it's not the biggest you've ever seen," sniggered Brad.

"So what did Jen and the other girl do? Just laugh at him?"

"Fucking killed themselves laughing, allegedly. Not only that, they teased the poor bastard a bit. Jenny flashed her tits at him while the other one tickled his dick, gave him a pathetic little hard on. Then they took pictures and Jen says she's gonna hand them round all over school next week. Told Denzil that too. Poor little sod is terrified."

"And you thought I was a bitch!" chuckled Tanya.  

"You ARE a bitch, baby ... and you're also the most gorgeous, sexy piece of ass this side of Heaven," said Brad, and his hand snaked between her legs, moved up to stroke her now very wet again pussy.

"Fuck me Brad, fuck me again darling," Tanya purred, and she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide.

*****

Tanya, thinking a bit more about her "Denzil and the prom" plan, was the last to leave the changing rooms after CL practice. She took her sweet time getting dressed in front of the full length mirror, savouring the reflection of her beautiful face and her superb body ... the way she looked naked ... then in just skimpy bra and knickers ... and finally fully dressed. She did the finishing touches, applied lipstick to her full, pouting lips, smoothed down her short, figure hugging summer dress. She knew there'd be a few nerdy boys hanging around outside for a glimpse of her and she grinned at the prospect. Tanya had bought this sexy new dress at the weekend, knowing exactly the effect it would have on the boys when she wore it to school. And she hadn't been disappointed. So funny! All morning she'd been on the receiving end of yearning glances and hungry, longing, stares as she sashayed around school, deliciously aware she was looking simply scrumptious. Tanya giggled with pleasure as she admired herself ... she blew a pouty, teasing kiss at the mirror and strolled out, preparing to lap up some more adoration.

Later that day, Tanya and Brad were sitting in his car. It was early evening and they'd just made out ... time for Tanya to pitch her senior prom idea.

"Brad, you know the prom?" she said.

"Yeah what about it, babe?"

"Well, I was just thinking."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. What if we kind of spice it up a bit? You know, do something to make it more fun?"

"Like what, Tans?"

"Denzil."

Brad sniggered. "Denzil? What about him? He won't be going, will he? No date." 

"No, but how about we make him THINK he's going? How about I make him think he's gonna go with me?"

"Eh?"

"Yeah sugar, you know ... I get poor little Denz believing he's gonna be my date for the big night."

Brad was both intrigued and slightly puzzled. "But you're going with ME baby, aren't you?" 

Tanya giggled. "Of course, sugar. Who else would I wanna go to the prom with 'cept the hunkiest boy in school? No it's just I like the idea of torturing Denzil for a while first. You know what I mean?"

"Okay baby, yeah, I see," grinned Brad. "So he thinks he's gonna be taking the gorgeous Tanya Richardson to the prom, gets himself all excited about it, and then you end up telling him to fuck off 'cos you're going with me! That it, baby?"

"Kind of," said Tanya, with a wicked grin. "But there's a little more to it than that. I mean, you know how much he fancies me, right?"

"ALL the boys fancy you, Tans," chuckled Brad.

Tanya giggled. "Yeah well, but Denzil, he's never even been on a date with a girl so ..."

"Ha! Denzil with a girl," snorted Brad.

"Yeah, so I bet the poor boy is GAGGING for it," continued Tanya. "Can you imagine?" She winked at Brad. "Can you imagine the effect it'll have on him if I .... er ... spend a little time with him?"

Brad had cottoned on now and his grin became wider. "I do believe I can baby, yes," he laughed.

"You know sugar, I lead him on, I get him all ..."

"Tease his fucking rocks off ... drive the poor bastard crazy! ... that what you mean, baby?" Brad was creasing himself now.

Tanya sniggered. "Right. And then I've got this great idea of what we can do on the actual day."

"What's that, babe?" asked Brad.

Tanya told him and he exploded with laughter. "Omigod, what an evil bitch you are, Tans. I love it!"

"Why thank you, Brad! Hey and we can have some fun between now and then, thinking up stuff to do to him afterwards, can't we sugar? You know, after the party?"

"When we get back, you mean? ... to the house?"

Tanya grinned. "Well, like I say, my folks're away for the weekend so we'll have the place to ourselves ... won't we, darling?"

Brad's eyes lit up. "Just me, you and Denzil. Interesting prospect."

"Isn't it?" giggled Tanya.

"What with one of my hobbies being tormenting the fuck out of the little shit, and all," said Brad, with an evil chuckle.

"I know, sugar," grinned Tanya.

"You're the best, babe."

"Mmm." 

"Guess I could really TORTURE him, couldn't I?" mused Brad.

"WE can, sugar ... WE can really torture him. No way am I letting YOU have all the fun," Tanya teased.

"I love you, baby," grunted Brad. "Hey, problem though!"

"Tell me, sugar,"

"Denzil's just not gonna believe the hottest girl in school wants to hook up with him, is he? I mean c'mon, Tans. He's gonna smell a rat, don't you think? ... any case, he knows you're MY girl."

Tanya had already thought of this and she told Brad the rest of her plan, including how they could remove the "problem" he'd raised ... starting that very evening, actually. Brad kept silent until she'd finished. "Brilliant, baby, totally awesome!" he said, nodding in admiration. "So let's go!" he said, and he started up the engine ... drove them off in the direction of the Rocket Bar where (Tanya had assured him) it was one of Brenda Gonzales' on nights 

******

The next day, a Friday, the usual pre weekend excitement at Denton High was boosted by the news of what'd happened the night before in the Rocket Bar, the incredible bust up between Brad Phelps and Tanya Richardson. The story, first related to a group of girls by a breathless Brenda Gonzales, spread like fire and pretty soon everyone knew about it. How Tanya had started dancing and flirting with another guy right in front of Brad ... how Brad had gotten so angry that he slapped her face and called her a "no good cock teasing whore" ... how Tanya had started crying, got up from the table and threw a drink in Brad's face.

"And then she flounced out, telling him it was ALL OVER," finished up Brenda. She was surrounded by a group of about half a dozen girls, all of whom were hanging on her every word "Can you believe it?"

"God, what a cow!" said one of the girls, in disgust.

"Yeah, dumping Brad Phelps! Jeez, how can any girl do that?" said Brenda. "If it was me, I'd've made up with him in a heartbeat. Amazing. God."




When Denzil Met Tanya



"Too right ... Brad can slap me around any time he likes!" from a girl called Jill Nardino, and they all giggled.

Brenda was thoroughly enjoying being the centre of attention, something which didn't happen too often. "And you guys shoulda seen the way she was carrying on before Brad lost his temper. Always said Tanya Richardson was a grade A bitch, didn't I?"

"You actually SAW the whole thing then, Bren?" asked Jill.

Brenda nodded. "I was even doing their drinks. Listen, she actually got this other guy, who she was flirting with, to sit at their table ... you know, after they'd finished with the slow dancing and stuff ... and then the two of them, Tanya and this other guy, started kinda making out with each other right there at the table. Tanya was all over him. With poor Brad just sat there having to watch. Jeez!"

"So did Brad beat the other guy up?" chirped Angela Price.

"Nah. Think he was too upset with Tans. When he slapped her, the other guy looked like he might start something but he didn't ... think he could see Brad woulda half killed him, so he just slunk off back to his cronies. Then Tanya pulled the stunt with the beer and ran out, and Brad just sat there with his head in his hands for, like, a few minutes, and then he left."

"Poor Brad," said Angela.

"Yeah, and poor Tans," giggled Jill. "Bet she's feeling just terrible."

"Well, looks like she's bunked off today so, you know, draw your own conclusions," sniggered Brenda. 

"Hey the prom's next Saturday, d'y'all think Brad might go with me now?" joked another giggling girl. 

"Join the queue, girlfriend," giggled Angela.

"Don't you just KNOW that bitch, Jennifer Clark, will be straight in there. Bet she drops Paul like a hot cake if she knows Brad's free," said someone.

Jill Nardino shook her head. "Mmm, don't think so. I ran into Mickey and he says Brad's so upset he's not even GOING to the prom now."

"What about Tans?" mused Brenda. "Hey, girls, can you imagine? Tanya Richardson with no date for the prom ... isn't that just soooo sad!"

Chorus of sniggers.

"Guess we'll find out when she finally shows up," said Jill. 

Brenda was thinking back to the countless times that Tanya Richardson had made fun of her ... humiliated her ... both around school and down at the Rocket Bar. As the group of girls finally dispersed, she was positively beaming.

******

So the DH consensus, as people drifted away for the weekend, was that next week would be very interesting. Most people were betting on Jennifer Clark dumping her boyfriend, Paul Serrafini, and making a big play for Brad before the prom. Sure, Brad had told some of the guys he wasn't going but Jennifer Clark (although no Tanya) was a hottie and some of the girls gave her a sporting chance.

What actually happened took everyone by surprise.

Firstly, Brad took the whole week off sick, so any plans Jennifer may have had in that regard went down the pan. He played the football game on the Sunday, the final fixture of the season ... played very well by all accounts ... but then announced to the Coach that he was feeling a bit off and could he be excused the post game celebrations? "No problem," said the Coach to his star quarterback. "Whatever you want, man."

Turned out what Brad wanted was a week off school and his doctor duly obliged with the necessary note. 

Tanya Richardson didn't return to school until the Thursday and when she arrived she looked great, as always, but she looked different. She wore dark glasses to hide her eyes ... "from all the crying" she told people ... and she was dressed far more demurely than usual. Below the knee, not particularly clingy skirt ... sensible blouse, buttoned all the way up ... flat shoes, no lipstick ... hair tied back ... it was a whole new Tanya!

People pretty much left her alone. They could see she was kind of in mourning and they respected that. Even the plain girls (Brenda Gonzales, Angela Price and the like) didn't gloat too much. They actually felt a little sorry for her. As for the boys ... not a single one of them tried it on with her, the whole day. It really was THAT clear that she wouldn't be interested. Tanya didn't talk to any of the boys either ... proof, if proof were needed, that she wasn't feeling herself.

Well she did talk to ONE boy, although nobody saw her do it. If they had, they'd have been rubbing their eyes because the boy Tanya spoke to was Denzil Harris! And it wasn't just to tease and make fun of him either ... a proper conversation is what it was. Amazing.

Lying in bed that night, Denzil still could hardly believe it. Had it really happened? Had the goddess Tanya Richardson really sneaked him that note asking him to meet her after school? Had she really been waiting for him, as the note said, in that room in the annex out back where no-one usually went? 

And had she really, truly, greeted him with such a warm and friendly smile when he walked in?

"Oh Denzil, thanks so much for coming!"

"S'okay Tanya," he'd replied, heart thumping. Sitting there on a chair, she looked as gorgeous as ever, Denzil thought, perhaps more so if anything ... her beauty enhanced by the sad aura surrounding her ... the dark glasses, which hid her eyes, adding an air of mystery. 

"Sorry about the shades, Denzil," said Tanya. "Just that my eyes are a mess. You don't mind if I keep them on, do you sweetie?"

He shook his head.

Sweetie! 

Hearing her call him that, Denzil felt a surge of joy. He'd been both excited and afraid of meeting her but the fear had gone now. And the excitement had increased considerably.

Tanya smiled and just observed him for a while without saying anything. So far so good, she thought. The eyes behind the dark lenses were cool and amused. 

She indicated the chair next to her. "Come sit here, sweetie," she said.

Denzil did so. He went and sat next to Tanya. 

Tanya fell silent again for a while. She seemed to be trying to pluck up courage to say something. Denzil was dying to hear what she wanted to tell him but felt he shouldn't try and hurry her in any way. 

"Suppose you heard about me and Brad?" she said, finally.

"Um, I guess," he replied.

"So what do you think about it?" she asked.

"Dunno. That he's stupid and crazy, I suppose."

Which he DID of course. Any guy who let himself lose a girlfriend like Tanya Richardson was stupid and crazy and a million other things besides, all of them bad. 

Tanya smiled. "You heard he slapped me?"

"Bbbastard!" Denzil spat. He found he was shaking a little ... the combination of thinking about Brad Phelps, and of being alone and having an intimate conversation with Tanya Richardson.

Tanya seemed to understand. She leant forward and rested her hand lightly on his knee. The gesture had the effect of turning Denzil's insides into mush. It was like he was dreaming this. He HAD dreamt this, let's face it ... every day and every night for about as long as he could remember.

"He IS a bastard, isn't he?" said Tanya.

"Bastard!" repeated Denzil. 

"Certainly taught me a lesson, anyway," she continued. "I'm finished with guys like that. I know how he's always torturing you as well, sweetie. God he was always going on about the horrible things him and Mickey do to you. Seemed to get a big kick out of telling me all about it even though I didn't wanna hear. Can you believe that?"

The thought of Tanya knowing all the details of his various humiliations at the hands of Brad Phelps and Mickey Roberts was intensely embarrassing to poor Denzil and he looked down at the floor, his mood lowered by this turn in the conversation. He desperately hoped that Tanya would sense this and not go on about it.

"Yeah, SO cruel to you, aren't they? Poor baby. Brad told me everything, you know. Absolutely everything. Like just last week, they tied you up, didn't they? And then they took turns to ..."

"I hate them, Tanya!" yelled Denzil, cutting her off.

"Aw, I know baby. And I do too," said Tanya, moving a little closer to Denzil, gently squeezing his knee now. "Oh, and to think I joined in that time too. You remember? When I made you pretend to be a dog?"

Denzil nodded. He didn't want to talk about it.

"What was I thinking? ... helping them torment you like that. So wicked of me. Do you forgive me, Denzil?" 

"Cccourse Tanya," he mumbled, feeling uncomfortable at the memory. What he remembered most of all about that episode was not the dog thing, or being kicked around by Brad and Mickey, or even the nightmare which followed ... Mickey's ass, the cupboard, Jennifer Clark's photos, all that ... no, it was kissing Tanya's foot, her pretty painted toes, the way her short skirt had showed off her sexy legs. He didn't find it hard to forgive her.

"You're a darling," said Tanya. "Darling Denzil ... doesn't that sound nice? Do you like me calling you darling Denzil, Denzil?"

He nodded, blushing furiously. 

"So does darling Denzil like Tanya now?" she pouted. 

"You're gggreat, Tanya," gushed Denzil. Oh how he wished he could stop stuttering. Oh how he wished he had the self confidence to reach out and squeeze Tanya's knee the way she was squeezing his. 

"I'm just glad I'm rid of Brad, to be honest," Tanya grinned. "I mean, he's good looking and all but a girl needs more than that ... don't you think, Denz?" She gave his knee another squeeze, then took her hand away.

"Don't you think, sweetie?" she prodded.

"You should find someone who really appreciates you, Tans," said Denzil, drawing an unusual (for him) confidence from the sweet way she was talking to him. 

Tanya somehow kept the serene smile on her face despite the fact that, inwardly, she was in hysterics. "Anyway there are different sorts of "good looking" when it comes to boys, I always think," she said.

"Really?" said Denzil. This was something he'd never heard before and he liked the sound of it. He tried to stop himself thinking that she might mean what he thought she might.

"There's cute little boys like you, for example."

"Um, thanks Tanya," he mumbled, face bright red now.

"Don't thank me Denzil, it's true. I think you're VERY cute. Hey and you know what, sweetie?"

"What?"

"Well I have no date for the prom on Saturday now, do I?"

"Guess not."

Oh this couldn't be! 

Could it?

She grinned and placed her hand back on his knee. Reached out with her other hand and started to stroke his cheek. She licked her lips in a suggestive way that made Denzil want more than anything in the world to kiss her. 

Tanya was pouting again now, speaking in a soft baby girl voice. "So, if a certain boy who I've just said is very cute were to ... you know ... ask if he could take me to the prom? ..."

"Yes Tanya. Oh yes!"

"Yes what, Denzil?" she laughed. Teasing him ... but in a nice way.

"Please Tanya. Please can I take you to the prom?"

"Yes Denzil. Yes sweetie. Yes you can."

"I can?"

"Sure baby, I'd LOVE to be your date for the prom. And not just that either. Afterwards, after the prom's all over and forgotten, I'm going to be your girlfriend. I want to go steady with you."

"Oh Tanya!" exclaimed Denzil.

"Oh Denzil!" giggled Tanya, really enjoying herself. Oh god, this was hilarious ... even funnier than she'd imagined it would be. Look at the pathetic expression on the poor boy's face! "Oh and sugar, let's keep this hush hush okay? Don't tell a soul about it. Not at school and not even at home. Our little secret, okay? Until Saturday anyway ... then everyone's gonna know of course, aren't they? Can you imagine, sugar? Can you imagine how jealous all the boys will be when you walk into the party with me on your arm? When we start smooching on the dance floor and all the other boys are wishing they were you!"

Denzil COULD imagine that. He WAS imagining that. Much as he'd like to tell the world immediately ... to scream it from the rooftops! ... he reckoned he could keep schtum for forty eight hours.

"Sure, Tans," he nodded.

"Have you got a nice dinner suit to wear?" Tanya asked him.

"Um, not really," mumbled Denzil.

"Can you buy one on Saturday then, maybe? I want my date to look smart, you know."

"Course, Tans," he said quickly. "I'll go and buy one."

He wondered briefly where he'd get the money for that but his concern didn't last long. He'd get it somehow. No way he'd let something like lack of a dinner suit get in the way of him taking the gorgeous Tanya Richardson, the hottest girl in school, to the prom. 

Because Denzil's heart was bursting. Should he pinch himself? ... Tanya Richardson's date for the senior prom! ... Tanya Richardson as his steady girlfriend! 

He felt happier than he thought anyone in the history of this world, or any other world, had ever felt before and, in his reverie, he'd stopped listening to Tanya who was still talking.

"... not a date but just so we can kinda get to know each other a bit better ... you know what I mean, baby?"

"Denzil, you listening?" she said. Sounded a little sharp and impatient suddenly, and Denzil snapped out of it.

"Sssorry Tanya, what was that?" asked Denzil, stutter making an unwelcome reappearance. 

Tanya giggled. "Tomorrow night sweetie, Friday. Day before the prom, remember?"

"Tomorrow night?"

"Yes, sugar. Like I say, come round to my house at seven o'clock and we can spend the evening together. My parents are away so it'll be just me and you. Maybe we can, you know, fool around a little bit," Tanya was grinning rather wickedly now.

"So is that okay, sweetie?"

"Oh yes, Tanya! Seven tomorrow. I'll be there."

The mention of "fooling around" and the way Tanya was licking her lips again, and pouting at him, had stirred Denzil up. He had an erection now although with the size (or lack of it, rather) of his dick, the bulge in his pants was hard to make out. Tanya was looking down at it, however, and it was obvious she could tell what was happening because of the knowing smile on her face. 

"Oooo, looks like you've already started thinking about fooling around with me, haven't you, Denzil sweetie?" she giggled.

She slid her hand up over his thigh until it reached his groin. Then she felt his little erection through his jeans, started squeezing it.

"Oh Tanya!" Denzil groaned.

He badly wanted her to keep doing what she was doing but, on the other hand, he didn't want to make a mess inside his trousers. He felt completely out of control. Oh god. 

As it turned out, Tanya carried on for a while but she seemed to know EXACTLY when he was on the verge of exploding because she stopped feeling him up just before that happened. Pulled her hand away and left poor Denzil panting in his chair. 

Suddenly very businesslike, Tanya stood up and looked at her watch. "Sorry Denz, gotta shoot ... seven tomorrow yeah?"

"Right," said Denzil, still thinking about what her hand had been doing seconds before.

"And don't talk to me tomorrow at school, okay?"

"No Tans, I won't."

"And stay here for at least an hour after I've gone, so nobody can even guess we were talking."

"An hour?"

"Yeah sweetie. One hour."

"Okay Tanya."

"Oh and one other thing, sweetie. I want you to be all, you know, HORNY for me when you come round tomorrow ... so no jerking yourself off between now and then."

"Um, okay Tans," said Denzil, thinking that might be difficult. He normally jacked off, thinking about Tanya Richardson, both last thing at night and first thing in the morning (and sometimes at other times too!) so how was he meant to NOT do it now? After this!

"Cos I'll be able to tell, Denzil," she said, looking and sounding rather stern. "And if I think you've gone and done that ... if I even SUSPECT you might have done it ... I won't go to the prom with you and I won't be your girlfriend." 

She was moving off now and Denzil jumped to his feet and tried clumsily to kiss her.

Tanya, giggling, fended him off and walked off towards the door, gesturing that he should stay right where he was. "I might let you kiss me tomorrow evening, sugar. My place. Seven o'clock. Don't be late."

"See you Tans," said Denzil to her departing back. 

Lying in bed now, hours after it had all happened, Denzil remembered how her hips and her bum had swayed sexily from side to side as she walked away. How exquisite it had felt when she played with his erection through his jeans ... and how FRUSTRATING it was when she stopped just before he came. He pictured how she'd turned and pouted and blown him a kiss as she disappeared out the door. How he'd sat there for an hour thinking about her, fantasising about all the sexy stuff he was going to get to do. All the stuff he'd dreamed about doing but never thought he'd get to do with any girl, let alone the luscious creature that was Tanya Richardson. 

Tomorrow evening at her place ... well today now, strictly speaking. Just the two of them! God he could hardly wait. Especially because, once he really thought about it, he reckoned he'd better not take a chance on doing the thing that Tanya had told him not to. Maybe she WOULD be able to tell that he'd done it. Maybe girls could do that.

He really wanted to do it, though. He was DYING to do it. He tried manfully to think of boring, mundane things but it was no use. He'd force his mind to start on something like that, but within seconds he'd be back tormenting himself with sexy images of Tanya Richardson, of his girlfriend! It was as if he'd been hijacked. He was consumed by lust for her. His fevered imagination ran wild as he tossed around in bed with a permanent hard on. He felt unable to risk even touching himself down there in case it sent him over the edge. Okay, maybe Tanya would let him off if it was an "accident" but he didn't want to find out.

At around four thirty in the morning, after hours of self torture, Denzil Harris finally fell asleep.

******

Tanya's phone had bleeped a few minutes after she'd got home. Incoming text. Brad.

HOW DID IT GO, BABY?

Tanya smiled as she punched a reply. INSECT IN A JAR!

Brad again, a few seconds later. OK ... MISS U TANS.

ME 2 SUGAR! ... SEE U SAT.

HAVE FUN BABY!

Tanya giggled at that before answering. YEAH! 

******

Friday. The day before the prom. Denton High fairly hummed with excitement.

For Denzil Harris, due round at Tanya Richardson's house that evening, the day couldn't go quickly enough. Because of that it dragged, of course. He was under strict instructions not to talk to Tanya and so he didn't. He saw plenty of her though. Tanya seemed back to her old self and Denzil liked to think that was due to the chat they'd had yesterday ... and to the fact that she was seeing him later on, and that he was taking her to the prom tomorrow. It was a very nice thought and it gave Denzil a lovely, warm feeling all over.

Speaking of lovely, Tanya's rather more demure look of the day before had been dispensed with. The dark glasses had gone and she was wearing a clingy (and very short) skirt with a skimpy, low cut top. She was back to driving the boys berserk and looked to be enjoying every minute of it. She also seemed to make a point of flirting madly with other boys right in front of Denzil ... perhaps it was just her way of communicating with him (given they couldn't speak) but he rather wished she wouldn't. He found it uncomfortable, in truth, particularly when she let Paul Serrafini kiss her on the lips ... something which Denzil himself was DYING to do and hadn't yet been able to.  

God, he really couldn't wait for seven o'clock!

Thankfully, being the eve of prom, it was a short school day and everyone was let out at three thirty. Some people hung around after that, chatting and horsing around, but Denzil wasted no time. He positively flew home. 

******

Less than two hours later, Dressed in his best jeans and his favourite shirt, Denzil Harris set off for Tanya's house. It was way over in the smart part of town, where the rich folks lived, and Denzil didn't have a car so he allowed plenty of time for the journey. It was part bus part walk ... he figured maybe an hour ... but the idea of being late for Tanya just didn't bear thinking about and he gave himself nearly double that.




When Denzil Met Tanya



So he was early, needless to say ... very early ... and he had to kill an hour wandering around Tanya's neighbourhood. He tried to quell his anxiety by looking (and marvelling) at the array of superb houses (so different to his own modest dwelling) but it didn't really work. By the time he was walking up the drive of the Richardson's house (mansion!) Denzil was a bag of nerves. He was still, in truth, finding it hard to believe that he was about to spend a romantic evening alone with the luscious Tanya.

A gleaming red Mustang convertible stood in the driveway close to the front door. With its hood down it looked amazing ... a thing of beauty ... and Denzil couldn't help stopping to admire it. Gee, what a fabulous car!

"Do you like my car, Denzil?"

He looked up. He hadn't heard the door open but it must have done because Tanya was standing in it. She was looking at him and smiling. 

"It's gggreat Tans." Oh PLEASE stop me stuttering, he thought.

Tanya walked over to him. She was still in the outfit she'd worn to school ... the sexy, short skirt ... the revealing top ... and she looked stunning.

"DADDY bought it for my seventeenth birthday," she grinned. Tanya knew Denzil lived just with his mother, that his father had run out on them years ago.

"Aren't I the lucky girl?" she giggled. "Have you got a car, Denzil?"

"No ... we haven't, you know, got too much money."

"Aw never mind. Maybe I'll let you drive me around in it when we start dating. Would you like that, baby?"

Oh god. Denzil almost screamed he felt so happy.

"God yes, Tanya!" he exclaimed.

"'Cos the BOY should do all that sort of stuff on a proper date, I always think ... don't you, Denzie?"

"Err, guess so," said Denzil, not really knowing. 

"Aw sorry baby, I forgot ... I suppose you've never even BEEN on a date with a girl, have you?

"Um, not really." Denzil felt a little ashamed by how Tanya found it so obvious he had no experience with girls.

Tanya fell silent and just stared at Denzil for a while. It was like she was waiting for him to say something but Denzil felt a bit tongue tied. As the silence grew, it became clear that she wasn't going to say anything until he did. He felt uncomfortable and also a bit scared ... scared that she'd gotten bored with him already and their evening was going to end like this. That when she did finally speak it would be to say she'd changed her mind and could he please leave.

Denzil couldn't bear to imagine that so he blurted something out.

"Your eyes still bad then, Tans?" A reference to the fact she was wearing shades again.

"Yeah sorry, had a bit of a relapse. You don't mind, darling, do you?"

"Of course I don't," he said. He DID slightly mind, actually ... would be nice to be able to see her beautiful eyes ... but he wasn't going to risk upsetting her by saying so.

"Aren't you going to kiss me, darling?" said Tanya, puckering her full, pouting lips.

Oh yes!

Denzil, trembling slightly, leant in with a view to a proper kiss. As he got there, however, Tanya turned her face and offered just her cheek. Denzil, slightly disappointed, made do with that ... consoled himself with the delights surely in store later on.

Tanya giggled and took him by the hand, led him into the house.

Once inside she dropped his hand and walked ahead of him. "Follow me, Denzil," she said.

Denzil did so. He followed Tanya across the entrance hall and down a wide corridor (the house was eye poppingly large!) towards a room at the end. He tried not to leer at Tanya's sexy ass as it swayed to and fro in her tight skirt but couldn't stop himself. God she was gorgeous!

They entered a large, opulent lounge. The room was lushly carpeted and contained a number of sofas and armchairs. Tanya was chuckling at Denzil's awestruck demeanour. "Bet this room is bigger than your entire house isn't it, Denzil?" 

He nodded.

"So, what do you think?" she asked.

"I've never been in a house like this before," said Denzil. "It's amazing, Tans!"

Tanya giggled. "Yeah, well maybe I'll give you the guided tour some time. You'll be particularly interested in my bedroom, I'm sure." She said this in a slightly suggestive way which caused Denzil's heart to race even faster than it was already. 

Tanya sat on one of the sofas and Denzil made as if to sit beside her.

"No, don't sit down just yet darling, I want to talk to you about something first."

"Oh, okay," said Denzil. He remained standing, feeling a little anxious ... especially since Tanya did her "go silent" thing again. She was looking at him with an amused smile on her lovely face. At least he assumed she was looking at him ... the dark glasses made it impossible to know for sure. It felt a bit awkward standing there in front of her and he was keen to hear what she had to say so they could perhaps move on to something else, something more ... er ... enjoyable.

Tanya settled back into the sofa and made herself comfortable. Made herself VERY comfortable. The way she was sitting ... reclining rather ... and the short skirt she had on gave Denzil a superb view of her fabulous legs. Denzil knew he was drooling but he simply couldn't help it. He felt his little dick stirring inside his pants. The thought of soon being able to touch Tanya ... to stroke those luscious legs, for example ... was quite amazing to him. Excited was not the word for Denzil Harris right this moment. He wasn't sure the right word had even been invented!

Tanya kept smiling at him. When she finally spoke it wasn't at all what Denzil was expecting.

"It's okay darling, you can stare at my legs if you like. I don't mind," she giggled. Slowly, Tanya crossed her legs, skirt riding sexily up her thighs. She slipped one shoe off ... or nearly off ... let it dangle from her pretty red painted toes. Poor Denzil was mesmerised.

"Um thanks, Tanya," he mumbled. Embarrassing it was so obvious he was ogling her but at the same time a relief he had permission to carry on doing it.

"In fact, I like it. I LIKE boys looking at me. Especially the boy who's gonna be my boyfriend and who's taking me to the prom."

"I sure do like looking at you, Tanya," said Denzil. He knew he was falling in love with this beautiful girl. He would do anything for her.

Tanya grinned. "I know baby, I know you do. Which brings me to this thing we need to talk about. It's very important so you need to concentrate. Are you concentrating, Denzil?"

"Yes, I am."

"Not too busy looking at my legs?" she teased.

Denzil gave a shy smile. 

"Okay, so what it is ... it's to do with what Brad called me when we had the row. You heard about what he said?"

"Um, yeah, I reckon."

"And?"

"He's just a jerk!" spat Denzil. "Everyone knows you're not a whore."

Tanya smiled. "No, not that. The other thing he called me. That word beginning with a C? ..."

Denzil knew what she was talking about. Cock teaser. He had a fair idea what that meant because he'd heard other boys say it about certain girls. Pretty girls who weren't available but who liked to get boys all worked up just for fun. Yes, that was pretty much it. 

He wasn't sure what to say. What did she expect him to say?

"Do YOU think I'm a cock tease, Denzil?"

The question helped Denzil since he pretty much knew what the right answer was. Cock tease was how he'd heard the boys at school describe Tanya many times. "She is SUCH a fucking cock tease," Paul Serrafini had complained just today, for example, when Tanya had let him kiss her but then stopped him from doing anything else. 

"No, Tanya," he said.

"Good. Because it's not nice for a girl to be called that, is it?"

"No."

"Just because I'm pretty and boys get excited looking at me, that doesn't mean I'm a bad girl ... does it, Denzil?"

"Course not, Tans," he replied. 

Tanya grinned, kicked off her shoes and stretched herself out on the sofa. She lay on her back with her legs crossed and her arms behind her head. Her skirt moved further up her smooth, shapely thighs. Her top slid up and exposed the whole of her lightly tanned belly. She wore no bra and Denzil could easily make out the contours of her firm, full breasts straining against the flimsy material. Her nipples were showing right through. She looked unbearably sexy and Denzil, standing there ogling, had an almost irresistible urge to jump on her. He wanted to tear her clothes off, ravish her, fuck her to kingdom come. Oh god she was so ...

"Like now, for example. YOU'RE probably getting excited looking at me, aren't you sweetie?"

Denzil just nodded.

Tanya knew there was no "probably" about it. The poor boy was looking at her like a starving dog would look at a juicy bone. He was drooling with desire and she hadn't even taken her clothes off. Oh the power! What fun to torture a boy like this!

"Is that a yes?" Tanya grinned. Toying with Denzil.

"Yes, Tanya."

"Well I'm glad, darling. I like it that you're getting excited. A boy SHOULD get turned on looking at his girlfriend, shouldn't he? If he thinks she's pretty that is. And you DO think I'm pretty, don't you Denzil?"

"Oh god yes, Tanya!" he gushed. 

Tanya giggled. She started to lazily stroke her belly with her fingers. The drooling Denzil watched and felt his dick stiffen further inside his pants. He was rock hard now.

"And my body, do you think I have a nice body, Denzil?" she teased.

"Oh yes!"

"Mmm I know I do. And it's not my fault, is it?, if boys get all horny when they look at me. Is it, darling?"

Denzil shook his head. He himself was now feeling almost unbearably horny. And it WAS a little bit Tanya's fault, he thought. She was running her finger up and down her thigh now, stroking herself under her skirt. It was starting to drive Denzil a little bit crazy. If only she'd let him join her on the sofa. If only she'd let HIM stroke around under her skirt instead of her doing it herself. 

Tanya was starting to really enjoy herself. It was just a matter of how long she wanted to carry on tormenting the poor, helpless, drooling boy. How cruel she felt like being.

She grinned and continued. "So anyway, I thought we'd treat this evening as a little test for you. You didn't do that thing I told you not to do, right?" Denzil shook his head again. "Good, so I guess you must be feeling very horny then. Am I right? Are you feeling horny, Denzil?"

He nodded. So true. He was.

"Aw poor baby. And I bet you've never been with a girl ever in your life, have you my darling? No, thought not." Tanya giggled before continuing. "Anyway, the little test ... would you like to hear what it is?"

"Sure, Tanya."

"It's to do with this cock tease thing. Like I say, I don't like being called that and I wanna make sure that YOU don't think I'm just a tease. Fact is I can hardly wait for us to make out ... for you to kiss me properly ... for you to make love to me ... "

"Oh me too Tans! I can't wait either," said Denzil. He was picturing the two of them naked in Tanya's bed as soon as they'd finished this little chat. Or at least making out on the sofa. He yearned to feel Tanya's soft feminine fingers on his dick again, inside his pants this time.

"Well that's the thing though. I WANT you to wait. After the prom tomorrow, when we start proper dating and stuff, you'll be able to do all those sexy things with me that you've been dreaming about ... you DO dream about me, baby, don't you? Yes of course you do. I know sweetie, I know how much you want me. But it's hands off I'm afraid until then. That's the only way I can know you're serious about me, do you see? The only way you can show me you don't think I'm a cock tease is if we DON'T make out this evening, even though the sight of me lying here right in front of you in this little skirt and this teeny little top is driving you crazy. You do see that, darling, don't you? Please tell me you understand."

Denzil didn't really understand at all. "Yes, Tanya," he said. 

"You do, darling? You really do?" She had a fit of the giggles. Omigod, what a dork!

"Sure I do. We're not going to make out tonight."

"Right, and you can look at me ... you can drool as much as you want ... but you can't touch, okay?"

"Okay."

"And tell me why ... I wanna be sure you've really got it."

"Er ... so that I don't think you're a cock tease?"

Tanya clapped her hands and laughed in delight. "Clever boy!"

"Thanks, Tanya," beamed poor Denzil. 

"Oh and one more thing, darling. It would be nice if you just did exactly what I tell you to do for the rest of the evening. We've got a couple of hours before you have to go and I don't wanna waste it. Okay, sweetie? Just say "Yes Tanya," okay?"

"Um, yes Tanya," he mumbled. This wasn't really how he'd hoped his visit would be but his feelings for this stunningly pretty and sexy girl were such that he knew he'd do pretty much anything for her

Tanya, observing her hapless victim from behind her dark glasses, knew it too. She had the poor boy on a string and she could toy with him however she pleased.

"So, first thing is I want you to strip for me. I know you're desperate for me to take MY clothes off but it's best if the boy gets naked first. That's more fair don't you agree, sugar? Yeah, I think so. Come on baby, take all your clothes off, I wanna see you stood there totally naked. Do it for me, Denzil."

Feeling an odd mixture of shame and excitement, Denzil removed his clothes. "Put them on the chair over there and then come back here," Tanya ordered. She was talking to him like he was a servant now. He didn't like it but he figured he should do what he was told. There was no way he was going to risk making Tanya Richardson cross and lose the chance of her being his girlfriend. Anything was better than that. 

A few seconds later and a butt naked Denzil Harris was stood in front of a giggling Tanya Richardson. His little dick was fully erect and standing to attention.

Tanya sexily licked her lips. "Oooo Denzie, what a cute little dick. Just like in Jen's photos! Gee, Brad's was SO much bigger than that but never mind, I like small cocks. Especially when they're all hard because of me. It IS because of me, isn't it darling?"

Denzil nodded. 

She chuckled at him. "Hmm, I wonder which part of my delicious body is driving poor little Denzie mad the most. Is it my long, shapely legs? Is that it, darling? Is it how this short skirt is showing my sexy legs off? Or is it how my top is hardly covering anything at all? Do you like how you can see my belly, Denzil? Does it look sexy? Are you just DYING to be able to touch it? Mmmm, can you imagine that, Denzie, my poor little pooch? Can you imagine how good it would feel if I let you stroke and caress me. My belly, my legs. And the rest of me too. What about my breasts, Denzil? You can almost see them, can't you? Can you imagine if I let you fondle them? Mmm, I bet you can. Would you like to get a proper look at my breasts, Denzil? You know, so you can see how perfectly yummy they are? Should I take my top off, darling, so you can drool over what you can't have tonight but will be getting very soon?"

Denzil nodded.

"Well ask me nicely then. Come on my little poochie poo, ask Tanya very very nicely if you can look at her breasts."

"Please Tanya, may I see your breasts?"

Tanya almost collapsed with laughter. This was incredible! Here she was tormenting him ... cruelly tantalising him with her body ... and she'd got the poor little nerd actually begging for more! 

Such fun to make a boy squirm like this!

"Okay but only if you kiss my feet. Come here onto the sofa so I can rest my legs on you. That's right, poochie. Hey you don't mind me calling you these affectionate little names do you, sugar?"

"No, Tanya," said Denzil, although in truth he preferred her calling him "darling" to things like "poochie poo" and the like. It kind of sounded like she was making fun of him, when she said stuff like that, and he wasn't too keen on it. He wanted to keep doing everything she told him, however, because she'd promised that he was taking her to the prom tomorrow and that she'd be his proper girlfriend after that. Besides which there was the fact that, although he was feeling tortured by how she was flaunting her sexy body in front of him, he was nevertheless turned on like never before. He simply could NOT stop drooling over her.

The two of them were ensconced on the sofa. Tanya had slipped her skirt off and was now clad only in a tiny pair of lacy knickers and the skimpy little top. She was reclining comfortably whereas the completely naked Denzil was sitting bolt upright. She had her legs on Denzil and her feet were resting in his lap ... right about where his erect little dick was sticking up. It was perfect for what she wanted to do, which was tease the poor boy out of his tiny mind.

"Okay, now kiss my feet," she ordered. "If you do a really really good job, I'll take my top off so you can see my breasts." Tanya grinned and started lightly fingering the waistband of her little black lace knickers. "Maybe I'll take MORE than just my top off ... you know, if you carry on being a good boy." 

Denzil got the message. He picked up Tanya's right foot, lowered his head slightly and started slobbering over it.

"No Denzil, not that one, my other foot. And keep your hands right away from me. You can't touch me except with your mouth, okay? In fact, put your hands up behind your head and keep them there until I say you can move them. Yeah that's right, baby. That's good. We don't want you getting tempted to start feeling me up, do we now?"

"Sorry, Tanya." Denzil apologised and set his mouth to work, as instructed, on Tanya's left foot. It was more difficult now that he had to keep his hands clasped behind his neck. She had the foot he was "attending to" pressed into his chest and he could get to it well enough, but only by craning his neck downwards quite a bit. Her other foot remained resting in his lap. Despite his unfortunate position, Denzil was determined not to disappoint Tanya and so he put plenty of effort in. He hadn't forgotten that she'd more or less promised to take all her clothes off by the end of the evening, so long as he behaved himself. With how little she was wearing, Denzil was already seeing quite enough for him to know ... know beyond all reasonable doubt ... that her body was every bit as luscious as the one which featured in his many and varied "Tanya Richardson Fantasies" and that just made him all the more desperate to see more. It was frustrating of course ... excruciating! ... how it looked like he wasn't to be allowed to touch her this evening (well unless you counted this rather unsatisfying foot kissing business) but he tried to keep thinking ahead ... about the time (maybe as soon as next week!) when they would be proper girlfriend/boyfriend with all of the sexy stuff which he knew ... or which he'd heard, rather ... that that entailed. And he was SO looking forward to taking her to the prom tomorrow!

"Don't mind if we watch TV for a while, do you baby?" said Tanya. Without waiting for a reply, she flipped the remote and the large plasma screen across the room burst into life. It looked like some sort of comedy show but Tanya put the sound down so low it was hard to know for sure. In any case, Tanya might be looking at the TV but Denzil was fully occupied in kissing her left foot and looking longingly at the rest of her. He kept thinking about how she'd pretty much promised to take off her top. Maybe even her knickers, too! Oh god.

Tanya stretched right out on the sofa and made herself comfortable. She gazed in the direction of the TV and ignored Denzil apart from the occasional instruction. "Use your tongue a bit more, baby. Yeah that's right. Lick my foot. Lick it all over." ... "Now kiss my pretty little toes. Ooo, that's lovely darling. Yes, one at a time. Just like that baby, yes." ... "Mmmm, feels nice. Such a LUCKY girl I am, having a cute boy kiss my tutsies." 




When Denzil Met Tanya



Denzil doubled and redoubled his efforts to please her. He was feeling more like her slave than her "About to Be" boyfriend, but the promise of future delights was quite enough to keep him from protesting. He was developing a few problems, however.

NUMBER ONE:

His neck and shoulders were starting to hurt with the sustained effort of keeping his hands up behind his head, whilst at the same time craning down to reach Tanya's left foot.

NUMBER TWO:

He'd been alternately kissing and licking her foot for almost half an hour now and the licking part especially was causing his tongue to ache. His whole jaw, actually.

NUMBER THREE:

His balls were full of spunk and aching terribly because of what he was seeing and feeling. The foot worship was taking plenty of concentration but not so much that he wasn't also able to do other stuff. Drool helplessly over Tanya, for example. He might be kissing her toes, say, or licking the sole of her foot, but his eyes were generally glued sideways (another slightly painful consequence of his position!) in her direction. The gorgeous Tanya was stretched out with one arm behind her head, and her flimsy little top had slid even further up her torso. The hapless Denzil could now see the beginnings of the lower half of her luscious breasts. With her other hand, Tanya was lazily stroking herself ... running her fingers up and down her belly ... occasionally sliding them inside her little panties ... every now and again absentmindedly scratching an itch she seemed to have, way up on the inside of her thigh. Oh god. Poor, tantalised Denzil was going nuts with desire and frustration. He SO wanted to touch this beautiful girl. To jump on her. To make love to her. But he couldn't. He couldn't even reach down and play with himself. He fantasised about feeling her fingers around his cock ... wished fervently that she'd do that instead of what she WAS doing. Which was just resting her right foot (the one he wasn't kissing) against his rock hard little dick. The contact between his dick and her foot was exciting but unsatisfying. It turned him on all the more to feel her foot there, as he looked and drooled at how she was sexily playing with herself ... but it also added to his frustration since he couldn't take things any further. Tanya was the one in control and she seemed content to carry on like this. She was looking at the TV and pretty much ignoring him, to be honest. She kept her right foot resting where it was ... didn't move it much ... except every couple of minutes or so, she would wriggle her toes around against his dick ... almost as if she was toying with it. It half killed poor Denzil every time she did that. It made him groan out loud and caused his hard little cock to start leaking. Denzil loved Tanya very much but this was more like TORTURE than anything else ... Christ, if she only knew what she was doing to him!

Tanya turned her attention away from the comedy on the TV and back to the far more comical spectacle of Denzil Harris. Omigod, just look at the poor little sod. She wished Brad was here to see this. Couldn't wait to tell him all about it on the phone later. Incredible what a hot girl could do to a dorky boy!

She started giggling. Making no attempt now to hide her amusement at the situation. Denzil was completely in thrall to her, that was obvious, and Tanya knew she could get away with pretty much anything at the moment.

"Okay pooch, you can stop adoring my foot now," she told him.

A relieved Denzil straightened up and Tanya moved her leg down so it lay parallel with her other one. 

"But keep your hands up there," she giggled. "No touching me, remember?"

Denzil nodded.

Tanya, still giggling, manoeuvred so that Denzil's hard, little cock was sandwiched between her feet. She could see that the poor boy was so stimulated he was continually leaking. This was hilarious! 

"Ooo, looks like Tanya's little pooch is hornier than ever," she grinned. Openly mocking him now.

"Bet Brad'd be jealous if he could see us now ... don't you think, Denzil? 

"Um, dunno," mumbled Denzil. Tanya was idly torturing his cock with her feet ... using them to kind of roll his dick around.

"Yeah he would, baby. All this fun we're having tonight. I mean, all HE ever got to do was FUCK me pretty much any time he wanted."

The thought of Brad fucking Tanya tormented Denzil. He yearned to do exactly that more than he'd ever wanted anything in his whole life. But he couldn't, of course. Not tonight. And not just fuck her either. His entire being was crying out to take his hands down from behind his head and get busy with Tanya. To stroke her smooth, flawless skin, to caress and fondle every inch of her spectacular body.

"Do YOU want to fuck me, Denzil?"

"Oh Christ, Tanya, yes!" he exclaimed.

"Are you DESPERATE to fuck me, Denzil?"

He nodded.

"So you're kind of a Desperate Denzil then?" she taunted.

"Um."

"Say it baby. Tell me you're a Desperate Denzil."

"Er."

"Tell me!"

"I'm a Desperate Denzil," he mumbled. He was blushing furiously.

Tanya giggled teasingly. "But you're happy to wait until I'm your proper girlfriend?"

"Er ... yes, of course."

"But what if I said you could make love to me right now, Denzil? Would you like that, baby?"

"Oh yes please, Tanya!" he grinned. Every nerve in his body (and in particular ONE part of it) was screaming in anticipation of such ecstasy. 

"You would?" she giggled.

"YES!"

His need to have sex with her was intensifying every second. He was going out of his skull with desire. Especially because Tanya had started to casually tickle his balls with her toes. God, she was driving him absolutely insane! 

... so do you STILL want to, baby, now I've told you that?"

"Er, sorry Tans, what was that?" So unbearably excited had Denzil become at the thought of making love to Tanya that he'd missed some of what she was saying ... something important by the sound of it.

She couldn't seem to stop giggling. "I said I'll give you a choice. You can have me this evening ... here and now on the sofa ... or we can go upstairs if you'd rather make love to me in my nice, big bed ... so you can do that, darling, OR you can take me to the prom tomorrow and then be my proper boyfriend. But you can't do both. Which is it to be, baby?"

Desperate as Denzil was to make out right there and then with the luscious Tanya Richardson, the dilemma was resolved when he thought about all the delights in store for him. The prom tomorrow, the envy of the other boys at school, the dates they'd go on after that. And (of course!) the countless times he'd get to fuck her ... to enjoy her mouthwateringly sexy body ... from that point onwards.

Denzil tried to smile but it came out more of a grimace. "I want to be your proper boyfriend, Tans."

Tanya, lying languorously on the sofa, took a few moments to savour the situation. She looked at her victim, at poor, pathetic Denzil ... how he was sat there totally naked, and still with his hands up behind his head. His pathetically small dick was rock hard and sticking up between her feet. Tanya carried on toying with his cock, keeping it hard and leaking. She listened to his grunting and groaning, noted how his gaze was roaming wildly all over her body ... her knees and her thighs ... up over her tiny knickers to her exposed belly ... up again to the tantalising partial view of her breasts afforded by the way her top had slid up ... and all the way up to her full, pouting lips which she teased him further by licking very suggestively. The expression on his face, the look in his eyes, was something to behold. A terrible mixture of hunger and frustration. Tanya imagined it was the way an animal might look if it was starving and was being tortured by the sight of food held just beyond its reach. The poor boy was discombobulated with lust. He was almost salivating. Oh this was just so WICKEDLY funny! Tanya always got a kick out of tormenting boys, of course, but this was something else. This was more than just her usual teasing, wasn't it? She was absolutely TORTURING the wretched Denzil and she was loving every minute of it. She was revelling in her power. The awesome power that gorgeous looking girls can wield over geeky boys. Over ALL boys, let's face it. And men too, for that matter. Behind the dark lenses, Tanya's eyes were shining with sadistic amusement.

"So you DON'T wanna fuck me tonight then?"

"Well I DO Tanya but ..."

"But I thought you wanted to be my boyfriend?" she teased.

"Yes, so ..."

"Exactly," she said, grinning at him. "So that means you don't wanna fuck me this evening, right?"

"Um ... right."

"So tell me then, baby, so we know where we stand. Tell me you don't wanna fuck me tonight."

"Um okay. I don't want to fuck you tonight, Tans" mumbled Denzil, thinking that he'd never said anything less true in his life.

"Don't wanna touch me properly, even?"

"No, Tans." Oh he SO did!

"You sure, sugar?"

"Yes, Tanya."

"Because I'm really in the mood to make out," grinned Tanya. "I'm feeling VERY sexy tonight."

Poor Denzil had no clue what to say to that.

"Guess I can wait if you can," she sighed. "You WILL definitely make love to me after the prom though, won't you Denzil? You'll bring me back here and fuck my brains out ... you DO promise me that, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Tanya!" Denzil was overjoyed that his wait was to be only twenty four hours (twenty eight hours? ... whatever). It was the first time Tanya had said about them doing anything straight after the prom. He'd been assuming that making out with her wouldn't happen until maybe their third or fourth proper date.

Tanya giggled. "'Cos you'd be just messing with me otherwise, wouldn't you Denzil? You'd be kind of like a boy version of that thing we both agree that I'm not."

"A cock tease?" said Denzil, cottoning on.

"Yeah sugar, you'd be a boy cock tease."

"Well I'm not," said Denzil, hotly.

"Course you're not, baby. I know that. And I'm not either, am I sugar?"

"No, Tans."

"No, what, Denzil?"

"You're not a cock tease, Tans."

Tanya pouted sexily at him. "Thank you, Denzil. Just checking. So, seeing as I'm not a tease, I think I'll take my top off now and show you my breasts. You know, so you can have a good look even though you can't touch them."

And she did exactly that. She slowly peeled off her top and tossed it to the floor on top of her previously discarded skirt. Sick with longing, dizzy with desire, Denzil just stared at her luscious breasts. 

"Do you like them, Denzil?" grinned Tanya.

He couldn't speak. Just made a kind of animal grunting sound.

Tanya could see that he was really suffering now. She started to fondle her breasts right in front of him. At the same time she rubbed his cock with her feet ... kept him boiling and right on the cruel edge of coming. Soon it'd be time to kick the poor wretch out ... send him home ... and she wanted to maximise his humiliation She was laughing at him the whole time, saw no reason to pretend she wasn't thoroughly enjoying tormenting him. Tanya knew he was broken. He was blinded by his raging desire for her and the thought that he would soon be able to possess what he wanted so badly. She could do whatever she pleased and he'd take it without complaint.

"Mmm, look at my sexy tits, Denzie," she taunted. "Aren't they lovely? Do you like how I'm playing with them? Is it turning you on, me doing this? Bet it is. Bet you wish it was YOU playing with them, don't you? Don't you, my little pooch? You're my pooch, aren't you Denzil? You're Tanya's little poochie poo. What are you?"

"I'm Tanya's little poochie poo," he said, face bright red.

"And is Tanya's little pooch feeling all frustrated that he can't touch her sexy tits?"

Denzil nodded. He was. His frustration levels were off the scale.

"Aw poor poochie," she giggled, still fondling her tits and rubbing his cock with her feet. "Is sexy Tanya being a bad girl, doing this? ... showing pooch her yummy tits when she knows he can't touch them. Is she being too cruel to her little pooch?"

Denzil shook his head. It WAS cruel though, he was thinking, what she was doing. It was almost like she KNEW she was torturing him and she was actually enjoying it. Ah well, think about tomorrow! ... that's what the horribly tantalised geek kept telling himself.

Tanya was infused with sadistic glee. She couldn't stop giggling. "Go and kneel on the floor over there, pooch," she ordered.

Denzil did so. 

"Put your arms behind your back, baby," she said in a soft but commanding tone.

He did that too.

Tanya, clad only in her tiny knickers, got up from the sofa and she walked over to stand in front of the kneeling Denzil. She stood close to him ... VERY close ... and looked down at her victim, flaunting her superb body in his face and laughing at him. "Do you think of me as like a goddess, Denzil?" she smirked.

"Yes, Tanya," he replied. 

He did. His senses were being overwhelmed by this luscious girl. Her body flaunted right before him. Her sweet, ultra feminine scent in his nostrils. Her soft, teasing voice in his ears. 

Tanya giggled and turned around. She ever so slowly slid her knickers down over her buttocks so that her bare ass was now presented just inches from Denzil face. Denzil thought it was the most gorgeous, desirable thing that he'd ever laid eyes on. Tanya Richardson's ass ... a thing which every boy and every male teacher at Denton High fantasised about seeing. And there it was. Just a couple of inches from his face. And poor, wretched Denzil, kneeling there with his hands behind his back, couldn't even touch it. This was torture of the cruellest kind!

Tanya, giggling like a crazy person, now started waggling her luscious ass around in his face. For several minutes she teased the hapless dork out of his skull by continually brushing her buttocks against the tip of his nose.

Then finally. "Okay Denzil, the goddess Tanya has decided that you may kiss her ass. Just one little kiss on each buttock, poochie. Go ahead."

Denzil planted a kiss on each of Tanya's buttocks and then he lost control. The sight of her gorgeous naked ass, right there in his face, and the feel of it from the two little kisses, drove him over the edge. It was too much. He could take the torment no longer. It was finally just too much.

Desperate for more contact, he got his tongue out and he started to lick inside her asshole. Tanya let him do it for a few seconds (it felt rather yummy!) then she giggled and moved her ass away. She pulled her knickers up and then she turned around to look at Denzil.

The poor wretch was in tears.

"Oh please Tans, PLEASE. I wanna keep licking you. I wanna get my tongue inside your ass," he pleaded.

"Is that what you said to Mickey Roberts too?" Tanya sniggered, cruelly.

Denzil's head dropped. He felt ashamed that she knew about that. Soon, however, his intense sexual desire for this beautiful, sexy girl reclaimed him and he was babbling again.

"Please Tanya. Please can I do your bum like I did your foot?" 

Tanya just stood there grinning, luxuriating in her power. She'd often teased boys to where they were gagging to have sex with her, but this was the first time where she'd reduced one to such a pathetic state that he was literally BEGGING to be allowed to lick her asshole. A suitable note on which to end the evening, she thought. A very successful evening. Just wait until Brad heard about this last bit!

"No way, baby," she said, putting a straight face back on. "In fact, because you've gone and licked my ass already without permission, I'm not sure we have a future any longer. Don't know if I even wanna go to the prom with you now. Let's both of us get dressed while I make my mind up." 

The look on Tanya's face as she said this made Denzil feel physically sick. For the first time during the evening he was glad she was wearing the shades. The bottom was falling out of his world. He didn't think he could bear it if she was now going to reject him ... not after all this ... and he didn't want to see any signs in her eyes that she might be about to do that.

Funnily enough if Denzil COULD have seen behind Tanya's sunglasses right at that moment, he might have been somewhat reassured. Because the look in her eyes would have told him that she wasn't particularly cross with him, she was more amused.

Very amused, actually.  

******

Nine o'clock Saturday morning.

Denzil Harris was lying on his bed, feeling tense and exhausted. He was staring at his mobile as he had been all night. He hadn't slept a wink. "Give me your number, Denzil," she'd said, as she was telling him to leave. "I can't think straight just now. I'll make a decision and text you what it is. Just YES or NO will be the message, okay? NO means forget it and if it's YES, you put your nice new suit on and get over here to pick me up by five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Prom starts at six, doesn't it?, so whatever you do, don't be late. If you're a minute late, the YES becomes a NO. Do you understand, Denzil?"

"Yes, Tanya," he'd said, feeling relieved because he'd feared the worst.

He still felt horribly embarrassed by how he'd behaved. Not just the bum licking but afterwards when she'd indicated her displeasure. They'd both got dressed (semi dressed in Tanya's case, since she put her skirt and shoes back on but remained topless) and then Denzil, seized with terror that she was about to dump him, had sunk to the floor in a posture of abject supplication. He grovelled at Tanya's feet, begging and pleading for her to give him another chance. She said nothing for ages. Just stood there and let him beg. Every time Denzil looked up to see if his grovelling was working, she was gazing down at him with a strange half smile on her face. It wasn't the smile of a girl who was about to say everything was cool again.

So when she'd finally told him to get up and leave, but added that thing about texting him her decision, it WAS a relief. She'd also told him he could jack off when he got home, thinking about her sexy ass, and that was a relief too. "Just once though, poochie," she'd said. "And make sure you ARE thinking about my ass when you do it. Here's my number. I want you to text me when you've finished. Text me to say "Hi goddess Tanya, I've just wanked myself silly fantasising about your sexy ass." Those exact words. Understand, sugar?" Denzil, noting she'd called him sugar, nodded and managed a thin smile. Tanya wasn't smiling however. "Don't expect a reply though. Only text you're gonna get from me is the YES or NO one. That could arrive any time before four o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Takes you 'bout an hour to get from your place to mine, right?" He nodded. "Yeah so if you haven't heard by four, you can assume it aint gonna happen. And the sooner I get your "wank about my sexy ass" message, the sooner you'll probably get my decision 'cos I'm not gonna think properly about it till then. I mean, why should I even CONSIDER going to the prom with a boy unless he jacks off every night, thinking about kissing my peachy bum? So, looks like you should seriously consider getting to work on that little dick of yours straight after you get home ... shouldn't you, sweetie? Oh and one more thing ... I need to hear STRAIGHTAWAY that you know my decision, okay? So whether it's YES or it's NO ... and believe me, Denzil, it could go either way ... but whichever it is, you need to text me back within one minute. You got that, baby? One minute. Just say "GOT IT TANS" that's all I wanna hear. If you don't do it within sixty seconds, then even if it was a YES it turns into a NO. Yeah? And no spelling mistakes, sugar, in either of your messages, otherwise you know what, right? Okay, pooch boy? You cool with all of that, my little poodle?"