9 comments/ 18019 views/ 12 favorites Mr. E. (Scaled Back) By: double_entendre Disclaimer: This story is intended for mature audiences. If you are under the appropriate age to view such material in your area, or are offended by stories containing sexual content, then please reframe from reading this submission. Note from author: I had intended to finish this story much sooner, but my editors had a mild disagreement about its content. Khepri94447, who edited my last piece, felt that I went overboard in creating my main character. She suggested that a more scaled back version of this story might appeal to a wider audience. My second editor, Dawn, liked my original story arguing that most fiction tends to contain more dramatic content. Being able to see both sides of their dispute I decided to submit two different versions of this story. Mr. E. (over the top) is my original manuscript. This version presents circumstances that, although are highly unlikely to occur in real life, were fun to write, and hopefully even more enjoyable to read. Mr. E. (Scaled back) is a modified version of the story which intends to attract readers who adhere to more conventional plots. Whether you're a free spirit with a wild imagination or a realist who prefers more believable content, I hope that at least one version of Mr. E. appeals to you. / * Public image is that tiny portion of ourselves that we allow others to see while we try to mask those unsightly traits of our personality which we are too afraid, embarrassed, or shy, to have revealed. How well we truly know someone is often not an easy question to answer honestly, as everyone seems to have something that they would rather keep hidden from the world around them. On the surface Trent Hamilton appeared to be the average high school nerd. He was always reading, never bothering to socialize with anyone, participate in extracurricular activities, or even date. Trent was constantly being harassed by the parade of jocks that seemed to rule the school and everyone in it. Even the teachers would often look the other way while this badgering took place. It is not surprising that Trent hated high school. He hated everything about it, well almost everything. His school did have one redeeming quality to it, and her name was Becky. Becky Watson was the captain of the girls cheerleading squad. She was a blond hair, blue eyes goddess that to Trent was the epitome in which all young ladies should be measured against. Unlike the other popular girls in school, Becky was always nice to him, but he knew that is as far as it would ever go. She was dating one of the jerks on the football team that was constantly harassing him, and Trent was sure that if they ever broke up she would have a line of guys waiting in the wing just itching to take his place. Knowing this, unfortunately, did nothing to squelch the huge crush Trent had on her, or the fact that he truly cared for her well being. One day while he was in the library studying, Tent accidently overheard a conversation between Becky and Stacy Anderson. "So Becky, how did the career day go for you," She asked? "Not very well I'm afraid," Becky meekly replied. "Why not, I thought you had your heart set on becoming a nurse," Stacy asked? "I do, but the councilor said that it is very tough to earn a scholarship from cheerleading. My grades are good, but unfortunately not high enough to be considered for an academic scholarship either. My Mom just doesn't make enough money to help me out, and since my Dad left her before I was born, I guess that I am just on my own," Becky replied disheartened. To Trent this news was heart wrenching. He attended several of Becky's classes, and knew that she was a very smart girl. It was not her fault that her family was not well off. She deserved a chance to succeed in life and he was now determined to see that she got it. Trent started researching athletic scholarships and was discouraged to find that her councilor's assessment of them was pretty accurate. Digging a little deeper he learned that even though there was money available for cheerleaders, it usually only went to girls from well-known schools. The scouts seemed to travel in pairs, only visiting facilities with winning sports teams. He discovered that it was far more likely for Becky to be offered assistance if they had a prize winning football team. Although not being a sports enthusiast himself, Trent was all too familiar with the game of football. Having been drug to the stadium on countless occasions by his dad and granddad on his father's side, who were not only avid fans of the game, but also ex-high school players, Trent from an early age had to endure many bone chilling afternoons perched upon a half frozen bleacher bench, even though he would have much rather been curled up in the warmth of his bedroom with a good book. Trent knew his personality favored his grandfather from his moms' side of the family. The man was a semi-retired country doctor. Trent had always wanted to follow in his grandfather's footsteps and study medicine. His dad, on the other hand thought that he needed some toughening up, and would often criticize the boy for everything from being too thin to spending all his time studying. Trent's dad tried numerous times to get his son involved in the sport, but to no avail. At the insistence of his father, Trent tried out for the team on several occasions, but he was rejected each time. If truth be known, Trent really didn't try all that hard. He only went out for auditions to appease his father. Trent did; however, manage to learn the game of football quite well. Since he was able to actively talk about sports, Trent's father took this as a sign his son was trying to abide by his wishes. This managed to keep Trent's dad off his back, at least to a degree that is. Being unable to come up with any other possible solution to Becky's problem, Trent decided that his best course of action was to help insure that not only Becky and her other teammates became the absolute best cheerleaders that any high school has ever seen, but he would also have to try and help the jocks he had come to despise, become state champions. This was not going to be an easy task, as Trent had watched them play on numerous occasions with his father. He thought that although a few of the players had the potential to be stars, they would never achieve that goal while following the advice of their present coach. Realizing that they would never take direction from him, regardless of how good it was, Trent resolved to use a little play on words and in doing so the infamous Mr. E. was born. Setting out to learn everything he could about football and cheerleading, Trent started to formulate plays and choreograph cheers. He would always print them out, and then made sure that the respective coaches would find his little gifts, which were always addressed "Mr. E.". At first his suggestions were just dismissed as someone's elaborate prank, but it wasn't long before the coaches started to notice the sheer genius in his methods. When they began to use his plays, and subsequently started to win most of their games, the school began to buzz about their mysterious benefactor. When the cheerleading squad added his detailed chorography to their tumbling acts it created a style that was, quite frankly, unsurpassed by any other team. Word eventually leaked to the press about the unidentified stranger who kept providing the unique strategies; soon the hype was creating quite a stir. Coaches and scouts were beginning to take notice as fans started packing the stands for every game. Trent had to become very creative, in not only developing his plays and cheers, but also in the methods he used to deliver them. The last thing he wanted was to be found out and exposed as Mr. E. Everything seemed to be going quite well. With the new direction in coaching, the jocks started to gain confidence in their abilities. For her part, Becky and her teammates were beginning to step up their cheer routines which were now starting to garner the attention of visiting scouts. It was just about this time that a minor disaster threatened to destroy everything. Greg Stevens, the team's star quarterback had managed to let his grade in geometry slip below the mandated C requirement to maintain eligibility for extracurricular activities. Greg's midterm test was in two weeks, and if he didn't manage to score at least a high B on it, he would be benched from the game the following Saturday. This created a real problem, as without Greg's help the team would likely lose and not be able to advance to the state championship playoffs. Naturally having helped many students in the past, Trent's name was among the first to be suggested by Greg's teacher Mr. Jenkins, as a possible tutor. Neither of the boys were real receptive to the idea of working together at first, but they both knew that this was Greg's best chance for passing his test and they each had their own agendas for wanting that to happen. So it was settled, the two would meet at Trent's house at about 5:30 or 6:00 after Greg finished with football practice. At around 4:30, Trent was just returning from the rest room when he noticed the quarterback standing there waiting for him. "Um the coach said that passing this test was more important than practice, so he let me go early. Your parents said to just go on up to your room," Greg explained. "OK. That's fine," Trent cringed knowing that he had left his computer screen on. "So would you like to explain that," Greg asked pointing towards the monitor? "I think that it is pretty self-explanatory, don't you," He asked? "I don't believe it! You're Mr. E.," Greg asked? "It would appear so," Trent replied. "I don't understand. Why would someone like you want to help us out," Greg asked bewildered? "I have my reasons," Trent replied. "That is not good enough," Greg said. "Look, if you want my help studying then you will keep my secret," Trent said a bit heated. "It won't matter anyway, because until I find out what your motives are for helping us; I won't be able to concentrate on anything else," Greg stated. Knowing the quarterback was probably telling the truth, Trent decided to bite the bullet and give in. "Alright, but if I share this with you I need to be assured that it stays strictly between the two of us," Trent demanded. "Ok I promise I won't tell a sole. Now why did you become this Mr. E.," Greg asked? "Well I guess the truth of the matter is that I just couldn't help who I fell in love with," Trent replied. Backing away from the young man, Greg asked in horror, "You're in love, with one of us?" "Not one of the guy on your team, you idiot, I am in love with Becky," Trent admitted out loud for the first time ever. "Becky, Becky Watson," Greg asked in astonishment? "Do you know of another, of course I mean Becky Watson," Trent said a bit annoyed. "Ok, I can't fault you for bad taste, but how did you go from loving Becky, to helping out the guys on our team," Greg asked still confused? "Well one day I accidentally overheard Becky tell Stacy that she probably wouldn't be able to go to nursing school, because the councilor said that it would be nearly impossible to earn a scholarship for cheerleading. Her grades were decent, but not quite good enough to get her there academically, and her mother just couldn't afford to help out. I decided to take it upon myself to try and find her a scholarship or grant that the councilor may have overlooked, but I ran into the same difficulties that he did. Determined not to fail, I learned everything there was to know about cheerleading, which turned out to be a lot more fun than I originally conceived it would be, if you know what I mean. I came up with cheers that not only featured Becky, but were far beyond anything that the other high schools were attempting at the time. My next big hurdle came when I discovered that because of limited budgets, the few cheerleading scouts that were out there almost always car pooled with other coaches. Since our basketball team pretty much sucks, my only choice was to focus on you football jocks," Trent explained. "So let me get this straight. You started feeding us plays in order to make us good enough to attract college scouts, in hopes of earning Becky a cheerleading scholarship," Greg asked totally stunned? "Yes, that was pretty much my plan," Trent replied. "How did you come up with Mr. E," He asked? "Well I thought it was a cool play on words. If I would have just given you guys the plays, you would have probably ripped them up in my face without taking into account their possible potential. Even your coach treats me like shit. I figured if they were left anonymously, you guys might at least give them some consideration," He said. "You are probably right. Looking back, I must admit that is exactly what any of us would have done. How did you manage to come up with such great plays anyway," Greg wanted to know? I already knew quite a bit about football from the years that my dad had forced me to go with him to every possible game he could get tickets to. Basic physics states that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. I began to plug in that theory whenever I was studying a play. I went back and researched some of what was deemed as the greatest games of all time. After sorting through all of that knowledge, I was able to come up with plays that, quite frankly, were well beyond what most average high school coaches were teaching. Your practice and skill level took care of the rest," Trent explained. "Is that why you decided to help me study, so that I can attract scouts for Becky," Greg asked? "Pretty much, if you make it to the state playoffs there will be a lot of scouts watching that game. Becky will almost be assured of receiving a scholarship if you win," Trent pointed out. "I guess that you are just using me then," Greg asked? "So what if I am? You're getting what you want out of the deal. Does it really matter that we each have our own individual agendas for wanting you to succeed? Let's not kid ourselves and pretend that you came over here today for any other reason than to receive my help cramming for your test," Trent said. Following their talk, Trent decided to give the quarterback a few test questions, to help determine where Greg's main problem areas lied. After explaining where he went wrong, the young man really started to comprehend the new material. "I think with a few more of these study sessions you will be able to go in and ace that test," Trent said confidently. "Dude, I feel like I am really starting to understand this stuff! Man, I just don't know how to thank you," Greg exclaimed! "Just promise that you will keep my secret," Trent asked? "You have my word on it," Greg replied. With that being said, the two bade each other farewell for the evening with plans to meet a few more times before the test. Trent was of mixed emotions with what happened tonight. He may show up tomorrow the laughing stock of the entire school. Trent was always taught to trust his instincts, and for whatever reason he actually believed that Greg would not betray him. The next day passed as it normally would without Trent being able to detect any unusual snickers or stares. The one unexpected thing that did occur was that the football coach came up and personally thanked Trent for helping Greg. The guy was still an asshole, but at least he was making an effort, and so Trent graciously accepted his gratitude. Greg visited a few more times, and when it came time to take the test he aced it as Trent had predicted he would. His teacher became leery of the quarterback's sudden improvement, but the young man was easily able to prove he did not cheat, by answering a few separate questions on the blackboard that were not on his test paper. Mr. Jenkins was forced to give Greg extra credit points for the questions that he answered correctly on the board. This helped bring up his previous test score that he had done so poorly on. "Dude, that was a hell of a game," Trent said as he caught the quarterback coming out of the gymnasium. "I can't believe you showed up," Greg replied. "Well believe it or not, I am really starting to get hooked on football," Trent said much to his own amazement. "By the way congratulations on acing your test," Trent said. "Man you should have seen the look on Jenkins face when I completed those extra questions right in front of him. The dude looked like he wanted to crawl under his desk," Greg exclaimed! "Hey man, why don't you come to my celebration party next Saturday," Greg asked? "I don't know dude, I am not exactly the parting type, and besides the last thing I need to see is Tim hanging all over Becky," Trent answered. "Becky won't even be there. She has to go out of town with her folks that weekend," Greg replied. "I don't know," Trent started to say looking for a reason to decline the invitation. "Come on man, we will have a great time. My parents won't allow any alcohol, so you don't have to worry about that. Bring your suit. We have a pool and hot tub. Good music and I have already told the guys that I am going to invite you. They know what you did to help me pass the test, and they promised not to bother you if you come," Greg said. "Well, I guess; I could attend for a little while, but I don't know about the swim suit thing. Watching some of the girls in their sexy bikinis could prove most embarrassing," Trent answered. "Yeah tell me about it," Greg said smiling. And so it was settled. Trent was due to attend his first upper class high school party. He wondered as he drove home just how in the hell he kept managing to get himself into these predicaments. "Hey man you made it," Greg said as he answered the door. "I told you I would," Trent replied. "Yeah, but this time I must admit I had my doubts. Well enough about that. The party's out back. There are burgers by the grill, sodas in the fridge, and snacks on the table. The bathroom is up stairs on the right, and my room is across from it on the left. You can change now, or just drop your bag in my room and go enjoy the view, if you know what I mean," Greg said as they headed towards the stairs. "What's that nerd doing here," Tim asked as he came around the corner? "Lay off Tim, I told you I invited him," Greg said. "Yeah, but I never thought he'd be stupid enough to show up," Tim replied arrogantly. "Trent is my guest tonight, and if you don't like it you don't have to stay," Greg hotly replied. "Yeah whatever dude," Tim said walking away. "I'm really sorry about that," Greg apologized. "Man, it's not your fault that some people take longer to grow up than others. I really appreciate that you invited me, and I am not going to let one asshole spoil my good time," Trent said smiling. "I still don't understand what a girl like Becky sees in someone like him," Greg said honestly. "Neither do I, but then again I am not a teenage girl," Trent replied. Many of the people there knew that he helped Greg pass his geometry exam, and a lot of them were grateful to him for doing so. The game that they had won last week was an important one, and it would have likely gone very different had their star quarterback not been able to play. For the most part, people treated the young man well, but there were a few, who although acted civil towards him, exuded the impression that "the nerd" was intruding where he didn't belong. Trent took it all in stride, realizing that he had in fact helped to create this wall between himself and his peers by hiding behind the nerd persona. After having had enough to eat, Trent tried for the first time to mingle with his fellow classmates. Although, in the beginning, it seemed difficult for him to initiate a conversation with people he had spent years trying to avoid, Trent eventually discovered that he did in fact share many of the same interest as his peers. Though he was not exactly the life of the party, Trent had to admit that he was actually having a good time. That was until he strolled into the living room and managed to catch a glimpse of Tim Brown, Becky's longtime boyfriend walking up the stairs towards the bedrooms with his hand on the ass of the schools unofficial slut Dory Simmons. It was obvious by the way the two were leering at each other what was about to happen. Mr. E. (Scaled Back) Morally he was not opposed to recreational sex, but Trent hated it when people would cheat on one another. What further incited his rage, was knowing that the victim of this betrayal was none other than his beloved, Becky. Following the pair up stairs, it did not take long for him to discover that they had gone into Greg's room. Although the door was securely fastened shut, it was not hard to determine what was happening by the sounds emulating from the locked room. With his good mood now long since behind him, Trent decided to quietly leave the party and head for home. Being unable to sleep he tossed and turned all night while trying to decide what to do. On the one hand, he felt obligated as her friend to tell Becky about her cheating boyfriend. On the other side of the coin though, he knew there was a good chance that she would end up hating him for doing so. Without proof, he wasn't even sure if she would believe him. It turns out she didn't. "Becky, can I have a word with you in private," Trent asked as she was heading towards her locker? "Can it wait Trent? I'm supposed to meet Tim after school today, and I am already running late," She told him. "Actually I would rather it didn't. What I have to tell you is kind of important," He replied. "Well I guess I could spare a few minutes. What's on your mind," She asked. "I went to Greg's party Saturday night," he started to explain. "Yes I know, I wish that I could have been there. Tim said it was a real blast," She replied butting in on Trent's story. "He should know," Trent said in a disgusted tone of voice. "What's that supposed to mean," Becky asked not liking the direction their conversation was heading? "There is no easy way to say this, so I am just going to come out and tell you," Trent started to say. "Tell me what, exactly," Becky wanted to know. "Saturday at the party, I saw Tim and Dory walking upstairs together," He said "So what, they were probably just both headed towards the bathroom at the same time," Becky reasoned. "Tim had his hand on Dory's ass and they went into Greg's room and locked the door," Trent explained. "Did you actually see them do anything else," She hesitantly asked. "No, but the sounds I heard while standing outside the door left little doubt as to what they were doing. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but Tim is cheating on you," Trent said. "I don't believe you! Tim would never do something like that! He loves me," She yelled. "Becky, be reasonable, why would I go and makeup a story like that," He asked. "Because you are mad at Tim for picking on you, and you want to get even with him by trying to break us up," Becky replied. "Do you really think I would hurt you like this, just so I could get even with Tim," He asked bewildered? "Yes I do; I have seen the way you look at me when you think I am not paying attention. Your twisted little mind is probably thinking that poor naive Becky will probably need someone to console her, and I'm sure that you are more than willing to do so," Becky accused. Trent was now becoming quite frustrated. He figured that she may have some doubts about what really went on that night. He even thought that she would try and come up with some plausible excuse why Tim and Dory were together. What he never counted on was her accusing him of lying. Surly she knew him better than this? Without stopping to think about what he should be saying he instead went on the defensive. "Fine, I admit it; I do stare at you sometimes. Guess what, dozens of other guys do as well. In case you haven't noticed you are pretty easy on the eyes. You're right about something else too. Yes, I would offer to console you, but not because I think I have any shot at landing you as my girlfriend. I'm not that stupid. Helping each other through bad times; well, that is what friends do for one another," He tried to explain. "Friends; we're not friends. You're a liar and an asshole Trent Hamilton, and I never want to see you again as long as I live," she screamed as she stammered off crying. "That went well," He sarcastically thought as he made his way home that evening wondering if he did right by telling Becky about Tim. The confrontation that Trent expected to have with Tim and his buddies the following day never seemed to materialize. He was sure that she would go running straight to Tim with the hopes that he would refute the awful accusation. When this didn't happen, Trent began to wonder if maybe she was so hooked on the guy that she couldn't even bear the thought of confronting him about cheating on her for fear he might actually confirm it to be true. His entire relationship with Becky changed from that point. Her cheerful demeanor was always the bright spot of his dismal existence. Now she looked upon him with hatred and distain. High school had always been a form of torcher for the young man, but now it felt truly unbearable. His depression was even starting to show through in the quality of Mr. E's plays. He had to make a change. Having more than the required number of credits needed already, he quietly submitted his request for midterm graduation. With this burden out of the way, Trent began to pull himself out of his funk. He refocused his efforts in an attempt to take Mr. E's coaching to a whole new level. When he finally finished he was confident that if his directions were followed properly, his new plays and cheers would attract enough attention from the college scouts to secure not only Becky, but possibly even other members of her team with scholarship offers. Trent's own college plans included an early enrolment in Harvard medical school. With this new turn of events unfolding, Trent uncharacteristically became slightly careless when he was delivering his final instructions to the cheerleading squad. Trent's parents wanted to do something special for his last night at home, but unfortunately they were already engaged in a prior commitment that they couldn't get out of. He understood, as these things sometimes happen with career oriented people. Trent was just finishing up his last minute packing when the doorbell rang. Looking out the peep hole, the young man was shocked to find Stacey standing there. While opening the door to invite her in, Trent said. "Hello Stacey. So what do I owe this pleasure," He asked? "I heard that you were graduating early and leaving town," She said. "Who'd you hear that from," Trent asked annoyed that his plans have already been leaked? "I overheard our principal, Mr. Sutton, ask his secretary to pull your file because you had applied for early graduation. He said that you were moving to Massachusetts," Stacey stated. "Yeah, I've been accepted to a junior internship at Harvard Medical School in Boston," Trent explained. "OMG that is so cool," Stacey exclaimed! "I know. I am pretty excited about it," Trent said. "By the way, Stacey did you tell anyone else about me leaving," Trent asked? "No, when Mr. Sutton noticed that I was standing there, he said that you requested for it to remain a secret, so I didn't say anything," She said. Stacy had never been exactly friendly with Trent in the past, so he obviously wondered why she had bothered to come see him. Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and he just had to ask. "So Stacy, I really appreciate you stopping by like this, but I do have to wonder," He started to ask? "Why I'm here," She finished. "Well the thought has crossed my mind. Don't get me wrong. I really am glad to see you, but I never exactly considered us as- well friends," Trent replied. "Until recently, I never really did either," She said. "I'm sorry, but I am a bit confused. What happened recently to change your mind about me," He asked? "I found out you were Mr. E," She replied casually. "I don't know what you are talking about," he said, though his face revealed otherwise. "You don't have to lie to me Trent. I was running a bit late, and just getting out of the shower when I saw you tack the envelope to the bulletin board in the ladies locker room. I kept out of sight till you left," She told him. Dejected, Trent looked at the ground and mumbled "So, I guess the whole school knows now," He asked? "Well to be honest they probably would have, but lucky for you, Greg was the first person I came in contact with. He confessed that he already knew you were Mr. E, and reluctantly explained to me your reason for doing it. I thought it was the most romantic thing I ever heard. I can't believe you did all this just so that Becky could go to college," She said. "When I overheard the two of you in the library discussing career day I felt terrible for her. She really is a very smart girl. I just knew I had to do something," He confessed. "I can't even believe you thought of something like that," She said. "I have always wanted to follow in my grandfather's footsteps and become a doctor, but my dad is a businessman. He is constantly preaching that I should "think outside the box", as he puts it. I guess without really meaning to I decided to follow his advice for once," Trent explained. "Becky is sure lucky to have a friend like you," Stacey said. "She doesn't think so," Trent meekly replied. "So I've noticed. What is it between the two of you anyway," Stacey asked? "I told her that I caught Tim cheating on her with Dory," Trent answered solemnly. "I thought they seemed a bit too friendly at Greg's party," She remarked. "Yeah, I came around the corner and saw Tim with his hand on her ass. After they left I followed them up to Greg's room, where I heard them having sex. I of course recognized their voices, and there was no denying what they were doing. I told Becky about it and she flipped out. She accused me of lying to her and said she never wanted to see me again. I hoped that over time she would come to realize that I was telling the truth, but I just don't see that happening. It is just too hard to be around her anymore," Trent confessed. "So is she the real reason you are leaving," Stacey asked. "Yes. "Don't get me wrong, this junior enrollment program is a great opportunity, but I probably wouldn't even be considering it, if Becky were still speaking to me," He said. "I think that it is a good idea for you to get a fresh start in a new city. High school is too soon to make any serious long term declarations of love. People need time to grow and find themselves. My motto is have fun, but be safe. I always insist that my partners wear a condom, even though I am on the pill. I am far too young to be looking for a lifetime commitment. I want fun and excitement not diamonds and diapers," Stacey said. "So you think that it is ok for Tim to be banging Dory, because Becky expects too much from their relationship," Trent asked. "Of course not, Tim's a dog. I am always upfront and honest with my dates. They know right away that I am not looking for a boyfriend at this stage of my life. If they end up wanting more out of the relationship and getting hurt in the process then it is not my fault because I told them the truth from the beginning. Tim knows how Becky feels about him, yet instead of being honest about his feelings he chooses to lie and cheat on her," Stacey explained. "Your philosophy actually makes a lot of sense. Maybe I will try it sometime," Trent said. "No time like the present," Stacey replied. "What are you talking about," He asked? "Trent, I came here today to thank you for helping me get a scholarship. I have a certain way of showing my thanks, particularly to the male population," She said seductively. "Stacey, I am thrilled that you were offered a scholarship as well, but my goal was to help Becky, not you," He explained. "I am aware of that, and yet the results remain the same. Even if it wasn't your intention to do so, you helped me out big time, and now I am here to return the favor," She stated. "It's really not necessary. You don't have to do that," Trent protested. "I know that I don't have to do anything, but what if I want to? You already know that I am not looking for a boyfriend, so there is no problem there. You are not seeing anybody right now, and it's not like Becky is coming over to thank you herself. The way I see it, the only thing you have to loose is your virginity," Stacey replied. "How do you know I'm a virgin, He asked? "Are you really going to try and lie to me by saying that you aren't, she questioned? "No, I was just hoping that it wasn't so obvious," Trent answered. "After today it won't be, that is if we get moving," She replied. "Stacey, I'm just not sure I feel right about this," He started to say. "Trent, do you really want to enter Harvard a virgin," She asked. That very question had been plaguing him since receiving the acceptance letter a week and a half ago. Stacey was the answer to this dilemma. Sure she may not have been Becky, but she was one of the hottest girls in school. He couldn't believe that she was actually here in his home, and offering herself up on a silver platter. Deciding that he really didn't want to go off to college without having experienced any form of physical intimacy of the female persuasion, Trent concluded that a brief fling with Stacey might not be such a bad thing after all. After entering his bedroom Stacey started to unbutton her blouse. Gently capturing her hands in his, Trent seductively took over the pending task. Lowering her body to the bed, he slowly removed her top using his fingers to gently caress her shoulders, arms, and stomach just below her breast line. Circling her chest with the tips of his fingers he eased the clasp of her black lacy bra apart, gradually separating it from her milky white flesh. Carefully lowering his head, he used his tongue to draw a line of saliva in the shape of a heart from the top of her chest to just above her navel. According to what he read, the key to oral stimulation was first to avoid her most erogenous areas and instead tease her with soft caresses from both his tongue and the tips of his fingers. Although she was the experienced one, Trent was essentially driving the young woman crazy with anticipation. Most of her previous lovers had been the wham bam thank you mam type. The few that would actually lick and caress her were drawn immediately to her breast or pussy. Trent was the first to incorporate sensual teasing, allowing the use of foreplay to heighten her senses to the point of erotic bliss. When he felt she was properly stimulated, Trent captured her right nipple in his mouth and while gently sucking on it he used his right hand to caress her left tit. Constantly switching back and forth between breast, Trent paid close attention to her moaning and heavy breathing. Reaching down he started unbuttoning her shorts and had her lift up so he could completely remove them. Choosing to leave her panties in place for now, Trent kept his hands caressing her breast as he slowly licked his way down her body. Relying solely on his training from the various books and movies he had seen, Trent continued his method of sexual torture allowing her senses to heighten her pending orgasm to its ultimate conclusion. Trent was sure glad to have this information right now, as he could tell from Stacey's bodily responses that she was thoroughly enjoying his style of love making. Licking her around her panties had been fun, removing them had been a dream, and getting her off with his fingers and tongue had been a fantasy come true. Knowing that his next move would either put an abrupt end to their blissful evening, or forever change his status as a virgin, Trent now had to make one of the most important decisions of his young life. Although, he would have much preferred that the young lady underneath him to be his beloved Becky, it was painfully obvious that she would never want anything to do with him sexually. Stacey was gorgeous, naked in his bed, and after the heights of physical pleasure she had experienced at his hand, more than willing to lead him into the mysteries of manhood, as only a woman can. Tearing open the condom wrapper, Trent made his decision. Once again relying upon his readings, he used meditation and breathing techniques to help control his excitement and prolong his pending orgasm. After about fifteen minutes of constant fucking, Stacey, who compared to Trent, was a seasoned veteran in the sexual arena, was having trouble keeping up with the young man's amazing stamina. Having cum herself three times already, her body felt tired, and achy. Her pussy was sore, her nipples were raw, and she didn't think she could handle the building volcano that was threatening to erupt deep inside her body at any given moment. All of a sudden Trent began to pick up his pace. Holding on to her for dear life, his lower body was now moving at hyper speed, drilling his cock deeper and deeper into her over worked pussy. Stacey's body was now beyond control, thrashing about aimlessly on the bed, as if she were experiencing some sort of traumatic seizure. It all came to an abrupt halt, as he suddenly lunged forward, impaling himself into her, his dick, sending a thick load of heavy semen, thankfully into the miraculously intact condom which still covered it. Reluctantly removing himself from her well stretched out vagina, Trent bent forward to place a light kiss on her moist lips. "STOP PLEASE! Don't touch me right now," She exclaimed! "Did I do something wrong? Oh God, Stacey did I hurt you," Trent asked with a worried expression on his face? "Hurt isn't exactly the word I would use. My body feels like it is on sensory overload. I've never experienced anything like this before. What the hell did you do to me anyway," She asked while trying to catch her breath? Relieved that she wasn't injured, Trent began to explain how the body can react to over stimulation. Reassuring her that the feeling is only temporary, he expressed his sincere thanks for making his first time a magical event that he would never forget. "How is it that a so called virgin knows so much about sex and the human body," She wanted to know? Trent decided that it was time to fill Stacey in on certain aspects of his life, including some of the things he had read. She seemed sincerely interested in his understandings of the human body and its many functions. He shared with her his desire to become a physician and his eagerness to help others. "So how does it feel not to be a virgin anymore," Stacey asked? "Let's just say that losing it was something I have always dreamed of doing, but nothing could have prepared me for what we just experienced," Trent replied. "It's such a shame that we didn't do this a long time ago. We could have had one hell of a lot of fun together," Stacey said. "We still can. My parents aren't due back until late this evening," Trent informed her. The pair ended up pushing the envelope of time, as Stacey left only mere minutes before his parents arrived back home for the evening. Due to all of the physical activity that he engaged in earlier that evening ,Trent slept a lot better than he probably would otherwise have. He awoke the following morning to mixed emotions. He was extremely excited to be leaving his home town and all its drama behind to embark on his new life in Boston, yet apprehensive about all of the changes that were sure to take place. It was an amazing feeling to finally be a sexually active member of society, but Trent wondered how well he would interact with the women of Harvard. Now that he's had a taste of sex there would be no doubt that he would want to continue to experience it on a regular basis. Although having arguable experienced the best night of his entire life, Trent truly couldn't picture himself being involved with Stacey long term. She was a terrific girl, and a tigress in the sack, but the pair just didn't share enough common interest to maintain a relationship. Being his first, he would always harbor fond memories of her, but if he were to be completely honest with himself, Becky still ranked as his true love. Mr. E. (Scaled Back) Trent spent most of his morning packing up all of his last minute essentials and saying an emotional farewell to his parents, before hitting the road around 11:00 AM. It was about noon when Trent finally made it onto the express way and headed towards his new life in another state. Throughout his college career Trent had dated several women, and bedded more than a few of them. Although he really cared for some of the ladies, his heart just wouldn't commit itself to any of them. In truth, several would have been good candidates for marriage, and there were a few he actually loved in his own way, but none of them seemed to compare with what he still felt for Becky. It came as a major blow when he read about her engagement through his online subscription of his hometown newspaper. Trent became rather depressed and completely cut himself off from any of his former friends, and only had the briefest contact with his parents for the remainder of his college enrollment. Upon graduation he spent the craziest and most trying time of his life in residency at a major hospital in the heart of Boston. It had been over a decade since he had left home, when a voice from his past suddenly called to request his return. "Hello, is this Dr. Trent Hamilton," Asked the voice on the phone? "Yes it is. To whom am I speaking with," He asked? "Hi Trent, my name is Mandy Davis, but you may remember me as Mandy Tanner. I was a couple of years behind you in high school," She said. "Of course I remember you Mandy, although I must admit that it has been a while. What can I do for you," Trent asked. "Well, I am on the committee helping to organize your 10th year class reunion. We have arranged this event to coincide with a special celebration honoring Mrs. Miller, as she has recently been awarded teacher of the year by the National Teacher's Association. Since you were one of her best students, as well as being probably her most successful, we were hoping that you could be there to help present the award," Mandy explained. "I don't know Mandy. I am pretty busy here, just finishing up my residency, and I am not sure that I could get the time off work to attend the event. When is it supposed to take place," He asked? "We have booked the local hotel for the 15th of August. I must be honest with you. We have turned this into a kind of fund raiser, and there are going to be some very powerful people with deep pockets in attendance that evening. We are counting on some heavy donations to come in, and it may help loosen a few pocketbooks if they could see a success story like your's first hand," Mandy explained. "So how much is this little evening of yours going to cost me," Trent asked trying to tease his former classmate a bit? "Not a cent. If you'll agree to give a small speech and help present the award I will even wave the $25 a person attendance fee for you and your date" Mandy replied. At the mention of a date Trent cringed slightly. He had actually just broken up with his latest girlfriend a week ago. The split really wasn't a painful one, as he never really fell in love with the woman. It was just yet another reminder that he was getting older and he still didn't have someone special to share his life with. "Mandy, I was only teasing about the cost. I can easily afford the attendance fee, though I don't know about bringing a date. I recently broke up with my last girlfriend, and I might decide to come stag," He explained. "So does that mean you are going to attend," She asked excitedly? "Yes. If I can get the time off work I will be there. I haven't been home for a while now, and it would probably be a good time to visit the folks as well," Trent said to an ecstatic Mandy. "Wonderful. I am going to pencil you in as an RSVP will attend. If for any reason you cannot get the time off please contact me as soon as possible, so that I can make other arrangements," She said. Mandy left Trent with her contact information, and a brief description of how they wanted the award ceremony to commence. The speech was entirely up to his discretion. Due to the fact that he hadn't taken off any time since he started at the hospital, it wasn't too hard to convince his boss to grant him vacation time to attend the event. The speech wasn't a problem to write, as Trent really liked Mrs. Miller as a teacher, and greatly admired her dedication to her students. The only problem Trent had with attending the reunion was he would have to face his old demons. High school wasn't exactly the best time of his life, and he feared all those bad memories he had buried for so long would somehow find their way back to the surface. The time for the reunion came a bit too quickly in Trent's mind. Although his parents were delighted to see him, and he was equally thrilled to be with them again, Trent still was apprehensive about seeing his former classmates again. He couldn't help but wonder about Becky and how her life turned out. Although he didn't recognize the name of her fiancée when he read it in the paper several years back, she must have broken it off with Tim to be marrying this guy. Trent had to wonder if she ever saw Tim for the cheater that he was. Since Trent wasn't anywhere near ready to take a girl home to meet his folks, he decided to attend the event alone. Upon his arrival, Trent gave his name to the receptionist and was told that his attendance fee would be waved for the evening. Feeling guilty that Mandy took his little joke to heart he gave the girl a $100 bill and said that it was his donation for the fundraiser. Mandy was one of the first to spot him, and came over to give Trent last minute instructions on how the ceremony was to take place. After she was finished, Trent mingled around for a while, listening to an endless array of who married whom, and oh by the way I have this pain in my ---, what do you think it could be. Trent had to smirk, as it seemed that whenever anybody found out he was a doctor, they would suddenly want some kind of free medical advice. He had just managed to escape from a couple of hypochondriacs, when he ran into Greg Stevens. "Ha Greg, how are you doing man," Trent asked the former quarterback? "I'm doing well. How have you been," He wanted to know. "Oh I can't complain. I am just trying to finish up my residency, what about you," Trent wanted to know? "Well I threw my knee out in college, and that basically ended my football career. I ended up graduating with a degree in education, and now I teach at our old school and I am also their head football coach there as well," Greg explained. "Man I am sorry to hear about your knee," Trent said. "Don't be. After the operation it really doesn't give me any problems, and although I was an OK player in college I never would have made it to the pros. I ended up getting a full ride scholarship out of the deal, I have a job I really enjoy, I get 3 months paid vacation every year, and now I get to yell at all of the players, instead of having somebody yell at me all of the time," Greg said smiling. "Well, I still am sorry to hear about your knee, but I sure am glad everything seems to have worked out for you, Trent replied. "Say listen man, if you're not too busy maybe you could go over my playbook and give me some pointers, you know for old time sake," Greg asked. "Sorry Greg, but I haven't even thought about football plays in years. These days I am more into bandages than pigskins," Trent replied. "I think it would be great if Mr. E. made a comeback," a voice behind him exclaimed! "I'm afraid that's not going to happen, Stacey," Trent said turning towards his ex-lover. "Hello Trent. It's great to see you again," Stacey said as she moved forward to embrace the young doctor with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Not knowing of their coupling, Greg was a bit surprised by her warm greeting of the ex-class nerd. He quickly shrugged it off thinking that it was just her response to his stature as a doctor and not to the closeness the two once shared. Greg quickly excused himself claiming that he needed to go and track down his wife. "Hi Stacey, it's wonderful to see you again as well. I hope that life has been treating you OK since I left," He asked. "Not too bad. I got married a couple years back. My husband is up at the bar getting us a drink. He will be back shortly," She said. "So besides getting married, what have you been doing since high school," Trent asked? "My husband and I run a local insurance company. Say if you're not happy with your current agent we can probably get you a great deal on malpractice insurance," Stacey said. "Honey, we agreed not to talk about business tonight, remember," Asked the gentleman standing beside her? "Oh great you're back," She exclaimed ignoring her husband's question! "Trent Hamilton, I would like you to meet my husband Stan Walker," she said introducing the two men to each other. "Great to meet you Stan," Trent said. "So, Stacey tells me the two of you had quite a time back in high school," Stan questioned? "Well we um," Trent sputtered as he was caught completely off guard by her husband's remark. "Don't worry Trent, Stan is not the jealous type, are you honey," She asked her husband? "Of course not, in fact I was wondering if you might have mentioned our little proposal to him," Stan asked. "No, un I haven't really had a chance to do that yet," She replied a bit nervously. "What proposal is that Stacey," Trent asked now curious? "Well Stan and I have what you might call a bit of an open marriage. We don't cheat on each other, but we occasionally have people over for a bit of fun. As long as we have each other's consent in advance, we are pretty much open to most things. We are not into heavy BDSM, but a bit of bondage once in a while can be a big turn on. Stan is not into guys at all, but he loves to watch me get it on with other men, especially if they are well endowed. I like to watch him with his girlfriends, but if the lady is willing I also enjoy threesomes, and Stan seems to get off on that as well. I know we haven't seen each other in years, but I told Stan how much fun we had the day before you left, and we agreed that if the opportunity ever arose, we would invite you home for the evening," Stacey said while blushing a bit. "Stacey, as much fun as that sounds, I am going to have to decline your offer," Trent said. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you seeing someone," Stacey asked? "Not at the moment, but I have one solid rule that I just won't break. Consent by the husband or not, I never knowingly do anything sexual with another man's wife. Please don't misunderstand. I am not a prude, nor do I look down on your lifestyle. I have other friends who have extended similar invitations. I told them what I am about to tell you now. I feel that everyone must live by the set of principles in which they believe. When you're single, experiments such as threesomes or orgies can be a lot of fun, as long as you play it safe and use the proper protection. Committed relationships in my opinion are far too complicated on their own without adding other sexual partners into the mix. I may be a bit old fashion, but to me marriage is for monogamy, and anyone that I choose to marry would have to believe the same way as I do on that matter," Trent explained. I thought that you might feel that way, but with as much fun as we had the day before you left I had to at least make the offer. I hope that there are not any hard feelings," Stacey asked? "Not on my part. I do have to say that you are definitely the hardest person I have ever had to turn down," Trent said in all honesty. "Well I don't want to force you to go against your beliefs, but if you ever change your mind the offer is an open invitation," Stacey said with a smirk. "I don't foresee that happening, but one never knows. Weak moments sometimes occur," Trent flirted. Stan and Stacey left pretty quickly after that. Trent thought that they were probably a bit embarrassed that he turned them down. In truth, Trent didn't put too much stock in the survival of their marriage. He really didn't see himself as a prude, but there was no way he would ever share a wife, or even a serious girlfriend with another person. It just wasn't in him to do so. Trent was just coming back from the bar with his drink when he heard someone call out "So the prodigal doctor returns," She said. Turning towards the voice in back of him, Trent was faced with both his greatest aspiration and his worst nightmare all rolled up into one. Her hair was shorter, and had darkened some over the years, but nothing could take away from her raving beauty and the inner glow that was his heart's desire. "Hello Becky, it's great to see you again, Trent said cautiously. "It's really good to see you as well. How has life been treating you Trent," She asked? "Pretty good, I am about to finish up my residency. After that I am not sure if I will stay on at Boston General, or I might even decide to go into private practice. What all have you been doing since high school," He asked though not sure he really wanted her to answer him completely. "I got my associates degree from state, and then I was accepted to St. Andrews school of nursing. I am now a license RN at the local hospital here in town," she said. "That's wonderful. I knew you had your heart set on becoming a nurse. I am so glad that you were able to fulfill your dream," he sincerely replied. Yeah, it was a lot of hard work, and more than once I was tempted to throw in the towel. I stuck with it though, and now I am damn glad I did," she remarked. "So is your husband with you tonight," he asked showing as little emotion as possible? "Oh I'm not married. I did come close once, but it just didn't work out," she answered. "I'm sorry. I read about your engagement through my online subscription to the local newspaper. I just assumed that I must have missed the actual announcement," he explained. "That was quite a while ago. You must not be tapped into the local gossip," Becky remarked. "Not really. I have a hard enough time keeping up with what's going on in Boston, let alone trying to stay up to date on what's happening around here," he replied. "So, how about you," she asked? "What about me," Trent wanted to know? "Does the rich successful doctor have the preverbal wife and 2.5 kids," she asked? "Innocent on all counts your honor. My last girlfriend couldn't stand the strain my career puts on my personal time. She kept accusing me of cheating on her while I was at work. The funny thing is that she turned out to be the one cheating after all. I found that out on one of those rare occasions when I could actually knock off early for the day. I came home and through her, her lover and my king size mattress straight out the front door. God I miss that mattress," Trent said trying to add a bit of humor to a situation that was anything but as far as he was concern. "Your story sounds all too familiar, but at least your girlfriend was with a member of the opposite sex. My fiancée wasn't," she replied. "You mean," Trent started to ask? "Yep, Richard turned out to be gayer than a fruit basket," she said. "Now, I really am sorry. I know it's not much of a consolation, but at least you did find out before the wedding," he replied. "Can you believe he still wanted to go through with the wedding, even after I found out about him and his lover," she asked. "You've got to be kidding, Trent asked bewildered at the mere prospect of such a thing? "I'm serious. He said he was bisexual, and claimed he could stay faithful to me as a female partner, and still be with John, his male lover," she explained. "What was your response to that," Trent wanted to know? "I told him that this was not "Will and Grace" and he could take his lousy engagement ring and shove it up his boyfriends ass," Becky replied. "Good for you. I know you deserve a whole lot better than that guy," Trent said using the term lightly. "I think so too. First I pick a womanizer like Tim, and then I wind up with a guy who "plays for both teams". I guess my career is about the only really good thing I have going for me right now," she said. "I know what you mean. I keep hoping that I meet the right woman someday, but if truth be known, I am just too busy to go out looking for her," Trent agreed. "By the way, I owe you an apology," Becky told him. "No you don't. That was a long time ago," Trent replied figuring she was referring to the argument they had over Tim. "Yes I do," she stated firmly. "You were the only person, even among all of my so-called friends, to have the guts to warn me about Tim. Instead of thanking you for being honest with me, I accused you of lying and said some awful things I deeply regret," she told him. "So how did you find out about him," Trent asked. "Dory turned up pregnant. He; of course, claimed the kid wasn't his, until the DNA test proved otherwise. His parents made him do the right thing and marry her," Becky explained. "Wow! So Tim and Dory are really married," He asked? "They're divorced actually. It seems that Tim never did learn to keep his thing in his pants. She caught him cheating a little over a year ago now. I hear that she really took him to the cleaners in the divorce settlement," Becky said. "Boy, I am going to have to try and make it home more often. I didn't know any of this," Trent exclaimed! "Well that's the curse of living in a small town. Everybody knows everyone else's business," Becky said. "I suppose so. Hey listen, I'm having a lot of fun catching up. How would you like to go get a cup of coffee with me after the banquet tonight," Trent asked? "Aren't you going over to Stacey's house after the reunion," Becky wanted to know. "What makes you think I would go over there," Trent hesitantly asked. "She did invite you, right," she asked? "Well yes, but I turned her down," he said blushing. "Why? From what I heard she gave you quite a sendoff. I would have thought that you would want a repeat performance. I know she does," Becky said. "She wasn't married then," Trent pointed out. "That doesn't matter to her," Becky replied. "Well it matters to me. I could never knowingly have sex with another man's wife, regardless of whether I had his permission or not. I believe that monogamy is the only way to be in a committed relationship. I couldn't live with anyone knowing they didn't feel exactly the same way as I do regarding that subject," Trent explained. "By the way, how many other people know about that night anyway," Trent asked red-faced? "I think that the only other person she told was her husband Stan. I didn't find out until years later. Ironically it was at my bachelorette party. Things were just winding down and all the other girls had already left. Stacey stayed to help clean up. The two of us were a little drunk that night, and the subject turned naturally to sex. We started talking about our wildest sexual encounters, and she told me about taking your virginity before you left town. She said that it was one of the most erotic experiences she has ever had. After finding out that you were coming back for the reunion, Stacey even invited me to join her, hoping that we could entice you to participate if you knew you were getting a shot at both of us," Becky told him. "As much as I would have hated myself for doing so, I still would have declined her offer," Trent said. "What if Stacey and Stan weren't married," She asked? "That wouldn't matter. There is no way I could sit back and watch you have sex with another guy. I just couldn't do it," Trent exclaimed as he darted off to the men's room, leaving a stunned Becky to wonder what made him so upset!