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Terry de Havilland

Floor Two, Locker 21-B whipped open; Mike tossed his knapsack inside and slammed the door shut with a clang. I was about to remind him that he’d at least need his history notebook and a pen, but he cut me off before I got the chance.

“You won’t believe what happened last night. I finally finished downloading that Kelly Adams vampire porno—”

“Cool! It as good as it looks? Uh, Mike? You ought to grab a boo—”

“No idea,” Mike interrupted. “The rip was a dud.

“At first I thought that I didn’t have the codec, so I … It’s unbelievable. You’ll never believe me. I’ve got to show you. You’re gonna love this. Everything’s all set up …”

“Show me what?” I asked, opening the door to the classroom. The room was almost completely empty, which it shouldn’t have been at eight thirty-five a.m. on a Friday morning. You’d expect the teacher to be there, but she wasn’t.

I didn’t mind Miss Hendricks. She was OK. Mike and I were usually late, but she was pretty good about that because we did all, or most, of the class work and participated in the class discussions regularly. She wasn’t a battle-axe and not an easy A; she just made a really good all-around teacher. She’d never be eye candy, either. However, as I said, she wasn’t there. The only person in the classroom was …

Marian Gerstner. A horrible name layered overtop of a thing of absolute beauty. I wouldn’t have been too surprised to find that Marian was the number one source of wet dreams for the majority of the male student population and a good number of the male teachers. My sex fantasies were generally either Marian or the porn star-of-the-month. The latter had been Kelly Adams for the last three months running, demonstrating a lot of staying power, but Marian was a lot closer, so she got way more exposure. Personally, I’d love to expose myself to either girl, if not both in a threesome.

“Watch!” said Mike, as he walked over to the stunning brunette. Given the lambasting she’d delivered to Mike earlier this week, this was going to get ugly. The last time their paths crossed, it’d been mostly an accident, but this time Mike deliberately tempted fate.

“Hey, Marian,” he began.

“Mike.” She stood and her body naturally dropped into teasing pose number five: Breasts out, hands on hips, and lips pursed. “I already laughed at your sorry ass once this week. Don’t you know when you’re out of your league?”

“Yup. You aren’t in my league, but I’ve been fantasizing over your body, like, forever, so consider this a mercy fuck.”

“Huwhat?” Marian was still human enough to have something in common with a geek like me. Sure, it was just complete shock over my best friend asking for a long and lingering death, but at least it was something. Not enough to give me any hope about there being an us in the future, but at least the playing field looked a bit more level.

I couldn’t see Mike, but what he did was obvious even from behind. He dropped his pants.

I waited for Marian to kick his ass. Why not? She’d done it once back in grade eight when Mike tried to steal a kiss in drama class and again in gym when we had dancing. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing what she could do with the heels she wore. I did love the heels, though. She looked effing hot elevated another three or four inches, but she was mental to wear those to school. The vice principal D. F. (Der Furher) Grant took the dress code every bit as seriously as he did every other school rule, and when it came to broken school rules, he played no favourites.

The look on Marian’s face started at total disgust, and any second now, those super sexy stilettos were going to punch a hole in Mike’s gut. But, before she killed him, curiosity got the better of her, and she looked down. When she looked up again, a fraction of a second later, her expression shifted gears fast.

It was absolutely fucking amazing. Her eyes bugged out of her face like a cartoon and just emptied. One moment she was Marian, the haughty fashion queen, and the next she was a dazed, confused, and unbelievably horny sex bomb. She showed off what I’d always wanted to see in that beautiful face: mindless lust. Her pupils were huge and her eyes unfocussed, her face reddening, and her jaw slack. She even began to pant. The stuff of fantasies stood before me, but just my luck. She was looking at someone else.

“You like that, Marian?” asked Mike, sounding not exactly nonchalant, but not all that surprised either.

She let out a sigh and half nodded. She tried a full nod, but her eyes didn’t come all the way back up. Then she dropped to her knees and her hands gripped Mike’s ass as she forced her face right up against Mike’s groin. I couldn’t see much, but either she’d just swallowed my buddy’s cock, or she faked it really well. Whatever it was, Mike had Marian’s face pressed up against him. Her body weaved slightly as she twisted and bobbed her head, or pretended to, and periodically she made little sounds not too far off from the girls in pornos.

Mike moaned, and I was like, “Oh come on! I’ve seen Mike. We compared once and neither of us was very impressive. Definitely not impressive enough for a prissy piece of ass to completely lose it over a quick glance and go down on him at school.”

Where the hell was everybody? We should be having class in here. I almost asked him if this was a set-up, but get real! What could he possibly have that Marian wanted enough for her even to fake this? Money? Marian had a legion of wanna-be boyfriends that were totally loaded. Car? No way. The only possession of any worth that Mike had were the boxes of Spiderman comics; a continuous run going back about thirty-five years that he’d inherited from his dad and built upon fanatically. Marian being a closet Spidey fanatic was about as likely as Marian really gobbling Mike’s cock.

“Ohhhhh God!” said Marian in a garbled moan, followed by a gasp of air and, “Mmmphhh!” as she hurled herself forward again. Mike turned partway to look over his shoulder at me, and now I could see more than I needed to. By quite a bit too. At least twice what he used to sport. Mike grinned.

I watched and finally got up the mind power to ask, “Mike? How?” Before I got any sort of explanation, Mike grunted loudly, bending over slightly and resting on the hand he’d placed on Marian’s head. In return, Marian shrieked like a banshee, muffled only slightly by the stupidly large dick most definitely buried in her mouth. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets far enough to show nothing but the whites, and her throat pulsed as she struggled to swallow. At least it cut off her scream before someone kicked in the door to find out what was going on.

She couldn’t keep up. Her cheeks filled up, and then rhythmic blasts of cum spurted out of her still-bobbing mouth. She should have been strangling, or at least choking, but she and Mike both swayed while she continued her head’s pistoning action all the way through Mike’s impossibly long, unbelievably … productive orgasm.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered a bit too loudly as Marian pulled her face off of the still throbbing, still rock-hard, still ruler-length cock, licked up the overflow splattered all over Mike’s groin and thighs, and tried to masturbate herself through the tight denim of her jeans.

Mike looked over at me again and smiled. “Hey Terry,” he choked out. “I’ll explain everything later. Right now … I promised Marian a mercy fuck.”

A smile, a huge, happy, horny smile, spread across the face of the hottest girl in school. She rolled onto her back and worked her jeans down her perfect legs, her eyes never once leaving Mike’s undiminished rod.

The whole situation was too messed up for words. I mulled it over while getting the novel I’d been reading from my locker.

“Mike and Marian. Geez. What’s next? Suzy Prentice with the perfect body? The guys’d never believe that.”

Miss Hendricks had taken sick too fast to get a sub in, but apparently, everyone but Marian and I knew it. Mike had a whole hour to work off his, and my, wildest sex fantasies with the hottest girl in town. Me? I just had an hour to kill, without a sex-mad, living wet-dream of my own, so I wound up in the library.

Miss Kelly Jacobs

“It’s no fair,” said one of the girls out in the hallway. “She’s so beautiful that everyone in the class just stares at her. The boys all drool over her and it’s just no fair.”

“I know what you mean. I was looking over at Mickey, and when she took her glasses off to clean them yesterday, he just about popped. She must be a goddess or something when she takes her glasses off. I mean when I took a look at what Mickey was lookin’ at, I just about creamed myself …”

I tuned them out before they took that any further, but they did catch my curiosity. No one at the school was that good looking, were they? Personally, I’d kill to be beautiful; maybe not that beautiful, but at twenty-five, it wasn’t likely to happen. I’d finished all of my growing up and filling out long ago and no amount of sneaking to the gym at odd hours, special shampoos, perfumes, or clothes had ever made much of a difference. I was lucky to have the boyfriend I did have, even though we never did anything.

I, Kelly Jacobs, was doomed to the horribly dull life of a high school teacher. Well, it beat the alternatives. I wasn’t working at Wendy’s to pay for school anymore and I’d lost most of the weight I’d picked up eating fast food twice a day, but if only I had someone to do things with. I felt like I lived for the students, and that cheered me up; what could be more worthy that preparing the boys and girls of today to be the men and women of tomorrow?

“Hello, Miss Jacobs,” said Thomas, the first student of the day. He was a good kid. They were all good kids, but some were better than others. I smiled warmly and looked over at him.

“Good morning, Thomas. First to arrive, as always.” He stood there, distracted and staring straight through me. I turned part way around to see what he was looking at. It was just the blackboard and some of yesterday’s notes. “Thomas?”

“Ummng,” he said.

“Are you all right?” I put my glasses on to get a better look at him. He must have been sick because his face was red and he’d broken out in a sweat. “Thomas? Maybe you should go see the nurse.”

“NO!” he shouted, turning around suddenly and running back out of the room. It was very fortunate that the washrooms were across the hall, but I was not letting a sick boy into my class to infect the rest of the students, so I stood up, patted the wrinkles out of my skirt, and walked to the nursing station to consult with Elvira. She’d know what to do.

Lacey Peters

“Hi, Lacey,” called Monica and Monica, and I waved back. It was weird, sort of. I’d just slid right into the new school like I’d always belonged here. Everyone here was just so nice, not like going to school back in the big city. Oh, OK. Sure, not everyone was nice. Christine Baker and I were never really going to get along, but the rest of the cheerleaders were cool, and not at all like the sociopaths back at Rutherford. The jocks were laid back, the regular guys were nice, and the nerds weren’t that nerdy. With one or two notable exceptions, but they were more freaky than nerdy.

The only real problem I had here at HMH was the lack of a boyfriend, and that was because I’d really screwed that up when I got here. I pretended to have a long distance relationship to stave off guys while I got a feel for the school, and now the guy I did want, Ruben Carter, was off limits. I stupidly shut him down on day one with my “boyfriend in Seattle” story, and then he started averaging 30 points a game playing basketball. Whoops. If I went after him now, he’d just think I liked him because he was a sports hero, so I just sort of casually dated and waited for him to clue-in that we were made for each other.

“Hey, Lacey.” A pair of hands latched onto my hips while I dug through my locker. “We were made for each other.”

“Let go, Darren.” OK, so I did have another problem. I’d picked up my very own stalker, Darren Tyrcho. He was a freak, but he was quiet about it, sort of, and had some friends that could control him, sort of. Neither Terry or Mike were around, so …

I pushed back and then jerked forwards. Eew. He had a hard-on, the perv. “I said, let go!”

He stepped back when I pushed my math book in his face. “Sorry. I just can’t help myself around you. I’d do anything for you.”

“Really?” I stuffed my book under an arm and closed my locker back up, and then I spun and stared him in the eye. “Strip naked and walk around the school while quacking like a duck for me.”

I should have asked him to set me up with his cousin Ruben, but Darren was a creep, not an asshole, and there are some things that you just don’t do to people. Telling him “No” is fine, sure, but there are limits to how hard you should shut someone down, and using one guy to get another’s just wrong—the sort of think Christine did for fun. Plus, he did get a stiffie just from touching my hips, so I can’t fault his taste.

“I’ll do it if we do it together,” he replied with a lecherous grin.

“Uhm, let me think about that for a minute. Hmmmmm Parade around the school naked. Hummmm Nah, don’t think so. Why don’t you go bother Elsie? She’s more your type.”

“She’s more Mike’s type. Boobs out to here and all.” He made a moderately explicit set of hand gestures that totally … wait. No, Elsie did have huge freaking breasts. We called her Elsie the Milk Cow behind her back, didn’t we? Well, some of us did.

Darren didn’t bat an eye; he just kept going, following me down the hallway. “You’re just perfect though. A picture of feminine beauty. Short, sweet, and sexy. I love your hair, the way you walk, your eyes are to die for …”

He went on and on and on. Sure, it’s flattering, but if I looked half that good, I’d have moved to south to California to become a movie star rather than north to become a penguin. At least he wasn’t comparing me to porn stars this time, so maybe he can learn.

But every time he comes close to convincing me to give him a chance, he does something stupid. This time he slammed to a halt and stared like an idiot as a pair of basketball-sized breasts popped around the corner. Elsie followed a second or two later.

“Pig,” I said and stomped off.

Christine Baker

I was not having a good day. Abe’s car broke down and I had to walk three blocks to school. In the rain. My dress code-violating dance squad (Ha! My Cheerleader-with-a-capital-C) uniform was soaked, but that’s got some advantages. It clung like it did that time I lied my way into a wet tee shirt contest. Unfortunately, that advantage got uncomfortable really fast, and now I was in my gym suit. Mom would be here before third period with a new set of clothes and back after school with my uniform all washed.

Because of the fucking school dress code, the only times I could really show off the results of all my hard work were before games, so I was missing out. I got to redesign bits of the uniform last year—I’m going to be a clothing designer when I’m done with school—and they are super hot now. No one at school has a chance of competing with me and my girls on game day. We prowl through the school leaving a trail of woodies behind us, but it’s strictly catch and release. I’m saving myself for the perfect guy, and with my body, there’s no way he could ever possibly say no.

That doesn’t mean that I’m not getting some practice before I meet Mr. Perfect. I can totally blow a guy’s mind with my lips.

Anyway, I’d missed so much of first period that I just skipped and hung out by my locker with a couple of the other cheerleaders. Those lucky bitches got a skip period, but mom and dad insisted that I take the full course load, so while my friends had fun, I took Spanish. Usually.

Well, less than usually. I skipped it most of the time. I mean, like, why bother? Everyone speaks English.

“You know what’s, like, really cool?” asked Tanja. Tanja was an idiot. First of all, she insisted that we write her name with a J instead of a Y because, “Like, it’s waaaay coooooler!!!” and second she talked like an idiot. She used “like” waaaay too often, and you could just hear the extra exclamation marks. But she looked great in her uniform—not as good as me, though—and she’s almost as good a dancer.

“What, Tanja?” I asked, wondering what all the noise across the hall was. It sounded like people fucking, but in a classroom? No way.

“Lesbians!!! Lesbians are, like, waaaay cooool!!! Guys think they are soooo hot!!!”

“I never got that,” said Carly. I didn’t like Carly much because she thinks she so much better than everyone else. Just because she gets better grades than the rest of the squad and has done a few TV commercials doesn’t mean that she can try to lord it over us. I didn’t want her on the squad, but everyone else liked her, so I was stuck with her. And she knew people—agents and casting directors and stuff—that I’d love to meet. Once they saw me, Carly’s career would be over.

“I mean,” she continued, “the guys who’re into that stuff have to be really dumb. Hello, guys? They’re lesbians. They don’t need you. They don’t really want you, so grow up and find a nice girl who’s into guys. When you think about it, the lez’s are just thinning the herd for the rest of us, but that’s a good thing, I guess. If idiots waste all their time lusting over what they can’t have, then I don’t have to worry about them breeding as many stupid children.”

“Ya, but, like, we can pretend to be lesbians to get their attention!!!”

“Right,” I said, trying to figure out who it was making out in Miss Hendricks’s room. People just don’t sound the same when they’re cumming. Abe sounded totally different when I worked him. There was no way I’d be able to sneak a peek with my idiot friends babbling behind me, so, “Tanja, Carly, just go somewhere. Go and be good lesbians. I wanna find out what’s going on in that room.”

“Who cares?” Carly said, her voice cracking for some reason. “It’s just … Mmmwn?”

I didn’t bother turning around. Tanja was just being a good friend and muffling the bimbo, and I was busy across the hall, peeked through the little window in the door.

“Fuck!” There were people in there fucking! The guy lay on the ground thrusting this massively thick cock up into the girl riding him. Riding, nothing! She looked like she was trying to break a bronco. At one point, she bounced her way up and off of the guy’s dick. I don’t know how she managed it, because he was fucking huge! I’d never be able to take that and she was bouncing up and down, with the guy slamming it up into her!

“Fuck!”

And that massive rod looked totally out of place on his pudgy body. He had the parts, but he was no stud, that’s for sure.

“What’s going on in there?” asked a voice.

Suzy Prentice. Now that was another girl I just couldn’t stand, but she had some … redeeming points. Despite having a body that was the stuff of male wet dreams—stacked, leggy, the face of an angel, and waves of blonde hair running down past a bouncy, heart-shaped ass—she didn’t flaunt it. She didn’t even seem to care that she could have any guy she wanted. Best of all, somehow the guys picked up on her lack of interest and didn’t notice her, which is totally fucked up. She’s probably the best reason on the planet to be bi, but you never heard that from me, OK?

Still, having to change in the same locker room as her before gym was a serious blow to the ego. I’d kill for a body like that, and she totally wasted it by being a nerd. And that’s what I liked about her: Even I knew I couldn’t compete with that body—I swear, she’s completely perfect—but I couldn’t get properly jealous because she was completely fucking oblivious. I didn’t have to compete, something for which I should have thanked God nightly. I didn’t though. It was weird. I couldn’t really remember Suzy bothering me like this before, but she’d always been unbelievably hot … hadn’t she?

“You won’t believe me,” I said, moving out of her way so Suzy could get a look.

“Oh my— Is that Mike? Mmmmy God!” Suzy’s jaw dropped, and when it snapped back up she gulped and licked her lips.

Fuck! It was Mike! I could see him clearly when Suzy stormed into the room to stop them. Mike was a complete loser. The nerd’s Nerd. And somehow, watching his cock—now that I knew it was him—moving inside whoever he was fucking, I started to feel myself getting wet! Not just wet, but totally-need-to-fuck gushing wet. I slammed the door shut and spun around, gasping for breath. No way. Totally no way. I was not going to fuck Mike. I wasn’t going to suck him off. No way. No how. Never.

I stood there, my pussy boiling, my mouth an empty hole waiting to be filled, and my heart pounding, listening to Suzy’s yells blend into the other girl screaming back. Mike said something and the other girl shrieked. Suzy went silent for a moment, then let out a loud gasp that made me even wetter.

More yelling, but quieter this time, and a half a minute later, Marian fucking Gerstner ran out, crying while the sweetest, sexiest moans—ever—followed her out until the door slammed shut. My number one competition for school’s most popular girl had been totally porno-fucking the geekiest guy in the world. Not only that, but she’d been chased off by the girl geek chess co-champ with the blond fuck-bunny body. I couldn’t wait to start spreading that around. Sucking off Mike would have to come later. Oh God, I can’t believe I thought that.

But still, I was suddenly having a very good day. Carly and Tanja just had to hear about this. The sooner the news spread, the better.

“Hey girls …” I looked around, but they were gone.

Terry

You bet your ass that I was back outside the classroom just before the changing bell. What I saw when I looked through the slim slit of glass in the door disturbed me a little. Somehow, Mike’d either gotten tired of or tired out Marian (disturbing by itself), and now he had Suzy Prentice spread on her stomach over the teacher’s desk.

Or a sort-of Suzy, that is. This Suzy looked more like the sort who’d call herself Suzi-with-an-I. Her bright blue eyes shone out through the dainty little glasses that sat on her tiny little nose, her mouth was mostly an O, but occasionally opened wide to sing out an exultant cry audible in the hallway. That was the end of the similarities with the old Suzy. Tits like basketballs—well, not quite, probably not even softballs, but more than big enough for me—squashed into the desk, mounds of blonde hair cascaded across and over the edge of her desk, and a rounded bubble-butt bounced and played gloriously as Mike—holy shit—did her ass.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I’d always suspected that Suzy dressed up nice, but … holy shit. Mike undressed her up nice. Suzy was supposed to be rail thin, flat as a post, and six feet tall. Now she looked like she lived in a gym and had more soft curves than an F1 track. Holy shit! She still tall, but that just made the perfect body more to enjoy. And she was wasting it on Mike!

Don’t get me wrong here. Suzy treated Mike a hell of a lot better than Marian did, but Suzy never liked Mike. She respected his brains and how fast he figured stuff out, but Mike’s attitude towards actual work grated on her. Suzy never stopped. Mike almost never started, but at the last minute, he’d bang out something brilliant and, more often than not, get the same grade Suzy spent a week or two earning.

Right now, he was banging something brilliant, all right, but she was the second or third last girl Mike should ever manage to tag.

Holy shit! Even her voice was perfect; the soft cries and moans were having a race with her body to see which could get me erect the fastest.

I watched, dumbfounded and excruciatingly horny, as she lifted herself up on her hands and knees to push back harder into Mike and kiss him passionately while she ground that stupidly huge rod of Mike’s in deeper. I didn’t think she was Suzy Prentice anymore. Hopefully she was better, but unless Mike had worked her brain over to the same degree as her—holy shit—breasts, our lunchtime chess matches were about to get more … difficult. No damn way was I going to be able to focus on the game, but odds are—knowing Mike’s taste in women—Suzy now had melon brains to go with her melon breasts. What a complete fucking waste.

But holy shit.

That settled things. According to Sherlock Homes, when you eliminated the impossible, what ever remained, no matter how improbable, had to be true. Well, according to that logic, I was completely screwed. What was going on was impossible.

He hadn’t been kidding. Whatever happened to Mike last night was unbelievable, but it happened. Did he get a magic remote control like in the Click movies? Was he abducted by some horny aliens who gave him the key to the untapped powers of the mind in return for a quick anal probe? Did he inherit his grandfather’s long-lost spell books? Hypnosis could explain Marian, but that couldn’t explain Suzy and the boobs … could it? What about Suzy’s hair? She had a muddy brown bob yesterday and now she had a platinum mane probably running down to her thighs. Holy shit, those were nice thighs. Muscle rippled as she slid herself up and down his shaft.

Whatever let him do all this, Mike was still too good a friend for me to walk in and interrogate him while he kissed and ass fucked a goddess, but if he didn’t set me up with Allison Meriwether or someone similar at lunch, I might change my mind. I’d do it very quietly, though. Only an idiot would go out if his way to piss off a guy who could make the hottest girl in school lay a porno-class BJ on him or turn a wallflower-class girl geek into the new hottest girl in school. In the world!

Not only would you not get the serious nookie (even if it was just cast-offs and hand-me-downs; I’m not proud), but just think about how you could come out. Fortunately, Mike wasn’t very inventive, and we shared some obvious similarities in our tastes. We’d have no problems getting along until he went mad with power or I could figure out how he was doing this shit.

Hmmm. Maybe he would set me up with his sister if I asked. He wouldn’t have to change much there because Callie was already stacked and leggy. What else could a guy want? Personally, I would have taken Suzy—we got along OK, she was smart as hell, and not really that bad looking before Mike went to town—but it looked like Mike’d staked his claim. Allison would have to do.

Miss Jacobs

A very peculiar day so far, but the students were very attentive. Maybe they were finally getting used to me and the way I do things. I knew I could win them over without having to resort to threats of detention and more homework. See? I do know a thing or two about teaching … and my hearing wasn’t as bad as some students seem to think.

“Can you believe Miss Jacobs is a teacher? Yow! She should be a movie star or something.”

Why thank you, Thomas, but it won’t get you a higher grade and I still want to see you after class. I will have an explanation, maybe. Elvira said you were fine, but she said it with a snicker, so not everything was right. Obviously, she thought something was funny, but I can’t put a finger on exactly what.

“You remember that one movie where Kelly Adams played the high school teacher? She’s just like that. Even has the same first name.”

“I must have missed that one, Darren,” replied Thomas. “Who’s Kelly Adams?”

I was just as mystified. I’d never heard of Kelly Adams, either.

“Terry knows what I’m talking about.”

“You bet I do,” said a third voice, Terry most likely. I didn’t have Terry in any of my classes. “I can’t believe you missed her, Tommy. Hottest freaking porn star on the planet! She played this meek and shy teacher, always trying to interest her horny students in the class and by the end, she’s dressed like a walking wet-dream. Even screws a student for getting an A on a report and distracts the vice principal with a blowjob when everybody gets a detention. Best movie, ever. I wouldn’t mind having a teacher like that.”

Excuse me? I listened, almost horrified and very glad that I didn’t have Terry in any of my classes. He didn’t want a teacher, a responsible educator; he wanted a nymphomaniac! How did they manage to see all of these … never mind. They downloaded them off the internet. The world sure had changed since I was their age. Did I really want to fit in with them? Could I fit in with them?

“Oh please, yes. Miss Jacobs as the hard-bodied porno-teacher; bending over to write on the bottom of the board; those killer, long legs of hers running up into the round ass peeking out the bottom of her tight miniskirt. About five minutes into CD 2 and the best scene in the whole movie. I’ll clip it out and send it to your G-Mail.”

“And the heels, dude,” added Darren. “Don’t forget the heels. Total, beautiful stripper heels. But the best scene is the one where she inspires the kid she kept after class. Bet he tried hard—really, really thick and hard—after that. And the way she always says, ‘You are so wasted here’ just cracks me up.”

I covered my mouth to keep from letting out the squeak of shock. Is that what they think of my heels? I looked down at the clear plastic, five-inch stilettos I wore. They didn’t look that tacky, did they? Well maybe they did with a miniskirt, but my skirt was a respectable knee length. After all, I deserved to show off the gym work a little. Didn’t I? I didn’t want to look like an old maid. I’m only twenty-five!

“You’re a freak, Darren,” said Tommy, laughing. He was actually laughing about a movie where a teacher made a fool of herself, but he made up for it, redeeming himself with a show of good sense. “Guys, she’s in the next room. The door is open. Duh!”

“Everybody says I’m a freak. Don’t blame me, I’m just living up to their expectations. Come on, dudes, class time with Carrie. Oh, Babay!”

My whole teaching philosophy was in a shambles. Thanks to the garbage they watched online, they had these … unrealistic expectations that I could never live up to. I had to think. I was losing them. Losing them to porn stars and sex films. I had to keep their minds in the classroom; I had to find some way to connect and, strangely enough, the film they talked about may lend some useful insights. To teach the students, you had to understand the students, so swallowing my pride, I promised myself to find and watch a copy of that movie. I had to counter the damage it did, somehow.

Terry

While Darren sat back and lusted over the redhead two seats ahead of us, I came up with a short list of stuff this guy wanted—like Callie or Allison with Suzy’s amazing new ass and maybe Suzy’s old smarts and new turbocharged libido, or better still, Suzy herself—during English, and then I went back to find Mike. He owed me an explanation, at the very least.

However, I was too late. Doug MacKay, Marian’s preferred toy, caught up with Mike first.

I’ve pieced bits together since, and I think this is how it happened, more or less. Whatever Mike did to Marian, she really loved it. I mean really loved it, but, when Mike stopped blowing her mind with his “magic” cock and tossed her out of the room so he could do Suzy, Marian got a) jealous and b) freaked out.

I’m not into psychology or any of that sort of stuff, but here’s my guess: Marian, coming down from orgasmic overload, had concluded that Mike drugged her or something. This was a perfectly rational conclusion, based on the insane evidence. Seriously, there was no way she’d ever make out with Mike if she were in her right mind. I know that drugs weren’t involved, unless he doped her up well ahead of time and deliberately arrived at school late. If I had a sex-ready Marian waiting for me, I would have been early, but Mike has a bigger taste for drama than I do. By itself, that could have made sense, but it didn’t explain porn star Suzy, the foot-long dick, and the mostly empty classroom.

Anyway, either because she was mad about being drugged and raped, or because she liked it too much and didn’t like being ditched for Suzy, she told Doug, and Doug went hunting. Doug only went hunting after he went out to his car and got a baseball bat, though.

I got on the scene in time to see paramedics carrying Mike out of the building on a stretcher, and a police officer carrying a dented aluminium bat. Doug was already gone by that point, either fled or hauled off by the cops.

So much for having Allison for lunch, huh?

Super Porno Suzy sat off to one side, screaming bloody blue murder and threatening Marian with fates worse than death, while the school counsellor spent more time talking to her recently emphasized rack than counselling, and a couple of cops tried to talk with Marian. That was an even bigger waste of time than the Suzy-counsellor dialogue because Marian looked even worse off than Suzy, just in the other direction. I couldn’t get close enough to hear much over her blubbering, Suzy’s death-threats, and the buzz of the other students, but I don’t think she had expected Doug to go after Mike quite that seriously. Jesus, girl, what did you expect? Subtlety from a Neanderthal?

Think about it. What’s going to happen when you walk up to one of the school’s leading dim-wits and say something like, “Hey, slave, I just got the fucking of my life, and I’m not sure I liked it or not. So, I’d like you to put a hurt on Mike for me.”

The answer’s going to be, “Duh, OK!” served up with a supersized order of violence, since that’s all the meatheads are good for, really.

I like to think that with the sort of power Mike had, I’d be a bit more subtle myself. Being beaten nearly to death within fourteen hours of gaining nigh-infinite power’s a pretty sad record. Look at what he accomplished: He banged the hottest girl in the school, gave the smartest girl in the school a body that’d give Vida Guerra an inferiority complex, and what’s the point of a foot-long dick? Ninety percent of the girls you’re going to meet aren’t going to be able to take that sort of abuse, so why bother?

Why would you give yourself a dick too large to use properly and not give yourself enough muscle to be able to defend yourself against someone like Doug? Clearly, Mike’s theatrical bent kicked him in his balls, and that was easy considering he’d probably scaled them up the same way he had with his dick. Mike didn’t think things all the way through, or he gave himself the super-dick first, and it did all his thinking for him afterwards. Maybe he’d be able to heal himself when he woke up. If he woke up.

Half a class later, it was my turn to answer questions for the cops.

“What? You kidding? She practically jumped him! Rape, my ass!”

“That’s not what we’ve been hearing, kid—”

“Terry. Listen. Marian hated Mike’s guts, that’s fact, but this morning we walked into Miss Hendricks’ history class a few minutes late, and the only person there was Marian. No teacher, no other students, just Marian. She did her usual ‘Eff off, Mike’ routine, flashed some skin to keep him coming back for more abuse, and then, instead of slinking away, Mike dropped his pants.”

“And raped Miss Gerstner.”

“And Miss Gerstner dropped to her knees and gave him a blowjob! Marian could have kicked the crap out of Mike if she wanted to. She’s done it before. There’s no way it could have been rape.”

“A girl, who you admit dislikes the suspect, suddenly does an about face and makes out with the suspect in a public place.”

“Hey, I’m just telling you what I saw. I don’t believe it much either, but if you want weird, what about Suzy?”

“The young lady who was … with the suspect when he was found by the distraught boyfriend?”

Distraught boyfriend? Oh shit, Mike’s really in trouble. “Nobody’s pointed out the fact that she’s …” I held my hands out as if I was cupping a pair of enormous breasts.

The cop just looked at me funny. “Those are called breasts, son. All girls have them.”

Fuck! I almost screamed. “Yesterday she didn’t. Or not like that anyway.”

“No one mentioned spontaneous breast enlargement, and I think that Miss Prentice would have …”

And that’s how I shot my interview and Mike’s chances all to hell. Nobody took me seriously after that. Everyone knew Suzy had always been a complete sexpot, even Suzy apparently, and were so used to it that people hardly noticed her. Everyone but me, that is. For some reason, probably to be able to brag to someone, Mike had excluded me from this denial of established fact.

I wasn’t the only one to try to stand up for Mike. Suzy had some very choice words for the cops and for Der Fuhrer, the vice principal. I could hear her yelling while I waited in the hall.

I knew Mike was doomed because I knew where Mike and I stood in the school—right at the bottom.

Mike and I didn’t fit in. Our idea of fun consisted of messing with computers, reading, and acing exams. Not that Mike ever did much studying. He’d just look at a book and memorize the thing in time to slaughter tests. I really hated the prick during exam times, but Mike was a genius when it came to applied stuff. His imagination sucked, but if you gave him enough books and set him to a problem, it he solved it in nothing flat. The only reason we were still virgins—or I was, anyway; Mike seemed to have solved that problem, too—was we never found a good book on how to get laid.

The world needs some losers, but just you wait. In high school, we’re losers, but in the Information-Based Economy of the “real world,” nerds are kings. All it takes is patience and a firm work ethic.

But Suzy never really figured it out. She knew all about patience and work ethic—obviously, since our chess matches tended to split fifty-fifty—but she didn’t think it was fair. And this was a typical case: Future Homecoming Couple vs. President of the Computer Club. No one was listening to the nerds, even though Suzy fought tooth and nail. I felt embarrassed listening to her haranguing Mr. Grant. If I had the balls, I would have said what she spat out. Probably with more swearing, though.

Even without what Mike did to her body, you had to love the girl—unless she was yelling at you. I hated it when she opened fire on me, probably because she tended to be right.

If anyone was going to be messed up, it should have been Suzy. Seriously. New body, ass fucked by my best friend—a guy she thought was complete slacker—and now being treated like a bubble-headed blonde bimbo. She seemed to come out OK, though. Better than Marian, that’s for sure. Marian went basket case and spent half her time moaning about needing Mike and the other half cursing his name for not being there.

But Suzy … when Mr. Grant tried to send Suzy home to recover from the “trauma” she’d suffered, she not only stayed at school, but she told him to go to hell—literally—and joined her in-progress physics class. That’s Suzy all right. Whatever Mike’d done to her body didn’t seem to extend to her brain. Or not much, anyway; there was still the matter of her merrily pushing double digits of cock into her ass earlier. That wasn’t very Suzy-like. Or maybe it was, and that had been the first time she’d gotten to try it out. I made a mental note to find out when I had a chance.

I’m not sure why I did it, but I let the cops drop the contents of my locker into evidence bags and haul it away. No. I lie. I let them do it because I was mad as hell and couldn’t wait until they found out they’d cleaned out the wrong locker. Morons. Fortunately I already had most of my notebooks in my bag and knew Mike’s locker combination. I cracked open locker 2-21-b to loot his physics book before I remembered: Mike took Chem instead.

No problem, I sat close to Suzy and leaned in close to share her book. No really. At first I just wanted a peek at her book, but holy shit, she has nice tits now. I wound up spending more time imagining those round mounds bouncing in counterpoint to her perfect ass as it squeezed all of the cum out of my balls, than I did to taking notes. As you can see, I’d picked up a serious anal fixation, and it’s all Mike’s fault, the bastard. But holy shit, Suzy has a nice ass these days. How could you not want that ass after seeing it in action?

Christine

Carly and Tanja are so totally off my Christmas card list. I can’t believe they were making out in the bathroom when I finally found them. Yuck.

They could at least have told me they were gay. Well, partly gay, because I know Tanja lost her big V to Ruben after he scored thirty-two points in the Carter win, a month and a bit back. But still! I mean I’ve been sharing a shower with them for years and … Yuck.

I really needed a pick me up, so, “Hey, Suzy, like, how was Mike?”

She looked at me and gave a sigh of resignation. She’d completely missed the sarcasm in my voice. That or she ignored it. “Same as always. Huge dick and he thinks he knows how to use it, but meh. Still, I can’t seem to stop myself when I see it. I don’t think Marian could either, but she’s always been sort of crazy.”

“You mean this has happened before?” I asked, my mind reeling. Mike’s cock always had that sort of impact on a girl? I half wanted to go visit him in the hospital, and I still can’t stand the creep.

“Sure, no girl can resist it.”

“What are you talking about?” I said, trying to flush the memory of the wet heat that had grabbed me when I saw him at work. “I did!”

“You’ll have to show me how then; I’m getting kind of tired of being taken advantage of. Even if it does feel sooo good. I just wish he’d just lay there and not screw things up by trying so hard.”

“Excuse me!” I snapped back at her. “You and Marian were bouncing on him like a pogo stick, screaming your heads off, and you’re telling me you didn’t like it?”

“Of course I liked it!” Her eyes started to glaze over and a smile spread across her face as she reminisced. “I can’t help it; no one can. It just feels too good for you to want to resist it, but then he starts groping and hammering away and totally ruins it. He’s gifted, yes, but he has no class at all. He’s always in such a rush to get off.”

God, what did I miss this morning? Marian must have been telling the truth, and she was drugged. Suzy too. Of course, it had to be, like, drugs or something. No one would fuck Mike. No way Mike’s cock could be a … a religious experience.

But it couldn’t be drugs because I felt it too. But not until after I knew it was Mike. As soon as I knew Mike was Mr. Supercock, I flooded my panties. If Suzy hadn’t raced in there, I would have! How the fuck could Mike have drugged me too? If it was in the school’s water, every girl here would have drooling pussies every time we looked at him. Maybe it’s keyed to scent like some sort of pheromone.

See? I pay attention in Biology, but not enough, obviously. “So how does he do it?”

“How should I know?” replied Suzy with a sigh. “If he bottled it though … I’d buy some.”

“What for? You could have any guy you wanted.”

“Me?” she said indignantly. “Oh come on. The guys all ignore me.”

No shit. That’s another thing I’d love to understand. Suddenly school’s getting very complicated.

“But I think I’m making headway on one of them,” Suzy continued. “That’s who the bottle’s for.”

“What bottle?” I asked, lost again and starting to get pissed off.

“If you could bottle Mike,” she said slowly. “I’d want a bottle for Terry.”

“Terry Harper?” I asked, naming a running back. “He’s, like, black.”

“Terry de Havilland. Duh. Like Harper’d look at me. Asha totally owns him.”

Normally, that “Duh” would have signed her social death warrant, but two things held back the rage. One, if Suzy put the moves on Terry Harper, Asha would have been forgotten in an instant. Two, Suzy didn’t have a social to kill. Or however you’re supposed to say it. And she wanted to sleep with Terry de Havilland. Yuck. If I really wanted to punish her, I’d hook the two up. With a hotter-than-hell body that any guy would sell a testicle to lay, she wanted nerd number three. Not nerd number one—there’s almost some prestige in Mike because he’s the universe’s biggest nerd—but nerd three.

You know, when I thought about it, she’d done Mike, you had to be fucking mental to have anything to do with Darren Mike, and that left Terry. So it almost made sense.

“Well, he’s right over there at his locker. Offer to sleep with him. That’ll get his attention. Goooood luh-huck,” I sing-songed, walking off to find some way to replace my two gay, former best friends.

Lunch Period Montage

“Right,” said stubby little Bernadette Walker, as she slunk past the row of lockers. “And I’ve got a body to put Brooke Burke to shame.”

“You don’t have to make fun of me, Dee. I was just wondering why you don’t—”

“Because I want a guy who wants me for my mind,” Bernadette complained, walking along with confident, long-legged strides. “Duh!”

“Mandy Bennet?” asked Bobby Unger. “Dude, you know what they say: Still waters run deep. If I got her alone and put the moves on her, she’d be screaming on my cock in a minute.”

“Uh huh. Whatever you say, Bob.”

“Julie, forget about her,” implored the redheaded and tall Yvonne Neumarr. “Helen Mott just comes to school so she can parade her body in front of boys. She couldn’t count past ten without using her toes.”

“Well, it’s still not fair!” whined the raven-locked acrobat, Julie Craig. “Not only does she have, like, Z-cup tits, but Helen’s a total slut! Nobody’s boyfriend is safe with her around!”

“Yeah, but I wish we had bodies like that.”

“Oh, God, yeah!” enthused Adam Campbell. “One look at Sandi and I cream!”

“So?” replied Ed. “Ask her out. Here she comes.”

“Omigod! nnnnUrrrgh!”

“Adam,” said Sandra, sneering as the stain spread across his shorts. “You are so gross.”

“No!” protested Amber Lee. “It’s not like that, well maybe … Howie’s hung like a horse.”

“And you’d go down on him in a minute, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, you bet I would. So would you!”

“No I wouldn’t,” Carla lied, feeling her groin heat at the thought.

“Ted, you are so gay.”

“And I’ll thank you to not advertise the fact at school, Martin.”

“Sorry, man.”

“Hey, it’s not that I’m ashamed, I’m just a little leery of what some of the rest of the team would do if they found out. I want to keep my teeth in place.”

“Paula is such a bitch!” raved Somaya.

“Well, duh! Of course she’s a bitch, but why get your undies in a bundle over a dog?”

“I … I’m not sure …”