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Long Weekend, The
Chapter One
The
bell rang. Half the class jumped to their feet, while
the rest wrote franticly, in a vain attempt to answer that
one
last test question. Then there was me. Having finished
fifteen
minutes earlier, I was reading the final couple pages in
the new
Piers Anthony book I picked up the day before yesterday.
Loathe
to put it down and knowing this was the last period before
lunch,
I spent another couple minutes and finished it. So much
for Mr.
Friedman's history class, and so much for another book.
Being a
senior, I only had one more class after lunch, photography.
After
that a four day weekend awaited. President's Day, or in
this case
days was the cause. The school administration in their
infinate
wisdom decided to lump the two together. A day off is
of course a
day off and I didn't mind. Not that I had any special plans,
perhaps check out a couple used book stores, or work on
programming the computer game I never seemed to finish.
With my
parents overseas on buisness for another couple weeks I
could
pretty much do as I pleased. All in all it was going to
be just
another boring weekend...little did I know.
Reaching
down, I shoved my recently finished paperback into
an overflowing backpack. With a little stretching and
pulling I
managed to zip it closed. I stood up, and promptly managed
to
bump into one of those last to finish who were hurrying
to lunch.
Books and paper cascaded to the floor in a random fashion,
while I
tripped and landed flat on my face. Looking up, I was
exposed to
an unexpected delight. Standing over my head at just the
right
angle was Heather Fergusson. Heather was one of those
wet dreams
half the school had. She had a perfect slim body with
all the
appropriate curves. Her long blond hair came down to just
below
her waist accenting the rest of her figure. As to her
face, with
all the makeup she usually wore, Heather managed to always
have
that sexy "I want it look". The fact that her
parents were filthy
rich and had given her a BMW for her seventeenth birthday
didn't
hurt matters. She also by popular acclaim was on the cheerleading
team. Didn't do to well in school, but then again most
guys on
the football team weren't doing that well either.
Today
she was wearing a just past belly button length loose
fitting ruffled white blouse, a mid-thigh blue denim skirt,
white
socks, sandals, and lacy pink panties. Oh yes definately
those.
From my undignified position on the floor I was able to
look
straight up at them. Slowly my eyes had followed her long
lithesome legs up until they reached there apex at them.
Closer
inspection showed the outline of her slit which was barely
visible
as a ridge down her pubis, and a few fuzzy hairs that were
peeking
out under the edges. The color of which proved beyond
a doubt
that she was a "true" blonde. More than slightly
embarressed at
the view I skooted back, only to reveal and even more enticeing
one, as she leaned down to pick up her dropped books.
Her blouse
had opened forward directly over my face, revealing the
utter lack
of a bra. Naked to my sight were her fully formed breasts.
While
not huge they were amply endowed, and I traced their curves
longingly. Her pert little nipples were erect and sent
a shiver
down to my now raging hardon. The sight lasted but a second
to be
replaced suddenly by Heather's face. She had a definate
smirk on
as she said, "You better look were your going from
now on," with a
little too much emphasis on "look". Tongue-tied
I barely managed
to mumble a sorry being fairly much in shock. Seeing I
was not
going to be of any help she reached over me to pick up
the rest of
her papers. Her blouse again fell forward giving me an
even better
view of her naked bodice. Her rounded breasts were absolutely
perfect as they swayed with her every movement. In total
rapture
I could but watch the show dumbly. Having picked up her
papers,
she walked away a couple steps and turned back toward me.
Bringing
one hand up to her face she blew me a kiss then slowly
and
sensuously licked her lips.
Heather
spun on her heels and with a definate shake of the
hips quickly left the classroom, leaving me in a dazed
shock with
a rather uncomfortable and even more embarrassing condition.
Pulling myself up off the floor I noticed a small white
envelope
underneath my legs. Figuring it must have dropped with
the rest
of Heather's papers I picked it up. Indeed it did say Heather
on
the outside, however, she was long gone. Perhaps I could
catch
her at lunch to return it, then again considering the current
condition of my dick when I saw her again in class on Tuesday
would be soon enough. Kneeling down in front of my backpack
to
help cover my stiff member I unzipped the backpack's zipper
again
to deposit the letter. I also made a show of rearranging
my
schoolbooks to give certain portions of my anatomy a chance
to
cool off. When I was done I exited the classroom.
After
picking up my boxed lunch and exchanging books at my
locker, I settled down for a long lunch. I tried without
much
success to keep those brief and embarrassing images of
Heather out
of my mind as I ate. Thoughts of her breasts and panties
keep
flitting in an out of my mind making it impossible to concentrate
on another dull lunch. Finally I finished eating and opened
my
backpack in search of something to pass the last few minutes
of
lunch, and get my mind off Heather. Unfortunately I had
forgotten
to bring a backup book and almost decided that I was out
of luck.
Then my eyes caught on the envelope. What the hell I thought
Heather will never remember where she lost it. Making
sure no one
was looking in my direction, I brought it out and tore
it open. A
faint wiff of feminine perfume crossed my nose as it came
open.
Inside was a folded piece of notebook paper. Unfolding
it
revealed a few short lines of text and a map. I began
reading.
Another four day weekend is upon us and my boring
parents are out of town. To celebrate I am having
a
slumber party! You and the rest of the cheer squad
are
invited to a weekend of swimming, games and other
amusements. As last time swimsuits and nighties arn't
needed! My place after school Thursday.
See ya there! Dominique.
Just
then the bell rang for sixth period. I hurridly shoved
the letter and envelope back into my backpack. About this
time I
noticed my member was again erect. With a little bit of
maneuvering I managed to get to class without anyone noticing
the
bulge in my pants. Between images of Heathers luscious
breasts and
thoughts on the letter, I was out of it fantasizing what
it would
be like to see Heather and the rest of the cheerleading
team
totally in the buff. Luckily Mr. Mason hadn't much planned
for the
class and simply lectured on various outdoor photography
techniques in preparation for next weeks lessons.
Halfway
through class I suddenly became much more intereseted
in Mr Mason's lecture. He had changed topics and was discussing
photographing wildlife, and how sometimes it was very useful
to
remain hidden from your quarry so as not to spook it. Putting
one
and two and three together I came up with six or maybe
a perfect
ten. This had definate possibilites. While I had already
seen
Heather's naked breasts, I wouldn't mind seeing the rest
of her.
Not to mention that the rest of the cheerleading team was
almost
as beautiful. Lets see there were Dominique, Beth, Christine,
Sandra, Jennifer, Lisa and of course Heather. As I went
through
each name I brought up imagined picture of them sans clothes.
Assuming they all showed up that would be seven gorgeous
girls
naked maybe more. Definate possibilities here. And as Mr
Mason
says "One should always be ready to capture the moment."
Though
this time cheating and using mom's camcorder with its telephoto
lense setup would guarantee footages to last a lifetime.
I still
could of course take my 35mm camera for still shots.
I almost
missed the period ending bell being so deep in my
plans. However it woke me out of my reverie and I hurried
out to
my old Buick not bothering to stop back at my locker.
I had just
remembered cheerleading was a seventh period class. Heather,
Dominique and the others were stuck at school for at least
another
hour. If I hurried I could get home, snatch the neccessary
equipment and beat everyone to Dominique's place, which
according
to the map was up in the hills just a few short miles from
where I
lived.
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