Episode 246: HE’LLHOUND

One bell bled into another on a weary day at Horton-Dexter High School. Eventful for some, dull and boring for others. Unless you were in the senior 80 % who were fortunate enough to know about a certain counsellor or a sexy hot English teacher, or even a meek but hopeful art teacher coming out of her shell, pearl in hand. Everything was based on youthful girl crushes, boy crushes. Those students lucky enough to know love or at least close enough to it had it made. The heart definitely got many of them through their day, grades up or not. Then, there was Travis Herbert.

Travis had a girlfriend he adored, worshipped even. Whether he deserved a hot chick or not he felt privileged to hold a certain Sable McKellen near and dear. She had stood beside him when nobody else would. Thick and thin, mocked and bullied. Framed and humiliated on a daily basis, often dragging poor Sable right down with him. The only thing saving Sable was her beauty, her rowdy twin sister Dakota, and her slut whore mother aka English teacher Josie M. Chummy with a certain playboy centerfold in Piper Cherry, if she had a séance to ole’ Hefner that wouldn’t hurt her either. Yes, Piper Cherry was just that molten. Oozing with charisma and flaunting what God gave her. But this was not about the ladies, this was about Prince cHarming.

“I can’t stop watching the video of Perbert’s mom masturbating on the sidewalk.” Hoyt Rollins told his co-conspirator Neo Pryor at their lockers. Cellphone hovering, both of them enjoyed the video they and their best buddy Knox Hardecker had taken, just before some skanky but oh, so hot, bitch with a Pitbull and that douchebag Mace Belmont intervened.

“Play the one of his mom Kelly fucking the ball hitch on Belmont’s truck. I like that one because she’s bouncing up and down on it.” Neo chuckled. “Man, if Perbert ever saw these he’d shit all over himself.” He was still rolling over Perbert held hostage in the men’s room while Dakota was fake fucked by the Booker brothers. Sadly, not even Neo knew that it was truly Sable, and that the real Dakota played him like a rusty flute.

“I know right. He’d shit extra hard if he knew what Sable did with us right under his balcony, or at Perbert’s picture window. I can’t believe he’s such a dumbass not to pick up on her doing things behind his back. I almost wish we had a few more days off to hound both Mrs. Herbert and Sable into more crazy shit.”

“Not me! My dad is ready to kick me out for getting expelled twice in two weeks. I can’t keep doing that. I’m serious Bro, I’m this close to having to get a job just to pay rent somewhere else. Dude, I got no credit. He already made sure I couldn’t drive mom’s SUV for two weeks. No way will I get near his truck unless I heist it.”

“It sucked walking clear across town to hang with Hardecker but it was so worth it that day, dogs chasing us or not. At least I had my beater running yesterday to get us around.” In between, skateboards helped their travels, “What pisses me off is Perbert getting my mascot job. I love fucking with people at games and giving them the bird.”

“It’s because you are a bird, Moron. Bad Bird for life! Even if you had your feathers yanked out from under you.”

“Exactly! Feather up Bitch.” He flipped Neo off. “Shit! Here comes Perbert and Sable now. How the fuck does he keep a hottie like her? She has to be brainwashed.”

“Looking even hotter without her braces. Not brainwashed! There’s more to this than that, not after what she did with us last night. She’s just playing things cool and keeping him in the dark.” Now he wondered briefly if it was Sable with the Booker’s. Naaaa! Couldn’t have been.

“We should just tell that little fucker and get her for ourselves.”

“And piss off Knox? Not me! He told us to chill.”

“He also said we could still mess with Perbert as long as we didn’t get expelled again. I say we just switch tactics.”

“Maybe!” Neo could not stop looking at Sable. While she wasn’t looking directly at them, he could sense her wanting to. She even dropped her pen and knelt down to pick it up right in front of Travis, fanning her knees wide so that Neo and Hoyt if looking, could see that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Perbert knew that she was going commando but also concluded that it was for his eyes only. Idiot! She was giddily laughing over what she had did in the men’s room. So much fun!

“Yummy! Look at that pussy.” Hoyt rubbed his chin. “We should at least hit up on her some.”

“Take things slow. For now! We’ll get that cunt one of these days.” Neo would never be able to take his own advice. “ It’s crazy but I can’t fucking tell her apart from Dakota anymore. Both of them make my dick hard. If she didn’t react to us after last night to let us know that it’s her, I doubt I would pick up on it anymore. They wore the same fucking dress today to top it off. We should be dating the twins not Furlong and Perbert.” Another brief wonder if that was what they had just did earlier. Again, naaa! Couldn’t have been.

“Don’t let Angus Furlong or his jock straps hear you say that. Hell, his girlfriend Robin would even defend Dakota.” They observed the happy couple strolling by Sable’s fanning short skirt drawing not just their eyes toward her, literally for every male student in the hallway. Where was Custer Martini and Corey Samson when she wanted them? It was unusual seeing Sable looking less bashful. She couldn’t even keep her dress down, on the sly hiking it a tad while walking to share cheekage. Sadly, rumors were spreading fast over her sly behavior. Still, what she was doing was subtle and appeared accidental in most cases. Definitely not like Dakota after that lunch hour spectacle with Furlong. In Kota’s case the rumors of her hallway exhibitions would blow up after Edwin Connelly’s calculus class which was about to be shared. “I wonder if Sable’s not wearing underwear because of us or because of numb nuts. Man, she has a nice butt crack.” Quickie!

“I hear Dakota nearly took her dress off in Connelly’s class last week and Connelly didn’t even notice. Bitch is ballsy.” Ballsier shortly! “Wish I’d been there to see that.” Pictures would undoubtedly surface! If not of that day, then as of next hour. Round two! Ding! Ding! This time a certain pervert teacher would see it all.

When Travis and Sable stood fairly close to them Hoyt replayed the ball hitch video but with the speaker turned up so Travis could potentially hear his mother moaning and getting off on the hitch. The only problem was their video vantage point that day was distant, so Kelly Herbert’s voice trailed off easily as Mace Belmont drove away. Still the boys found humor in Travis being right there where he could have recognized his mother’s tone.

“Play the birthday video where she’s singing as she’s having cake eaten off her by all the guys. That one kills me every time. Hardecker’s such a badass.”

Playing it while tailing Sable and Travis the singing was definitely heard. Travis perked up to the mention of his name in the song. Finally spotting a friendly fantasy Sable was too busy eying Corey Samson down the hall to care, even if she was holding Trav’s hand. Moving around Trav, Hoyt kept playing it even as he bumped into Travis jolting him.

“Fuck you Rollins.”

“Happy birthday Perbert.” Neo laughed as they moved on toward their next class. Knowing they shared that next class with Perbert they intended to keep up the pressure.

“How did they know my birthday was coming up?”

“They probably heard you were sharing your birthday with Dakota and I.” Sable responded, this time watching the farm boy Custer Martini chewing on a straw from eating lunch earlier. He was so adorably dreamy. Her day was so much better now that she had seen her crushes. Piper Cherry thought the same thing when the boy fucked her in detention two days back. The first time thanks to encouragement from her lover Roger Dundee. A second helping of Custer in her own office while massaging Danny Baltimore was even hotter. If only she could brag. Secrets kept!

“I guess. Man, I could almost swear that was my mom singing to me.”

“How would they have any access to Kelly?”

“Who knows! I’m just imagining it. They probably just had one of their loyal troublemaker girls sing just to annoy me.”

“It did kind of sound like Darla Evans.”

“Yeah, you’re right, it did.” Fool! “I better get a move on to class. Smooch me!” Right there in the middle of the hallway he actually dipped Sable like some Casanova. In tilting her backwards her right leg rose off the ground. Her skirt flew up and another pussy peek was offered. Too bad nobody of importance saw her. Others however did! There were over a dozen boys that bent down right in front of her to look up at her inner thighs, hoping for a possible panty shot and got more than they bargained for. Squealing at her reveal simply for Trav’s perspective she dropped her leg and blushed on purpose. “Don’t dip me like that. No undies remember?”

“Oh, yeah!” He gnashed his teeth. Before he could shoot a glance at her voyeurs they were behaving like normal. “I doubt anyone looked. Gotta go, Babe! See you after school.”

The thrill of new adventures brought on goosebumps. Sable knew boys were checking her out and razzed them. Too late for her show Corey Samson and Custer both looked but were not any of the rule benders. Playing it off as fanning herself after the kiss she turned beet red and smiled at all of them. Travis left her to the wolves, and she was thankful. For a very brief moment she pictured both Corey and Custer to have done what Travis had. “Kiss me you fools! Dip me! Double dip me even.” Fantasy short lived! Hmm? Double dipping! Intriguing idea! Especially after the Booker’s.

“You should wear a dress more often Sable.” Chester Holt laughed. “If you decide to wear undies next time, red is my favorite color.”

“Must be hers too. She’s as red as your dream panties.” Another joker laughed. “Sorry Sable! I couldn’t resist.”

“I’m over it.” She giggled, she knew now more than ever that guys wanted to see up her skirt, that made her day. “Gotz to go.” Class was nearing arrival bell. She did razz Custer Martini on the way by, his straw raising as if an erection made her giddy. Seeing her reaction to Custer, Corey Samson frowned, disappointed her tongue wasn’t sent his way. Jealousy would one day get the best of him. A grumble sent him off to Spanish.

Making his way to Chandra Mahkarti’s classroom Travis Herbert could not stop smiling. Having just made a good impression on his girlfriend, or so he thought, he felt proud of himself. With every bad thing of late there was always his affection for Sable, what he didn’t always consider was how she felt. Prone to embarrassment quite easily that dance move was probably not the smartest way of showing his heart to her. Then again, he did get a few thumbs up in walking away. It made him feel as if the students were finally respecting him and his attempt at charm. Not really, the thumbs were in thanks of giving them a sweet shot of her inner thighs.

As intelligent as Travis was, he was also way too naïve for his own good. And no, Sable was not red for long, she rather liked the unexpected chance to be shown off. With she and Dakota often switching identities of late and seeing how boys worshiped Dakota, she wanted in on the adoration. Coming into her own skin was actually easier than she predicted. Sissy was rubbing off on her. She wanted to rub herself off. No time now!

“Hello ladies!” Trav met with Andrea Beckett and her friend Lydia Goines at the door to Chandra Mahkarti’s class. Lydia sneering at Travis with distaste told Andrea she would see her in the library next hour to end their day. “I’ll see you there too.” Trav related. Not if she had anything to say about it. Andrea shook her head at Travis then turned to go inside the class. Lydia was also bored of hearing Andrea talk about Beau Hunter. Ugggh!

“Stay out of trouble Travis.” Was all Andi could muster. While she was nowhere near best friends with him, she was besties with the McKellen twins. He dating Sable meant trying her best to accept a bad situation. Pervert or not he had his moments. If Sable vouched for him, she would, without looking bad herself that is.

“Nice dress by the way. You look great.” Andrea flipped him off over her shoulder. She just knew he was checking out her ass. At least her skirt was not as short as many of the girls’ taking advantage of there no longer being any dress code. She wasn’t modest anymore but still; she did refrain from showing off too much skin. In school at least! “You coming to my birthday party Saturday?”

“Not yours! The McKellen’s yes.” He followed her clear to her seat, hoping to find one close by. She felt as if he were hounding her. “Go find a seat before you end up by Neo and his gutter trash.”

“I’m not worried. I can take them.” Andrea turned too swiftly, and he collided right into her, breasts mashing up against his chest as they nearly bumped heads. “Shit! Sorry!” He did lower his gaze to her cleavage proving the Perv was still at large.

“Go away!”

“Right! Sorry again.” He was in all honesty, he just liked having at least one friend in the class. Being friends with Sable and Dakota he felt the need to socialize with her. Not so much on her part, however. At least he didn’t grope her. Hearing giggles to her left Andrea looked over to see their teacher Chandra covering her mouth to mask her amusement. A cocked brow questioning why she would laugh over their collision Andrea just took her seat. Travis however turned to face the stunning Hindi beauty Miss Mahkarti and feigned blind reaching around as if seeking the seat off to his right toward the front row near Chandra. Passing it he patted her desk and chuckled. “There’s my seat.”

“You will not sit on my desk, Mister Herbert. Only I may do that.” Chandra snickered as the bell sounded. “Be seated if you please.”

“Show me to my chair.” He flailed about still acting blind. Other students were now looking at him with queer expressions. Neo Pryor and Hoyt Rollins now sharing the muted video with their boy Dillon Kirkpatrick shook their heads at Trav’s stupid theatrics. Trav even began to sit on another girl’s lap until she planted her shoe on his ass and pushed him away. “See? I can’t!” He laughed. Chandra continued giggling, she adored the boy’s lighthearted humor. Even if she was the only one.

“Get off of me Perbert.” Sara Berringer again left her shoe print on his jeans.

“Have you seen my seeing eye dog around? He usually finds my seat for me. HERE NEO!!! HERE BOY!” Oh, no, he didn’t! Now that cracked the class up. “He’s probably going potty again.” He simply had to mock himself in the moment, Neo and his posse having urinated on him last week. Hearing his name ridiculed Neo handed his cell to Dillon and jumped from his seat.

“Are you calling me a dog, Perbert?”

“No ... I’m calling my dog. TIME TO COME HOME NEO! STOP SNIFFING THAT POODLE DOWN THE STREET, SHE’S NOT INTO YOU.” Trav dared to whistle. Even Andrea sat in awe of his stupidity, he was only asking for trouble. After their being run off by Piper Cherry’s dog Rotten, joining forces with Daphne Dillman’s pit bull Achilles the mere mention of dog agitated the group. Too bad that Travis didn’t know the whole story, only what Mace Belmont and his mother related about the incident. If he knew everything concerning the treatment of his mother, Travis would be right up in their faces. Mace Belmont’s too!

“That will be quite enough.” Chandra stood up and moved toward them. A sudden silence befell the room once she revealed herself. “SIT BOYS SIT!” Her humor added to the mix was hopeful of laughs, but the problem was, everyone looked at her dress and all brain functions went out the car window for air. They had never seen Chandra wearing such a short skirt before. Skirts to her knees yes, to her thighs no.

She must have changed clothing over lunch hour, some of the students recalled seeing her in another dress. Maybe she was what their parents referred to as a late bloomer. “That did not go over as well as I had hoped. Let me try again ... SIT BOYS SIT!” This was followed by a pumping fist and a playful, “WOOF! WOOF!” Now her class chuckled. Her chest bobbed about at her arm in the air shaking which sent immediate signals that she wasn’t even wearing a bra. Who was this imposter?

Neo shared a hint of, “Daaaamn, Chandra!”, without the vocalization. It wasn’t until she walked over to him to turn him back toward his seat and push gently to get her point across that he caved and sat back down. “Heel!” She giggled then turned on her feet to look back at Travis standing in awe of her support. Still being close to Neo and Hoyt she found Hoyt using his pen to lift her loose skirt just enough to see cheeks. Dillon even used Neo’s cell to take an upskirt pic. Evil bastards! She did not feel a thing and began to move forward. Out of the blue her actual shoe heel snapped, and she lost balance as it happened so fast. Travis to the rescue!

Dropping his book bag in a blur he jumped out in front of her and caught her fall. The end result looked as if she jumped into his arms for a hug, his arms surrounding her back, her chin landing on his shoulder. Red in the face, she felt her tits like Andrea’s earlier crushing against Trav’s chest. He bulged his eyes as much as she did. Lingering a moment Travis caught scent of her perfume and rolled his eyes back. Those seeing him laughed. It was an expression that looked as if he had cum in his jeans! Not yet, but he did get an erection. One that Chandra became aware of in seconds as it grew.

“I knew you were falling for me.” He broke the tension as she peeled away from him but placed a hand on his shoulder to anchor herself in lifting her calves up to remove both heels.

“Thank you! You are my hero, Mister Herbert.” She beguiled him with her big brown eyes. “You are always there when I need you.”

“Lil’ ole’ me Underdog!” Blunderdog! “I’m a dipping fool today.” First Sable, now Chandra, yet not so aggressively.

“Yes, you are. A seeing eye Underdog at that. Please take your seat.” She motioned him to the vacant desk. As he collected his book bag, he moved to the seat next to Sara Berringer and watched Chandra now bare foot shuffling back to her desk. Shoes placed under her desk she stood facing her class and rubbed her palms together. “Technology! This is today’s topic. Let us discuss how technology changes our daily life. Who would like to offer examples?”

“Gorilla glue!” Hank Bloomberg laughed. “It can fix that broken heel right up.”

“Indeed, it would.” She giggled, “Thank you, Mister Bloomberg. Anyone else?”

“Cellphones!” Dillon Kirkpatrick lifted Neo’s cell up and literally showed her the picture of her own ass cheeks. It was so fast of course that she didn’t get a good look at herself. Neo snatched his cell back to save it from further trouble. Hoyt and Dillon busted up.

“Yes! Cellphones! Without them we would be at a loss.” She praised his attempt. Like Travis even Chandra was prone to naivety. This was where she and Travis found common ground. Both tried very hard to be accepted, outsiders to many who often voiced their opinions.

“Internet!” Neo brought up, “Without it we couldn’t access Disgracebook and watch twisted videos.” He looked directly at Travis. Trav opted to go without violence and just flipped him off on the sly behind his head.

“Couldn’t have phone sex either.” Hoyt chuckled. A glance at many of the girls they grinned sheepishly. Every single one of them had used their phones specifically for that. Hoyt might have even piqued a few curiosities. Just not with him. Ewww!

“Let us keep our lesson clean.” Chandra wagged a finger. In her mind she spoke, “I must do that one of these days.” Never once in all of her years had she performed phone sex. Just sex itself and only once ever. She might as well have been a virgin. “Please continue.”

“Popcorn poppers!” Sara belted out just to be random.

“Blow dryers!” Andrea added.

“Cars!” Chuck Manning actually used his hands as if on a steering wheel and chanted, “VROOM VROOM! Gotta looks sharp for the ladies.” Chuck had just gotten his first car from his grandparents.

“That rusty thing? Keep driving on by Chuck.” Stacy Welman laughed.

“I drive hard Baby.” He returned. “Precision speed! Wide open...” Like Stacy’s legs he had heard. Just another Ho!

“Whatever!”

“Let us move on. Further examples?” Chandra peered around as she walked out in front of her class to lean on her desk facing them. Silence yet again fell upon her as they saw her gorgeous smoky bronzed legs. Realizing they were speechless she blushed and prompted participation. “Mister Herbert?”

“Yeah, Babe?” He blurted then grit his teeth. She flared her eyes and hid her grin by lowering her chin. “OH! Examples: cameras. Video equipment.”