Perils of Kelly

Zack was deep in thought. He and Slater were sitting in their usual booth in The Max and Slater was saying something, but Zack was miles away. Kelly was no longer his girlfriend, he had accepted that fact. Seeing her every day in school and remaining friends with her hadn't helped, but he had accepted it none the less. Hell, he saw her every day after school too, as she was a waitress at The Max. There were other restaurants in town, some with better food, but for some reason he felt compelled to return to The Max every day after school and during lunchtime too. His friends felt the same way. It was almost as if this were some TV show and The Max was a set.

"Hey, preppy! Are you listening to me?" Slater had noticed that Zack wasn't paying any attention to A.C.'s dissertation on the relative merits of wrestling holds. Damn pretty boy, he has no appreciation for sports, thought Slater.

Zack paid no attention to Slater's query - he was still lost in thought. Although he had accepted their separation, Zack just couldn't get Kelly off his mind. Every ten seconds, an image of Kelly, in her bathing suit, would pop into his mind. He still remembered the vacation to Hawaii that the gang took, over summer break, like it was yesterday. It was December, for Christsake! Actually he didn't remember the vacation - he remembered Kelly in her bathing suit. Zack was shallow enough to have forgotten the pain of their breakup - it had been a year ago, after all. On the other hand, he was man enough to remember the tanned and well toned legs displayed by her french-cut swimsuit, four months ago. He was surprised that Kelly's modeling career had petered out - she certainly had the looks.

A french-fry bouncing off his nose interrupted Zack's train of thought. "What the hell, Slater!"

"Man preppy, you were really zoned out," laughed Slater. "I was getting worried that you were in a coma, so doctor Slater had to apply the old 'french-fry in the face' test. Looks like it worked. Its just a good thing for you that I care." Slater was really cracking up, now.

"Oh your a regular comedian aren't you," quipped Zack. "I was thinking, Slater, but I guess you wouldn't know what that's like." Now, it was Zack's turn to smile.

Slater decided to let that one go. "So, what were you thinking about?"

Zack wasn't sure if he wanted to share his thoughts. "Oh, nothing important... You know, just stuff. In fact, I was thinking about college next year." Zack thought that last one would throw Slater off. Next year they would both be going to UC, he hoped. Slater was sure to get a wrestling scholarship and Zack had supplemented his straight C average with a healthy dose of the Morris charm during his interview.

Slater wasn't buying it. "Since when do you think about school? Besides, I saw your face. You kept smiling, then frowning, then smiling. It must be something serious."

Zack decided to level with his friend. He wasn't sure how to ease into the subject, though. Oh well, might as well try the direct approach. "Slater, have you and Jessie ever done it?"

Slater started to choke on his soda. Gasping for breath, he replied, "what?!"

"What I mean, is have you and Jessie ever had sex," Zack whispered.

"Yeah, I thought that's what you said. Are you kidding? She would put me in traction if I even tried to cop a feel."

"But, you've been going out for years," answered Zack, who experienced the same problem with Kelly. It had taken him a year to convince Kelly to let him french her.

"I bet you never did it with Kelly," said a defensive Slater. He was pretty sure about that. In fact he was pretty sure that all his friends were virgins, like him. He knew Screech was a virgin. That was for sure.

"You're right about that, and that's the problem," Zack replied angrily.

"So you were thinking about having sex with Kelly?"

"Shhh, I don't need the world to know!"

"Sorry," Slater knew he hadn't been talking loudly, but he knew why Zack was nervous. Nobody ever talked about sex at Bayside.

"Yeah, I was thinking about how much I wanted to get it on with Kelly. Don't you want to do it with Jessie? Or, do you want to go to college a virgin?"

Those words sent a chill up Slater's spine. He would be laughed off the UC wrestling team if they found out he was a virgin. "No way," he said, "but how can we score? You and Kelly broke up last year and Jessie and I have kind of cooled off lately. Besides, those prudes would never go for it. Maybe we should get some hookers..."

Just then, Screech who had entered The Max undetected, tripped his way over to the table. "Hey guys, what are you talking about?" he squealed.

"We were talking about s..." began Slater, only to be interrupted by Zack kicking him in the shin, "ow!"

"You were talking about sows?" queried the nerd.

"Yeah, that's it," Zack said sarcastically. Looking at his watch, "oh well, lunch is over, time to go back to school."

Gym period had just ended and the girls were all in the locker room, undressing for their showers. Kelly, shy as usual was waiting for the other girls to get into the shower before she undressed. While she waited, she watched her friends undress. Kelly wanted to be a physical therapist, and was fascinated with the human body. She watched as Lisa striped off her designer sweatsuit. Kelly wished that she was rich like Lisa, able to afford Cartier sweatsuits, Kelly wore the same sweatsuit she had owned since she started high school. Her eyes widened as Lisa removed he bra. Lisa was one of only a few black girls in the school and she was Kelly's only black friend. Kelly was enthralled by Lisa's cafe au lait skin and dark chocolate nipples. Lisa had beautiful breasts, she was a full c-cup, Kelly thought jealously. Sometimes she wished that she had a body like Lisa, sure all the boys went crazy for her athletic figure, but Lisa was more developed, more womanly. She turned away before Lisa removed her panties. Pubic hair embarrassed Kelly, for some reason.

Next Kelly turned her gaze to Jessie. She was already down to her panties. Jessie was 5'10" and perfectly proportioned. She wasn't as curvy as Lisa, but her breasts and hips were definitely fuller than Kelly's. When Kelly had first met her, Jessie was a real bean poll, but she had really filled out recently. Still, few people noticed as she usually wore conservative clothing. Over the summer it had been a real surprise to see Jessie putting a bikini through its paces.

"Hey, aren't you coming?" asked a now betowelled Jessie, on her way to the showers.

This snapped Kelly out of her fugue. Her slight frown was instantly replaced by her normal chipper expression. "Yeah, I'll be right there," Kelly said to the retreating back of Jessie. She quickly undressed and wrapped her hard body in a bath towel. Then, she too was on her way to the showers.

In the boy's locker room, everyone had hit the showers. Everyone, that is, except Screech. Once everyone else had gone to the showers, Screech, still fully clad, quietly snuck out of the locker room. He knew he needed a shower, but he needed something else more. Quickly, he crossed the hall and entered the girl's locker room.

Once inside, he immediately made for the bench on which sat a Guichi gym bag. Only Lisa Turtle brought a Guichi gym bag to school. Screech had spent months timing this out, but he still had to be careful. Looking to make sure no one was around, he reached into the open bag and brought out the, still damp with perspiration, used panties contained within. His dream was coming true, he finally had Lisa's panties. Lustily, he brought the undergarment to has face, inhaling deeply. His dick sprang to life immediately, tenting his gym shorts.

"Oh Lisa," he wailed into the panties, stroking his rod through his shorts. He just couldn't resist. Pulling down his shorts and underwear, he sat on the bench and began stroking himself, the panties wrapped around his hand. The slightly damp cotton felt great against his throbbing manhood. Lisa's sent lingered on his nose. Realizing time was short, Screech began pumping with abandon, gazing with pride on his 10" member. If only Lisa could see this, he thought. She wouldn't think he was such a nerd if she knew he had such a massive tool. Oh God, he would love to be nailing Lisa and not her underwear. With that thought, he fired his creamy load into the panties, his face contorted into a maniacal expression of glee. Quickly, he cleaned off using the panties and then stuffed them into his pocket. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, he exited the locker room, crossed the hall, and reentered the boy's room.

The water felt great against her naked skin, thought Lisa as she lathered up. Realizing that she was spending overlong soaping her breasts, she quickly moved on to more innocuous body parts. Damn, but she was horny. It wasn't bad enough that almost all the guys in school were white and only wanted white girls, but that damn Screech scared the rest away. He was always following her around like a puppy-dog. It was no wonder no guys ever hit on her, Screech was always in the way. With no guys available, Lisa had been forced to find other ways to release her tensions. There was masturbation and then, there was Jessie. Lisa knew she wasn't a lesbian, she just took what she could get. Jessie on the other hand... Well Lisa wasn't really sure, she knew that Jessie liked girls at least as much as guys. Hell, she had gone a lot farther with Lisa than she had with Slater

With that thought, Lisa turned to see what her lover was doing. Jessie was casually soaping herself, all the while staring lustfully at the tight ass of Kelly Kopalski. It was more than the water that was making Jessie's nipples erect. Jessie noticed that Lisa had seen what she was up to and the two exchanged a knowing glance. Lisa knew that Jessie had been after Kelly for a long time, but was uncertain about how to approach her. After all, Kelly was from a strict Catholic family. Her morales didn't allow for premarital sex with boys, let alone girls. Lisa decided she wouldn't mind a piece of that tight ass, either, not that it would ever happen.

School had ended for the day and the gang was all together at The Max. As usual, Jessie, Zack, Slater, and Lisa sat together at one table, with Screech behind Slater and Zack, at another. Kelly had begun her shift as a waitress. Max, the proprietor had come over to the table. Ostensibly, he was there to take their order, but in reality he just wanted to check out the cute girls.

"Hey Max, how's it going," asked Zack.

"Oh, fine, fine," replied a preoccupied Max. Damn, that Jessie is turning into one hot number, he thought. Not to mention Lisa, her tits just kept getting bigger. "So, what do you guys want?"

"Oh, you know - the usual," answered Jessie.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," replied Max. Boy these kids were boring, ordering the same thing every damn day. Still, those girls were hot. "Let's see if I remember right..." he began, scratching behind his ear. Suddenly he pulled out an old bill, seemingly from thin air. "Here we are! Five cokes... Three fries..."

"Wow cool trick," the kids chorused, for some reason impressed. Even though Max did the same stupid magic tricks time and time again, they never failed to amaze the teenagers.