Chapter 6

I ended up staying in for that weekend with Anne. I had some parties I am sure people wanted me to come to but I never mustered the will to leave her house and even stayed the night into Sunday. We would cuddle, make love, and fuck most of the time we were there and I really began to enjoy the feeling of that rubber toy pounding into my most tender places.

All of this sexual stuff was definitely getting to me though. My dreams got more and more lewd with each passing night it seemed but they would always be more or less the same. Anne would almost always be in them and almost without acceptation she would be in a perverted form. I'm sure I am not the only person whose dreams are a little skewed from reality. Well mine definitely are. Almost every night in the next week I dreamt of my lesbian lover but with one very notable difference. When she would fuck me, she was more like a he. It wasn't a strap-on, but a real pulsing cock. When I would dream about giving head to someone, it would be Anne. It was all very confusing and a little bit disturbing. Regardless, I always woke up with my body covered in dew with a big wet spot between my legs.

School returned to my life. The weekend did seem pretty long with all of the company I had. I knew school would be different this week. When I arrived on Monday I met my first period entourage who were just as excited to see me as ever. Mike was also unusually social and I knew why. As they talked to me I seemed to realize that they all had a certain look on their face that was a little bit different than the ones they normally gave me. It quickly dawned on me that Mike had probably told them that I was at the party and that the two of us had fooled around. I tried to act as normal and composed as I possibly could but I wondered just how many people knew.

I went to gym after my first period class and in the girl's locker room I noticed a lot of girls looking at Anne and I and talking in hushed voices. I didn't know what they were talking about and it wasn't all that unusual for them to do that. There weren't a lot of girls who appeared openly homosexual or bisexual in our high school regardless of whether or not it was true and the subject would always be novel. Girls in High School were so petty though they would probably just talk about it to try to force me down the social ladder I had so quickly climbed just last week.

It wasn't until lunch that I really realized that pretty much everyone knew that I had fooled around at the party. I kind of wondered what made that such a novel concept. I saw full-blooded sluts gossiping at my expense even though they'd done much worse than give a friend a blowjob at a party.

The guys at school didn't seem too disturbed by the news though. While the rest of my sex was talking behind my back, I had the attention of every man in the school whose attention I wanted. If felt a strangely at ease not having to deal with Bianca in the cafeteria. I wished Katie were also out of school so I could go talk to Ken, the man of my dreams, without interruption. I am sure I could get his infatuation now but now with Katie around while she was being so territorial. I guess she had a good reason to be. The rest of the day I realized I had done almost none of my homework and I felt so shameful having not done any of it. My weekend of fun was now paying off worse than any hangover. I was such a good student and I had let myself slip now a few times. It was a feeling that would repeat itself the next day as well. I spent all of Monday night hanging out with Anne and just like before I had gotten nothing done.

It was on this Tuesday that I got a most wicked idea. I probably could get someone to do my homework for me. That is when I remembered my old friend John. I had been so preoccupied with my popularity I had completely forgotten about him. I felt kind of bad being so superficial and that made me even feel worse since I intended on using my friendship with John and the magnificent influence of my cleavage to get out of doing my homework.

"Hey John," I said with a beaming smile on my face. I'm not sure if he ever saw it though. His glance went straight to the valley of my tits beneath the confines of my tank top. I gave him a few moments to respond but he didn't look like he was about to recover from the terminal case of wandering eye.

"Hey I was wondering, if..." I said as I trailed off. Was I really going to ask one of my best and most true friends to do something like this. I was clearly using him. Looking at his face, most especially the starry eyed glaze, made me think he probably wouldn't mind. "I was wondering if... you could help me... with my homework."

"John?" I said, after moments of silence fell between the two of us. I snapped my fingers and waved my hand about me to get his attention.

"Oh sorry, um... what, Sarah?" he stammered. His face turned beet red, probably because he was embarrassed at having stared so long and so longingly at my tits.

I continued without playing on his embarrassment. I didn't want to make the boy feel bad. I had grown accustomed to the attention and reveled in it as much now as the first day these things had sprung from my chest. There wasn't any reason why John should feel ashamed. He hadn't offended me or even made me uncomfortable. I tried not to dwell at all and quickly continued with what I had planned to ask him. "I was just wonder if you could... well I'm just sort of busy and... I wondered if you could help me with my homework..."

The look on his face was not something I could place. I immediately felt horrible for even asking. I had surely insulted his academic integrity by suggesting that I cheat off of him but slowly the ends of his mouth curled and unveiled his braces and teeth beneath. "Anything you ask, Sarah. I know its tough being... uh... popular and... um... well I'd like to help you however I can."

He seemed genuine in offering to help me, but guilt sank in immediately. He probably was only doing this for one of two reasons; I was so well endowed that he couldn't resist me or else he was simply a really good friend who would do it for me regardless. Either way it didn't feel right but promptly at 8:30 the doorbell rang and in walked John, chipper, and thrilled to see me. Today I couldn't quite muster the energy to really be as enthusiastic back to him, having just spent almost the entire time up to that point with Anne engaging in pseudo-sexual behavior; however, as time would pass this routine would grow more comfortable.

Now I am a reasonably smart girl and being tutored, for lack of any better term even though what we were doing might be closer to straight cheating, made me feel awfully small as an individual. Thankfully, John was quite enthusiastic about the whole thing, though I wasn't sure if it was because he was happy to see me, his friend, or me, the suddenly most popular girl in school. I couldn't help but notice how his eyes followed the lines of my body and I was kind of flattered by this attention.

The following day was more of the same except this time, instead of feeling really stupid for not having done my homework I instead felt that little pinch of guilt for having been academically dishonest, not serious to some, but something about which I felt bad until after class when the sour fruit of my wicked deed turned out to be a cute young lesbian named Anne and her head buried between my legs. It is nearly impossible to feel bad about anything, I would think, while you're in the throws of orgasm.

Well needless to say, I fell into something of a routine going to school, hang out and having sex with Anne, and then doing homework, or rather copying, from John. The guilt got less and less each day and by the end of the first week I was probably enjoying myself too much to even really care about academic integrity.

The weekend finally came and I was actually kind of looking forward to going out. The previous weekend obviously I had but chose not to a second time and needless to say the public support for my huge tits hadn't diminished. I was still at the top of the totem in terms of guys wanting me and their admiration and adoration of my body was a never-ending source of pride and pleasure.