Nicole Dillon sat on the couch and sipped her beer. She didn't know many people at the party personally, and was feeling a little self-conscious. The music was loud and booming, and again she wondered to herself why she had come.

But she knew the answer to that: Mike had asked her. It was his house, and he was one of the most popular guys in school -- a straight-A senior student, star football player, and handsome. He had come up to her in the hall at school and asked her to his party, right out of the blue -- and he knew her name! She gazed at his firm jaw line, winning smile and wavy sandy-brown hair and stammered an acceptance.

Nicole knew that she was attractive... now, anyway. Over the summer her braces were removed and her skin had cleared up. She had been away in Hawaii for the holidays and her previously pasty, skinny body was toned and tanned from the swimming and sun. Her previously mousy hair had also been lightened from the extended sunbathing and made silky via a change in hair care products. She had been the ugly duckling but now she was the swan. Still, Mike's invitation had come as a shock since she was just a sophomore.

She had spent the rest of the week in a somewhat manic state, shopping, finding just the right thing to wear to the weekend get-together. She had settled on a short, sheer burgundy dress that showed off her (now) shapely legs and other curves. Though her breasts were still small, she had obtained one of those water bras that made it look as though she had "more to offer". Once her mother saw her in the new outfit she insisted on a trip to the doctor's office. Shortly thereafter Nicole had a diaphragm and a crash refresher course in sex education. Well, at least her Mom hadn't forbidden her to wear the dress, or worse, told her she couldn't go to the party. Good old Mom.

Where was Mike, anyway? She had seen him head upstairs with some of his friends when she arrived, but he had made himself scarce ever since. As she rose from the couch and glided to the stairs, she swerved to avoid a beefy, drunken jock as he waved his arms about to emphasize his almost incomprehensively slurred story to his buddies.

In the mirror on the landing she saw Mike briskly walk by. She quickly headed to the top, then followed in the same direction, looking in each of the bedrooms as she passed. Nothing. Where... ?

She heard a muffled laugh from on high and looked up. A folding ladder built into a ceiling trap door was there, leading to the attic. A swaying string dangled down invitingly.

Swallowing nervously, she moved to the side and pulled on the string. The trap door opened and the ladder came down smoothly. There was light from up there, and the voices had quieted.

She called up: "Mike?" and started to climb the ladder, suddenly aware that raising her arms in this fashion caused her dress to ride up higher than was decent. At least there was no one below to see...

She poked her head up into the attic, surprised at how comfortable the place looked: carpeted, with stylish lamps (even a lava lamp!) and cushy couches -- it was another living room!

"Welcome to the rumpus room, Nicole!" Mike said as he rose from one of the couches. He offered his hand and helped her up the rest of the way, and she quickly used her free hand to pull the hem of her dress back down. Then she noticed the other guys in the room.

They were all looking at where her thighs and the bottom of her panties had been showing. She immediately flushed. She recognized Clevon, another player on the football team, black and well muscled, wearing his team jacket. She also recognized Mr. Best, her English teacher, in his late 30's and dressed nicely for the party. What was he doing here? The last person, however...

"This is Charlie, from my computer class", said Mike, as if reading her mind. She flashed Charlie an embarrassed smile. He was somewhat short and skinny, with greasy brown hair and almost stereotypical glasses. He was a nerd if ever there was one.

Mike had taken advantage of her distraction by surreptitiously setting the lock on the trap door with his foot. "Have a seat, Nicole," he said. She looked down and realized that he was still holding her hand, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. She paused and just looked at him in his tight jeans and stylish retro bowling-style shirt. He guided her to the couch and she sat down, again adjusting her dress so it wouldn't ride up on the soft cushions.

The other guys were still looking at her hungrily. She looked back to Mike, who sat next to her.

"So, uh... what were you guys doing in here?" she asked, trying to break the ice.

"Word games, actually. Bob's idea", replied Clevon.

Bob? Oh, Mr. Best. He was always one of her favorite teachers. It was kind of weird to see him at a student's party, though.

Mr. Best (Bob!) leaned forward. "Want to play?" he asked.

"Sure!"

"Okay, here's what you have to do: recite a passage from this book and don't make any mistakes while Mike tries to distract you by whispering in your ear." He handed her The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer.

Whisper in my ear? That shouldn't be too tough; well, I guess it depends on what he whispers, she thought mischievously.

She opened the book to a random page and started reading aloud: "In th'olde days of the King Arthur, Of which that Britons speaken greet honor, All was this land fulfilled of, uh, fayery. The elf-queen, with her jolly compainie, Daunced full oft in many a green... um, mede."

Her pronunciation was way off. As she continued Mike leaned close, causing her heart to race, and whispered into her ear: "Nicole, I want you to listen to me very carefully..."

She continued reading aloud. Though Mike's proximity was incredibly thrilling, she wasn't going to lose the game by seeming to be a lovestruck girl!

"This was the olde opinion, as I, uh, read; I speke of many hundred yeres ago. But now kan no man see none elves... mo?"

She looked up at Bob, who nodded. Mike continued to whisper. She did her best to ignore him, but her subconscious mind listened while her conscious mind was distracted.

Finally after a few minutes she was done the page. It had been difficult to concentrate with the object of her affection trying to get her attention with his whisperings. She felt odd, dreamy. Incomprehensible strings of Mike's words echoed in her head. Mike got off the couch and knelt down in front of her.

"Nicole? Can you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes", she replied slowly.

"Nicole... umm..." Mike looked around at the others, then decided: "Cluck like a chicken."

Charlie the nerd guffawed at this. She was shocked. What, did he think he had hypnotized her or something? Well, fine. She took a deep breath and let out a big "buck buck BUCKAW!" Charlie fell sideways off the couch laughing as the others chuckled. They had had a few beers before she arrived.

Nicole figured they would probably try something like feeling up her tits as they worked up their courage in their "hypno games". Well, while her water bra would probably feel real through the dress, she didn't want to chance it. She would yell "BOO!" and scare the hell out of them if they tried anything. Silly boys...

"Are you a virgin, Nicole?" asked Bob, leaning forward. His eyes drilled into hers.

She again answered, her voice a monotone. She wasn't a virgin. Last year on a band ski trip she had fooled around with a trumpet player. Bob asked for details, and she provided: the boy's powerful, talented lips had thrilled her and they made quick love (safe sex with a condom, of course) with him cumming within a couple of minutes. The guy hadn't been all that attractive, however -- with her ugly duckling looks back then they had been in the same "league".

Now why had she even answered that question? That was private!

"Have you brought birth control tonight, Nicole?" Mike asked. His hands had moved to her knees.

"I have a diaphragm in, and condoms in my purse."

"Why the overkill, Nicole? Wouldn't one or the other be fine?" Mike pressed.

"Yes, but I'm right between periods right now. I'm ovulating... it's really dangerous and I don't want to get pregnant."

Mike's eyes drilled into hers. "You won't have any sex tonight, though. You should take the diaphragm out. Isn't it uncomfortable?"

She thought about it for a moment. It WAS uncomfortable.

"Take it out right now, Nicole. You're among friends."

She rose and bent over to pull her panties down, then put her right foot onto the arm of the couch. She pulled apart her pussy lips and inserted her fingers. The guys had all fallen to their knees, bending low to get a good look. She fished out the offending piece of rubber. Mike took it and gave it a sniff, then tossed it over to Bob, who did the same. It made the rounds before being put on the coffee table like some lecherous centerpiece.

The room had become sexually charged. A small voice in Nicole's head tried to make her see reason as Bob asked her to remove her clothes because it was so hot in the room. She followed his commands, stripping down to her bra. She paused.

"All of it, Nicole!" This was Charlie the nerd demanding now. His eyes were wide as saucers through his glasses as he leaned forward. A small bit of drool came down his chin and he quickly wiped at it, hoping no one had seen.

She reached back and undid the fastener on the bra, then let it drop. There was a group intake of breath, then confused murmurs as they noticed her lack of endowments.

"How young is she, man?" Clevon asked, concerned. "She looks 13 with those little bitty titties!" Nicole was so embarrassed!

Mike picked up her water bra, testing the weight and shape of it. "She's a sophomore, guys -- only a year or two younger than us. Well, most of us." He looked at Bob.

Bob spoke up, his adoring gaze still upon Nicole's chest: "This is just fine. After all, how often are you going to be able to have a real 13-year-old?"

"So we're really gonna do it?" Charlie almost seemed to whine. "For real?"

Mike took charge: "Damn yes! It was your idea, Bob, so you're first. Nicole, you've taken theater classes, right?" At her nod he continued: "You are to play the part of a failing student. Mr. Best here is your teacher, and you are willing to do ANYTHING for a passing grade -- you're desperate. You are visiting Mr. Best in his classroom after school and there's no one else around. And... start scene!"

A change seemed to come over Nicole, and she looked over at Bob. "Oh, Mr. Best... I'm glad you're here. I have to talk to you about my grade."

"Well, come in, Miss Dillon, and let's talk about it." Bob sat back on the couch, and looked like he had just won the lottery.

Nicole came around the coffee table, moving sinuously. A blind man could pick up on her intentions. She sat on the table as if it was the edge of the teacher's desk, though lower. Her mind adjusted to the make-believe situation.

"I'm afraid, Miss Dillon, that there's nothing that can be done. We're too far into the school year and your grades have slipped too low. You'll have to take grade 8 over again."

The others looked at each other. Grade 8? Then they understood: he was still fantasizing about a younger girl. Well, whatever. Dirty old man. They continued watching.

"But Mr. Best... Bob... isn't there some... extracurricular project I can perform?" She put her hand on his leg and slowly licked her lips.

"Perhaps, Miss Dillon... Nicole. I think we may be able to work something out... or in..." His eyes roamed her curves.

"Mmm" Nicole moved forward, cupping Bob's crotch in her hand as she moved in for an wet kiss. Their tongues intertwined as his hands moved to her breasts. She gasped at the contact.

"Smaller breasts mean greater sensitivity, boys." Bob instructed as he massaged her pectoral mounds.

"Less talking and more grade-giving, Bob" retorted Clevon.

Nicole unzipped and unbuckled Bob's pants and pulled them down. He leveraged himself up and they came off quickly. They resumed their kissing and his hands moved down to her vagina. She gasped as he found what he was looking for: she was wet and ready!

"Bend over the desk, dear." He maneuvered her to the arm of the sofa and she complied, showing her shapely ass to the room.

"God DAMN!" Clevon muttered. He hoped he was next, as his dick was about to put a hole in his jeans.

Bob got behind Nicole, his 6-incher in hand. Nicole looked back. "Oh, please use a condom. I don't want to get pregnant."

Mike swore under his breath. Bob paused, then had an idea. "But I am wearing a condom, Nicole."

"Oh... okay." She turned back away.

Bob, with the biggest smile, slowly inserted his dick into Nicole's hot, wet pussy. "Ohh... oh, Bob..." Nicole moaned, burying her face into the plush arm of the couch.

She was incredibly tight, which made sense if her first sexual experience was a year ago and she hadn't had anyone inside her since. Bob hoped he could hold out long enough to give her a passing grade of the big "O". Then he had another idea. As he pushed into her all the way, eliciting a heavy groan from the young girl, he bent over her back and whispered in her ear. She nodded, her eyes going dreamy for a moment as the suggestion buried itself in her subconscious. He then pulled halfway out and jammed himself back in, eliciting another gasp from her.

Bob fucked the mesmerized beauty. As he got a rhythm going he reached around and cupped her A-cup mounds with his hands, fondling and enjoying himself immensely. Her gasping became regular, and he increased the speed of his penetration.

Charlie finally found his voice. "Uh, Mike, without that thing," he pointed at the diaphragm, "won't she get, uh..."

"Pregnant?" Mike replied. "Maybe. Women don't get pregnant every time they have sex, man."

Bob chuckled to himself as the familiar feeling started behind his prostate. Women don't get pregnant every time, but when they're ovulating there's a good chance, especially... especially...