Chapter 1

First Day - Anna

The car tires screech when I leave the school's parking lot. There's just a twinge of guilt about treating the car like that, but I'm too damn upset to worry about what my dad would say if he heard the rocket-launch like take off. This is the worst damn day of my life! I thought it would get easier once I got in the cheerleading team. I thought that the short skirts and constant jumping and bouncing would take their minds off the fact that I already have a scholarship assured. It really looked like it was working, too. Until today that is when everything just crashed.

I have to step hard on the brakes when I reach an unexpected red light. I slam my palm on the steering wheel, wishing it were Mark's cheek. I slap the wheel again, imagining I'm doing the same to my so called best friends. They're all so smug about having sex with college guys, or with the quarterback or whoever is the jock of the month.

It wasn't enough they were laughing behind my back for being the last girl in the whole team that was still a virgin. Noooo. I had to get dumped publicly, in the middle of the damn cafeteria, with all those people around, looking at me with amusement, pity or joy. The geeks and the popular crowd still see me partly as their own, and because I belong partly to the enemy camp, they were all happy to see me being humiliated.

The car behind me honks when I don't notice the light turns green. I say a bad word and speed home. I should have the house to myself if I hurry. I was so embarrassed about what happened at lunch, it took all my courage to walk in the showers after practice. And I heard them there. Heard them laugh at me. Heard them compliment Claire for getting Mark to dump me. I caught a few words of praise Claire said about Mark's endowment, and I had to run away, tears stinging my eyes. She was probably right. I had nothing to compare him to, but he seemed pretty big the time he had me stroke his cock when we went to the drive in. I feel even dirtier, the memory of the spunk spurting out of his cock all over my hand makes my sweaty clothes feel unbearably dirty. Without thinking too much, I go into my parents' large bathroom. No shower for me today, I'm going to have the longest, most scented bath ever.

I peel off the clothes and throw them in a corner while the bathtub fills with nicely warm water. My pussy is tingling at the feel of the cool air caressing my skin. There's a bowl of rose petals on a shelf, and I can't help myself. I cover the surface of the water with red petals. I smile thinking of "American Beauty". My smile fades when in my mind's eye it's my dad, and not Kevin Spacey reaching toward Mena Suvari's/my body. The uncontrollable sensation of heat between my legs at the image freaks me out.

I slide into the water, my body delighted by the liquid caress. The rose petals layer closes over my form. If I let myself slide a little more, I can only see the swell of my breasts out of the water. I try to use the knowledge that I'm in my parents' bathroom to stop my right hand from sliding between my thighs. It feels so good, to touch my eager flesh with my nimble fingers. My eyes are closing under the tide of sensations. My left hand is tweaking a nipple and I shudder when the image of my dad flashes behind tightly shut eyelids.

A noise outside the bathroom startles me. My breath catches in my throat and I stop moving trying to catch the noise again. For several tense seconds, I listen with all my might for any possible intruder. As soon as I'm sure no one's home, I resume touching myself. My back arches, breasts bouncing in and out of the water, splashing it, rose petals sticking to my skin. I'm gasping and shaking and I try to keep the panting as soft as possible as the orgasm builds up inside me.

-James

I pull into the driveway and stop the car. I look over and see Anna's car there already. I frown briefly. I assumed that with her new cheerleading position that she would be staying at the school longer than she had in the past. "Too bad," I thought.

I had intended to sneak into her room and see if she had left any dirty panties sitting around. My eyes closed briefly as I think about my hot teenage daughter. How good she looks just walking around the house in those tight shirts and jeans. And then when she wore that cheerleading outfit last night. Oh my, I thought my cock would burst through my jeans. I could almost swear that she was shaking her tight ass just for me. But her mother was right there and besides, as much as I long to touch my daughter's sweet body I know that I shouldn't do it. Even if watching her makes me constantly horny.