The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story.
All characters in sexual situations are 18+
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Dressed in a light pink, short-sleeved dress, Sandy Olsen sat alone on the high wall overlooking Thunder Road, far from the rest of the crowd that had gathered to watch the grudge race between the T-Birds and the Scorpions. Originally a grudge match between the two gang leaders, it had become of even more interest to the blonde-haired girl now that Danny Zuko was now driving "Grease Lightning", the car the T-Birds had rebuilt in the auto shop at Rydell High.
There had been times, over the last eleven months, that Sandy had wished she'd never met Danny Zuko. The boy was aggravating and captivating at the same time, alternating between being a sweet, charming young man and a tough, semi-lawless hood. But there was more to it than just a girl being attracted to the wrong kind of boy. As much as she would liked to have been able to deny it, the last year had seen an awakening in the eighteen year old girl of feelings she'd never imagined existed. At least not in her.
Almost daily now, she found herself wrestling with desires that she'd been taught all her life were wrong. Imagining herself doing things that no self-respecting girl, even in 1959, would ever consent to. Not outside of her marriage bed at least, and even there some things were still considered taboo.
It had all come to a head a few days ago, the night of the big dance contest at the school. The whole school had been looking forward to it and the contest had even been televised on Vince Fontaine's National Band. She and Danny had gone as a couple, and Sandy had been convinced that he was finally coming around to her view of what their relationship should be. Especially after their disastrous date at the Drive-In when he tried to make a move on her. A night that had ended with her walking out of him and going home alone.
Then, just when she was sure she would be able to put all of those feelings back in the lock box they'd escaped from, it had all gone even more terribly wrong. Near the end of the dance contest, Sandy had been pushed aside by Chi Chi DiGregorio, a girl from Saint Bernadette's School for Girls, who the other girls all said was the best dancer, with the worse reputation. Chi Chi and Danny won the contest, and it was apparent that they'd also had a previous relationship. One in which, Sandy was certain, Chi Chi hadn't hesitated to do all those things that boys tried to get a girl to do. Maybe even going all the way.
The roar of the crowd interrupted Sandy's musings as Grease Lightning raced across the finish line to win the race. Most of the small crowd raced forward to congratulate Danny, the sole exception being Frenchie, one of the Pink Ladies, who had befriended Sandy even before her first days at Rydell. She had seen the Australian girl sitting all alone and ran instead in her direction.
"Sandy, Danny won!" the redheaded girl in the low cut purple blouse, tapered black skintight pants and bright pink jacket gushed with excitement as she reached her friend. "Isn't that great?"
"Yeah," Sandy said, her voice hardly reflecting enthusiasm as she brushed back a few loose stands of hair that had slipped out from under her headband.
"What's the matter?" Frenchie asked, taking over her oversized, white framed sunglasses. "Aren't you happy?"
"No, not really," Sandy replied in the same tone. "But I think I know a way that I could be. Would you help me?"
"Of course," the Pink Lady said.
"Can I come over to your place?" Sandy asked, a look of hope in her eyes.
"Sure, come on," Frenchie said, happy to be able to help.
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Leaving the others behind, Sandy and Frenchie soon reached the streets above and headed for her house. They'd gone a few blocks without really talking, then the redhead felt compelled to ask, "What's wrong?"
"Everything," Sandy said as she turned and looked at her friend.
The pink-jacketed girl waited a long moment to give Sandy time to expand on that single word. Taking a deep breath, the blonde gave voice to the conclusion she'd reached hours before but had yet to give voice to. "I need to change," she simply said.
Four simple words, but ones which could change the direction of her life.
When those words had belonged to Frenchie, her response had been to drop out of high school and enroll instead in beauty school. That plan didn't go as well as she expected when she dropped out of that as well after failing just about every course. She'd since gone back to Rydell to get her diploma, but hardly thought she was one to offer advice in changing your life.
"I think we need to talk to Rizzo then," Frenchie said, thinking that she would know what Sandy should do.
With short, off the collar black hair, a powerful personality and a body that left most boys in an embarrassed state, Betty Rizzo was the current leader of the Pink Ladies. Known to everyone but her parents as simply Rizzo, she'd had an on again, off again, relationship with Kenickie, the leader of the T-Birds. Earlier in the year, Sandy had gotten the impression that she might've also dated Danny at some point. Her reputation wasn't as bad as Chi Chi DiGregorio's, but Rizzo was nevertheless known as a girl who did what she had to do to get what she wanted.
Sandy's relationship with Rizzo had been mixed. There were numerous times when the Pink Lady went out of her way to make fun of her. Yet, for some reason, there had also been an equal number when it seemed like she wanted to be her friend as well. Hopefully, today would be one of the latter.
A few hours later, they found Rizzo at home after striking out at a few other places. Still wearing the purple short-sleeved blouse and black skirt she'd worn to school, it looked like Rizzo was just getting home. It was quickly apparent to both girls that today was indeed going to be the latter times because the normally hard-bitten Rizzo was in a mood far happier than they'd seen her in a long time.
The reason, which she felt a need to share with someone, even Sandy and Frenchie, was that she'd just discovered that she wasn't pregnant as she, and most of the gang, had believed. A visit to the doctor for her test results had confirmed that her missed period was just an aberration and that it should return to normal next month.
"That's great news," Frenchie said, quickly shifting her congratulations right into the reason for their visit, deciding to strike while the iron was hot.
Rizzo listened attentively as Frenchie explained the situation, her riveting gaze glancing occasionally in Sandy's direction. The look she found in Sandy's eyes was one of desire and an anxiousness that bordered on desperation. The combination brought a mischievous sparkle to her own eyes.
"Of course I'd be happy to help," Rizzo said with a smile as soon as her fellow Pink Lady had finished.
The quickness with which Rizzo had agreed to help Sandy surprised Frenchie. Despite the good news Rizzo had just gotten, Frenchie had known the leader of the Pink Ladies far too long to just take her offer at face value. At the same time, and for the same reason, she was also hesitant to question her sudden goodwill.
"Oh that would be wonderful!" Sandy exclaimed, seeing in the offer of help the answer to her problems.
"Yes, wonderful," Frenchie echoed, with a little hesitation.
"Why don't you come on in and we'll see what we can do," Rizzo said as she stepped aside and let Sandy pass by her into the house.
Frenchie started to follow, but stopped as Rizzo moved in front of her.
"I think it'll be better if Sandy and I work this out alone," Rizzo said quietly, "you understand, don't you?"
Frenchie nodded her head, she understood all too well.
"Tell Sandy I'll see her later," the redhead said as she turned away from the front door of Rizzo's house and began to walk down the street.
