Dd Doesn't Now!

DD doesn't know...don't tell DD!

by jaxjack1980

Author's Notes: This short preview and the planned follow-up stories are of the author's own imagination & creative efforts only. Any resemblance to real-live people, living or dead, or to any real-life places. businesses, events, or situations are entirely coincidental and do not truly reflect them in any way. A number of readers will no doubt be familiar with the cult classic film that I drew a good deal of inspiration from to help establish the beginning of my story. I hope they and those unfamiliar with the its tale will enjoy my take on it. Any characters depicted in sexual acts are over the age of 18. Mature adult themes will be explored (see tags).

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Chapter I: High School Musical Humiliation

Sunday June 13th, 2004

1242 AM

Pleasantville, Ohio

Massive backyard of wealthy Wilson clan celebrating

Wade Wilson's 18th birthday and graduation party

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(instrumental rock playing...)

"Dee Dee doesn't know that Freddie and me

Do it in his caddie every Sunday

He tells her he's at church but he doesn't go

Still we're on our knees and Dee Dee doesn't know...

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Mouth agape, graduating senior and former high school head cheerleader, Danielle "Dee Dee/DD" Turner watched the unfolding "car accident" occur in real-time before her very own striking blue eyes; set to an embarrassing, but admittedly catchy soundtrack to boot. Standing frozen like a beautiful Greek statue, she could do little but look on helplessly as the emotional carnage came at her straight on.

She had just down her first "Irish Car Bomb" under the guidance of a couple of her former classmates who had taken the opportunity to grope her ample cleavage "in an attempt" to keep her from spilling the drink's contents on her white blouse. Dee Dee had laughed off their "friendly assistance" as she had thoroughly enjoyed the experience and was looking to repeat it when the beginning chords of the band's first song invaded her unsuspecting, vulnerable ears and caused her to turn her head to look at the source of her impending humiliation.

As she did, those very same baby blues widened further in shock as she witnessed her ex, Freddrick "Freddie" Barnes hurriedly race his handsome, dark chiseled form to quickly jump up onto the stage to join the lead singer of "The Three Badd Queens", Morena "BJ" Carlysle. The two started to sexily grind against each other as she publicly aired their betrayal in front of the huge crowd made up of their fellow former classmates, mutual friends, and small scattering of friendly acquaintances.

It wasn't horrible enough that Freddie had performed an equally humiliating and callous act just this past Friday, a few minutes after their graduation ceremony had concluded, Dee Dee thought bitterly as she reflected back to the beginning of what turned out to be the end of their relationship.

What should have been a day full of a sense of accomplishment and excitement at finishing her high school academic career as North Hampton's High School's valedictorian and honored commencement speaker, instead was replaced with devastating, unexpected heartbreak.

After running up and hugging her dashing and equally celebrated quarterback/prom king boyfriend, Dee Dee immediately sensed something was wrong when he abruptly ended their embrace, a look of foreboding clear on his face as he forced her to look at him. His imposingly tall 6-foot 3-inch frame dwarfed her comparatively smaller 5'6" lithely stature. She had looked up in slight alarm, her sixth sense picking up something wasn't right.

"I know this isn't the best time to say this Dee, but I don't think I can keep up these falsehoods any longer and I think it would be the best for the both of us to have a clean break in order to get a fresh start as we begin the next chapter in our lives," Freddie began his unexpected ambush gently.

"What do you mean by 'falsehoods' Freddie? I thought we were in a happy, committed relationship? Aren't you happy being with me? I thought we loved each other..." Dee Dee started to run through her slew of questions as she looked upon him in bafflement, her mind unable, unwilling to comprehend what he was saying

"See, that's what makes this so hard Dee. I sorta hoped you would've wised up after how disappointing our prom night turned out to be last week. I thought you'd come to realize we weren't that good of a match, especially after how bad the sex was, especially for me..."

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(music breaks back in)

We did it again on her birthday

Dee Dee doesn't know

Dee Dee doesn't know

Dee Dee doesn't know....

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Dee Dee's mind came back to the present as the lyrics jarred her from her recent unhappy memory. She flushed in self-humiliation recalling those words.

"They had sex on her birthday?!! The sex had been especially bad for him? Him?!!

She thought he'd had a pretty good time. Sure, there had been some comical difficulty in lubing up his girthy penis enough in order to allow him to take her anal virginity; she had promised him that he could after he had claimed her true virginity on her birthday a few weeks prior. She had given him

her virginity

on her own birthday! Then he had gone ahead and fucked that no-talent slut Morena the same night!

Both had been a bit of an ordeal for her, but she had been more than happy to bear the discomfort as a testament to being a loyal, loving girlfriend. How it hurt to hear Freddie say that neither had been practically satisfying for him, a huge blow to her pride. Had she truly given him all that to him for him to respond so cruelly? Tears started to form around her eyes as she came to realize that may very well have been the case. What the actual fuck...

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(band and Morena keep playing)

Dee Dee will know

Dee Dee doesn't know

Dee Dee's gotta know

I'm gonna tell Dee Dee...

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"You know what, screw Freddie, screw that slut Mo, and screw this party," Dee Dee said to herself as she downed the rest of her drink and prepared to leave rather than spend another second letting that bitch, Morena continue to mock her pain while she and Freddie unashamedly dry humped on stage for everyone to see.

"Just need to find Becca and let her know I'm leaving...," Dee Dee muttered to herself as she started to make her way around the vast grounds of the Wilson estate, looking for her BFF as she was the one person she knew she could count on at this low point in her young life.

Right after she managed to find Becca and let her know not to worry about her, Dee Dee would make the short 15-minute walk home by herself and crawl into bed, praying that the amount of alcohol she had ingested would be more than enough to blot out tonight's unpleasantness from her mind and allow her to greet the next morning in blissful ignorance. If only she could find where Becca was...

As if in answer to her prayers, Dee Dee heard the familiar sound of Becca's loud, slightly accented Irish brogue pierce the night.

"Sounds like someone's earned her Irish ire," Dee Dee chuckled softly as she looked in the direction where her best friend's voice had come from.

"Arrrgh! Carson Hardy, ya dirty no good son of ma bitch! Come back here and take yer medicine," a half-naked Becca "Blarney Stone (her despised American coined nickname)" Sullivan, wearing only a pair of skimpy green bikini bottoms, declared as she raced after the scrawny weasel-faced Carson who was fully clothed in comparison but visibly drenched as if he had fallen completely into the Wilson's giant-sized luxury pool or either of their private hot tubs unintentionally.

"Sorry Becca! Would love to stay and clear up our misunderstanding but I need to get to my car before it gets towed," shouted the leaking, retreating form of Carson as he zig-zagged his way through curious onlookers who did nothing to stop him, but rather collectively chose to gawk at the bewitching sight of the angry half-naked Amazonian-sized red headed female in hot pursuit.

"Don't give me that shite, Hardy! Everyone knows ya cannae even afford a bloody car!"

On second thought, it looks like Becca's got more important things to deal with, Dee Dee observed to herself as she quickly turned to head towards the nearest exit.

"Maybe I'll stay up a little bit and send an email message to my Italian pen pal Andrea. She'll let me know how much better off I am without that cheating loser Freddie."

The thought brightened Dee Dee's mood as she thought of her year-long foreign companion that she had met through the school's foreign exchange program. They had hit it off immediately and had planned to remain in touch when she started college at Southwest Texas State University this upcoming fall.

While thinking about her impending post-high school education, Becca also pondered how she would be treating her sudden newfound status as a young single attractive adult female who suddenly had a whole unencumbered summer ahead of her. Perhaps, Andrea would have some good suggestions. It definitely couldn't hurt to hope.

"Who knows, once I tell her that I'm single, she might offer to introduce me to her cute cousin Mat...", Dee Dee mused as she soon found herself entering her bedroom, having made her way home in no time at all.

"Yes, the answer to my problems may very well reside several thousand miles away...."

To be continued....

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Author's closing notes: Thank you for taking the chance to read this preview of my upcoming series that will continue the adventures of Dee Dee and her friends as they continue their trip through Europe. It definitely is a departure for me and great appreciation for the original creators whose work I put my own spin on. Hope old and new readers stay tuned for what I can come up with next.