This is the third entry to my High School Harem series. It took longer than I wanted, so I apologize, I didn't have as much time to write.
Just a forewarning, this chapter has quite a bit of set up before any action kicks off.
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Anyways, hope you all enjoy.
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Having a harem is something I think just about every guy has fantasized about. Never in a million years would I have thought such a thing is possible. That's all it ever was for me, a fantasy. Through an unfortunate incident involving false accusations, I was kicked out of my old school and in my senior year of high school I was forced to attend an all-girls school. At first I detested the thought of attending this school. But soon I made friends with a group of girls and my time in this school would become unforgettable. Because now, I was living the fantasy. I had a harem. I wasn't aiming to have one, it just sort of happened. That group of girls: Molly, Amanda, Erin, and Katie. I'd had sex with them one by one in that order, even taking the last one's virginity. And soon those 4 girls became my own little harem.
A couple of months had passed since I took Katie's virginity in the gym locker room. And over those months, that locker room saw a lot more action, it had become our regular meeting spot for sex, to put it bluntly. The sex with each girl was different. With Molly, it was always gentle and more sensual. Whereas with Amanda, it was more ferocious, like two animals just trying to get their rocks off. Erin liked to be the one in control, with her riding me while I laid on my back most of the time, and more often than not she'd bind my hands. With Katie, she being the least experienced, it was always about experimenting and trying new things. It was all very exhilerating. And after volleyball season had finally got under way, the girls had become especially insatiable, I was having sex with at least one of them just about every day. No doubt, I was living the dream, 4 different extremely attractive girls and 4 different types of sex with each of them. We hadn't really sat down and talked about everything yet, at this point we were still just kind of letting things happen on a whim. Sure, the 4 of them all knew that each of them was having sex with me, and they probably talked about it amongst themselves. But I knew that at some point I should probably have a sit down with the 4 girls and really have a conversation about what we were doing and discuss the future. Call it a harem meeting, if you will, everyone lay their cards on the table just to make sure there were no issues, and also I wanted to be doubly sure there was no jealousy brewing between the 4 of them. Luckily, I hadn't detected anything resembling jealousy as of yet, in fact the 4 girls seemed to get along like always, the last thing I wanted was to intrude on their friendship.
We were always careful, to make sure that no one ever caught on, but to be honest anyone with half a brain probably could've figured out something was going on judging by how much time we were spending together. And I had little doubt the rumor mill was turning, after all the school was full of teenaged girls. Nothing against the fairer sex, but they did certainly love a juicy rumor or two. Of course, even after a few months at this school I was still an outsider, so I never really caught wind of any possible rumors.
Anyways, I suppose I should get on with the story.
It was the beginning of the volleyball postseason, the school's team had once again made it to the playoffs, like they apparently did almost every season. Our school, having the best facilities, would be hosting the playoffs, which meant a lot of girls from other schools would be showing up for the playoffs. But there was one face among them that I never thought I'd see again.
I was leaving my last class of the day, making the long walk across campus to my dorm, like I'd done so many times in the past. Only this time a bus full of girls from another school was in the parking lot, and that's when I saw her, Maria, the girl from my old high school who'd accused me of coercing her into having sex. She was unloading off the bus in a parade of other girls, I had to double take to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. No, it was definitely her, as I stared a moment in complete shock and terror. I came back to reality and panic set in, and the next thing I knew, I was practically sprinting from the scene, headed toward my dorm at top speed. Upon reaching the dorm, I slowed my pace to hasty walk and quickly made my way through the halls.
"Hey Alan!" I heard Molly's voice in the hall.
I was too panicked to aknowledge her, I just continued walking. I got to my door and fumbled with my key for moment, missing the keyhole on my first couple tries I was trembling so much. When I finally got the door unlocked, I entered and slammed the door behind me, I dropped my stuff on the floor and collapsed face down on my bed. Immediately all those painful memories came flooding back in a tidal wave. I began questioning everything. Why was she here? Why her of all people? Why now? I was finally beginning to enjoy life again, and now Maria has showed up here of all places? Was this the other shoe dropping? ...punishment for my arrogance in thinking I could escape the past?
Suddenly before I could even react my door began to open. Damn, I forgot to lock it, I thought. The door opened and in walked Molly.
"Alan, is something wrong?" she asked, sounding concerned.
I must've looked so pitiful laying there in my bed, wallowing in my own grief. I didn't know how to answer her, I'd never told her about my past and she'd certainly never seen me like this. Yet, there she was, showing genuine concern. I couldn't very well lie to her.
"yes..." I replied simply and quietly.
She shut the door then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"But, what are you doing here Molly?" I asked, quickly realizing that someone could've seen her come in.
"Don't worry about that, everyone else went to dinner, so no one saw me. Now tell me what's wrong?" she asked, gently placing her hand on my back.
Once again, I didn't know how to respond. And whatever I said, it would most likely lead to me revealing my past, my reason for coming to this school in the first place. I didn't know if that was something I was ready to do. Then the fear set in. How would she react? To find out I was accused of something as awful as rape? Surely she'd want nothing to do with me, what girl would?
"Come on, talk to me, Alan." she said, rubbing her hand in circles on my back.
I still just remained silent, the fear and panic keeping me paralyzed.
"Look, you're one of my best friends and I care about you. You know you can tell me anything." she said in a sentamental tone.
She was right, we did pretty much tell each other everything. We practically knew everything about one another. But the one thing I'd never told her about was my past. Though, I have to be honest, the sound of her tender voice and the gentle touch of her hand on my back, were beginning to make me feel a little more at peace. I had to tell her, I needed to tell someone. This thing had been eating me up for so long.
"...okay... You know the bus that just got here?" I started, still face down in my pillow speaking in a low melancholic voice.
"Yeah, the bus from that other school? That's who we're playing in the first playoff game this weekend. Their team will be staying in the guest dorm until our match. What about it?" she replied.
That at least answered my question of why Maria was here, even though that should've been obvious.
"Well, I saw someone I know getting off that bus." I said.
"Oh, an old friend?" Molly asked.
