This Is Our Story

"You fucked Hefty Hailey?!"

"Did I say I had sex with her? No! I said we... messed around some."

"Well I must say I'm certainly glad to see you seem to have retained your same basic shape," said Owen. When Conner looked at him quizzically, he explained. "You know. Because of smushing."

"I got it. Shut up."

"How much, would you say? Deuce, deuce and a half?"

"You don't... she's not... just shut up!"

Owen cackled, and went right on teasing. Conner tried turning up the radio, but he had to focus on driving so his friend had ample opportunity to shut it back off and resume the insults. It was maddening! To have gotten a blowjob from one of the hottest girls in school, only to be ridiculed! And she was smitten with him, too - she'd texted him the night before and again this morning to point out what a good time she'd had, but here was Owen yucking it up. Conner tried mounting a defense - she's a nice girl, she's cuter than you think, what difference does the body make in a blowjob - and finally distracted him with that detail.

"Wait, so she went down on you?"

"She did. She sure did," Conner said, finally allowing himself a smirk.

"They say fat girls give the best head. They need to, basically, to make up-"

"I get it. And she was definitely pretty good."

"Did she swallow?"

Conner eyed his friend askance. "That's kind of personal, don't you think?"

"I got nobody sucking my schwanz, so I gotta live through yours. At least until it goes spelunking in Mammoth Cavern. Now answer the question: did she swallow?"

"Well... no."

"Ha! I knew it. Chick who's too grossed out by a little man-spoo definitely won't be making a habit of it. Fuckin' spitters, man. Can't trust 'em."

"She didn't exactly spit, either. It was more... look, this is really personal to talk about, OK?"

"Wait, now you got me curious. She didn't swallow, she didn't spit... is it still in her mouth or something?" Owen laughed.

"Ew, Jesus man, no! Just... well, she... she sort of coughed it up. All over herself. But she meant to swallow."

"Oh man, so she was all... covered in it? That poor spunk."

"Shut up, Owen."

"So you got it out of your system? Or you gonna start maining Hefty?"

"Maining Hefty?" Conner repeated. "Is that even a thing people say?"

"People just said it, baby."

Conner rolled his eyes as he pulled into a spot in the school parking lot. "I don't know. I mean, we had a good time, she's a nice girl. I told her we'd go out again sometime. It doesn't mean we're boyfriend girlfriend."

"Yeah, but some stink doesn't wash off easy, and I'm not just talking about cankle sweat."

"OK, now that's

definitely

not a thing people say."

"I'm serious, man! You're always on about how into Heather Blake you are... it's a long shot as is, and if word gets out that you're on the level of Hailey McManus, you can bet your long shot is gonna go from miles to parsecs." He adopted a falsetto, imitating Heather's reading of the morning announcements. "This is Heather Blake, voice of the Northside Nighthawks, and these are today's announcements. First off, I'll never ever let Conner Fishers hook up with me, because if you fuck someone who's fucked a pig, you've fucked every pig he's ever fucked!"

Conner punched Owen in the arm, but it did nothing to diminish his satisfaction with his hilarity. As the two parted ways to go to their respective lockers, Conner frowned pensively. Owen was spot on about his crush on Heather. She was beautiful, and the only reason she wasn't firmly enshrined in the It Crowd was because she was too much of a brainiac. The girl had too many demands on her time to be able to devote herself to publicly wasting it. Worse, as he thought it out, he was probably right about the rest of it. Reputation was everything in high school. If people knew he and Hailey McManus were a couple, they'd assume something was wrong with him. If he were honest with himself, it was probably part of the reason he'd never given her a shot to begin with.

Of course, Hailey wasn't actually unattractive any more, unbeknownst to all but him. Maybe that was it - he could see if he could find a way to show everybody her transformation. Somehow. Only... if she knew how hot she was, why would she be any different from Hayleigh McKnight? Even if he could make her new body public information, all it would do to their blossoming romance would be to throw a hundred other guys into her list of options. She'd forget about him in an instant. Plus it could well alert Miss C about what he'd done, and what he might be able to do again. So no, finding a way to reveal things was out.

What then? Was he supposed to dump her? Try to reverse the change and let life go back to normal? That was a nonstarter. This was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and no amount of peer pressure was going to make him give up the new Hailey. Not even for a chance with Heather, unless it was a sure thing. That was almost unfathomable; Heather wasn't as popular as Hayleigh, true, but that was a matter of having deliberately opted out. Nevertheless, she was a hot commodity.

For now, it seemed there was nothing to be done but to keep things under wraps. He returned Hailey's wave when he saw her in the distance in the hallway, but didn't alter course. He wasn't done with her yet, but he wasn't off the market yet, either.

Conner received his first ever sext during lunch. Unable to decide between sitting with Hailey and jeopardizing his social standing, or sitting with Owen and jeopardizing things with Hailey, he'd simply gone to the editor's office to hide. It was set in a corner of Miss C's room, opposite the small computer lab on the far side of the room. It was his teacher's lunch period, too, but she'd given him a key (and a hell of a threat if it were abused) so he could get in to work on evenings and weekends, as needs be. He'd been just about to get back to exploring the TIOS software when his phone buzzed. When he saw Hailey's name, his reflex was to set the phone down, but when he saw the notification that she'd attached an image, he stopped himself.

The picture looked to be in a bathroom stall in school. Hailey had lifted her t-shirt over her chest and snapped a selfie. He couldn't see the face attached, just the ends of her auburn hair hanging down to her shoulders. A white lacy bra contrasted beautifully with her copper-toned skin, and served to remind him of the similarly white boobs underneath. As he was still staring, a follow-up text came that read,

a preview of our next date! ;)

Miss C always ate her lunch in the faculty lounge, but still he glanced to make certain he was alone. Once he was sure, he responded.

Oh, and here I was hoping to get you out of that bra again.

He added a crying emoji to complete the pout. Conner felt a lot more comfortable trying to be charming via text, where he could put his editorial skills to use.

He resumed ogling the pic, but was soon interrupted when a new one appeared. This time, there was no bra - or rather, it was been pulled down around her belly and the top was just barely visible. Hailey's tits, zoomed in so there was nothing to distract from them. Conner was no expert, but her tiny nipples looked pretty damn erect to him. His brain conjured the memory of their taste, how they'd felt in his hands, in his mouth.

Then he realized he'd been sitting there staring while this topless girl was no doubt awaiting a response. What was the right thing to say? Thanks, nice tits? He pondered for a moment, then got lost staring for an even longer moment, and decided to go with a simple, honest response.

I can't wait to get at those things again.

Are you in the caf? Mr. Rodriguez never pays any attention to my corner, so maybe we could... :D

Merciful maker, she was right. Her whole area was a quiet little nook that was populated by geeks, loners and the voluntarily isolated. Conner could be in the cafeteria, making out with Hailey, right this minute. Miss C's classroom was just upstairs and down the hall from the cafeteria; he could have his mouth on her in sixty seconds.

But then, Owen's admonition echoed back to him. However delightful he might find Hailey's body, anyone else who saw wouldn't appreciate the difference. High school being high school, rumors could start that he might not be able to undo. He grit his teeth and sent an excuse, trying to ignore the tits staring him in the face as he typed.

Sorry, got a yearbook project I'm behind on, working in the editor's office thru lunch.

Once more the crying emoji joined his words, more sincere than ever.

Can I help? I'm a pretty OK writer. I had Miss Coszic-Lewandowski (sp?) sophomore year so I know the way ;)

Her writing skills were indeed above average. They'd been in the same honors English classes all through high school up until this year, when they'd picked different electives. Still, since he'd been lying, and the whole point had been to avoid being seen with her...

Wait. What was he thinking? Here in the editor's office, nobody would see them. He could shut the blinds, on the extremely off chance someone popped in Miss C's room during lunch. Then they'd be alone, and tits...

Sure, come on down, gorgeous

, he replied.

He'd been wrong about sixty seconds; Hailey was standing there in front of him in forty-six, and wasn't even out of breath. He supposed Hayleigh's track-star body didn't get winded as easily. Conner had barely had time to close the blinds and sit back down before she was standing in the doorway. "Hey, Conner. You look nice today." She smiled that same shy smile she always had; it was all the more absurd coming from a girl who'd sent him a half-naked picture mere minutes ago.

"You look amazing, Hailey." He wondered what effect the program had had on her wardrobe. Obviously her old self wouldn't have fit into these clothes at all; had her t-shirts had always possessed v-necks sure to show a deep line of cleavage? Had she always come to school with the top three buttons undone?

"Oh, whatever, it's just jeans and a blouse. And a little makeup." Still, she was obviously pleased to be flattered.

"Can you close the door?" he said, trying not to sound too obvious about what he intended.

She agreed instantly. It was now just the two of them, in total privacy. She perched on the edge of his desk, her back to the door. "So what're we working on?"

Conner's hands were on her hips in an instant, and he pulled her to sit in front of him, his laptop now out of reach behind her. "We're picking up where you left off," he said.

If she hadn't already been so tan, she'd be bright red. "Really? Here in school?"

"Unless you were just teasing," he said.

"N-no. Um. I can, you know." She took a deep breath. "Show you. I mean, I want to show you. If you want me to... You know. Show you. Them. My boobs. Is it OK if I call them that? Sorry. Talking, you know, dirty, is like... a turn-on for me. Sorry. You know, why don't I shut up and just..."

Not a foot away from his face, Hailey lifted her shirt up to expose her white lace bra again. Adorably, she got the bottom of her shirt caught on one of the pieces of the front clasp, and had to stop and try again to pull it back up to her neck. This close, he could see those tiny little nipples of hers jutting outward, begging to be touched.

"Do... do you like it?" she said softly.

It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen

was what he wanted to try to get out while lunging mouth-first into those perky peaks. But something from his musings earlier spoke to him in that moment - that if Hailey knew how hot she really was now, she'd lose all interest in him. He had to keep the upper hand, play it cool.

"So far," he answered.

Rather than smile, she just nodded like she was expecting to have to work to earn his affection. With fumbling fingers she worked at the bra's clasp. Realizing she couldn't remove it without taking off her shirt the rest of the way, she started there. "You're sure nobody will come in?" she asked, pausing short of fully removing the undergarment.

"If they do, just get under the desk - and feel free to make yourself useful while you're down there." He was being facetious, though he supposed the way the desk was oriented perpendicular to the doorway, it actually would prevent anyone from seeing someone crouching down there.

Hailey returned his smile, then slipped off the bra and set it on the desktop beside her discarded top. "Is this better?"

"It's a good start," Conner said, sliding his hands up from her hips to her bared waist, then onto her bared tits. With those tan lines, they were only slightly less white with the bra off. "Was it a matching set?"

Hailey's eyes closed as the editor-in-chief rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. "M-matching?"

"Your underwear." He gave a short chuckle. "Distracted, are we?"

Hailey nodded vigorously. "Uh huh."

She was so flustered that it made it all the easier to keep that upper hand. "Uh huh you're distracted, or uh uh they match."

"Yeah. I mean, distracted. No, I mean they match. Both. Oh geez." She squinted her eyes shut, a shuddering gasp escaping her lips.

"Show me."

Her eyes opened after a moment - after he stopped, that is - and she licked her lips nervously. "Wait, you want me to... take off my pants? Here in school?"

Since the second he'd inhaled her perfume, that's all he'd been able to think. He'd always thought himself more of a boob man, but primitive portions of his brain now were screaming their need for her pussy. He couldn't blame them. A woman this hot deserved to have her pussy used.

He chose his words carefully; their English teachers would have been proud. (Maybe not Miss C, since he was having a girl strip for him in her classroom.) "No, it's fine. We can just get to work on the article. I shouldn't have brought it up." Not an apology; a waning of interest. Interest she'd never had but for one night in her life, and which she was desperate to have again.

"It's OK, I don't mind," she said too eagerly, undoing the button and zipper on her jeans, then easing them over wide hips. "I was just being stupid. Forget what I said. I want to, all right? And they totally match, see? They match, just like you wanted."

They certainly did. A pair of bikini-cut lace panties, dazzling white against sun-darkened skin. But whereas the black panties she'd worn under her dress on last night's date had obscured the answer to his question, these did no such thing. Hailey pressed her legs tight together, but with her natural thigh gap, there was simply no hiding the darkened wet spot at her crotch.

"Wow. You're really..." With one of his hands on each of her knees and only a little bit of pressure, her thighs slowly split apart until her calves hit either side of the edge of the desk.

"Wet? Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... you know, to be all... I don't know." A shiver ran through her entire body as his hands slid gently up her slender thighs. "Oh my gosh I don't even know what I'm saying right now," she babbled.

Conner was barely listening. He saw this barely concealed pussy, and with a single breath, took in the scent of it as well. He'd never smelled an eager pussy before, and like most men, he fell in love with it instantly. His caress continued up her bronzed skin until his fingers were touching the waistband of her panties, his thumb resting not an inch from her gushing slit. He allowed himself a moment to tease her, gently caressing her inner thighs.

Then, quite suddenly, she burst into giggles. He pulled back, confused, and for a ghost of a moment he feared that he'd been right to begin with, that this whole thing had been an elaborate prank, that Hayleigh McKnight had gotten him worked up into a frenzy, let him come a hair's breadth from her pussy, then commenced peals of mocking laughter. Every muscle in the boy's body locked up, and his budding erection shriveled away in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Hailey insisted once she got a chance to take a breath, seeming to pick up on his reaction to her laughter. After all, his demeanor was screaming displeasure in at least three languages. "I'm so sorry. That tickled like crazy! I couldn't help it. It wasn't bad, just surprising. You were doing amazing. You're so sexy, and I didn't mean to laugh, and I'm so sorry, and I understand if you don't want to any more. Oh gosh I can't believe I..."

That momentary shock of laughter had been jarring, but the Hayleigh-cunt was still right there waiting for him. Conner just put a finger to her lips - and when she fell silent, moved the same finger down to her other lips. She offered no resistance as he rubbed at the front part of her panties; when he slowed his descent, she grabbed his wrist and thrust him further downward until he was touching the warm, damp fabric. She was good and wet, all right; he was millimeters from having his hand inside an actual pussy. And not just any pussy, but Hayleigh McKnight's! (Basically.) As his index finger slipped between her moistened folds, she inhaled with a slight hiss, her hands suddenly gripping the edge of the desk like she meant to tear it off the frame.

"You like that?"

He'd meant it as a sincere question, utterly unsure of what he was doing. But Hailey nodded, swooning like he was some stud, teasing her. "Y-yes. Oh my gosh, yes."

Her response told him to keep trying to pretend to boldness. "You said you're a good writer, so use your words. Tell me what you like."

She seemed hesitant, but after a little pressure on her slit, she did her best to comply. "Y-your hand. On my, um, privates."

Conner was so nervous he couldn't believe this girl couldn't feel his hand trembling (or if she did, she probably thought it was deliberate, to titillate her.) Unsure of what to do, he channeled his inner Owen. The guy might be full of crap, but he definitely talked a good game - and, he remembered, Hailey had said dirty talk turned her on.

"Privates? Come on, you can do better."

She sighed deeply. "My... my pussy. Sorry, I never call them 'privates' like that. It's my pussy." Her voice warbled softly as she spoke.

Conner tried to keep his own steady. "Makes sense. After all, they're not very private now, hm? Looks like they're open to the public." Hailey didn't respond except with a quiet whimper of longing as he continued to tease her through her panties. "And what do we call a girl who opens her pussy to the public?"

"What?" Hailey asked, clearly reeling from her first ever fingering. She still definitely looked happy, though. Nothing told him he was going astray with this tactic. "I don't... I'm not..."

"Tell me what you are, Hailey, and..." Conner paused, abandoning her pussy to grab either side of her panties, ready to tug them down. "...I'll get these out of the way and keep going."

She whimpered, eyes bulging in panic as she realized she'd let her needfulness be heard. "Conner, I don't... I'm not sure what you mean, what you want me to say."

"I want you to tell me what kind of girl has a public pussy. That's all. Just say it, and I'll let you come."

She shivered. "But... oh please, just... I'm not..."

"Say it. You're a..."

She frowned; he began to worry he'd pushed her too far, and used a thumb to press down softly on where her clit was. He was pretty sure, at least, if anything he'd seen in pornos was the least bit accurate. (Was it?) But the gasp of pleasure she released confirmed it. "I'm a slut! OK? I'm a slut!"

"Atta girl, Hailey," he said. Her thighs slammed shut to allow him to peel down her panties, and she kicked them across the room, landing on the arm of the cheap two-seater couch Miss C set in here for ambiance, and the occasional nap. Conner grinned at the sight of his first ever pussy - and none other than Hayleigh McKnight's neatly trimmed landing strip. She was pale here too, another gap in her tanning, but the pussy itself was pure pink prettiness. It was glistening with wetness, and made a soft little

thwp

sounds as he resumed stroking its outer folds.