I continued my sexual escapades with Becky through the fall and well into winter. Every time she would try to end things between us she found herself in my pick up and my balls deep inside of her emptying another load. It was after one of these particular encounters that I told her of the proposition her arch rival, Tiffany, had approached me with.
Becky was tying her cute little white tennis shoes as I told her, "Tiffany wants me to knock you up."
I could see the blood drain from her face, "What???"
"How is your sister doing by the way?"
Becky and Tiffany were arch rivals from the first day of kindergarten, all the way to to their senior years of high school. They shared a birthday but that's all they shared. Half the school went to Tiffany's 18th birthday party, and the other half went to Becky's. Becky, had thick, mid-western hips and thighs. C cup tits, dark hair and dark skin. Tiffany was 5'2", a blonde, B cup tits and petite, but still had the thick child baring hips I longed for. Looking back, I realize she looked JUST LIKE that Hayden cheerleader character from the Heroes TV show.
If Becky won the lead in a school play, Tiffany was the understudy, and vice versa. Depending on who was taking what course in school depended on who was leading the GPA average to be the valedictorian. Last year Tiffany was the captain of the cheer squad. Now it was Becky. The two had pretty close to identical resumes for college. They both eyed a coveted spot at a major university so they could land a sugar daddy and be trophy wives. The final line item on their resumes would be the queen of the winter carnival.
The winter carnival was pretty much homecoming and the prom wrapped up in a dance towards the end of winter. A way to break up the cold, bleak monotony of a mid-west winter and celebrate a spring just around the corner.
With that said, I was walking through the halls when Tiffany approached me about 6 weeks from winter carnival, "We need to talk. Give me a ride me a ride home?" She said through puppy dog eyes.
Without skipping a beat I agreed. After school she sauntered out to my pick up and claimed the seat that was usually reserved for Becky. She was also a proud virgin but looked slutty as hell. Knee high fuck me boots, denim mini skirt, some old rock band t-shirt and a winter parka two sizes too big. Soon as the heater is full boar she slips off the parka. I had trouble watching the road, not her tits. We drove to my spot and no sooner than I throw the truck in park, "I want you to knock up Becky."
"Huh?" I was too dumbfounded to have to play dumb. How did this broad know we have been fucking?
"Don't play coy with me. I know you have been fucking her since her and Brad broke up. In fact, you may have been the reason they broke up. I know you bring her out here and fuck her 8 ways from Saturday. "
"How did you figure it out?"
"I just figured it out. Those are her panties on the rear view aren't they?"
"Yes...So what's in it for you if I knock her up?"
"If you knock her up, she will be out of the running for the Queen of the Winter carnival AND I'll finally be the HBIC."
"HBIC?"
"Head Bitch In Charge. Plus it's a line item for my resume for the university we are BOTH vying for. Not to mention, she won't be at that university with me."
This is one crazy bitch... "So what's in it for me?"
"Well, other than the fuck trophy of Becky. I'll let you fuck me. Rumor has it you know how to use what nature gave you."
"Wait, I thought you were saving yourself. You and Becky are the ice queens of school."
"I am saving myself, but if it gets that bitch out of my way. I'll give it up to you."