High School Harem:
Mindy and Sheri
(Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. I'm drawing on fantasies from high school too many years ago to admit to, so some things may seem dated. This will hopefully be the first in a series, depending on reception.)
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It was the summer after his junior year in high school, and for Rick Thomas, next year's graduation couldn't come soon enough. Rick was already 18, having started school a year earlier than his classmates. Classmates were a stretch to describe the dynamic between Rick and the other teens he went to school with. He had always been on the outside looking in. Tall, thin, gawky and socially inept, he was the stereotypical geek, but he didn't even fit in with the science club dorks, only being of average intelligence. The previous eleven years had been a blur of last choice for sports, trippings in the hallway, and barely hidden giggles from girls as he slumped around the halls trying vainly to hide the erections that seemed to occur with more and more frequency. Hence the nicknames, which started with "Rick the Dick" and deteriorating from there.
It was one week before school started, and Rick was currently slumped against the snack bar wall of the small town's local drive-in movie. His parents had forced him out of the house this Saturday night, encouraging him to "go make friends", as if it was that easy. His parents were idiots, he thought, dropping him off at a drive-in, no car, so here he stood, not even able to enjoy the movie.
Rick had spent all summer in the city, working for his uncle's landscaping company. As a result of the long hours of manual labor and a well-timed growth spurt, his thin frame had filled out considerably and was highlighted by his dark brown tan. He had been pleased to see in the mirror this evening that the end might be in sight for the acne that had plagued him for years. While still of only average looks, the face that had stared back at him from the mirror was only slightly recognizable as his own and he hoped the new anonymity might allow him to make it through a couple of weeks of his senior year untargeted. He slumped even lower, recognizing his neighbor Mindy's car slowly driving past.
Mindy Cain was twenty and a sophomore in college. She was enjoying the last few days of summer break at home before returning to school. Mindy was blonde, blue eyed, beautiful, slutty and busty, the lethal combination ensuring that her teen years had been a piece of cake. A former cheerleader, popular with her classmates and the faculty, especially the male teachers, she was more than aware of her good looks and used them to her advantage. She had always dated whichever boy was the current season's sports star and was not above popping open an extra button on her blouse in order to extract preferential grades. She had found that college wasn't that much different than high school and was becoming more and more confident that her good looks would allow her to coast through life.
"Who's the new guy?"
This came from Sheri Stilson, Mindy's best friend and current passenger. Sheri was twenty as well and roomed with Mindy at college. Where Mindy used her looks to gain her every advantage, Sheri was much more self-deprecating about her looks, though of equally stunning beauty. Taller and slimmer than her friend, she had long black hair and big blue, almost violet eyes, which stood out in stark contrast to her mane. She had been on the drill team in high school, also popular, but relying on her intelligence to get through school, unlike Mindy's shameless flirtations.
She glanced over at Mindy, as Mindy leaned over the console to get a look at whom she was talking about. Like always, Mindy's blouse gaped open at the neck, giving anyone with passing curiosity an eyeful of her bountiful bosom. Sheri sighed, "Wish I had boobs like Mindy," she thought. "But she doesn't have my movie star mouth!' It had recently been pointed out to Sheri that she and that new actress Julia something or other, had the same wide, full mouth, complete with straight, white teeth. She flashed a big smile at Mindy when Mindy noticed her glance down her blouse.
"Would you quit staring at my boobs, Sheri?" Mindy asked, feigning exasperation.
Sheri rolled her eyes. "Like you mind! Quit hanging them out if you mind so much!"
Mindy giggled and shook her shoulders, causing the exposed tit flesh to ripple and jiggle.
"You're just jealous! Now who are you talking about?" she said, stopping the car.
Sheri turned and pointed out the window to where Rick slumped against the wall, trying his best to pretend that he didn't notice the two girls talking about him, not thirty feet away.
"I don't know, he doesn't look fam...wait a minute! I think that's Rick the Prick! You know, from down the street!"
Sheri looked closer now. It did look like Mindy's neighbor, but he had definitely changed since she had last seen him over two years ago. She could remember the lustful gazes the gawky teen had given them as they lounged around Mindy's pool while he sweated bullets, push mowing the Cain's lawn. Mindy took endless delight in tormenting the shy boy, but Sheri had frequently taken pity on him, trying to carry on a conversation with him. These often ended awkwardly as inevitably he would sprout an obvious hard on and slump away with Mindy's derisive laughter echoing after him.
"Wow, he's really grown up," Sheri said, instantly regretting the words as Mindy chuckled.
"Like what you see Sheri?" she teased, noticing the glimmer of interest in her friend's eye. She leaned further over towards the open window. "Oh, Ricky!" she called.
"Stop it Mindy! I was just saying..." Sheri shrank back into her seat, horrified that Mindy was apparently going to get his attention
"What?! You think he's cute, don't you?"
"I didn't say that! He's just, you know, grown up..."
"Oh, Ricky!"
"Cut it out Mindy!"
Rick could hear the two girls plainly and cut his eyes to the car to see Mindy Cain waving him over. He groaned. Just what I need, he thought, more cock teasing. Mindy had forever wiggled suggestively in front of him or flashed him huge portions of cleavage when she knew he was staring, which was often when they had been in school together. He had filled up many a tube sock late at night, fantasizing about his sexy neighbor. He had been enormously relieved upon her graduation and studiously avoided her when she visited home.
"Hey Ricky! C'mere! We won't bite!"
People at the snack bar were starting to stare, so Rick ducked his head and began shuffling towards the car.
