This story was originally written for the Summer Lovin' contest in August and September 2024.
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CHAPTER 1
Stacy didn't like math and math didn't like Stacy. You could call it an Achilles heel but the Greeks that really gave her trouble were Pythagoras and Euclid. Numbers and formulas simply didn't soak into the pretty girl's head. They'd bounce off of her sun-kissed forehead and leave next to no lasting trace in her mind.
Stacy wasn't bothered by this at all. She chose to simply ignore the subject altogether. She much preferred hanging out with her besties and all the cute hunks from the football team instead of spending her precious time doing geometry homework. As for the latter, that's what the nerds were for. They'd deal with her math problems for little more than the privilege of basking in the presence of the hot blonde.
Okay, yes, sometimes she'd have to trade some sexual favors. But it was only, like, for getting the answers during a written test. She'd always pick James or Dan for this, as they were simply shy and awkward, not ugly, and both had some pretty nice cocks. But she never did more than blow them, okay?... Well, sure, she let them grope her tits, too. But Stacy wasn't a slut! It was just a little
quid pro quo
.
See? Not everything Greek was scary to her.
In any case, Stacy knew how to deal with her math problems. Her approach worked well, or at least well enough to tide her over to the end of another school year. She had clinched a passing grade and that was good enough for the carefree girl. She was more than ready for the summer holidays: the beach she'd lie on, the sun she would tan under, the handsome studs she would tease -- and definitely no math she'd need to worry about. Not for several long and blissful weeks.
But unfortunately, as Stacy had just learned, a mere passing grade wasn't good enough for her parents. Her mom told her as much when they were both eating breakfast, on one bright and sunny morning in early June.
"Summer school?!" the girl said with a gasp. "But Mom! That's like... school!
In summer!"
"Honey, you are about to start your senior year," said her mother, in that annoying adult tone Stacy knew always spelled trouble. "There's very little time to improve on your weak spots before SAT. If you want to go to a good college, you really need to step up!"
"But there's gonna be an entire year for that!" Stacy cried. "I promise I'll get to it as soon as the classes start again!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. Mrs Stevens said she doesn't think that you'll pass her class next year if you don't put in some serious work beforehand," Mom said, squinting at her wayward daughter. "You know, she even had doubts whether some of the assignments you handed in last year were actually yours..."
Stacy gasped again. "She didn't!"
Mom shook her head with a sigh. "Regardless, she recommended that you take a remedial course over the summer. Your dad has also agreed that you could use some help. And since Mark is starting an internship and won't be coming home for holidays, he won't be able to sit down with you and --"
"Yeah, yeah, always Mark!" Stacy cut in, dropping her spoon into a bowl of cereal with a clank. "Like I actually need his help!"
She never liked hearing about her well-read, intelligent, talented, conscientious and incredibly boring older brother. Whenever their parents mentioned him, the comparison to his party-loving, boy-chasing, skimpy-dressed and borderline slutty sister was never a favorable one for Stacy.
She didn't think it was fair at all. It was her who was one hot and popular chick, right? And he was just a short and scrawny nerd. Surely, she had him beat when it came to the important things, didn't she?
"Well, if you are so confident about this then I'm sure you'll just
blaze
through this course!" her mom said with a smirk. "And when you're done, you'll still have most of the summer to yourself. Doesn't that sound fair?"
No, that didn't sound fair at all. But Stacy had this dreadful feeling that nothing she'd say could change her parents' decision at this point. She'd have to find some other way to deal with this summer school nonsense, as quickly and as painlessly as possible, or else...
Or else she'd be a laughing stock at her regular high school! Could you imagine? When all her besties are lounging on the beach or by the pool, sipping drinks like the queens they are and catching lustful glances from all the muscular studs, Stacy Brown would be stuck in some stuffy classroom! She'd be staring at an old chalkboard, trying to remember if the long side of a triangle is called hypothesis or hypochondria, all the while her precious summer holidays are slipping away!
God, the very idea made her cringe and shudder in embarrassment... She'd have to come up with a better solution. There had to be some way,
any
way, that'd let her slip through this 'summer school' bullshit and walk away with her social status intact. She just had to find it.
"Alright, fine," she seemingly conceded. "I'll do it. But I wanna know more about this summer school first, okay?"
Her mother smiled, more approvingly now. Maybe her troublesome daughter would finally start treating the schoolwork a bit more seriously?
"Of course, dear."
***
Stacy's plan, if you could call it such, was the furthest thing from getting in gear and actually learning some math. No, that'd be her last resort. Up until now she had coasted through school and life using her stunning good looks and an occasional, well-placed blowjob. She saw no reason why this convenient state of affairs shouldn't continue indefinitely.
With some luck, all she needed to do was to find a nice and hard cock. A cock whose owner would appreciate an eighteen-year-old and very shapely blonde such as her sucking on it with practiced enthusiasm. Someone with a cock like this who in return would relieve the poor girl of her arithmetic and geometric woes.
Yes, this was certainly a workable plan, Stacy thought at first. Then she realized there was but one small problem with it.
This was going to be a
remedial
class. Unlike a normal school, her fellow students wouldn't include nerds, geeks, or any other math whizzes that Stacy could turn to for help. They'd likely be all jocks and airheads, equally clueless about de Morgan laws and isosceles triangles as she was. The help she needed would have to come from somewhere else; this narrowed her options quite a bit.
She racked her brain, trying to come up with a workable solution. Maybe she'd simply cajole the dweebs who'd been doing her homework? Yeah, that didn't sound like the worst idea. But she had to be careful not to come off as too desperate, despite the fact that she totally was. Otherwise, even the promise of a nice and slobbering blowjob might not be enough to convince those smartasses to work for her over the holidays. She might have to do more than that. Heck, she might even have to go all the way.
Ugh, the very thought made her shudder... At least she wouldn't have to worry what her boyfriend Logan would think about her slutting around for real. Stacy couldn't believe how that asshole reacted when he learned about her predicament with the summer school.
"Aww, babe, that sucks," he said, face not losing the signature stupid grin that he often sported. "I can't hang out with you when you're all busy with numbers and shit!"
"I know! It's so lame. Thank fuck it's only like two hours in the morning. Maybe you can pick me up after?"
They were sitting in his car, parked in front of the girl's house.
"Uh, I don't know, Stace..."
"What? Did you get a job or something?"
He avoided her gaze for a moment, before letting out a sigh straight out of his gut. "Ugh, like... no, but... I need to keep up the appearances, you know?"
"Appearances?" She squinted at him. "The fuck you're on about?"
He sighed again, hands gripping the steering wheel. "Look, babe, I'm the best fullback on the varsity team. I need to, like, maintain my reputation. If everyone knows that --"
"Oh, you're gotta be fucking kidding me! So you're saying I'm too stupid to date a dumb jock like you?!"
"Yo!" He blistered. "Cut that shit out, okay?"
"Fuck off!" she spat. "If that's your problem, then it's fucking over!" she added, and stormed out of his car.
So, that was how Stacy more-or-less broke up with her boyfriend Logan. Judging by the one, single, solitary text message he sent her that evening, he wasn't very keen on a tearful reconciliation. Besides, only two days later she saw him squeezing the perky butt of her arch-nemesis Vanessa -- a black-haired, busty bimbo who constantly spread slanderous gossip about Stacy. She would say, for example, how the blonde stunner would blow any lone nerd at the drop of a hat, as long as the guy in question took care of her math homework.
Huh? So what that these rumors were basically true? It was still a shitty thing to do!
Either way, it was truly the end of the two-month-long relationship between Stacy and Logan. She'd really miss his big cock and uhm... yeah, mostly his big cock. Oh, well; she'd survive. Stacy had to look to the future now, which sadly included that stupid summer school.
Mom said it was the local community college that was running it. Classes would be held in one of its smaller lecture halls; these were very similar to a typical high school classroom. It was also the college lecturers who worked as teachers in the school, probably to earn some extra cash on top of their meager academic salary.
Driven by boredom and idle curiosity, Stacy sat by her laptop and opened the school's website again. When she went there the first time, she only looked up how many hours of sunshine would these dumb math classes deprive her of. Now, however, her attention was drawn by the link to the staff information page. She shrugged and clicked it, deciding she might as well see whose lectures she'd have to suffer through.
