Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age.
I neither judge nor condone any of the heinous actions detailed in this chapter of MEAN GIRLS of MAPLEWOOD. That being said, I appreciate all comments on this story good and bad. Feedback feeds this tale of GIRLS GONE WILD and I would love to continue hearing from my audience.
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Sheriff Reed was troubled having ventured deep into unknown territory. The red flannel shirt did not seem to match the beige corduroys or hiking boots on his feet. He'd changed clothes several times after rushing home. The middle-aged lawman had become a wreck after sending hundreds of texts practically begging Leslie to respond. He'd continued replaying their afternoon tryst over again in his head regretting the crass question that he believed was the cause of the rift between them. He was desperate to patch things up with his daughter's best friend. Ever since her terse response and subsequent hang up in his face; the sheriff had been unable to function. Leslie had changed his bleak daily outlook with her voracious seduction of him capturing his attention almost to the exclusion of all else. He'd been sitting at his desk blankly staring at a ton of paperwork completely befuddled when he'd received the text that made his heart skip a beat.
Red, his daughter was already suspicious leaving the stern, granite law man worried that she'd eventually figure out what was afoot, but he was caught up in the moment only able to think about the next time he'd sleep with Leslie. He'd unbuttoned and buttoned his collar several times before just leaving it open figuring his teen queen would find it attractive. Reed prided himself on his no-nonsense approach to everything citing the tough mantra as the key to his and his daughter's success. They were two of a kind unique to the small town and his daughter seemed poised to take his life lessons even further. He found her iron grip on the cheerleading squad impressive and a little frightening at the same time. Red texted him right after Leslie informing the good Sheriff there would be a lady's night only at the homestead advising him to make himself scarce with his "new girlfriend".
He couldn't help his excitement as each successive encounter with Leslie had become successively addictive. It was like trying to tame a wild animal in bed until he proved unable to continue at which point she would simply leave without question or comment. He wondered if perhaps he should try to be more personable and engage in some sort of pillow talk. Sheriff Reed couldn't help himself knowing the insanity of boyish thoughts about a girl young enough to be his daughter. It harkened back to his own high school days as an angry bully unable to "close the deal" with his female peers. It was chance and a gender rivalry that brought him together with Red's mother, Wendy. She joked about both of them being the only ginger kids at the school at that time. Wendy was initially aloof and indifferent to his overtures before finally acquiescing to a date with the condition that he never darken her door again afterwards. The resultant date was a series of verbal back and forth that left him mentally drained and unprepared when the wildcat decided against her own interests to sleep with him anyway. Sheriff Reed shuddered remembering that the muscular woman mounted him refusing to remove her top after losing her skirt; she rode him the entire time intermittently slapping his hands away from her large breasts.
Leslie was so much different than Red's perpetually angry mother so selfish that she refused to even nurse her infant daughter. He didn't want to rock the boat knowing Wendy's motherhood was the result of a moment of psychotic selfishness and a tampered condom. He'd just wanted to slow his over active wife down enough to realize what they had together. The robust athlete envisioned herself an Olympic athlete and nothing was going to stop that even though she couldn't bring herself to abort the life growing in her stomach. Sheriff Reed wondered if it would be so bad having a second child with someone who could stomach being in the same room with him for over five minutes. She was eighteen, legal in the eyes of the law and he'd be damned what anyone though even his own daughter. Leslie was one awesome fuck and a show stopping beauty with no equal. Any man would be proud to have her as his woman.
"What the fuck's wrong with me?" The question bubbled up from his subconscious as the doorbell rang as if on cue.
Before his mind could answer, the sheriff was suddenly faced with the imminent face to face with his hookup after their terse exchange. He was flush with emotion tightening his belt a few times and checking his appearance in the mirror as the bell continued ringing. He buttoned and unbuttoned his collar before finally acknowledging the doorbell. He slapped on an abundance of cologne before making it to the door only to be disappointed when he found the wrong girl on the other side of the door.
"Hello Sheriff Reed; Red told us to be here when she pulled up." He couldn't recall the teen's name before realizing his daughter never really had her over to the house. She was a platinum blonde he'd seen in the cheerleading during games. Two other girls were walking towards the steps as his face fell realizing Leslie wasn't amongst them.
"Yeah, sure."
"Sheriff?" He noticed the girl was attractive enough but had a pronounced overbite.
"What is it?"
"Didn't Red tell you we were coming over?" He noticed the slight imperfections of the other two smiling girls walking up his steps. Two brunettes, one with a little bit of a double chin and the other a little extra around the waist. Looking at them revealed much about his daughter's strategy in staffing the cheerleading squad. She wanted the girls to be just attractive enough to pass the muster, but with minor imperfections not readily noticeable to accentuate her own beauty. He began to wonder how Leslie managed to get a place on the squad considering his daughter's sensibilities.
"Sheriff?" It was the same girl looking up into his stone features.
"What?"
"Uhm, didn't Red tell you we were coming over?"
"Would you like to wait outside for my fucking daughter or do you want to come in and have a seat, kid?" It was immediately apparent that he was indeed Red's father. The two other teens giggled at the exchange floating past the burly, rough floating past the burly, roughhewn man into the home.
"Sorry, sheriff." The girl mumbled.
He ignored her looking past his stoop at a few cars pulling up to the gate bordering his property. Leslie's car was not amongst them adding to his mounting frustration. Sheriff Reed wondered if perhaps the attractive brunette was playing games with him. He began to chafe at the thought of babysitting a bunch of girls whipping out his phone to dial up his daughter.
"Yes Daddy?"
"Where are you Melissa; your friends are here, shouldn't you be?!!"
"Relax, I ordered a fucking pizza daddy; Leslie should be there to help you anyway." His heart skipped a beat at the sound of her name.
"Leslie?"
"Yeah, she's copiloting this thing with me tonight; want me to call her up?" He could hear that she was driving, piquing his curiosity.
"What are you doing; are you on your way here?" Another girl was let into his home by a member of the cheerleading squad.
"Side mission."
"WHAT?!!" He was puzzled at her answer.
