Samantha didn't think she had a chance but Don had talked her into entering the contest.
The Winona Peach Queen contest was open to all girls eighteen to twenty that lived in their rural community. Usually a dozen girls entered and the winner received a five thousand dollar scholarship to the university of her choice as well as numerous lesser prizes including a prom dress from Betty Butler's Buttons and Bows shop.
Don Brown was the village barber and a friend of Sam's family. He had always admired the voluptuous young female yearning for her luscious body. He had a concealed motive to ensure Samantha entered the contest.
Samantha was popular enough, captain of the girls' cheerleaders team and graduating class valedictorian she had already been accepted Laurier University which was her first choice. She would have the support of most of the community.
First Don introduced her to Margarita Bant, the owner of Bant Modeling School. Margarita was a friend of Don's and had agreed to coach Samantha personally in how to present herself as Peach Queen material.
Samantha had agreed to spend some evenings at Don's place after school and the barber shop was closed to go over her presentation.
Don's lair was at the rear of his shop in a converted house. Being a confirmed bachelor he lived alone with his cocker spaniel and budgie.
The first evening Sam arrived at Don's just after 7 pm. She had been home and had dinner, completed her homework and changed into blue jeans and a Rolling Stones tee shirt.
Don welcomed her into his living room and they went over their game plan. Don kept it all prim and proper not wanting to spook the young girl until she was relaxed enough to lower her guard. The evening went quickly and Sam was on her way home by 10 pm promising to return the following Tuesday night. Don was ecstatic, Sam was falling right into his plan.
Don carefully planned for Sam's next visit. She had visited Margarita Brant on Saturday and was given some pointers on how to walk and carry herself. Margarita had also given her some makeup tips. She arrived at Don's all eager to develop her presentation.
Once more Don greeted her and brought her into his snare. Samantha was in a bubbly mood and totally unaware of what awaited her.
Don had some suitable background music playing on then stereo and invited his young prey to sit on his couch while he got them something to drink.
This time instead of a soda pop he brought Samantha a glass of his homemade red wine. The wine was potent and Don coaxed Samantha to try some.
He watched while the girl sipped the strong liquid and it burned down her throat.
"Soon my cum will be rolling down that pretty throat." Don thought to himself as his hand in his pocket worked his erection.
Sam was again dressed in blue jeans and a plain white tee shirt. Don could see the outline of her bra through the thin cotton tee shirt and the pronounced projection of her nipples, Don had lowered the air conditioning to sixty-eight!
They briefly exchanged ideas about the contest as Don watched Samantha empty her glass. She had obviously developed a liking for the homemade hooch.
Don got the bottle from the kitchen and refilled her glass with a generous amount of the ruby red wine.
Sam giggled as she took another swallow from the glass.
Part of the contest was to be the contestants modeling in bikinis. Don knew Sam did not have her bikini with her but convinced her to removed her shirt and jeans so he could get a look at how she would appear in her bikini.
Sam was not the shy type, she had appeared scantily dressed in front of hundreds of fans in her cheerleader outfit. The wine was taking the desired effect as she stood and giggling unfastened her jeans.
Don watched as she peeled the blue jeans down her long shapely legs revealing her pale blue bikini panties.
The panties were almost a thong and concealed very little of Samantha's charms. A few strands of her mousy brown pubic hairs had escaped her panties and her butt crack had swallowed up most of the back of her knickers.
Stepping out of the jeans she kicked them aside and lifted the hem of her tee short over her head uncovering the white pushup bra containing her young breasts.
Samantha's breasts were not large, Don estimated maybe "A"'s or "B"'s at the most.
She tossed the shirt over on top of the jeans and stood posing for Don in all her glory.
"Very nice!" Don gasped.
Don could tell from Samantha's behavior she was beyond caring any more. He decided to try to go further.
