Mean Girls of Maplewood Ch. 05

She shuddered as she remembered opening the broom closet to find the young nurse bent over being pounded away by her husband and how she had run away making a scene. It was a miracle the nurse hadn't been fired.

She'd tried calling April, but her daughter didn't seem to picking up. In fact she'd called over thirty times and now her phone was dead and the night nurse wouldn't buzz her back into the facility. Betty wondered if perhaps she should have relented and let that jerk of a tow truck driver have a look at her melon sized breasts. Lord knows it had been too long since she'd felt like a woman and she'd dedicated her life to raising her daughter right becoming an integral part of the church and such. But there were those nights when she'd lie awake thinking of April's father and how he used to burst in from work and take her wherever he'd find her in the home they shared.

Betty had tried to do everything she could to please her man, but he seemed to be insatiable to the point of distraction. She remembered one afternoon while April was out to school, he'd marginally forced her to pleasure him with her huge tits and blew his wad all over her face, chest and continued relieving himself until her simple cotton dress had been soiled. An argument had followed and things had escalated until he'd lost control of himself and forced her to bend over the kitchen table taking her in the wrong hole...the dirty hole and defiling her even more. She'd realized at that point what a monster she'd married as she cleaned his disgusting cock after it'd been in her anus. Afterwards she watched him sitting on the couch guzzling a beer and watching one of his silly football games without a care in the world.

The situation got worse and the strife in the household was increased tenfold when she got the shock of her life while doing the laundry. Betty had found a considerable amount of dried up cum in her daughter's brassiere and was worried that she was sexually active. April had argued fiercely with her claiming that she wasn't doing anything nearly getting physical with her mother when she'd threatened to take her to the hospital to get her hymen examined. April had locked herself in her bedroom and she'd taken to a bottle of Christmas brandy from the back of the kitchen cabinet. She'd ended up passing out on the couch and woke up later to find her husband nude in their daughter's room. He'd pulled the teen's nightshirt up and was stroking himself over her massive tits.

She'd wanted to cry out but feared and worry of what would happen if she alerted her daughter as she watched her husband spew a nearly steady stream of cum all over his daughter's tits. She'd nearly fainted when she saw him fondle April's tits and lick a handful of his own cum from his fingers.

"So what, the little bitch is eighteen already." He snarled when she confronted him with a butcher's knife as he'd emerged from April's room. A scuffle followed in which she was struck with a closed fist and he'd bolted their home like a thief in the night never to be seen again.

April would ask again and again about her father, but Betty would hold fast that she didn't know anything more than her daughter. Their relationship remained strained even more so after her daughter found her father on Facebook with his new wife in a few tagged photos.

The other woman had big tits as well and was blonde. At least she had something in common with that slut. April dyed her hair in an attempt to be as unlike her "frigid "mother as possible.

"MOM!!" Betty sometimes hated herself for missing her degenerate husband, but she was glad he was back in Tennessee where he belonged.

"MOM!!" Sometimes she'd wake up in the middle of the night and finger herself to an adequate, muted little orgasm.

"WAKE UP!! FUCK MOM!!" Betty was jolted from her past and realized someone was calling out to her. She turned around to see a sports car parked across the street with some red headed girl behind the wheel.

It took her only moments to realize that her daughter was in the passenger side of the vehicle.

Her daughter was smiling.

April introduced her friend from Maplewood High, her name was Melissa Reed and she was the sheriff's daughter. Betty had heard things about this girl, that she was willful and destructive. She'd heard that her father had used his influence to keep his daughter out of jail. But the smiling well-mannered girl in front of her seemed to be nothing of the sort. She wasn't even aware that April knew the girl. She'd heard that Melissa was dating the Tucker boy, and was shocked to find these two teens were friends. She'd raided her daughter's room and read her diary noting that April always saw herself being married to Brad as her ultimate goal.

"Well, uh hello uh?"

"Call me Red." April lied telling her mother that Red had been driving by and kept her company while she waited to be picked up. The girls told Betty that they'd decided to find her after it was apparent that she was wouldn't be picking her daughter up from work.

"Well aren't you something uh, Red. I think I have a few dollars around the house I can give you." Betty didn't like owing anything to anyone.

"That won't be necessary ma'am. My daddy always says you can't put a price on a good deed and we should be to your house in a few minutes." Red was really putting on a show as April covered her mouth and snickered from the backseat.

"You're such a nice girl and an angel." Red almost laughed in her face wondering how April's mother would react if she knew that her daughter had been getting fucked silly for the last ninety minutes by an "angel" no less.

"Come on mom, you're embarrassing her."

"How? I'm just complimenting this fine young lady."

"Just cut it out mom, for my sake okay?" April was a little annoyed, but Red was living in the irony of the situation. Betty to her uniformed credit ended up inviting Red into their house for a slice of pie. The clueless woman was happy to see that her daughter had what she deemed to be a decent and respectable friend. The stress of the night had taken a toll on Betty and hallway through her portion of her famous apple pie; she excused herself and was soon sleeping soundly in her bedroom. Her snores loudly drifted through the walls while her daughter continued what she had started earlier making out with Red.

"That feels so fuckin' good bitch." April had dipped her fingers into the cheerleader's panties and started rubbing her clit.

"Glad you like it slut." The chubby teen dropped to the carpet and pulled the damp crotch of Red's panties to the side and began lapping at her sex while her dark locks were cradled by well-manicured fingers.

The girls would continue their shenanigans for the rest of the night with Red sneaking out just before dawn. She was more than a little exhausted and had to hold on to the hand rail as she descended the stairs in the early morning light.

Just as she was starting up her engine, April came running out of the house clutching her flower print robe around her nude body and almost falling down the short flight of stairs that made up her front porch.

"What, you wanna fuck some more? Damn bitch you're insatiable!!" Red smiled at her conquest while rolling down her window.

"No, just-It's just something I, like have to tell you."

"Please don't say you love me or some sorry shit like that April, it would be so awkward and stupid." Red regarded the chubby teen and noticed that she was trembling. Her features softened and she leaned partially out of her window.

"Spit it out April."

"I'm pregnant. I'm so fucked right now and I know you probably hate me and I-uh, I don't know right now!! If you're gonna kill me or something I just didn't want to wait you know, right?" April was stuttering and trembling heavily at this point not knowing what to expect from the fiery redhead.

"Bye." Red put on her designer sunglasses and slammed her foot down on the gas speeding into the horizon line and leaving the sobbing girl to her own thoughts.

She pushed her Camaro at top speed for a few blocks skidding to a halt before she nearly broadsided a city bus. She sat in that intersection for a while in a stupor until her buzzing phone brought her back to reality.

"Hey whore, guess what? Pig tits got herself knocked up by your soon to be completely fucked boyfriend." Leslie laughed into the phone waiting for her friend to respond. Red tossed the phone against her passenger side window breaking it into a million pieces.

"Pregnant." She removed her sunglasses to reveal her tear streaked beautiful face.

*****

Maplewood High was bristling with activity and jubilation as the Big Championship Game loomed less than a week away. The local townies were calling the upward trajectory of the Maplewood Cougars destiny and talking about making history. The school hadn't won a single championship since 1974 and as far as most of the quaint populace of this small hamlet were concerned, Brad Tucker was about to end a forty year championship drought.

Some of the townies made it a habit of sauntering over to the high school stadium to watch the star quarterback work out with his team. Brad was beginning to enjoy a little bit of celebrity status as he was the object of much scrutiny by the public and local news.

...yet, Brad Tucker, star quarterback, big man on campus and future NFL Hall of Famer couldn't get laid.

The pussy embargo had held its course with many girls turning him down and the few who were rumored to be considering hooking up with him targets of the Red's cheerleaders. Unknown to Brad some of his own teammates had been ratting him out in return for sexual favors from the most delectable of the squad.

Brad had become sullen and angry in the weeks following the confrontation with his estranged girlfriend and a loaded twenty-two. He was too embarrassed to tell anyone about having a gun shoved into his asshole and being forced to lick his own cum off of Red's leather seats. For her part, she'd continued on with her normal life sometimes giving him a wave or two between classes and keeping to her friends. There were some rumors swirling around the head cheerleader that she was into girls and that he had a small penis. He popped his large cock out of his pants to a group of curious girls who heckled him in the gymnasium and ended up getting paddled by the coach.

The coach had been on his case for the entire latter half of the season pounding him on the training and endless drills. Making him remember plays and pop quizzing the bewildered player into football minutia.

"Get this last BIG ONE in the win column and the world is your fucking oyster Tucker!! Forget about all the school ground drama and a certain redhead!! Get this last BIG ONE!! You've gotta win boy because a lot of people are depending on you!! Get this last BIG ONE TUCKER!! Telling you something kid, you win this game and they're gonna build a fucking statue for you in the town square!!" The coach was almost fanatical and it was wearing thin.

Sometimes Brad didn't know if he was coming or going and he was nearly always sporting a rock hard boner. It had gotten so bad that his own father had mentioned there being no shame in "taking matters into your hands." What nobody knew was that he spent an inordinate amount of time looking at internet porn and jerking off to pictures on his phone of Red's big ass.

He didn't know what to make of it himself but he couldn't help himself.

At school he would sometimes stare at Red's ass while she was occupied with her friends or hanging out in the cafeteria.

"So Bradford, Red wants to know how you're "handling" things." One of the girls from the cheerleading squad had been sent over to his table to gauge his state of mind. He looked past the grinning girl to a table across the cafeteria where Red and Leslie were holding court and saw his girlfriend looking in his direction with a blank expression on her face. He was taken aback at her demeanor as she continued staring until he looked away.

"Tell her if she wants to know what's going on with me, she can come over here and find out for herself." The cheerleader, Patty a blond with a lean frame and an annoying cheerful demeanor hopped back over to her table and whispered his message in Red's ear. Red responded by looking over at him and making a silent toast with her water bottle. He followed suit and then noticed that she was making the sign of the gun pointed at her own head then followed by pointing at him.

Later at the conclusion of the school day, Brad found his car filled with trash. The entire vehicle was filled from top to bottom with paper, soda cans, trash from the cafeteria and he could have sworn he smelled urine as well.

Red suddenly sped past him in her car on the way out of the parking lot. There was laughter in the air that faded with the speeding vehicle as it turned the corner.

"Bitches." He'd muttered under his breath.

His car still smelled hours later after he'd made three attempts at giving it a deep cleaning but whatever was done to it just stuck.

He'd arrived home to find the house full of people as his extended family had come to see the game. He'd momentarily forgotten his situation with Red and all the pressure to deliver a championship to Maplewood. The family had thrown a little party for him and he found a pair of hands over his eyes.

"Guess who?" A familiar voice taunted him.

It was Red who was completely putting on her public face as his family collapsed in on him hugging their rising star relative for all he was worth. Red had slipped into a light colored sundress with a floral print and she was wearing a simple pair of cowboy boots giving off the visual impression of a good ole' country girl.

Nobody watching the couple would have thought there was any strife between the teens as Red rode his arm, got drinks for him and cuddled up against his massive chest in the backyard as the impromptu family get- together continued. Brad looked a little nervous and some of his family members mistook it for pre-game jitters. Some of his uncles had even jeered him telling him to kiss his beautiful girlfriend. Brad continued to play it straight avoiding any real contact with Red that he could manage, but finally all of the jeering and playful insults took effect and he swooped his lady up in his powerful arms and planted a deep kiss on her full lips.

Afterwards Red playfully poured a full can of beer over his head as the others laughed.

"It's time for me to go, sorry but you guys have been really great." She flashed a million dollar smile and excused herself pulling Brad along with her. Once they were alone, all of the emotion drained out of her face as she looked at her boyfriend.

"I didn't want to come, but your mom called me and said it wouldn't be the same without me there." She explained as she fished around in her purse for her car keys.

"You could have just said no Melissa. You didn't have to be phony." He was blue and more than a little put off by her demeanor.

"I like your mom Bradford. I don't want to deal with any drama right now, so I came over here and put my best foot forward."

"I miss you Melissa." He was being honest.

"You miss pussy." He softly grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to his muscular body.

"Do we have to fight all the time? I would like to put all this behind us Melissa. You know I love you." He smoothly wrapped his hands around her waist drawing her even closer. Red surprised him by laying her head against his chest and cooing softly.

"I want that too Brad. I really wished none of this ever happened. But sometimes things just have to run their course." She gave him a soft hug and looked up into his eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, come with me baby, I'll make you feel real good." She opened the door to her car and looked at him expectantly. A pang of fear shot through his body as he took a few steps back.

"N-nuh, that's okay Melissa. I gotta save myself for the game." He stuttered as she got into her car and rolled down the window on his side.

"See you CAN LEARN asshole." He put his hands in his pockets and quickly shuffled back towards his yard and family.

When he was out of sight, Red reached under her seat and pulled out a large kitchen knife placing it in her glove compartment.

*****

April sat in front of her porch looking out over the neighborhood. She had lost her job due to a missing laptop and had been scolded by her mother for being irresponsible. Betty had even told her that she should try to be more like Red who was a paragon of virtue in the woman's eyes. April rolled her eyes at that last comment knowing full well what kind of person Melissa Reed a.k.a Red was. So, she had lounged around the house having nothing to do and trying to avoid the ever creeping spectre of loneliness. Her mind was still on the incredible sex she'd experienced with the cheerleader and those thoughts would eventually lead her to her current problem ...her pregnancy.

So there she sat on her porch in her old floral print housecoat watching the horizon line. She was shocked when a familiar Camaro pulled up in front of her house.

"So I guess she's here to kill me." April thought but made no move towards her door. She had been through so much in the past few weeks that she was literally burnt out. She just didn't feel like giving Red the satisfaction of running. The redhead got out of her car never taking her luminescent green eyes off of the chubby teen.

"So, how're you doing?" Red asked as she walked around to the passenger side of her sports car. Her face was flushed crimson and her hair a little disheveled.

"Maybe I should be asking you that question."

"Don't!" The warning was clear as she ascended the stairs finally taking a seat next to April. She sat there with the chubby teen another ten minutes before turning and regarding her.

"Do you know why I bullied you?"

"Yeah, cause I got fucked by your boyfriend." April was quick to answer having little to lose given her current situation.

"No, you're wrong about that April. I did what I did because you made me feel like number 2." It was a candid admission.

"That's impossible; you're the most popular girl in school. You're head cheerleader and you're beautiful..." Her words trailed off as she noticed Red's tear soaked cheeks.

"Are you okay Melissa?"

"Shut up...Where's your mom?"

"She's working graveyard tonight. I'm alone if that's what you're asking." April noticed Red's hand on her cloth covered thigh rubbing it slightly. Her fingers pulled at the house coat revealing the chubby teen's naked thigh.

It became immediately apparent that April was nude underneath her modest house coat.

"You wanna come in?" Red smiled through her tears as she cupped one of April's huge breasts.

*****

A week had passed in a whirlwind and the day of the big game had arrived. The school had reached a fever pitch and the whole town was alive with anticipation of the state championship. Brad was publically enjoying his celebrity status, but privately his anxiety over Red had reached a fever pitch. He knew something was coming his way, but couldn't gauge its severity. Red had never stayed angry with him for this long. She continued with her public face sharing events and being cordial at school but giving him the silent treatment outside of the school.

He had decided that he would fight his way out of anything she would try to throw at him. Fuck, he was headed for great things and he'd be damned if some piece of trim was gonna control his life. This was his mantra as he trained extra hard, worked out like a beast and jerked off like a maniac in private.

He'd decided to release all of the nude photos he had of Red if she did something really heinous to him after the game. That'd teach her a lesson for making his life a living hell.