Four Hills High School Ch. 01

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"Hi, Daddy!" Jackie said cheerfully.

"Hi, sweetheart," he replied, brightening as he saw her. "Hello, Robert," he said, cordially.

"Hi, Mr. Dumell," Robert said, doing his best to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Did you learn a lot?" Mr. Dumell asked, almost off-handedly, as he walked past them into the kitchen.

"Mm-Hm," Jackie practically purred, looking at Robert, smiling at their private joke.

Jackie walked him to the door, and they shared one more long kiss before Robert left, smiling as he walked home.

In the lunch room the next day, Robert whistled tunelessly as he maneuvered through the crowd to sit at the table with his friends.

"You're cheerful today," Vance said. In contrast, Vance was his usual low-key self.

Robert pursed his lips and shrugged. "I guess so," he said.

Across the table, Maggie, the only girl present, narrowed her eyes. "Wait," she said, "Vance is right. You'rereallycheerful."

Robert looked at her, and couldn't help but break out in a grin.

"Don't tell us," Brian said, to his right, "You finally hooked up with Jackie."

Robert said nothing, but tried to look nonchalant as he started to eat. The five friends seated at the table made various sounds of astonishment. "Way to go, buddy!" Brian congratulated, punching Robert lightly in the shoulder.

"How was it?" Scott asked, beaming from ear to ear.

"It was great," Robert said. "I wasn't sure the first time was going to go alright, but, I think I did pretty good."

"Did she come?" Scott asked. Robert nodded his head, acting as if it should have been a forgone conclusion.

"Well, then, I guess you did pretty good," Maggie said. For some reason, she had stopped smiling. Usually she was the most cheerful person at the table. Robert wondered what had her down suddenly, but decided he would ask her in private later.

"Ready for the swim banquet tonight?" Robert asked Brian. They were both on the swim team, which traditionally held an early year banquet. Robert enjoyed the chance to dress up and have dinner with dozens of friends.

"Yeah, I guess," Brian replied.

"Think I should go out for swimming?" Maggie asked. "I bet I would look great in the team swimsuit." The boys all frowned at the image, and Maggie looked discouraged again.

She wasn't unattractive. She was pleasantly slim, except for the smallest extra weight in the hips and ass. Her face was very cute, with large brown eyes, and her hair was a silky chestnut brown which fell about her shoulders. Her bust was not as impressive, but it didn't matter, because they had been friends since kindergarten, and the boys thought of her as their sister.

"We can't think of you like that," Robert said.

"Good thing, too," Scott said with his usual mirth, "If we did, out weekly pool parties would turn into a gangbang."

They all snorted with laughter, except for Vance, who seemed to have checked out of the conversation. Brian followed his gaze across the lunchroom, and quickly spotted Vance's source of distraction. "Ah, for instance, Vance only has eyes for Krissy."

The mention of Krissy snapped Vance back to the table, and he smiled sheepishly. "Yeah," he said dumbly. Leaving her lunch table with her small group of friends was the object of Vance's idolatry.

Robert knew exactly what Vance saw in her. Krissy was about as close to perfect as high-school girls came. Bright red hair cascaded in ringlets about her shoulders, framing a delicate face of creamy skin, and just touching her firm but not overlarge breasts. Her hips, which had the slightest hourglass curve, swayed as she walked past them, smiling at everyone they passed.

She was popular, but not stuck up. She did not seem to see much point in cheerleading, though she would have been a shoo-in, opting instead to play volleyball.

Several of the school's football players were sitting directly across the aisle from them. Most of them were sharing seats with their girlfriends, straddling the seats so that the girls sat between their legs.

Robert watched as John, the star quarterback, made no secret of following Krissy as she walked. Krissy took no notice, but John's girlfriend, Stacy, who was sitting with her ass squarely in John's crotch, did. She twisted around, put her hand on his cheek, and pulled his face back toward her. His expression flared up in anger, and Robert turned his attention back towards his friends, hoping the jock and cheerleader wouldn't come to blows.

"Vance, man," Scott spoke up. "You've got a better chance with Ms. McCall then you do with Krissy." Ms. McCall was the orchestra teacher, and the teacher crush of most of the boys in performing arts.

"Might as well give her up, bud," Brian chimed in. "She's never without a boyfriend for more than a few days. Who's she dating now?"

"Mike, I think," Robert said. He had been keeping track, actually.

"You guys," Maggie said, exasperated. "Don't you think about anything else?"

"Sure we do," Scott said. "But nothing else is as fun."

"Speaking of . . ." Brian said, nodding at Scott's back.

Scott turned, and his face lit up when he saw Stephanie, his girlfriend, coming up, her usual cheerful self. "Hey, baby!" Stephanie cried as Scott bolted out of his chair and swept her up in an embrace.

Robert looked on with some envy. Stephanie was not as classically beautiful as girls like Krissy, Stacy, or Jackie, but she made up for it with her bubbliness, and her body. While not slim, she carried her weight in exactly the right places. Her long, curly brown hair fell across her huge breasts. Her stomach was remarkably flat from the flashes of midriff that Robert had seen, and directly below that, her hips and ass flared out a very nice degree, without making her seem overweight.

Likewise, Stephanie's choice of clothes often accentuated her best features. She favored tight tank tops, and the shorts she wore were snug around her hips, and came up almost to her pussy, showing off her buxom, but smooth legs.

Scott, one arm around Stephanie's waist turned and waved good bye to his friends as he and his girl left.

"Kind of feel bad for him," Brian said, watching them leave.

"What do you mean?" Vance asked, confused.

"Well, Stephanie's devout Christian," Brian said. "Not that you'd know it from the way she dresses. She's never going to go past first base."

"At least Scott is happy," Maggie said.

"He sure looks that way," Brian agreed. "I guess I'm not one to throw stones." He looked down at the table.

"What do you mean by that?" Maggie asked.

"Do you see me with any girl?" Brian asked, making a show of frustration. "I haven't been able to hook up since sophomore year."

"I wouldn't worry about it, Brian," Robert spoke up. "I think you're the target of a proverbial crush." He immediately chided himself for saying too much.

A couple of weeks ago he had overheard two girls on the swim team talking about Brian. One of them, Brandy, who was quite nice to look at, thought that Brian was very cute. When they had realized that Robert could hear, they swore him to silence.

"What do you mean?" Brian asked.

"Sorry," Robert said sheepishly. "I can't say."

Brian smirked. "Yeah, you think I'm falling for that one?" he got up from the table. "I'll see you later."

The three friends who were left realized that lunch was almost over, and reached for their bags. "Ah, the romantic exploits of the four musketeers." Maggie mused as they stood.

"And the fair lady," Vance added, smiling.

Brian practically scowled as he sat at the table with his teammates. His shirt and tie were scratchy and uncomfortable. Robert, next to him, was enjoying himself, talking to the other swimmers sitting around them.

What his friend had said at lunch had stuck in his mind. He didn't like to admit it to himself, much less anyone else, but he was missing having a girlfriend. If someone did have a crush on him, as long as they weren't half-bad looking, he was ready to make their wish come true.

He looked around the table. Someone from the swim team, he thought? The ladies, like the men, were dressed semi-formally, and many looked very nice. As he looked at them, though, he mentally ticked them off. Leslie already had a boyfriend. Kim had never shown the slightest interest.

"Are you kidding me?" the too-loud voice interrupted his thoughts from a few chairs down. "We need to pay for another team suit?" The voice belonged to Joe, and it had the same effect on almost anyone. Brian had the sense that most of the team barely tolerated Joe, and then only because they were being nice.

"Same as last year, Joe," Garret, the team captain, said from down the table. "I just need your order form. Pass it down." Almost everyone on the team had already paid for their suits, but Joe had decided to drag it out.

Next to Joe sat his girlfriend of a few weeks, Brandy, and they had to be the evening's oddest couple. Joe had long hair, and a pubescent mustache to go with his cocky demeanor. Brandy was quiet, sweet, and rather pretty, with shoulder-length blonde hair, and a slim but curvy figure.

Brandy had turned a few heads when she had entered the banquet. Her dress may have been the best-looking of any of the girls. It was certainly the most daring. The peach-colored fabric showed a generous portion of her cleavage, and it almost seemed as if her grapefruit-sized breasts would spill out at any moment.

On Brandy, who rarely spoke a word, the dress was pleasant, but unexpected. Though she was pretty, her apparent lack of confidence put her beneath the notice of most of the rest of the school.

Brian watched Joe and Brandy while most of the table conversed. Joe had finished filling out his suit order form, and was trying to pass it to Garrett, but Brandy had not noticed. Joe held the paper to her for a few seconds, before, giving up, he stuck it into the cleavage of her dress.

Brandy, struggling for composure, snatched the paper out of her dress as Joe cackled at his ingenuity. Any swimmer who had seen the display made no comment. For a moment, Brian contemplated calling out Joe for mistreating his girlfriend, but he decided against it. Joe sometimes felt like he had to fight someone, and Brian had no desire to do so tonight.

As the banquet began to wind down, Brian tried to think of a way to ask Robert about what he had said. Walking out to his car with Robert, he decided to drop all pretense.

"Listen, Robert," he said. "Was that a joke at lunch today?"

"Huh?" Robert said confused.

"When you said someone had a crush on me," Brian said, trying to keep his voice down.

Robert looked slightly embarrassed. "Hey, I told you . . ."

"Robert," Brian interrupted. "If someone has a crush on me, she would want you to tell me, if you get my drift."

Robert watched him slowly, and the confusion on his face gradually gave way to understanding. "But you can't say I told you," he stipulated.

Brian nodded his assent. Near them, Joe virtually manhandled Brandy toward his truck. Robert indicated them with a quick lift of his chin, and Brian understood.

Driving home, Brian's mind was working. He had never thought about Brandy like that. She was pretty enough, though, and she could stand to be treated better. Yeah, he decided. This would be good.

Maggie sighed as she sat in Robert's hot tub and took a sip of her beer. She and the four boys had gotten together for their usual weekend ritual at Robert's pool. She had worn a new bathing suit. A black one-piece, it showed an impressive amount of cleavage, flattering her B-cup bust, not that the boys noticed.

After swimming, Robert, Brian, Vance, and Scott had gone inside to play video games, leaving her out here to relax in the hot tub and enjoy the night, still nursing her second beer.

She thought about the boys, then about boys in general. Robert had started getting laid, and he looked much happier for it. She, however, had never come close. She didn't think she was unattractive, but none of the boys at school saw her as anything more than a friend, at most. She sighed. She would have gone out with any of the four guys in the house, but as horny as they were, they didn't seem to think that was an option.

The house's back door opened, and Robert's dad, Robert Senior, or Mr. Hunt, as they called him, stepped out in swim trunks, carrying a towel. Maggie straightened involuntarily. Mr. Hunt seemed to pause when he saw that she was the only one out here. Then, he walked toward the hot tub.

Mr. Hunt looked just like an older version of Robert, except more confident, and Maggie had always found him attractive, and, perhaps because of that, just a little bit intimidating.

When he got close enough, Mr. Hunt said, "Nice night."

"Yeah, it is," Maggie returned, smiling.

"Mind if I join you," he asked, motioning to the hot tub.

"No. Of course," she said, waving for him to get in.

As Mr. Hunt slowly immersed himself in the steaming water, Maggie couldn't help but look at his body. He was just a little more muscular than average, and she liked that, but she chided herself almost as soon as she had started to admire him.

He settled himself into the water just opposite her and looked at her, seemingly completely comfortable with sharing the tub with her. "Are my son and his friends inside playing their video games?" he asked, amused.

"Yeah," she said, nodding her head, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Too bad for him," Mr. Hunt said. "It's such a lovely evening, and he's not out here to enjoy it." He did not take his eyes of hers as he said this. "So why do you always hang around with these guys?" he asked.

She shrugged. "They're my friends," she said. She had often wondered this herself. She had girlfriends, but for whatever reason, her customary place to be on the weekend was with these four guys.

"I would have thought a girl like you would have a date tonight," Mr. Hunt said, and Maggie could feel herself blush immediately.

She tried to calm herself, knowing that it was useless. She only hoped that the evening darkness was hiding her flushed complexion. Mr. Hunt had playfully tried to embarrass her like that in the past. She decided that she wasn't going to let him do it tonight.

"I guess the boys don't see much in me," she said, more confident now.

"That's surprising," Mr. Hunt said. "Of all the girls I've seen that are Robert's age, you're by far the most attractive."

Maggie pushed down her surprise at the direction this conversation had just gone. Again she resolved not to act like a naïve schoolgirl. "Really?" she asked, with a hint of flirtation. "Even more attractive than Jackie?"

"Even more attractive than Jackie," Mr. Hunt nodded.

"I don't know what you see in me," Maggie persisted. "None of the boys seem to see it." She batted her eyes in a playfully hurt way.

"Well, your hair is gorgeous," Mr. Hunt said. Maggie smiled in spite of herself. She had always taken pride in her long, brown hair, but she was rarely complimented on it. "And your face," Mr. Hunt continued, "so delicate. It has a certain . . . innocence to it."

"But what about my boobs?" Maggie asked. "They're so small," she pouted.

"I don't know about that," Mr. Hunt said. "Let's see them."

This did cause Maggie to stop in shock, looking at Mr. Hunt, trying to tell if he was kidding. Mr. Hunt held up his hands. "Don't worry," he said "I won't laugh at them. You asked me how they were. I can tell you."

"Look," he said finally, and reached down under the water. He shifted his weight for a few seconds, then brought his swimming trunks up and placed them on the pool deck. "I'm naked, now," he said, "No reason for you not to be."

Maggie looked down. His body was concealed by the hot tub's bubbles, but he was definitely naked. "What about Mrs. Hunt?" she asked.

He made a dismissive gesture. "She's out of town. She doesn't need to know."

Maggie thought through the situation. First Mr. Hunt had told her that she was attractive, then he had asked her to get undressed, and then he had gotten undressed himself. Obviously he wanted something.He couldn't actually want to . . . have sex?She thought. She was just a schoolgirl, and he was quite a hot man. Maybe it was the two beers she had had, but she wanted to see how far this could go.

She stood up in the hot tub, shrugged out of the top of her swimsuit, and let it fall. Her small breasts hung just above the water level. She realized that the thought of showing herself to Mr. Hunt had made her nipples stiff.

He looked down at her, but did not seem like he was ogling her. He looked back up at her eyes with a confident smile. "There, you see?" he said. "You're absolutely beautiful." Maggie blushed again. "Can I feel them?"

She knew that she was headed into dangerous territory, but, looking at the outline of Mr. Hunt's fit body under the water, she had to go further. She walked forward through the water until Mr. Hunt could reach her.

He took one of her breasts in each of his hands and fondled her gently, stroking her erect nipples with his thumbs. "Mmm. The boys are missing out," he told her. All thought of right or wrong left her mind, and she closed her eyes. Now, at last, she was being told that she was beautiful, sexy, and it wasn't one of the boys at school, it was this man who could have sex with his wife any time he wanted.

Suddenly thinking of her friends, she looked towards the house. Mr. Hunt caught her glance. "Don't worry," he told her. "They're occupied with their games." Still, he picked up a remote control, and, with the press of a button, turned off the pool lights, covering them in darkness.

As Maggie's eyes adjusted to the light, Mr. Hunt leaned down, and took one of her breasts into his mouth. He covered her entire pink areola with his lips, then tightened his mouth until he was sucking on only her nipple. Maggie gave a small cry of exquisite pleasure as Mr. Hunt sucked her with increasing pressure. As he did this, his hand continued to knead her other breast. Finally, he switched, and gave the other breast the same attention.

Finishing, he sat back, and taking her waist with sudden strength, turned her around and sat her down on his lap. She was still wearing the bottom of her swimsuit, but she could feel his large, stiff cock through the thin fabric. His sudden forcefulness was shocking, but she felt a wave of odd pleasure when she realized that he had her completely under his control.

Under the water, he reached up and continued to fondle her breasts. He put his head down and kissed the side of Maggie's neck. She closed her eyes, and leaned back into him, savoring the feeling. She was just thinking how much trouble she was having getting the attention of the opposite sex, and now here she was, being pleasured by the last man she would have expected. He moved his head to the other side of hers, and continued to plant soft kisses up and down her neck.

Mr. Hunt then brought one hand up to her face, gently tuning her so that he could kiss her. She returned the kiss gratefully, breathing in the feel of him.

Their lips parted, and Mr. Hunt brought his head up, relaxing for a moment, and going back to feeling both of her breasts. He gently pinched her nipples and rolled them back and forth between his fingers until they were as hard as pebbles.

He whispered in her ear. "So, have you never been with a man?"

She shook her head no.

"That's too bad," he said. "Are you nervous about losing your virginity?"

She had been, and still was. She nodded, then decided to add more. "Sometimes I wish I could just get it over with."

"Well, you will tonight," Mr. Hunt told her. He brought one hand away from her breasts, and she felt him rub her pussy up and down through her bathing suit. "Mmmm," she purred, as he gradually rubbed harder, pressing his finger, and the swimsuit, in between her pussy lips. He paid special attention to her clitoris, going back over that part several times.

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