Harem Mode - ON Ch. 04

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2:05 PM - COACH'S OFFICE, BY THE LOCKERS

"Here you go, Mr. Masterson."

Kayla Martin handed Coach Masterson a clipboard with the class' fifty-yard swim times. Most of them were pretty lousy, which is why the tests had to go on after 6th period ended.

"Thank you, Kayla. Now get showered already. I feel bad for keeping you behind."

"Oh, it's no problem, Coach. I have 7th period off, anyways."

Masterson gave a nod farewell before turning his head back to the little TV he had in his office. He was reclining like a Roman aristocrat in his bean bag chair, the only comfortable throne for his bad back.

Kayla turned the corner and sighed in relief. Her swimsuit was completely torn at the bottom, front and back ends completely separated at the seam. She had to wedge and pinch the loose ends between her thighs to cover her privates. Luckily she kept a spare suit in her locker.

She plodded her damp feet quickly down the concrete hallway, careful not to slip.

"Hold on, Kayla! Can you come in my office for a minute?"

She skidded before catching herself. The sudden barking of his voice shot a wave of tension down her back.

Kayla's shoulders tightened and she let out a silent shudder.

"Yes, sir?"

Her head and upper body peered out from behind the doorway as she leaned in, not wanting to go step into the office.

"I just took a glance at the clipboard and it says here that Chester finished his lap in 21 seconds? That's a good enough time to land him on the team, and more than twice as fast for his previous two attempts. You think he's been doping?"

Kayla's flinched.Chet again!

The way she was leaning into Masterson's office to conceal her front made her butt arch up, so only the loose flap of her swimsuit's rear half rested over her ripe pie.

She could have held the two ends together with her hands somehow, but that would only direct more attention to her wardrobe malfunction, not less.

Her cold labia curled up tightly against the draft.

"Oh, he just had really bad form the first two times. He said he had a heavy lunch. It must have cleared up by the end of his tests."

Kayla felt bad for lying, even though she wasn't trying to cover for him or help him cheat. He really did clear the test in 21 seconds on his third try after bombing the first two. It was a goddamn miracle, and if her swimsuit hadn't torn apart in the pool room, she would have grilled him for holding out on her.

Damn it, Chet! Why do you have to make everything so complicated?

"Oh, wait, I see it. I must have read your handwriting wrong. Twenty-SEVEN seconds, that's a lot more reasonable. Sorry to bother you. Be on your merry little way." Coach Masterson waved his hand nonchalantly as he placed the clipboard back on his desk and turned his back to the doorway.

"I hope she didn't see my boner. God! That would have been awful."

Kayla sprinted down the hallway this time.

I've hung around long enough. Time to shower and change.

...

Kayla relished having seventh period off. A long shower would simply melt away the day's stress.

She grabbed her T-shirt and panties from her locker, and a clean towel from the closet. She hooked them all on the wall just outside the shower stall and undressed.

"Finally, some privacy," she muttered aloud. She listened for a bit, heard that no one else was in the locker room, and sighed as she squirted some body soap into her hand.

Naturally she brought it from home.

The school stuff was a cheap, pink formula that probably cost a dollar per barrel. It barely spread on your skin, and would wash away instantly with the weakest jet of water, so you'd have to constantly pump more from the dispenser.

She looked down at her pancake flat torso and did what all attractive people did when they were naked. She admired her body for a moment before starting to clean herself. She could see what all the hype was about. The female form had a natural sensuality to it.

Her tan from vacation was gradually wearing off, but it was still strong under the fluorescent lighting. Her bikini zone, rarely exposed to the sun, almost glowed white in contrast.

Kayla soaped up her arms and legs first, before moving onto her torso. When she ran her hands over her breasts, she found her nipples were stiff like gumdrops. She remembered how terrifying it was to walk around with the bottom of her swimsuit open.

That brought a flashback to Chet. She cringed internally, slapping her hands on the tiled wall.

I can't believe he saw it!

Her long-lashed eyelids squeezed shut in agony. She lowered her head into the stream of water above her and let it cascade down her dirty blonde locks. The smell of chlorine was finally starting to fade away, and the warm water massaged her neck and shoulders. Her hair felt lighter and cleaner.

Even Josh hasn't seen it yet, and it's not like I was preparing to show him anytime soon.

Josh was sort of good with not pushing her into sex. Sure, sometimes when they made out, he'd turn into Mr. Grabby-hands, but he'd stop when she asked him enough times. And with enough sternness.

"Only because you're so damn hot, you know that right?" She remembered him say when he relented. He'd sulk for a few days afterwards, but she knew he wouldn't leave her because of it.

Damn right, Josh.

Kayla wasn't blind. All girls had a roughly accurate sense of how attractive they were to guys, unless they grew up in a closed religious community.

The first half of her life was almost like that, until her father decided being Christian on the inside was good enough for his daughters. Mostly after Charlotte ran off to join a modeling agency and Sophie turned into a college radical.

Her father learned to take it easier after the first two, and to his credit, Kayla seemed to be turning out fine. For whatever reason, she was the least rebellious of his daughters, and had made no attempt to take advantage of the long leash he had given her.

There is still a home video of the three of them as girls singing "Jesus is a Friend of Mine" that Kayla prayed Josh would never find. She was the youngest of the three in that clip, with a degree of innocent, child-like enthusiasm that had since faded away like her once platinum blonde hair.

Of course, Kayla was still the youngest daughter now. As the last girl to have reached adulthood, and the only one to do it without her sisters around, she felt the pressure not to disappoint her father the most. She was still a "Daddy's girl," but strangely, she didn't mind it all too much.

Jennifer's enough of a troublemaker for the two of us, she chuckled.

Then she sighed.

All the guys her age wanted one thing, and once they got it, they'd brag to the whole school about it. Josh was just as horny, but having him around kept the others away. No one else even had the balls to come and talk to her.

Mental images of Chet's surprisingly large penis flopping out right in front of her face or throbbing stiff and proud inside his tight shorts suddenly showed up amidst the steam and running water.

For someone who wasn't even in the running just a week ago, he managed to imprint his manhood into her brain as the first one she'd ever seen.

She had never even watched porn before. Well, one time Charlie and Soph tricked her into it and made her cry. They paid dearly for it with a long and uncomfortable talk with Dad.

To be honest, this wasn't the first time she thought about Chet's oversized... peniswhat a dirty word. To have such an interesting secret revealed to her made her think about Josh's... penis, too.

Was it as big as Chet's? Josh was a bigger person, so...

But Jennifer told her that body size wasn't enough to guess. In fact, nothing about a guy would let you know how big it was. Except how expensive his car was, and that only worked in the inverse.

What if Josh wasn't as big? Would she feel any differently if she knew?

Of course not, Sydney reassured herself. What a stupid question. We've been together so long.

She had met him at a Christian event, and while he was just as much a Christmas-and-Easter Christian as she was, he had the same expectations of waiting until marriage laid upon him that she did.

His family and part of his social circle overlapped with hers in that regard. It didn't bother her much since getting rid of her virginity wasn't much of a priority. Swimming and hanging out with her girlfriends was fun enough for her.

It seems to bother Josh, though.

Most of his friends had already beat him in the race, and they teased the hell out of him for it. He tried to control his reaction, but sometimes his eyes drifted over to other girls and he'd make a face like 'what if?'

While she trusted him not to cheat, she worried if their religious morals would get in the way of their relationship in the future when they weren't around each other anymore.

With the differences between their grades, it was unlikely that they'd end up in the same college. And with his future wrestling career to consider, there wouldn't be a lot of time for them to spend together during the holidays either.

The question of their future was a difficult one that Kayla didn't want to dwell on. But it crept up on her from time to time, especially during quiet moments to herself.

Kayla turned the water off and began to pat herself dry with the towel.

Enough thinking about boys!

Luckily 6th period's was the last gym class, so there was no incoming class of girls for the locker room. Kayla had this room all to herself. She walked over to the mirror, wearing only her towel, with her undergarments and T-shirt in one hand, and her makeup in the other. She set these on the sink counter, leaning in to examine her face in the mirror.

She made a smile, which faltered slightly when she noticed a small wrinkle near her left eye. It was barely noticeable to anyone else, but the fluorescent lighting revealed the minor imperfection to her scrutinizing gaze and magnified it.

Aside from that, her face was perfectly smooth and radiant. Her freckles, which her dad called angel kisses, gave her cheeks a nice balance, like the flecks on a ripe apple. Her wet hair lost some of its waviness, but Kayla decided to hold off on curling it.

Her swim team was going to start meeting again soon for practice, so she'd get her hair wet again anyway. Besides, it was kind of nice to have a flatter, straighter look once in a while.

She stepped back and looked around before opening her towel, baring her naked body to the mirror. She grinned slightly, thinking about all the thirsty boys who would lose their minds if they saw a sight like this.

Then frowned again, thinking about how many childhood friends she couldn't see anymore after she won the puberty lottery.

She held her breasts in her palms. They felt like two, fuzzy, warm peaches. Not too big, not too small. It was remarkable how much power they had over men. It felt like she was carrying two atomic bombs on her chest.

Luckily they were modest enough that she could cover them with most shirts without them getting too tight and stretchy. But not in her swim uniform. No latex could contain these wild curves.

She quickly put her bra and panties on, then her shirt. Then the rest of her clothes. She forgot to dry the small of her back, so her Die Antwoord shirt stuck to it, eliciting an annoyed sigh. She flicked on her RayBans and headed out the door.

The sun was still shining on the school grounds, but the occasional chilly breezes and grey cumulus clouds coming out of the East signaled the coming rainy season and the end of short shorts. Kayla wrapped her denim jacket tightly around herself as she briskly walked over to the parking lot.

She double-tapped the unlock button on her car remote out of habit. She really only needed to unlock the driver door. Her adorable white-and-yellow '99 coupe booped back in response.

She hopped inside and popped her heart-shaped key into the ignition. It had the initials JL + KM written on them, for her name and Jennifer Lindberger's. It was the kind of pseudo-homo BFF stuff that only girls could get away with, but also a reminder of just how long the two of them had been friends.

Kayla had gotten her license exactly on her 16th birthday, and her dad was ready with the hand-me-down car for his youngest daughter. "Now I have three women in my life," he said bittersweetly. Jennifer was just as excited about Kayla's new car as she was since her own dad thought she was too irresponsible.

Kayla connected her iPod via auxiliary cable to the plugged-in cassette adapter in her car's tape player. The rest of her car ride home was flavored by the smooth vocal stylings of Smash Mouth and Baha Men, and various other artists from the Shrek soundtrack.

SAM-BODDY WUNS TOL ME THUH WURL IS GUNNA ROL ME

She had the A/C on half-blast with the windows rolled all the way down, letting her hair dry in the cool breeze. The green street signs became less frequent and the roads wider as she drove out into the suburbs, away from Old Town.

At one intersection she handed a fiver to a homeless man with a crummy sign made from a paper shopping bag. He gave her a knowing wink and told her "good things will come your way". She turned to thank him but he was gone before the light turned green again.

A couple of lefts and rights later, she pulled into a familiar cul-de-sac. She gently pressed the brake as her little coupe climbed the sidewalk into the red cobbled driveway in front of the garage. There was space for three cars, but her father's wouldn't be parked next to hers until at least five in the evening, giving her about three hours to herself.

Kayla grabbed the mail on the way inside the house. As soon as her hand gripped the doorknob, she could hear the familiar scampering and jangling sounds of Rodney, the family Labradoodle.

"Bart! Bart!" Rodney barked, in possible reference to The Simpsons, which was usually on in the house.

Kayla knelt and picked up the little white wooly bully and sat down on the living room couch, and pet him for a few minutes. He gave her a couple of licks in return and scampered off the couch to feed himself, then run around quietly in the backyard.

Rodney was a very low-maintenance pet.

Kayla slowly got up, wiped the saliva off her cheek set her denim jacket on the back of a chair before turning the thermostat on just a little bit (Don't waste heat, Sydney) before sitting down to do her homework.

It wasn't long before she started rubbing the bridge of her nose in boredom.

Literature used to be interesting when it was stuff like Frankenstein or Lord of the Flies or 1984, but now it was all about dreary women who stayed at home all day and droned on and on endlessly about marriage.

"Just fucking marry him already!" Kayla sighed, fed up with the boring cunt who spent the whole book railing against marrying for money, but just couldn't decide if she loved the rich asshole that everyone else hated.

Kayla slammed the book closed. Then opened it again near the back to read the ending.

"Oh, yes, yes! Mr. Darcy, I do! I love you! Let's get married!"

Kayla rolled her eyes and shut the book closed again. This was giving her a headache.

She got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. She pushed the lever on her refrigerator that released ice cubes into her cup, then turned on the special filtered water spigot next to the main tap water spigot in the sink. The ice crackled and hissed as it interacted with the cool water, slightly melting and re-settling in the glass.

Cool, delicious, refreshing water soon cascaded down Kayla's delicate neck. The ice cubes in her glass clinked around as the cold water was drained out by her full, pursed lips. She let out a sigh of relief before filling her cup again with another cool, satisfying draught.

"More," the little Australian whore moaned to herself. She swirled her second glass of iced water around, listening to the muted sounds of ice knocking against glass.

She emptied it just as eagerly as the first one, and popped some of the shrunken ice chips into her mouth and crunched them between her neat rows of marble white teeth. Her cheeks puffed out greedily as she gnashed the cold chunks of ice. They broke down into smaller and smaller pieces until they finally melted against the warm flesh of her mouth. She had read somewhere that enjoying the taste of ice was a sign of iron deficiency, which made her a little nervous.

She tilted the glass back, causing the few remaining pieces of ice to spread out, then darted her tongue inside, playfully trying to snatch one of the chips. She smiled with triumphant satisfaction when she caught one.

Suddenly a strange thought raced across her mind.

I have to get naked.

Kayla set the glass down on the marble counter and blinked a couple of times.

Wait, what?

Kayla's eyes unfocused for a dizzy couple of seconds before coming back together, fixed on a spot on the refrigerator. She swore for a second she could have seen "+10 EXP" flash in bold print on one of the various pieces of paper magnet-pinned to the wall before fading away.

Jesus my mind is fried.

Her reverie was broken by the tickling of fur on her bare calves, and the tinny jingle of a collar bell.

"Why, Mr. Ruffles! Who's a good itty-bitty-kitty?" Kayla cooed.

"Mrow" he mewed back, flicking his upright tail against the back of her knee. Mr. Ruffles turned his face up, then cringed reflexively as Kayla's tanned hand dove down to pet his forehead.

She scritched the tabby's little neck, cupping and rotating arounds his jawline until her fingers were on Mr. Ruffles' sweet spot, the chin. The cat relented and bunted his head into her palm when she gave him the final send-off pat before picking him up. She used both arms to hold him up securely.

He was only a little smaller than Rodney, and twice as feisty when cornered, so the family felt it safe to leave him in the house together with the dog without separating the two physically.

"Mr. Ruffles wants to watch TV?"

Prrr.

"Good, 'cause it's been a long day for me too."

She set the tabby down in a safe perch, level with the couch, before picking up the remote and plopping down noisily on its plush cushions. She started sliding her socks and short shorts off, getting comfortable in her T-shirt and panties, settling down for her favorite sitcom about two bald guys and their wacky escapades. They were embroiled in yet another knee-slapping fight.

"You put too much thorium oxide in the batch, you idiot!" BONK

"I'm gonna put too much of these nuts in your mouth next, bitch!" WHACK

The younger baldhead, who used to have hair, threw a beaker at the older, crazier and more dangerous bald psychopath. SMASH

This was followed by some fine slipping and falling, and prop comedy involving laboratory equipment.

SLAP BOOM BAP POW

WOOBOOBOOB WOOB WOOB WOOB

Kayla smirked and chuckled softly while the cat slowly fell asleep in its bassinet, totally ignoring the Primetime Emmy award-winning show.

"Hey hey hey! What's going on her-POOF," interrupted a more serious-looking dark-skinned gentleman, also bald before a bag of flung powder exploded in his face, coating him with a comical white mask.

"Why you..." He started angrily, grabbing the two offending troublemakers by the ears, clonking their shiny heads together. BONK

"OH!" The two screamed in surprise and agony. This was followed by a double-slap across both of their cheeks.

"Now clean this up and have the meth ready by tomorrow!" The bespectacled restaurant owner said while readjusting his tie. He slipped and fell on some acetone on the way out of the room.