Heather and Joe

"All done sweetie?" she asked.

Brad said something which Heather took as being a yes. He pulled out his dick and inspected it.

"I've got towlettes in my purse dear."

Brad stumbled around the car to the passenger side and got in. Heather kept her skirt up and opened the driver's side door. She then squatted next to the car holding the door for balance as she squirted cum out her butt onto the pavement. She then placed the towel on the seat before she sat on it. She turned to Brad who had already resumed drinking and smiled at him. In her perkiest cheerleader voice she said "thanks, that was so much fun."

As she drove home she kept replaying the image of herself in the windshield in her mind. She thought about Brad's closed eyes and wondered if it really mattered who he was fucking.

Monday afternoon was the second tutoring session with Joe. He was in pretty much the same outfit and unkept hair, only the subject matter on his t-shirt, a Japanese robot of some kind, was different.

"At least he cares about his hygiene." She thought as she sat down. Joe was fiddling with his laptop keyboard when she came in.

"Sorry, I spilled coke on this thing and no matter how much I clean it, some of the keys are still sticky."

Heather noticed next to the laptop was a large, thick sketchbook.

"You can draw?" she asked.

His eyes lit up.

"Yes. Do you want to see it?"

Out of politeness, more than interest, Heather said ok. He proceeded to show her a collection of black and white sketches of scenes and people from the school. Though the subject matter didn't interest her, his level of ability did.

"We could use this in the yearbook if you want." she said.

She decided to temper his feelings with a reminder of the homework. After the session, she asked him if she could show Ms. Timmons his work for possible inclusion. Watching her leave, Joe felt a warm glow of accomplishment. He stood up and did a slow dance around the room.

"She took it. She took it."

"Who took?" asked a voice behind him. Embarrassed, Joe turned around to see it was Fred with a big grin on his face.

"Blonde girl? She beauty, you so lucky."

Fred went about emptying the trash. He went back to his cart and brought back an industrial sized container of hand wipes and set it down on the table.

"Towel dispenser broken. This clean better than socks."

The next day during lunch in Ms. Timmons' room Heather took out Joe's sketchbook.

"I have something we might be able to use in the yearbook." She said while leafing through it.

It looks pretty good. Who did it?" asked Rachel.

"Joe, the math tutor."

"Ewww him?"

"Nothing weird, just scenes from school." Heather answered defensively.

"It's just that... you know... it might encourage him."

"OH MY GOD don't even think it!" Heather reacted.

"Suit yourself, just warning you."

Heather shook her head a little too emphatically, then embarrassed she ended the conversation by taking a bite of her sandwich. Secretly she was puzzled at why again she was so annoyed with her friend's advice.

Wednesday yearbook meeting, Ms. Timmons was indeed interested in using Joe's work in the yearbook and thanked Heather for connecting her with Joe. As she drove home after dropping off Brad, she received a text message from Rachel.

"OMG, I warned you about this guy." Underneath was a link to a website. Heather decided to wait until she got home before checking the site. Her desktop was better protected and she didn't want to risk any crap on her phone. When she arrived home, she received another text from Rachel.

"I checked his Facebook account and found out his pseudonym is '3^rd Wolf' on some sort of fan art site. Look for 366A in his gallery. 20,000 views and 3674 likes." The text read.

Heather clicked the link and as Rachel said, it was a Science fiction/fantasy fan art site. His gallery featured clothed, semi-nude and explicit drawings of female fantasy characters, anime girls, and a few celebrities. Finally she found picture 366A. It was a nude blonde girl with blue eyes. She had sizable but not huge breasts and a slim figure. She had her hair braided and her mouth was half open with the tongue out suggestively. Her top had been pushed up to her shoulders revealing her breasts. She was pushing her breasts together and there was a dildo in her cleavage. Her legs were are apart and her pussy exposed. In the background there was a cheerleading outfit and a pair of pompoms. With the exception of the hair style, there was no doubt the picture was modelled on Heather.

Later that evening, Heather called her Uncle on skype. He noticed how upset she was and skipped the usual joke allowing her vent about what she had discovered. She sent him a link of Joe's Facebook page and the fan art site. After unloading her feelings, she ended with "Why are guys like this?"

Bill looked at her for a few seconds before he responded.

"I remember when you first asked that question back in 5^th grade."

Heather paused.

"You told me that all the boys in your school were stupid and gross."

"Oh now I remember, it was the incident on the monkey bars. I vowed never to wear a skirt to school again."

"Do you remember my answer?"

Heather rolled her eyes in annoyance as she recited "It doesn't change with age. Some are less stupid and gross in an effort to impress you."

"Good memory, you were pretty upset that day too."

"Yes they were so mean about it."

"Heather, when I was in high school, the jocks would line up in a certain corridor and make extremely crude comments to all the girls. The fat girls got it the worst of course, but it was pretty bad for all of them. This being Texas and them being football players, it was more or less tolerated."

"I know guys look at me; I can't control what they think, but isn't this just as bad as yelling it out loud in front of everyone?" Heather asked.

"The internet has become the corridor where even the meek can express their feelings." Bill sipped his tea. "Did he send it to you? Did he put your name on it?"

"He hasn't done anything."

"He probably thought he was safe because you and your friends would never visit a site like that right? It's a bit like accidently leaving out your diary and having your little brother read it."

"What should I do? My friends are bound to know about it now." She asked.

"Ask him to remove it."

"What if he refuses?"

"Worry about that later. Just try it and don't make any threats yet."

Heather sighed. "By the way you didn't answer my question, why are guys like this?"

"The great American philosopher Alfred E Newman once said the first thing a guy notices in a gal depends on if she's walking towards or away from him."

"Just answer my question!"

"Guys will always be like this and you won't be able to change them. You don't have to tolerate rudeness or harassment, just understand that that's how they are wired. Watch his reaction when you confront him. He might even apologize."

After Heather promised to play it cool and calm and just observe the results, Bill hung up.

"Hey Matt something happened that hasn't in almost two years." Bill turned around.

"What?" Matt said from the other room.

"A conversation with Heather in which Brad wasn't mentioned once."

The next day Heather decided she would confront Joe Monday. Though still angry, she was going to play it cool as Bill recommended. Her Calculus grades inched up to the B- level, so she knew she still needed help. She just didn't want to see him. A week passed and another. Joe didn't contact her. Did he know? Was he embarrassed? The picture was still up on the website, so either he didn't care or was oblivious to the problem? Heather was tired of speculation and decided to get it over with on the next Monday session. As she walked down the hallway, she thought she saw Joe peeking through the doorway. There was some music playing. "If he plans on hitting on me, I'm going straight to the threats." She said under her breath.

Fortunately there were no candies, candles or other romance inducing items in the room, so Heather relaxed a little. Joe quickly shut off the music.

"Long time no see, I thought you found a better tutor." Joe said with a slight smile.

"You are a good artist who is proud of his work."

Joe stopped smiling as if he already knew something was amiss.

"And you have every right to display your work."

Joe sagged visibly.

"You know what I'm talking about right?"

"Yes, I'll remove it before I go home. A made it a year ago, I never thought you would ever venture anywhere near that website. I thought no one knew it was of you."

Heather almost said more, but looking at Joe's face, her anger dissipated. She wasn't sure what to do next. She had expected Joe would say "LOL FAT BITCH" like she had seen so many guys do on the internet when a girl wasn't as compliant as they hoped.

"So do you still want help?" He asked.

"Sure" and she sat down.

A week later in the study of Heather's father a loud "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" was heard. Heather's stepmom came quickly into the room. Thomas was sitting there with a rapidly reddening face. On the screen was Joe's picture of Heather. It didn't take him long to track down Joe's address and his mother's two work locations. He sent her an email requesting a meeting. She agreed to meet him at lunch. They met outside the business and sat at a table under a tree.

"Look, I know you value your time, so I'll be brief." Thomas open his laptop and typed.

"Your son is a tutor at school working with my daughter." He showed Joe's mother a picture of Heather. She arched an eyebrow in mild surprise, but said nothing.

"He drew this picture of her and posted it on a porn site." He said accusingly showing the picture of Joe's work.

She looked at the picture, but again said nothing.

"She's a good girl with a clean reputation. She'll be going to college soon and we want her to get a good start in life." Thomas said.

"Is she 18 yet?" Joe's mom asked.

"Yes, but there's more. Her boyfriend is the top quarterback in the state and is being recruited by some big name schools. If they smell even the slightest whiff of a scandal, they may withdraw their offers, effectively ruining him."

"If she's 18, then it's an issue between her and Joe." She said looking at him with a poker face.

"I want you to confiscate his computer, erase all his files, take down the pictures and have him write an apology. I know you can't afford a lawyer, I can."

"Have a nice day. I think I'll eat my lunch now." And she started on her sandwich. Thomas' face reddened and he said "One week that's all you have." And he stormed off.

"All he needs is an eyepatch and a white kitty, and he's complete." She said shaking her head.

That evening Joe's mother had more energy than usual and seemed rather full of questions about Joe's school activities which made him nervous. She was actually awake after dinner adding to his discomfort. After the dishes were washed and put away, Joe attempted to retreat to his room. She put her hand on his shoulder. "Yes Joe I know. Her father gave me an earful at lunch."

"I took down the picture!" Joe pleaded.

"The internet is forever. Look, both of you are old enough to deal with this on your own." She shook her head and continued. "Her dad is full of wind and fury, but that's about all he can do."

"Sorry I caused all this trouble."

"You've been a model son. If this is the worst, then I'm not mad at all." She paused again to look at him from head to toe and shook her head again. Clothing is obviously not a top priority is it? You are a slob just like your father."

"What?"

"I'll give you $200 to buy some new clothes and another 200 after payday."

"Why?"

"She's worth it."

Meanwhile at about the same time in Heather's house, the storm had struck with full fury. Thomas was at the end of a tirade that ended with "It is disgusting porn drawn by a loser."

"It's been taken down." Heather replied.

"Someone has saved it somewhere just waiting for the chance to blackmail you." Thomas said. The argument made sense to Heather and yet she didn't want to admit it.

"I'm not running for President or Miss America so it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? What about Brad? What will it do to him...? I might also add, what will it do to your relationship?"

Heather spun around as if hit by a blow. She folded her arms and stared at the wall defiantly. Thomas knew this was his daughter's way of thinking and changed his tack. "Look we can find you an excellent tutor. I've spoken with his mother and she understands the gravity of the situation. Just stay away from him and stick close to Brad."

Heather continued to look at the wall. "Yes it'll be alright." She said at the edge of tears.

Thomas, sensing he had made his point, backed off. "When you start college, this indeed won't matter much."

"Yes. It'll be alright." She repeated.

Heather went to her room and locked the door. She booted up her desktop computer and opened her Facebook page. Her wall was covered in pictures of her and Brad, her cheerleading and yearbook. Only one or two with her family and one of her mother. She had been with Brad for two years, though it seemed longer. Heather clicked through her albums trying to remember the feelings she had when they happened. It all seemed dead and meaningless. She changed her profile picture to the most recent one of her and Brad and then almost closed the browser. She clicked on the search box and her hands hovered over the keyboard as if she were making a decision.

She then typed "Joe Stevens" and looked through the results. She looked for his face fruitlessly, until she realized the one with the large breasted anime girl was probably his. Reading the first description told her that she was correct. She first thought of sending a friend request, but stopped herself when she realized his name would then show up on her friends list for everyone to see if he accepted. Instead she sent him a message instead. Not sure of getting a quick response, she passed time by looking at his page.

He was a senior at her school living with his mother, no mention of his father at all. He loved fantasy and science fiction, roleplaying games, board games, 1980s techno bands and art. In fact he had a link to the website and an advertisement stating he would draw or paint any character or scene. Fees varied depending on the size and media chosen. There were also pictures of his friends that made her shudder. What a frightful collection of nerds and neckbeards clutching ponies, samurai swords and wearing fedoras. It was like taking the wrong freeway exit and ending up glimpsing a world that was opposite of what she held near and dear. She stood up and turned her back. "He's just a very good tutor, that's all." She said to herself.

Her computer beeped indicating the response from Joe. She quickly dashed off an answer for him to skype her in 10 minutes. She hurriedly put on a bulky sweater, put her hair up into a bun, removed her contacts and replaced them with her ugly glasses. She considered removing her make-up, but decided it wasn't worth the bother. Almost to the second, the screen alerted her that her 10 minutes were up and Joe was calling. His face showed up on screen. He had the look of someone who known her for a long time and was used to seeing her. His hair still looked like it had birds living in it, but at least he had shaved off the scraggly attempts of a beard. His t-shirt featured 5 guys wearing strangely shaped red hats.

"Hey Heather, what's up?"

She had her book ready. "Chapter 8." She replied.

"Already? Mr. Wilkerson usually skips that comes back to it at the end of the year." Joe said puzzled.

"Umm let me check my notes." Heather checked a blank paper. "Oh, my bad, it's chapter 9."

"Alright, let me find my book."

While he rummaged through his things, Heather scanned the background. His room was cramped, not by its size, but by the sheer volume of his geeky stuff. The walls and ceilings were papered posters of anime girls, superheroes and goofy looking techno bands. Joe finally came back on screen. "Ok let me find the page. Which problem?" Heather watched his face and admired his cool, casual intelligence. "Which problem?" Joe repeated. She shook herself mentally. "Joe, I know this is silly, but it really makes hard for me to concentrate. Can I make one small request?"

"Sure as long as it doesn't require disposing a body." He chuckled at his own joke.

"Could you comb your hair for me? It's a distraction."

Joe looked at her without saying anything.

"I know it's a strange suggestion, but it would really help me."

"That's a new one, but sure. Let me get some water." He disappeared from the screen, leaving Heather to feel a bit nervous. "He thinks I'm a weirdo." She told herself.

He came back with a small bowl and a cheap black comb. "You don't have gel?" she asked.

"Nope, never needed it." He answered and proceeded to push the comb through unknown territory. Heather watched with an unexplained fascination. He patted more water on the stubborn tufts and pushed the comb to its engineered limits. Heather began to feel warm and fuzzy. He began to make progress overall, but he needed Lake Tahoe to bring some of the more reluctant hairs back into line. Heather felt a feeling on her scalp and back of her neck reminiscent of arousal. Not quite sexual, but very pleasurable. "All done, is this better?" He tilted his head in an exaggerated pose. Odd as her request was, it really did improve his looks.

"Yes, you look much better. Doesn't your girlfriend mind?"

Joe looked embarrassed. "Haven't had one since 8^th grade." Heather leaned over to the screen for a closer look. "Did we know each other before?" she asked.

"You don't remember?" he asked sheepishly.

Heather suddenly cut off the connection by switching off the computer.

Joe sat there for a moment then said to himself "Well that was odd, but I'll take it." He went over to a small mirror and looked at himself. He combed his hair a little more and said "Do I have a chance?"

Heather cried as she looked at her 6^th grade yearbook. Having the same letter to start her last name placed her picture right next to his. He was so short-the second shortest guy in the class. Not good at sports. His clothes came from Sears. All of these serious deficiencies in the eyes of a 12 year old girl. In spite of all this, he still had the gall to attempt to give her a valentine in front of her homeroom class. Her reaction was terrible and swift. So much so that the teacher rebuked her. Though brutal, it had done the job as he never bothered her again. Now she vaguely remembered seeing him in the background like some movie extra throughout the years.

She got her sobs under control and tapped Joe's number on the screen. His friendly face appeared again, no worse for wear. "Yes Joe I remember now and I'm so sorry." Her eyes began to well up again. He smiled and said "It's ok, I got over it." Heather felt a little better.

"I guess you aren't interested in calculus huh?" He said.

Heather smiled and shook her head.

"If it will make things better, I have a penance for you."

She tilted her head skeptically.

"To assuage your guilt, you are hereby sentenced to talk to me and endure the rantings of a nerdy fanboy. To make it easier, you are permitted to choose the subject."

Heather laughed. "Ok. About your art. Do people actually pay for it?"

Joe reacted with mock outrage. "What? Of course! All you see in this room has been paid through art commissions."