Mean Girls of Maplewood Ch. 06

"YOU'RE LATE BOY!!" His heart nearly jumped out of his mouth until he realized his father Harry was in the open garage working on the family car.

"Uh, really sorry dad. I was taking care of a few things. Didn't mean to be late." Harry was a few inches shorter than his son and stocky. He'd begun balding at an early age and what was left was graying along with the profuse hair covering his body. He almost resembled a Neanderthal with his low brow and thick eyebrows. Humbert was his complete polar opposite and didn't take after him at all.

Harry was hard on the boy feeling that he was too weak sometimes and he secretly wondered if Humbert was even his considering that they were nothing alike.

"Those "things" you're talking about, wouldn't have to do with some pissed off football players chasing you home would it?" He was at a loss for words figuring the school must have called.

"Dad, I can explain everything. It wasn't my fault."

"Don't worry about it sport, we can hash it out later." Humbert was surprised as his father patted his head with one of his large mitt-like hands.

"Really?"

"Yeah, besides your friend already explained everything to your mother and me." His dad flashed him an uncharacteristic grin.

"Friend?!!" Humbert's blood ran cold as he suddenly bolted up the stairs and into his home.

"Well look whose home!! Go upstairs and wash up darling. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes once your friend finishes rolling the crab cakes." He looked beyond his doting mother to the horror currently in his kitchen rolling meat on a cutting board.

"WHAT-ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!" Leslie didn't miss a beat turning and flashing him a million dollar smile while placing the meat in a skillet on the kitchen stove.

"HUMBERT!! Mind your manners!! Your friend brought your books home and this is how you greet her?!!" His mother's words went in one ear and out the other as he stared across the room at Leslie believing her truly insane to have invaded his home.

"It's okay Mrs. Jenkins, Humbert just forgot about that project we're working on together for U.S. History." Leslie was in full charm mode and his parents were buying it hook, line and sinker. His father was probably just happy to get a look at the stacked cheerleader in her form fitting designer clothes which strained to contain her curves.

Humbert felt a twinge of disgust at the site of his father who was nearly drooling over his rapist while she recounted a fabricated story about how he'd saved her from the same jocks that had chased him earlier and how she was grateful enough to return his lost books. His mother had even forced him to apologize to Leslie who continued her "good girl" act.

What could he do? Tell his parents about the multiple times this woman had fucked him up the ass with a strap-on? His parents would never look at him the same way if they believed him and his father would probably chalk it up to him not being manly enough to fight off two girls.

He felt trapped.

"Shouldn't you be getting home Leslie?" He asked after dinner was finished and Leslie was even going so far as to help with the dishes.

"Humbert, watch your tone young man! What's gotten into you tonight?" His mother was starting to piss him off in her ignorance.

"Oh its okay Mrs. Jenkins, we always talk to each other like that and I really should be going after all. Humbert, can I talk to you in private for a few minutes?"

"Nope, sorry I have to uh do my homework and get ready for bed sorry." He had already started ascending the stairway up to his room when his father yelled at him in frustration.

"WATCH YOURSELF BOY!! Your mother and I taught you better than that!! Leslie you can go on up with him." Leslie smiled and flashed a quick wink at his father when his mother wasn't looking of course.

"Just for ten minutes alright? We don't want you to get the wrong idea about our household Leslie." His mother added as she shot her roguish husband an irritated look.

"It's okay Mrs. Jenkins; I'll just need five minutes." Leslie assured her.

She quickly bounded up the stairs and shoved the lanky nerd into his room causing him to slam his shoulder against the door frame. Once they were inside she took a quick glance around noticing the changes made to the room since she had last been there.

"Different, I didn't mind it the way it was before. It had this kind of quaint dorky charm to it."

"What do you want Leslie?"

"I just wanted to repay you in kind." She suddenly slapped him hard across the face rocking his head to one side.

"Tomorrow morning we are going to have a talk. You better be available asshole." Before he could even respond, she had turned on her heel and quickly exited his room.

He reached under his pillow pulling out a large kitchen knife that he'd recently begun sleeping with to ease his nerves. His heart was thumping in his chest as he worried when the next shoe would drop. He heard her exchanging more pleasantries with his parents before she left his house followed by a minor quarrel between his parents.

Moments later his father walked into his room barely giving him enough time to hide the knife back under his pillow.

"Hey son, you tapping that right?" His father's vulgarity offended his sensibilities as his father sat on the bed beside him.

"Dad please."

"Come on boy, give me something! That girl is straight off Sports Illustrated son! Just tell me if her quim is as tight as a vise." The middle aged man was grinning showing yellowed teeth from decades of smoking.

"I wouldn't know, she likes it in the ass." His father started laughing loudly and gave his son a few playful punches to the shoulder before leaving the room to hopefully get a piece from his annoyed wife.

Humbert curled up in a fetal position with his knife and finally dozed at three in the morning dreading what the following day would have to offer.

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The following morning Humbert had to be pried from bed by his mother and even though he initially claimed to be sick, he quickly found himself be chauffeured to school by his father. Along the way he had been nearly interrogated by his disingenuous parent about details of his supposed relationship with Leslie and he had given vague answers to get his prying father off his case. He was heavily annoyed as Harry launched into some of his own high school exploits and talking about how he'd never had anything as fine as Leslie finally admonishing his geeky son for treating Leslie badly.

"Don't drop the ball sport." His father had advised before driving off and Humbert found himself flipping off the Oldsmobile as it pulled off. His father had never driven him to school before and he chaffed that he was being shown so much renewed interest because of some bitch that had assaulted him.

Leslie didn't keep him waiting as he found her leaning against his locker thumbing through a comic book he recognized as his own. He noticed his locker was slightly ajar and his belongings on the inside disturbed.

"Oh you're a petty criminal too, WONDERFUL." He stopped just five feet short refusing to even look her in the eye.

"You're so funny now let's get down to business." She crooked her finger beckoning him closer. Humbert hated himself as he involuntarily closed the gap between them. He still couldn't help it as his eyes roamed over her voluptuous body. She smiled noticing his latent interest and was sure he'd go along with her intentions.

"I know we've had our differences in the past and everything, but I need a favor."

"No." His answer was so quick that he nearly cut her off before she finished her sentence.

"What? You haven't even heard what I have to say." She was startled having become used to having guys hang on her every word.

"No Leslie, that's my answer...my final answer." He turned to walk away but she grabbed his arm.

"Don't fucking walk away from me Humbert, who do you think you are douche? I thought we could be cool about this shit but I think me and you NEED to come to an understanding lover." She tried to cup his chin but he jerked his head away.

"I understand you perfectly and my fucking answer is...NO." He felt a jolt shoot across his spine as he defied her. He felt a sliver of exuberance as he watched her reaction before an even more palatable thought entered his mind.

"Hey Leslie, uh I changed my mind. How could I you know, FUCK with you huh?"

"Oh, you're going to hear me out? I'm so glad you're cool with this and I promise that I'll like totally owe you one Humbert." A wave of relief flushed over her pretty face as she managed a nervous smile. She'd be back on the cheerleading squad by the end of the week and then ... She was gonna deal with that fat dyke cunt April for fucking up her friendship.

"Suck my dick." The words just rolled off his tongue with Shakespearean flair.

"WHAT?!!"

"Suck my fuckin dick Leslie. That's the only way I'll even listen to your stupid ass." He started laughing loudly as her face froze in horror. She didn't know how to react to his indifference and started screaming loudly drawing attention to herself in the school hallway.

"Do you understand English biatch? Suck my fuckin dick." Humbert's laughing was cut short by a vicious slap across the face that nearly knocked him on his ass. He continued laughing even as he eyed the easy pronounced sway of her meaty backside.

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As she was storming away from Humbert the bell rang for first class and a wave of students rushed into the hallway crowding around her. She was flustered as a group of teens pushed against her that she considered too close for comfort.

It soon became apparent that this was by design as Leslie was poked, prodded and groped by a number of hungry hands.

"WHAT-THE-FUCK?!! KEEP YOUR FUCKING PAWS OFF OF ME ASSHOLES!!" Her outrage was met with sustained laughter as she felt one particularly large hand cup her right ass cheek and squeeze until she reached back slapping at the hand and digging her nails into it. Another hand roughly squeezed her left breast flicking the nipple and making her cry out in pain and frustration.

"STOP TOUCHING ME FAGS!! YOU'RE ALL GONNA BE FUCKING SORRY!!" She started wind milling her arms striking a number of the teens as more hands mauled her body. In the midst of it all one pair of nimble fingers had flipped the back of her blue jean skirt up exposing her bikini bottom styled panties as catcalls filled the hallway.

"We're gonna enjoy tapping that phat ass you frigid bitch." Someone whispered in her ear so close that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek.

She spun around striking a chubby kid in the face and knocking his glasses across the hall. She noticed that he had a camera phone and others with their phones out catching the moment of her big reveal for prosperity.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!" She began to sob and that was filmed as well before the boys were chased off by one of the gym teachers. The teacher comforted Leslie and escorted her to home room. Leslie was rattled and looked over her shoulder at her peers.

She noticed Humbert grinning at her. The look on his face was eerily familiar.

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Leslie sat alone in the cafeteria in her own little world. She stared down into her plastic plate of food trying to get a handle on things. She noticed a large group of guys congregating at one of the tables and they were all looking at camera phones and staring in her direction. She had no doubt that video of her wide butt was being shared amongst them.

"Hey girlfriend, I heard what happened and I'm so sorry." It was Patty fishing for information again along with her BFF Chelsea. Chelsea for her part looked completely disinterested.

"Look, I'm not in the mood right now." Leslie looked around noticing more eyes on her from all corners of the cafeteria. She noticed Brad Tucker sitting at a table with the rest of the football team and was heartened when he didn't seem interested in looking at video of her panty clad butt. She felt momentarily sorry for had happened to him in that barn during homecoming week.

"Look Leslie, we just want to help. It's hard seeing a sister out in the cold like this girlfriend." Patty tried to look earnest.

"Yeah sure, like she said." Chelsea added not seeming to care about the proceedings at all as her gaze wandered over to Brad.

"Maybe we can help you out you know? So what's this got to do with that geek Humbert?" Patty leaned against the table clutching a pink notebook to her ample bosom.

"Look little girl, you're way out of your league. Don't play with me slut." Patty did a double-take as she was solidly dismissed.

"Red's gonna FUCK-YOU-UP and you know what else? You will DESERVE EVERY BIT of IT!!" The young cheerleader's words stung as Leslie contemplated her likely fate. Patty flipped her the bird as she walked back to the cheerleader's table while Chelsea simply shrugged in her direction.

Suddenly something hard and small stuck her in the cheek and bounced onto her tray.

It was a piece of candy that she used to eat when she was smaller. It was called a Now & Later and the strawberry cube had stung her cheek producing a reddened mark.

Leslie picked up the candy and looked around the cafeteria as her peers laughed. She locked eyes with Red who raised her plastic cup in a silent toast.

What she didn't know was that Humbert had flung the offending piece of candy at her after dumping his tray.

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Leslie sat in her car outside of the library hours later watching the building. The day had been a trying one and she found herself driving over to the library as she thought of all the harassment and abuse she'd taken at school. She was determined to somehow convince Humbert to take a plastic cock up his ass for possibly the last time.

"You're gonna give me what I want one way or another." She opened her glove compartment and produced a small bottle of jack which she chugged for courage.

Leslie found the inside of the library much different than she'd remembered. The interior lighting had been changed and as she walked slowly up to the counter she noticed updated security cameras at every corner of the building. She bit her lip slightly as she recalled taking Humbert's anal virginity and the mind staggering orgasm that had nearly caused her to pass out while pegging him. It was his own fault for being stupid enough to let two girls bully him into giving up his ass and now he was acting like a dick and fucking with her. She'd have to be a little bit smarter than him. Whether he liked it or not, Humbert would be giving up some more of his sweet ass soon enough.

"Can I help you?" She found herself looking at a thin, decidedly gothic influenced girl with purple streaked hair. The girl was wearing a Nightmare before Christmas t-shirt over a black & white striped long sleeved shirt. Her face had numerous piercings.

"I-I'm looking for something?" Leslie found herself stammering.

"Yeah ain't we all sister. What can I do for you?" The clerk was irritated as Leslie attempted to look over her shoulder into the back area. There were at least two other clerks on duty and neither were Humbert.

"Uh, is Humbert Jenkins here?" She managed to finally blurt out looking as nervous as she sounded.

"Who wants to know?" The Goth girl's stand-offish attitude was getting to Leslie as the clerk flashed a disingenuous smile.

"Forget it." Leslie turned away from the counter to find Humbert pushing a cart stacked with books up to the counter. She had to catch herself as she nearly ran into his arms remembering his utter contempt for her. The lanky nerd pushed the cart safely behind the counter before he emerged from the office at the side of his co-worker.

"What's up Leslie, did you come to see my friend Dick?"

"No, I want to talk to you."

"I don't know about that baby, you should talk to Dick first." Humbert punctuated his words by draping an arm around his obviously puzzled coworker.

"You wanna play hardball with me fucker?" Leslie hissed as the Goth girl snickered.

"Language Leslie, watch that slutty mouth because there are children here." She looked around and found a few parents with their children staring at her. She silently slung her purse and walked out of the library.

She went back to her car and waited until she saw all of the patrons filing out at closing time. Humbert would emerge moments later with all of his coworkers and pile into a Volkswagen bug that belonged to his Goth associate.

Tears rolled down Leslie's cheeks as she watched the group leave work to some loud indie tunes from the cars stereo.

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Humbert sat in the bleachers the following day after school smoking a joint one of his coworkers had given him. He'd been living high after continually getting the best of Leslie the previous day, but his father just wouldn't leave him alone about her.

"Hey can I have a hit of that?" He looked up to see a vaguely familiar chubby blonde smiling at him. She had this kind of "Off Look" about her as he took in her cute round face and big expressive blue eyes. She had an excess amount of eye shadow around them that gave her what he called "Tim Burton appeal" and he also noticed her wet looking stringy blonde hair.

"Well that's a first." She commented while taking a long drag on the joint.

"What?"

"One of the few times a guy looks at my face and not my tits." She replied casually as she took another hit and passed the joint back to him.

He immediately looked down and realized that the teen was sporting a humongous pair of breasts in a shredded Hello Kitty" t-shirt. Her stark black bra was visible between the tattered material.

"I've seen big tits before. I can take em or leave 'em." He shrugged and took a last drag on the joint.

"Well call me impressed, what's your name by the way?" She took a seat uncomfortably close to him.

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Call me doubly impressed, got trust issues do we?" She smiled at him and he was uncomfortable scooting a few inches away from her.

"Yeah, well let's just say this ...Every time a pretty girl talks to me, my ASS hurts." She chuckled at his comment knowing full well what he meant as she stood to leave.

"Well, your loss friend." She quickly flashed her massive breasts at him before descending down the bleachers.

"Humbert-Humbert Jenkins." He called after her.

"Smart boy." He watched her leave the bleachers puzzled and a little turned on.

Two teens, Patty and Chelsea happened to be watching the interaction between April and Humbert.

"Hey you see that shit Chel?" Both girls were jogging around the stadium in preparation for a track meet. Red had encouraged the girls of the cheerleading squad to keep in tip-top shape.

"No!" Chelsea was becoming exasperated with her friend's constant meddling and politicking when it came to the affairs of the head cheerleader.

"Come on Chel, you didn't see that Humbert guy talking to Red's new girl-toy?"

"I don't wanna see it Patty, you need to leave that shit alone before something happens."

"You think he's got a big cock?" Her probing tone was alarming and usually was the precursor to one of Patty's hair brained schemes to rack up more popularity'

"I don't care about some dork's cock." She slowed to a stop as her thin associate grasped her arm. The girls leaned against the fence that bordered the football field facing one another and catching their breath.

"Hey girlfriend, let's take him over to the cabin." Patty grinned as her best friend looked away.