Six Times a Day Pt. 11

She looked at Sean and Peter and saw they were hopelessly fawning already, therefore confirming that they were not worth talking to or seriously contemplating. She returned her focus to Alan, whom she identified as the closest thing their group had to a leader. "Hey. What are you doing here? I can't say I've seen you at this beach before."

Heather's tone had been a bit accusatory, but Alan deliberately ignored that. "Just enjoying the rays. Same as you. Hey, say hi to my sister when you see her. I've heard the squad has had an interesting week."

Heather wasn't sure how to respond to that obvious yet carefully veiled reference to the panty painting. Was he threatening to say something about it in public? She highly doubted it, but she wasn't sure. She couldn't get a good read on him since she didn't associate with his type.

She looked at Sean with disdain and then at Peter with even more contemptuous loathing. Seeing them again renewed her desire to kick the lot of them off the beach. She said to all three with blatant derision, "Hey, shouldn't you guys be at home watching a Star Trek TV marathon or something?"

Alan smiled. "Very cute. Nah. That was last week. It's a Brady Bunch marathon this week, so we're forced to go to the beach."

Heather looked at Alan curiously. The more she talked to him, the less she understood his attitude. He took my attempt to cut them down as a friendly joke and joked back with self-deprecating good humor. Nerds don't do that. They stammer and gawk like the total losers that they are. But this guy seems more or less at ease. He even looks me in the eyes instead of staring at my chest.

Her eyes drifted down as she continued to examine him from head to toe. She noticed what seemed to be quite a large bulge in his bathing suit. Whoa! What do we have here?

She was going to tell the three of them they didn't belong at the beach in no uncertain terms, but decided instead to regroup and discuss things with Simone. She walked away with a hard, condescending look aimed in Alan's direction. At the last second, she said, "Well, next time, don't force yourself so hard." She was disappointed because that was pretty weak compared to her usual cutting jibes. But she was slightly thrown off her usual game.

Peter and Sean were blown away by the whole encounter. They sat back down on the sand as if felled by Hurricane Heather. They missed her contempt for them with the blissful obliviousness of teens in lust or love.

Alan, though, remained standing and staring at Heather, admiring the sinuous curves of her muscular back and thighs as she walked about ten feet away and then stopped. To his great surprise, he could hear every word as Heather and Simone remained there, looked out at the ocean waves, and began to talk to each other as if they were the only ones on the beach.

"Well, that was odd," Heather commented. "That Alan is one strange guy. What do you think his deal is?"

"What do you mean?" Simone asked.

"Well, he's a nerd. He reeks of it. I remember now that we only shared the occasional class 'cos he's in the gifted track. And he was always answering the teacher's questions like some kind of know it all. Serious grade A teacher's pet nerd. But he doesn't exactly act like one out here on the beach. And he certainly doesn't LOOK like one. He's practically handsome, even. Why on Earth would a handsome guy want to be a nerd?"

Simone rolled her eyes again. Since she paid more attention to the "lower life forms" than Heather did, she knew a lot more about Alan, even though she'd never spoken to him face to face. She thought, He seems like a nice guy, but it is true he fits the classic nerd stereotype. Unfortunately, he sits at one of the "nerd tables" during lunch and talks about hopelessly geeky things with his geeky friends all day long, so he can't be excused as a misunderstood smart jock or something like that. Too bad.

But she also felt some sympathy for him, so she said, "Heather, he's a very smart guy. One of the top students in the school, I hear. And he plays sports, so he's got a body. Is there anything wrong with trying to use your brain if you've got one? Personally, I think he's a nice guy so I hope you don't put him on your shit list."

Heather appeared contemplative. "Nah. He's not even enough of a somebody to merit placement on the shit list. But it's weird. And did you see his package? He's packing some serious beef! I mean, that's just wrong. It's criminal for a nerd to have a body like that. It's like a waste of resources to have a dick like that used for nothing but masturbating to doctored photos of Star Trek actresses. God, nerds are pathetic!"

Simone laughed. "'A waste of resources'? Why Heather, I never realized you were a concerned environmentalist."

Heather laughed too. Simone's sense of humor was one of the main reasons she tolerated Simone's dissents as often as she did. "Funny. Very funny. Heather Morgan, the tree hugger. But still. I wonder what it would be like to do it with a completely clueless virgin like him. That might be ... amusing."

"Heather! You're not planning on seducing him, are you? I'm shocked. That's so unlike you." Simone moved her hand, casually resting it on Heather's nearest ass cheek.

"Me? Ha! You kidding? No WAY. I mean, a nerd's a nerd. I don't care if he is packing a good eight thick inches or more, judging from that bulge of his. I'll bet he doesn't even have a clue about the basics of hygiene. And he'd be just like all the other low lifes who think they love me."

She mocked in a weak and swooning male voice, "'Heather! Oh Heather! You let me touch you! Did I tell you that I've loved you since forever? I'm sorry I shot off so soon but I'm just so excited!'" She snorted disgustedly. "Puh-lease! A guy like that isn't even worthy of doing my homework."

"So what are you thinking so intently about, then?" Simone asked. When Heather didn't respond, Simone nudged her. "C'mon, I know that look. Spill."

Alan noticed that Simone also prodded Heather by squeezing her ass cheek where her hand still lay. Despite the harsh words, his penis was as hard as it could get as fantasies of Simone and Heather naked together drifted through his head.

"I dunno. I guess I'm thinking about the whole painting thing. You know all about what he's doing with that, don't you?" Heather had kept Simone reasonably informed about the cheerleader panty painting, so she knew Simone would understand that oblique reference to it.

"I knew Katherine had a brother named Alan who was doing it, but I didn't realize he was THAT Alan. How the hell did HE get that job, anyways? Strictly by default, I'm sure. Maybe I should get someone else to do it. After all, I don't want a mere nerd touching my cheerleaders. He'll probably pass along some kind of nerd cooties or something."

Simone said while finally pulling her hand from Heather's ass, "Did you know that he actually had the gall to ask Christine Anderssen out on a date a while back? She turned him down, of course."

"Christine? You mean the ridiculous goody goody bitch 'Ice Queen Christine'? Ha! How amusing! Can you imagine those two pathetic virgins trying to have sex? They wouldn't even be able to figure out where to put it in!"

Heather and Simone walked off, laughing. They seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Alan could have easily overheard them. Heather didn't even turn back to consider whether to kick them off the beach or not. It was as if they were so unimportant that it wasn't worth the bother of taking any more time to talk to them.

Alan had overheard everything though, and what he'd heard really pissed him off. He'd thought that he'd accounted for himself pretty well when confronted by Heather. He'd mostly hidden his fear and managed to speak fairly intelligently.

But it was all for nothing because Heather still considered him lower than the dirt on the soles of her feet. He was also upset at himself because for a brief moment his hopes had soared that she might actually want to have sex with him when she'd been discussing his "package." But those hopes were quickly crushed and then some.

Now Alan understood first hand what Katherine was talking about when she'd come home from school day after day complaining about what a bitch Heather was.

The rest of his beach trip seemed anti-climatic and depressing, although, ironically, Sean and Peter were in high spirits. They were ecstatic to have been "kind of spoken to" by Heather, and recounted the encounter to each other over and over. Listening to them, Alan was left wondering what alternate universe they'd been in at the time since hardly anything they said matched up with his memories of the incident.

Neither of them had overheard Heather's later conversation with Simone, and Alan saw no need to tell them about it and burst their bubbles about her. He knew that Sean was so far gone over Heather that he would have accused Alan of lying, anyway. The two of them spent even more time talking about Heather's fantastic body and how much they wanted to "do the do" with her.

Alan had a hard time playing along with their sex talk and pretending enthusiasm. Now that he'd actually had sex, he realized that they had no idea what they were talking about. He just felt embarrassed to hear their empty boasts and juvenile prattlings.

He was particularly miffed that Heather and Simone had assumed that he was a "pathetic virgin." He wanted to prove to Heather how wrong she was and show her that he was actually starting to become a rather talented lover. But he knew the chances of that happening were next to impossible. He would have considered himself surprised if Heather ever thought to speak to him again.

CHAPTER 4

The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully for Alan. He did have one more brief sexual encounter, however.

Shortly after dinner on Saturday night, Amy came over. The whole Plummer family, even Ron, sat in the living room watching TV.

Amy sat in an easy chair right next to Alan. While the others were engaged in an interesting program, she leaned over towards him and said, "Alan, I'm worried about a big test coming up on Monday. Not only that, but I think I have bad breath. Can you help me out? I think you know what I'd like." Then she winked and opened her mouth really wide.

Alan thought back and recalled that he and Katherine had told Amy that putting Alan's penis in one's mouth boosted test scores, cured bad breath, and much more. Since he'd convinced her yesterday that she was allowed to touch penises, she was eager to try out their promised remedies.

She continued to sit there with her mouth gaping open and her eyes closed, as if she expected him to put his penis in her mouth right there and then. Even worse, she'd taken off a top she had on earlier, and now wore nothing but a very revealing, very low-cut dress plus pantyhose. One hand clutched at her chest and the other seemed to look for her pussy but was at least temporarily stymied by the dress.

Alan looked around and noticed that Susan and Ron hadn't looked Amy's way yet. Even though technically she hadn't done anything wrong, to sit with one's mouth gaping wide and all but fondle one's self was bound to lead to questions if someone else noticed her.

Alan thought quickly. "Um, yeah Amy, but can it wait a bit?" He snapped his fingers, which caused her to open her eyes. He waved his hand and tried to indicate he wanted her to close her mouth with hand gestures and mimed with his mouth what he wanted her to do.

But she just smiled playfully. She asked to the others, "Susan and Ron, aren't you going out soon?"

Ron replied without turning his head, "Yeah, we'll be leaving as soon as this show is over. That's so nice you kids are working on your homework together."

Alan scanned the room. He was grateful that the show was on and not a commercial, or certainly Ron would be more inclined to look over while talking. It was like Amy wanted to get caught. He noticed that Katherine smiled, too, and she raised a curious and knowing eyebrow at him.

Amy answered, "Alan is great. I can't wait to taste-"

Alan interrupted, "Hold on! Let's go back to my room. I don't like this show and I'll help you right now."

The three teenagers retired to Alan's room.

As soon as the door to his room closed, Alan berated Amy. "Never talk about anything having to do with body parts in front of Ron! I thought you knew that!"

"Gosh. I'm sorry! I was just having a little fun. I was just so excited to get your penis treatment. Or treatments." She giggled.

Alan looked at her crossly.

She added more seriously, "I'm really sorry. It's just that it seems like everyone else is having so much fun and I'm missing out."

Alan felt a lot of sympathy for that. I am kind of treating her like an extra piece of furniture. Kind of toying with her, too, and messing with her mind. It's not very nice. But it's just so hard to resist. When you've got a big-titted, sexy, and sweet next door neighbor, and you tell her to take her clothes off and put your dick in her mouth and she just says, "M'kay!" who can say no to that?!

Katherine said to her brother, "Can I speak to you for a second, alone?"

So Amy waited outside his door. Katherine spoke in a quiet voice. "Given all the lies we told her, Amy is going to want to suck you off every day now. But that's not fair! I'm not allowed to do anything with you at home, and she's gonna get all that? I have enough competition as it is. Can't you keep it cool with her for a while? You already promised me you would. Anyways, it would be prudent to wait with her at least until Ron leaves, given the close call you just had in the living room. Not to mention what she did even in front of Eric last night!"

Alan agreed. He thought, My first priority is to my sister and keeping her happy. I'll make it up to Amy later. He brought Amy back in and told her to wait for any penis related "help" until after Ron left town.

Katherine then took Amy to the bathroom for another mutual pussy shaving. The two girls could be in there together easily enough behind locked doors - Susan and Ron would just think they were doing "girlish" beauty stuff. But it would be too dangerous for Alan to take part.

Alan left a short time afterwards to see a movie with his friends. It was a remarkably social day for him compared to recent days. He felt like he had to make some more effort in that direction.

CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Oct. 27)

Alan found himself home alone and bored on Sunday afternoon. By his recent standards, Saturday had been very sexually tame: his mother dropped her towel, and Amy wore a sexy dress and briefly teased him. He'd had to take care of all six of his orgasms by himself. Then he had to go to church with the rest of the family on Sunday morning. His mood of feeling sexually overwhelmed was long gone. He was especially frustrated not to have help from Suzanne, and was also raring to fuck his sister some more.

Alan's great hope was that Suzanne would come forward for him and make the weekend a little bit more interesting. I've seen so little of her lately. And when I have seen her, it's been sooo intense. So good. I've noticed lately that she'd hasn't been around the house much just to hang out, so opportunities to play around don't come up that easily. I'm pretty convinced that Aunt Suzy secretly, or maybe not so secretly, hates my father. I take it she blames him for problems in my mom's life, like her general lack of love and a romantic life.

With his mother and Suzanne at a party, Ron meeting with business colleagues in some combination of work and pleasure, and Katherine at the mall with Amy, Alan felt he wouldn't be disturbed back in his room. So he decided to watch one of those porn films his mother had bought him in what already seemed ages ago. He originally thought he would watch them all the time, but in fact, had only seen a couple. So far, his fantasies and real-life experiences were infinitely more mentally stimulating than actors who badly acted their way through a porn film. But he wanted to force himself to do something different.

He drew the drapes, which made his room dark as a dungeon, put one of the tapes in his new video player, and began to watch. He sat naked in his chair and languidly stroked his penis at the passable action on the screen, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Hi Sweetie, it's me, your Aunt Suzy. Can I come in?"

"Um, just a sec. I'm naked." Alan was excited just to hear the sound of Suzanne's naturally very sultry and scratchy voice.

She pushed the door open. "And that's a problem? Don't bother getting dressed for lil' ol' me," she said with a Southern drawl as she boldly walked into his room.

"Suzanne. Hey!" Alan said as he swiveled his chair around towards her. Then he looked up at her, and then did a double take in disbelief that such a gorgeous woman could exist, much less walk into his room.

"Jesus, Suzanne, you look amazing today!" he exclaimed.

She was dressed in some variant of biker gear, an extremely unusual look compared to her usual sophisticated tastes. The black look contrasted dramatically and effectively with her pale alabaster skin and dark reddish brown hair. Her tight black leather shorts were dramatically unbuttoned. Her black top had a wonder-bra type feature that pushed her firm and high breasts even farther forward than usual. On Suzanne, a bra like that was about as necessary as giving billionaire Bill Gates more money.

After he gawked at her a bit more he said, "I'm sooo glad to see you."

She reached down and placed her hands on his penis, which was already doing its best to reach out towards her. "Really? I never would have noticed, except for when this thing nearly poked me in the eye from across the room. Damn, you're hard!" She automatically began to stroke his penis, as if this was how she greeted people, instead of with a handshake.

Thinking quickly, he responded, "Your tits nearly poked ME in the eye from across the room."

She laughed.

Alan was delighted with the situation. I've been having a lot of amazing experiences with some totally beautiful women lately, but none of them are as beautiful as Suzanne! Except for my mom, but she must not be home right now or I doubt Suzanne would come in here.

I've been without Suzanne's experienced touch far too often lately! It's like some kind of famous supermodel stepped out of a pin-up poster and materialized in the flesh in my room. How dense was I for thinking of Suzanne as merely an attractive, fairly typical mother instead of the total knockout bombshell sex goddess she really is! And she's so talented with her fingers. Shit! She's gonna make me cum too soon.

He groaned with delight, mostly over what her hands were doing. "Aunt Suzy, I know my mom is well-known for looking so young, but there is no way in hell you're thirty-nine years old. Wow. You look stunning. I gather we're safe for a while?"

"Let me answer that with some nonverbal communication." She pulled her top off which caused her boobs to explode outwards as her top fell to the floor. She pulled off her shorts, but to Alan's surprise she had a black thong on underneath. Then she dropped on all fours as if she worshipped his prick.

"I take it that's a yes?" said Alan with dry wit. He surprised himself that he could not only speak in the face of such beauty, but actually say something droll.

"I wish I could tell you, Sweetie, but my mouth is too full of your cock to talk. Or at least, it's about to be." With a big smile she bent forward and began to suck.

Alan reached out and tried to grope her boobs, but she pushed his hands away. That surprised him, but before long he was having too much fun enjoying her tongue and lips to care.