This Is Our Story Ch. 06

"So can you give me a ride to school, Goner?"

Conner looked between his mother, who was putting the finishing touches on their breakfast, and Angelica, sipping her coffee across from him. He replied in a low voice, hoping his mom was more focused on the oldie rock station she always listened to in the mornings. "So... you're going to go back?"

Angelica shrugged. "Sure. Like, what's the alternative? I can't go back to my normal school, and my dad would freak if I ditched what he thinks is my new school. Besides, I already did all this shit once, so why not just boost my GPA and take it easy?"

"Oh. You're not... mad?"

"Mad? At who? Some bizarro portal in the universe that warped me to another reality? Nah. I did all right in high school, and I'll do better this time around. Besides, not like there aren't fringe benefits here and there, if you know what to look for."

Something subtle in her tone made him cognizant of the way she looked today. He was so used to seeing low-key Angelica, home from school and lounging around the house, that he forgot how well she cleaned up. A fashionable dark floral dress that was snug across the chest and then hung straight down to mid-thigh, makeup to the nines, hair straightened, jewelry. Her stepbrother so seldom noticed her appearance, he'd nearly forgot how good she could look."Got your eye on someone, do ya? Aren't you worried about jailbait?"

Her voice dropped still lower. "Really? After your little date last night, you wanna lecture me on what I tap?" She grinned at the sight of his crimson façade. "Anyway, are you gonna give me a ride or what? I don't have a parking pass, and what's the point in spending forty bucks on one if I can bum off you?"

"Uh, that could actually be a problem. See, I give Owen a ride."

She frowned. "Oh yeah. Eh, I can behave myself if he can."

"Then... sure, I can give you a ride." Conner could almost hear his friend's voice echoing,I'll ride you any time, Ang. Lord, he hoped the guy could behave himself for a fifteen minute car ride. He didn't have much hope.

Except when Owen hopped in the backseat a short while later, the only thing he said was, "Oh, we're taking you today? Cool. You look really nice, by the way."

"Thank you, Owen," she answered.

That was it. That exchange was very nearly as strange by virtue of its banality as everything else this week had been by its bizarreness. The whole drive was silent save for the radio. When they got to school, Angelica parted ways with them, though only after Owen wished her a good day, and she wished the same to him.

"OK, so what the hell is going on," Conner demanded of his friend once his sister was out of earshot.

"What are you talking about, man?"

"I'm talking about the first civil exchange I've ever seen between the two of you."

"Eh. I figured after how she flipped on me the other day, I'd better just play it cool. Damn, man, I'm notthat immature."

"Since when?"

Owen laughed. "Say, speaking of grown-up behavior, how'd your date with Hottie go last night?" Conner's broad grin gave it all away. "That good? How many bases you round?"

"I... look, you wouldn't believe it all if I told you. She's so into me, she'll just... I'm not exaggerating when I say she'd do anything for me."

"Oh bullshit. Man, one little blowjob and suddenly you think you're big pimpin'."

"Her words, not mine. I tried to come up with something she wouldn't do, and if she has limits, we didn't find them."

"Wait, you mean you didn't find them, as in you got all kind of wild? Or you didn't find them, as in shesaid she'd get all kind of wild?" Owen asked. "Talk is cheap."

"Well..."

"Ha! I knew it! Sure, shesays she'll do this and that, but just you wait. You make the ask, and suddenly she'll be too shy, too nervous, too much of a good girl and good girls don't dothat..."

"Let's see, shall we?" Conner cut in, fishing his phone out of his pocket. He brought up Hailey's text history, then typed out a message.

I need a blowjob from my slut. Know someplace private we can meet during first period?

Owen's expression shifted. "Well then. You don't mince words, do you."

Conner just watched for a reply, and quickly received one.Meet me in the auditorium. Your slut can't wait.

"Daaamn, son. All right, so maybe I was wrong. Happy?"

"I'm gonna be soon," he said, texting back Hailey to confirm.

"Eighteen years old and ditching your first class - how's that feel?"

"Well, since I'm doing it to get head from one of the hottest girls in school, it feels pretty darn good."

"You're my inspiration, dude, seriously. All right, well you two kids have fun, plaster that bitch's face vicariously for me."

Conner was seething when he strode into the auditorium. Hailey, sitting in the front row, waved him down excitedly, but her smile faded when she caught sight of him.

"Nothing," he said testily.

"You're sure? You look upset. Did I do something wrong?"

"It's OK. I just ran into somebody who gave me a hard time."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

Conner did not want to talk about it, since the somebody in question had been Hayleigh McKnight. The encounter hadn't really been an encounter at all; he'd simply walked by her and her boyfriend Jayce Deacons. Not so much walked by, actually, as Jayce veered out of his way to shoulder check Conner. The guy had almost half a foot and fifty pounds on Conner, who had been knocked to the floor with ease. Hayleigh had just laughed. "Watch where you're walking, dork," she'd said with a sneer as they walked away laughing.

Conner had never had much of a problem with her prior the other day; he was realizing now that this was due much more to limited contact than her kindhearted disposition.

"It's OK. I have you now. That's all I wanted. Though I gotta say, the auditorium isn't exactly as private as I was hoping. Anyone could walk in here at any moment."

"I know. Come with me."

Conner followed closely behind Hailey for what turned out to be a very short journey. She lead him down into the orchestra pit at the foot of the stage, and from there, opened a wide door into an area beneath the stage. It was filled with rows up rows of chairs hanging on long, wheeled racks, though there was enough room to go between them, which Hailey did. It was pitch black down there, but she had her phone at the ready with its flashlight on to guide them. It wasn't even high enough to stand upright. To his surprise, once they passed the chairs, there was a mat spread out on the cement floor, not unlike the ones they used in gym class. Nearby was a neatly folded blanket and a pair of pillows.

"Hailey... what is this place?"

She spread out the blanket on the mat, then invited Conner to sit beside her. "I did set crew for the drama department freshman year... I guess I thought I would meet people, make friends." The awkward pause told Conner that she had not. "They use this place for storage. I would use it for a place to kind of hide out and just relax when I wanted to be alone. I still do sometimes."

Conner smiled. "It's... kinda nice, actually. A little toasty, though, but a small price to pay to be alone with you."

"Yeah, I think the school's boiler is right underneath it, or nearby anyway. Gets to be a little much sometimes. Of course, you can always..."

Hailey started by removing her top, and didn't stop stripping until she was completely naked. It didn't take long; like last night, she had on neither bra nor panties. "Much better."

Conner joined her in nakedness. It didn't actually help much with the temperature, but it suited his agenda just fine. "So it is."

Hailey didn't need any further prompting; the availability of his cock was enough to get her mouth wrapped snugly around it. Conner just laid back, propping his head up with the pillow, and tried to forget Hayleigh and Jayce's bullying. The way she'd laughed at him. The way she'd attacked him after school the other day. The way for years, that musclebound jerk had lived the charmed life of the rich star jock while Conner was left to scrape up what little respect his talents could net him. Jayce, getting to fuck Hayleigh McKnight whenever he wanted. Her, getting tobe Hayleigh McKnight, with all the fussing and fawning and flattery and favors and...

"FUCK!" Conner yelled. Somewhere not far off, a sophomore in the hall outside the auditorium looked around, trying to figure out where the phantom obscenity had originated. What she couldn't hear as she walked away was the pitiful gurgles of Hailey gagging around Conner's red, swollen prick as he held her lips down against the base of his shaft. As she walked on to first period, she missed the heaving gasp as he realized what he was doing and let go.

"What did I do wrong?" Hailey pulled up, sweeping her auburn shampoo-commercial hair aside and looking at him with a heart-rending apology for what had been an immensely enthusiastic blowjob. Tears were rolling down her face from the discomfort.

"Nothing, Hailey, you were doing great. I'm just stressed. I'm sorry." He grabbed his shirt and dabbed at her cheeks. "Are you OK? I didn't mean to."

"Did you like it?" Hailey interrupted. "I know that, like, that's supposed to be something boys like. Deep throating? I think that's what you call it."

"Oh, Hailey, I didn't..."

"I know you didn't mean to," she rushed on. "But if you did, I could do it some more. I want to get really good at that, and you know what they say. Practice makes perfect and all. So I could practice. If you want."

Her persistent stroking of his moistened cock made it impossible to lose his erection. "That's really sweet. Really. I just bumped into a couple jerks in the hallway on my way into school, and it got to me. I didn't mean to take it out on you."

Hailey just smiled at him, only pulling her mouth back off his cock when he finished talking. "What? I didn't mind at all. Can... can I ask who it was? The jerks."

He sighed at the memory of it, and at the feel of her tongue caressing his shaft. "Jayce Deacons and Hayleigh McKnight." It felt strange, saying the name to her face, but the eyes registering nothing.

Hailey just gave him a sympathetic face. "Yeah. She's the worst."

"You guys don't get along? I wouldn't have thought you had much interaction."

Hailey paused. "Because she's Miss Popular and I'm not?"

Conner froze. That was exactly what he'd meant. He couldn't say that to the woman nursing his cock though, so he thought lightning quick. "What? Of course not. Because she's a total bitch and you... well, you're probably the nicest girl I've ever met."

In an instant, her face transformed. What had been a distracted, albeit friendly, blowjob became nothing short of her mouth making love to his cock. She threw herself into it, moaning in her own urgency to - he supposed - repay his compliment. As he flopped onto his back on the soft blanket, he could feel her pussy begin to grind on his lower leg as she feverishly fellated him. He usually tried to hold back a little to prolong the fun, but the way she was going after him, he didn't last two minutes. Hailey swallowed down every spurt, literally sucking at the end of his cock as if greedy for a few more drops.

"Can you..." She had to pause to catch her breath, but only barely managed. "Can you go again? I want to try something."

"Try something? Like... what?" Even with his mind blown from an orgasm, he was paranoid about anything involving his penis.

"Just trust me, OK? I think you'll like it. And if you don't, I won't ever do it again. Now just close your eyes."

Reluctantly, Conner complied. "I miss looking at you already, you know."

He heard a pleased giggle, but it cut short. "Quiet you. Now keep 'em closed, and..."

There it was again, that sensation no man ever had or could get tired of. A warm, wet, smooth mouth and a tongue as much and more so, all of it enveloping his manhood with gentle firmness. The pure relaxation of her work, the heat from the boiler, the fact that it had been less than an hour since he'd been torn from his bed... From as tense and angry as he'd been in weeks to barely able to stay awake, even as his hard-on returned.

Until Hailey spoke.

"Still closed?"

"Mmhm."

She gently took his hands and placed one on each side of her heads, rubbing them until he'd taken a loose grip in her hair. "Now I want you to imagine this was Hayleigh McKnight, that instead of me, you had that bitch down here sucking your dick, and I want you to just fuck the shit out of her bitch face. Just like a minute ago, but this time... don't stop."

Conner's eyes opened. There was Hayleigh's face, grinning mischievously but not able to conceal her fear he'd reject her proposal. When he'd seen the real Hayleigh, the one who now walked around in Hailey's doughy skin, she'd looked at him with disdain that her naturally timid face barely had seemed able to display. It wasn't her. Somehow, it was almost if his brain had seen that condescending smirk in her true face, the one she'd been born to. Heard her mockery in her true voice.

"I... I don't know, Hailey..."

Hailey's - Hayleigh's? - face suddenly twisted into a sneer, but the next moment she turned over her phone's flashlight, plunging the crawlspace into darkness. "What's wrong, loser? Don't have the balls to go for it? Maybe Jayce was right when he said you're half the man he is."

Conner's muscles - which might hold half the power of Jayce's only if the athlete was under the weather - tensed again. Bizarrely, he could even tell Hailey was altering her voice. Prior to their body exchange, she'd had a bit of a scratchy voice, deeper than average, while Hayleigh's was decidedly high-pitched and a tad nasal. The kind of voice people would find annoyingly chipper in a less attractive girl.

He tried to make sense of it. In Hayleigh's body, Hailey was imitating Hayleigh using Hayleigh's own voice to role play Hayleigh giving him a coerced blowjob because Hailey wanted to help him relieve the stress from Hayleigh's bullying, which had only happened because Hayleigh had found out about him trying to edit Hailey back into Hailey.

It was to be the most meta moment in his entire life. Perhaps in the history of the world.

"Shut up and blow me, Hayleigh." Conner pulled her head back down, and as she'd put it, fucked the shit out of her bitch face. Before long, he fumbled around until his fingers located her phone and flipped it back over. She tried to protest.

"You're not supposed to see me, Con-!"

He pushed her back down firmly. "I'm not supposed to hear you, Hayleigh. Now get back to work or I'll tell Jayce just how much of a gutterslut he's been fucking."

As first period proceeded, Conner was not gentle with her; however, every chance she got, Hailey spurred him on to keep going.

"Tell me again what a bitch I am."

"I deserve to have my stupid mouth silenced with cocks, don't I."

"Of the dozens of dicks I've sucked this year, this is by far my favorite."

"Why did I waste my time on morons like Jayce when I could be sucking ymmmf!"

She was like a wind-up toy. Impale her on his cock and get her mouth primed, then give her a breather so she can say something whorish and self-effacing. Or, well, kind of self-effacing, considering the face. He kept giving her more and more breaks just to see what she'd say next. When she finally blurted, "face fuck the bitch outta me!" Conner couldn't help but laugh, and even he didn't know if it was spitefully at Hayleigh or at Hailey's inadvertent hilarity.

Either way, he made sure to pull her off his cock and unload as much cum as he could right in her bitch face.

"Man, what did McKnight ever do to you?" he asked her after, the two of them lying side by side on their backs, staring at the underside of the stage a few feet above them.

"How do you mean?"

"I couldn't help but notice you seem to bear her an especial dislike. Or you're just an incredible actress."

"Oh. You saw that." She sighed. "It's nothing."

"Come on, talk to me."

"It's not her. Not exactly. It's just..." She rolled to face him. "Did you know people call us Hefty and Hottie?" Conner's awkward delay was answer enough for her. "Yeah. It's just crummy sharing a name with the hottest girl in school."

"She's not the hottest girl in school. If anything-"

"Please don't say I am. You don't have to keep pretending, you know. I know what I look like."

"Pretending? Have you seen how wild you make me? Do I seem like I'm pretending?"

Hailey allowed herself a smile at that, a softer shade of when he'd praised her earlier, but still radiant. "Meet me here again at lunch?"

It turned out that ditching class had surprisingly few consequences. The editor-in-chief had always assumed it was the sort of thing that was instantly detected when attendance was taken and immediately garnered a detention. Instead, a friend in his first period had told the teacher, honestly, that he'd seen Conner in the halls and was probably just running late, so she'd just marked him tardy and that was that. It was the closest to getting in trouble he'd ever come, and if his teacher knew the half of what he'd been doing, he'd have been lucky to get a mere detention.

The lunchtime rendezvous was nearly as wild as first period. Citing how much he'd obviously enjoyed himself (and thereby she'd enjoyed herself), Hailey picked up with the bizarre little roleplay where they'd left off. This time they tried doggy style, each of them their first time, and she treated him to a steady litany of "fuck me like a bitch" variants right up until the bell rang to dismiss them to their next class. Conner left their private nook first, in case anyone had come in; he pinched her butt goodbye and apologized if he'd smacked it too hard. She insisted she'd never had better sex with a shy giggle. Then it was off to government to pretend it was normal that Angelica was sitting two rows down from him.

However, "doin' her from behind," as Owen called it, wasn't his only sexual first that day. After Hailey sent him a picture of what she claimed was his handprint on her bare ass from the girl's room (Conner saw only a reddish splotch), she asked him to make it up to her with a dick pic. He actually wound up getting his second tardy of the day as a result; even with his teenage libido, getting it up after so much sexual activity, and in the boy's bathroom no less, took time.

Luckily, last period was yearbook. Now that the tutorial was behind them, today would just be a work day. Most of the staff would be busy transferring their spreads in the old system over to TIOS. The hall was quiet and empty as he made his way in, a fabricated excuse at the ready. As he approached the open door, however, he heard a discussion that paused him just outside.

"... had to explain to Jayce who Conner was so he knew who to be pissed at," said a voice clearly recognizable as Jordan's. He was snickering even while he talked.

"I heard he was gonna kick his ass after school," Marissa followed. "I tried to tell him it was nothing to be that pissed about, but when Hayleigh has it in for somebody... let's just say Jayce knows where his bread is buttered."

"That's a really gross metaphor," said someone. Don, Conner thought.

"Grow up, Don." Yep, Don.

"Is he really going to?" said a voice he recognized effortlessly. Heather. All the sex in the world couldn't prevent his heart from beating a little faster at that sound. "We don't even know if he was doing anything creepy."

Conner smiled to hear her put in a good word for him, even half-heartedly.

Several voices spoke over each other, some of them insisting Conner was nursing some big gross crush on Hayleigh (and Marissa suggesting maybe Hailey instead); others were saying this was the least scandalous scandal they'd ever heard of, and that they could care less.