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"Sugar and Spice And Everything Nice"
(closed, but feel free to read along)
(OOC: If this looks familiar, it's because this is a second attempt with a new writer.)
Under a beautiful and warm September sun, the Quad of Harrison High was quickly filling as the student body flooded it for lunch period. Within two minutes, there wasn't a seat left to be had. That is, except at the table that was referred to by many as Heaven. It sat in the corner of the Quad, away from the hustle and bustle of the pathways and vending machines yet still in full view of the rest of the Quad's occupants.
The table was the largest on the Quad, capable of seating 10 students down each side at one more at each of its ends. It was seldom at more than half capacity, though, which was intentional. This time of the day, Heaven was partially in the warm light of the sun and partially in the shade of a huge elm. The extra seating gave its regular residents a choice of basking in the sun or staying cool in the shade without having to crowd together.
And who were these regular residents? A slight hush fell upon the Quad as the members of Harrison High's eight-times State Championship Dance Team paraded into view from all directions, slowly coming together in pairs, then small groups, then one mass heading for Heaven.
It wasn't the whole Dance Team, of course, oh no. The Team -- with a capital "T" -- was comprised of 46 girls in all, mostly upper classmen including some very skilled sophomore and freshmen dancers as well. No, the young women heading for Heaven were the Elite, with a capital "E"! They were 14 girls, all seniors or juniors who had been members of the Team since Freshman year.
And while dancing was their forte and was what gave them their celebrity status at Harrison High, it also had to be noted that they were the most beautiful, most sexy, and most erotic girls on the campus as well.
Elise Withers currently ran the Team, even though she was just one of two Co-Captains. She took her seat at the head of the table and allowed the others to converse about this and that for a few minutes before calling for their attention. The Team had been practicing continuously over summer break, and the girls of the Team and of the Elites specifically had had many opportunities to talk to one another.
But this, the first day of school -- with the Elites surrounded by the rest of Harrison High's 2000+ member student body -- was the first day that they would discuss The Game.
Each new Fall, the Team's Elites participated in a sex game. The Game changed from year to year, with a different goal being chosen by the Team's current Captain. One year, each of the girls had had to blow a football player from Harrison High's arch rival in the parking lot after a home game. Another year, after a Team member who worked in the school office hacked the school's email accounts, each of them -- wearing a mask to hide their identity -- had had to masturbate on Skype before a member of Harrison High's faculty.
Elise's game last year was one of the most interesting. The girls had had to get two male members of Harrison High's Academic Teams -- the Chess Team, the Physics Team, etc. -- into a ménage à trois. That part had been a gimme, of course. What two geeks -- who likely had never seen a bare breast, let alone put their cock into a beautiful Dance Team member -- would turn down a threesome with one of Harrison's hottest girls, right? No, the hard part had been for the dancer to get at least one of the boys to beat off the other as a prerequisite to having sex with her. And as improbably as that may have sounded, more than half of the Elites who tried succeeded!
The Elites stared in Elise's direction, some eager to get started in the new game no matter what ever it turned out to be while others were very apprehensive about the Elite's choice of fun this year. Elise studied the anxious faces turned her way, her lips widening in a knowing smirk as she said, "Girls..."
She said nothing more than that introductory word. It wasn't an introductory word, however, as in Girls, the game this year is... No, instead, it was this year's game. She repeated, "Girls. Each of you is going to have a full blown sexual encouner with another girl from the school."
Eyes began to widen on many of the faces. The Elites had no secrets, particularly ones of a sexual nature. And while the Dance team did include some members who were openly or quietly gay or bisexual, there weren't any current members of the Elites who were. This fact, that the girls surrounding her preferred cocks to pussies, was exactly the reason Elise had chosen this Game this time around.
"No Katy Perry I Kissed a Girl shit. Real sex." She pulled out a sheet of paper and unfolded it before the others, she continued, using a reference that caused some of the girls to wince and some of the others to simply think to themselves That's Elise. "No pussy eaters. I spent the last couple of weeks coming up with a list of approved heterosexual students. If a girl isn't on this list, she can't be a target."
One of the girls argued, "You can't possibly know the sexual orientation of every--"
"I'm sure that there are mistakes," Elise cut her off, "and I'm sure that there are omissions, too. But I worked with a half dozen pussy eaters to develop this list. Unless you have information to add,it stands as is, mistakes or not."
Several of the girls crowded in closer, trying to get a look at the list.
"Proof?" one of the dancers asked.
Elise's lips widened in an evil smirk. "Raw, naked sex ... in a bed ... on camera."
By the time Elise had finished that last line, the table was in a total uproar. Some of the girls were laughing in shock, others were making inappropriate jokes, and still more -- as Elise had expected -- were arguing for her to find a different game.
"Short of a vote," she said firmly, "this is the game."
There was only one way to nix a Captain's choice of game: a unanimous vote to override the chosen Game. In the decade and a half history of the Game, there'd only been one override vote, and that had been against a Game that was incestuous in nature. Many of the girls likely had had cousins and brothers and fathers they'd often fantasized about fucking. There may have even been a few who had fucked those men from their family.
But none of the Elites were going to admit to such acts or pursue them as part of a teen age game. Hell no! Ironically, it came out later that the Captain of that time had been involved in an ongoing thing with her brother and she'd simply been trying to stack the deck in her favor. She'd been immediately tossed off the Team, of course, not for the incest but for cheating at the Game, which had been more important, of course.
Elise looked about the table at the now still faces and asked, "Are we voting to kill this with a--?"
"No," a firm voice answered.
All eyes turned to the beautiful redhead at the opposite end of the table, Alice Green. Although the second Co-Captain of Harrison High's Dance Team, Alice hadn't had the time nor interest in managing the team and had, therefore, left such things totally in Elise's hands. Even so, Alice was now and always had been the most respected of the Team's current members and, likely, the most famous female student to ever come out of Harrison High.
She'd been a member of a succession of dance and cheer teams in and around the city of Harrison since she was a toddler. She'd begun winning national competitions at age 6 and now had a bedroom full of trophies, plaques, and ribbons. She'd been a backup or featured dancer in a handful of less sexual music videos, both on cable and online. And now, as a senior, she had full ride Cheer Squad scholarships awaiting her from six different colleges, as well as job offers from the squads of eight different professional sports teams.
Alice had been stunningly successful at everything she'd ever tried. And she tried everything that had ever interested her. And that interest had almost always been driven by challenge. The greater the challenge, the more interest, the more need to succeed.
Lesbian sex had never been of interest to Alice. No challenge: she was beautiful and erotic and, despite being straight, lesbians were often trying to get her to play for the other team. But attempting to seduce a straight woman...? Now, that could be a challenge. It was the only reason Alice wasn't even considering this.
"Gimme a target," she demanded of Elise, standing to make her way toward the other end of the table. "Let's get started."
Elise's smile broadened and was followed by a pleased laugh. She pulled out the list of names again and said, "Pick a number."
"Eighteen," Alice said, picking her age for luck. When she got to the end of the table, Elise pointed a finger to the eighteenth name on the list and looked up to see her friend's expression. Alice smiled and, with a very suggestive lick of her lips said, "I can already taste her."
(OOC: The pose in the pic doesn't actually happen. It's just the sexiest picture I have of this particular woman.)
In the girl's locker room Friday afternoon after a light work out, Alice stripped off her sneakers and gym shorts, then waited for her target to come in off the basketball floor. She waited until, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl glance her direction, then shed her exercise jacket and her tight fitting top, leaving herself in nothing more than her lacy black panties and bra.
Gay or straight, male or female, it was difficult not to be entranced by Alice Green's figure. Her 5'8" frame which measured at 36D-24-34 was flawless in every way. Despite this obvious perfection, Alice didn't often flash her form to others as she was about to here in the locker room. Alice didn't particularly enjoy being ogled by others, male or female. On the dance floor she flashed her share of exposed skin and made all the right suggestive moves to make men -- and sometimes women -- want to rush home to their lovers, their vibrators, or their bottles of lotion. But that was just part of the art: it wasn't who Alice Green was deep in her heart.
Alice looked to the girl, causing her to glance away quickly. After a moment, she grabbed her bottles of shampoo and body soap -- then, rethinking, put the body soap back in her locker. She made her way slowly down to the other girl who -- luckily -- was the last one in the locker room with Alice. She stuck her hand out, offering with a broad smile, "Hi. I'm Alice. Alice Green."
She didn't have to introduce herself, of course. Everyone at Harrison knew who she was. But Alice liked to play the humble role with people she was just meeting. Of course, Alice knew who this girl was, too. They'd gone to school with one another since first grade. But Alice didn't know the girl. They'd never been in the same cliques, clubs, or sports programs. And -- to be honest -- Alice couldn't recall having ever had a conversation with the girl that would have been longer than Hey, can you throw me that ball? or Can you hold that door for me please?
It wasn't that Alice was stuck up or anything. Harrison High was just big. There were almost 2,000 students here, some of whom Alice had had a dozen classes with and yet never spoken to. She couldn't remember specifically why she knew this particular girl above the rest, but she did. And she would know her better in the days to come, too. Much better if she played her cards right.
She nodded toward the bottles on the top shelf of the girl's locker and asked, "Would you mind if I used your bottle of body soap. I ran out."
That wasn't true of course. Alice had just had her own bottle in her hand. But she was looking for a way to ensure that the two of them were at adjacent shower heads, and this seemed like the best way to accomplish that.
(closed, but feel free to read along)
(OOC: If this looks familiar, it's because this is a second attempt with a new writer.)
Under a beautiful and warm September sun, the Quad of Harrison High was quickly filling as the student body flooded it for lunch period. Within two minutes, there wasn't a seat left to be had. That is, except at the table that was referred to by many as Heaven. It sat in the corner of the Quad, away from the hustle and bustle of the pathways and vending machines yet still in full view of the rest of the Quad's occupants.
The table was the largest on the Quad, capable of seating 10 students down each side at one more at each of its ends. It was seldom at more than half capacity, though, which was intentional. This time of the day, Heaven was partially in the warm light of the sun and partially in the shade of a huge elm. The extra seating gave its regular residents a choice of basking in the sun or staying cool in the shade without having to crowd together.
And who were these regular residents? A slight hush fell upon the Quad as the members of Harrison High's eight-times State Championship Dance Team paraded into view from all directions, slowly coming together in pairs, then small groups, then one mass heading for Heaven.
It wasn't the whole Dance Team, of course, oh no. The Team -- with a capital "T" -- was comprised of 46 girls in all, mostly upper classmen including some very skilled sophomore and freshmen dancers as well. No, the young women heading for Heaven were the Elite, with a capital "E"! They were 14 girls, all seniors or juniors who had been members of the Team since Freshman year.
And while dancing was their forte and was what gave them their celebrity status at Harrison High, it also had to be noted that they were the most beautiful, most sexy, and most erotic girls on the campus as well.
Elise Withers currently ran the Team, even though she was just one of two Co-Captains. She took her seat at the head of the table and allowed the others to converse about this and that for a few minutes before calling for their attention. The Team had been practicing continuously over summer break, and the girls of the Team and of the Elites specifically had had many opportunities to talk to one another.
But this, the first day of school -- with the Elites surrounded by the rest of Harrison High's 2000+ member student body -- was the first day that they would discuss The Game.
Each new Fall, the Team's Elites participated in a sex game. The Game changed from year to year, with a different goal being chosen by the Team's current Captain. One year, each of the girls had had to blow a football player from Harrison High's arch rival in the parking lot after a home game. Another year, after a Team member who worked in the school office hacked the school's email accounts, each of them -- wearing a mask to hide their identity -- had had to masturbate on Skype before a member of Harrison High's faculty.
Elise's game last year was one of the most interesting. The girls had had to get two male members of Harrison High's Academic Teams -- the Chess Team, the Physics Team, etc. -- into a ménage à trois. That part had been a gimme, of course. What two geeks -- who likely had never seen a bare breast, let alone put their cock into a beautiful Dance Team member -- would turn down a threesome with one of Harrison's hottest girls, right? No, the hard part had been for the dancer to get at least one of the boys to beat off the other as a prerequisite to having sex with her. And as improbably as that may have sounded, more than half of the Elites who tried succeeded!
The Elites stared in Elise's direction, some eager to get started in the new game no matter what ever it turned out to be while others were very apprehensive about the Elite's choice of fun this year. Elise studied the anxious faces turned her way, her lips widening in a knowing smirk as she said, "Girls..."
She said nothing more than that introductory word. It wasn't an introductory word, however, as in Girls, the game this year is... No, instead, it was this year's game. She repeated, "Girls. Each of you is going to have a full blown sexual encouner with another girl from the school."
Eyes began to widen on many of the faces. The Elites had no secrets, particularly ones of a sexual nature. And while the Dance team did include some members who were openly or quietly gay or bisexual, there weren't any current members of the Elites who were. This fact, that the girls surrounding her preferred cocks to pussies, was exactly the reason Elise had chosen this Game this time around.
"No Katy Perry I Kissed a Girl shit. Real sex." She pulled out a sheet of paper and unfolded it before the others, she continued, using a reference that caused some of the girls to wince and some of the others to simply think to themselves That's Elise. "No pussy eaters. I spent the last couple of weeks coming up with a list of approved heterosexual students. If a girl isn't on this list, she can't be a target."
One of the girls argued, "You can't possibly know the sexual orientation of every--"
"I'm sure that there are mistakes," Elise cut her off, "and I'm sure that there are omissions, too. But I worked with a half dozen pussy eaters to develop this list. Unless you have information to add,it stands as is, mistakes or not."
Several of the girls crowded in closer, trying to get a look at the list.
"Proof?" one of the dancers asked.
Elise's lips widened in an evil smirk. "Raw, naked sex ... in a bed ... on camera."
By the time Elise had finished that last line, the table was in a total uproar. Some of the girls were laughing in shock, others were making inappropriate jokes, and still more -- as Elise had expected -- were arguing for her to find a different game.
"Short of a vote," she said firmly, "this is the game."
There was only one way to nix a Captain's choice of game: a unanimous vote to override the chosen Game. In the decade and a half history of the Game, there'd only been one override vote, and that had been against a Game that was incestuous in nature. Many of the girls likely had had cousins and brothers and fathers they'd often fantasized about fucking. There may have even been a few who had fucked those men from their family.
But none of the Elites were going to admit to such acts or pursue them as part of a teen age game. Hell no! Ironically, it came out later that the Captain of that time had been involved in an ongoing thing with her brother and she'd simply been trying to stack the deck in her favor. She'd been immediately tossed off the Team, of course, not for the incest but for cheating at the Game, which had been more important, of course.
Elise looked about the table at the now still faces and asked, "Are we voting to kill this with a--?"
"No," a firm voice answered.
All eyes turned to the beautiful redhead at the opposite end of the table, Alice Green. Although the second Co-Captain of Harrison High's Dance Team, Alice hadn't had the time nor interest in managing the team and had, therefore, left such things totally in Elise's hands. Even so, Alice was now and always had been the most respected of the Team's current members and, likely, the most famous female student to ever come out of Harrison High.
She'd been a member of a succession of dance and cheer teams in and around the city of Harrison since she was a toddler. She'd begun winning national competitions at age 6 and now had a bedroom full of trophies, plaques, and ribbons. She'd been a backup or featured dancer in a handful of less sexual music videos, both on cable and online. And now, as a senior, she had full ride Cheer Squad scholarships awaiting her from six different colleges, as well as job offers from the squads of eight different professional sports teams.
Alice had been stunningly successful at everything she'd ever tried. And she tried everything that had ever interested her. And that interest had almost always been driven by challenge. The greater the challenge, the more interest, the more need to succeed.
Lesbian sex had never been of interest to Alice. No challenge: she was beautiful and erotic and, despite being straight, lesbians were often trying to get her to play for the other team. But attempting to seduce a straight woman...? Now, that could be a challenge. It was the only reason Alice wasn't even considering this.
"Gimme a target," she demanded of Elise, standing to make her way toward the other end of the table. "Let's get started."
Elise's smile broadened and was followed by a pleased laugh. She pulled out the list of names again and said, "Pick a number."
"Eighteen," Alice said, picking her age for luck. When she got to the end of the table, Elise pointed a finger to the eighteenth name on the list and looked up to see her friend's expression. Alice smiled and, with a very suggestive lick of her lips said, "I can already taste her."
(OOC: The pose in the pic doesn't actually happen. It's just the sexiest picture I have of this particular woman.)
In the girl's locker room Friday afternoon after a light work out, Alice stripped off her sneakers and gym shorts, then waited for her target to come in off the basketball floor. She waited until, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl glance her direction, then shed her exercise jacket and her tight fitting top, leaving herself in nothing more than her lacy black panties and bra.
Gay or straight, male or female, it was difficult not to be entranced by Alice Green's figure. Her 5'8" frame which measured at 36D-24-34 was flawless in every way. Despite this obvious perfection, Alice didn't often flash her form to others as she was about to here in the locker room. Alice didn't particularly enjoy being ogled by others, male or female. On the dance floor she flashed her share of exposed skin and made all the right suggestive moves to make men -- and sometimes women -- want to rush home to their lovers, their vibrators, or their bottles of lotion. But that was just part of the art: it wasn't who Alice Green was deep in her heart.
Alice looked to the girl, causing her to glance away quickly. After a moment, she grabbed her bottles of shampoo and body soap -- then, rethinking, put the body soap back in her locker. She made her way slowly down to the other girl who -- luckily -- was the last one in the locker room with Alice. She stuck her hand out, offering with a broad smile, "Hi. I'm Alice. Alice Green."
She didn't have to introduce herself, of course. Everyone at Harrison knew who she was. But Alice liked to play the humble role with people she was just meeting. Of course, Alice knew who this girl was, too. They'd gone to school with one another since first grade. But Alice didn't know the girl. They'd never been in the same cliques, clubs, or sports programs. And -- to be honest -- Alice couldn't recall having ever had a conversation with the girl that would have been longer than Hey, can you throw me that ball? or Can you hold that door for me please?
It wasn't that Alice was stuck up or anything. Harrison High was just big. There were almost 2,000 students here, some of whom Alice had had a dozen classes with and yet never spoken to. She couldn't remember specifically why she knew this particular girl above the rest, but she did. And she would know her better in the days to come, too. Much better if she played her cards right.
She nodded toward the bottles on the top shelf of the girl's locker and asked, "Would you mind if I used your bottle of body soap. I ran out."
That wasn't true of course. Alice had just had her own bottle in her hand. But she was looking for a way to ensure that the two of them were at adjacent shower heads, and this seemed like the best way to accomplish that.
