6 Times a Day



Simone walked up to where Christine had stood and broke Alan's momentary mental reverie. She didn't need to say anything, since people might overhear in the hall, and Alan could guess her intentions clearly enough. Obviously, she was here to fetch him for Heather. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod, and she nodded back in a similar manner. The two of them walked down the hall close to each other, but both were silent and pretended not to be with each other.

The theater room was in a very little used part of the school grounds, so as they got near it, they saw that the coast was clear and finally said 'hi' to each other. Simone added with mock portentousness, "Her Royal Bitchiness awaits."

Heather was already waiting by the door, tapping her foot impatiently. She was rankled that even though she had her own copy of the key, she couldn't open the door herself, because that would reveal to Alan that she'd made an extra key.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, Heather was all over him. She purred, "Oh, Alan! I missed you!" She hugged him and kissed him all over his face and neck. She was surprised at just how unabashedly she was showing her feelings for him, but she couldn't help herself.

Then she pulled back and looked at him. She had such a strange facial expression that Alan almost had to laugh.

Alan thought, If I didn't know better, I'd think that Heather actually looks worried and concerned. Showing concern for someone else is so foreign to Heather that her facial muscles don't even know what to do. I must look as shitty as I feel if even she is worried about me.

She clutched his shoulders. "Where the heck have you been?! I've been looking for you all morning!"

Simone said with a smirk, "She's got something she's dying to show you."

"Shut up!" Heather growled at her best friend. It was true that Heather couldn't wait to show Alan that she'd shaved off her bush, just as he'd told her to do the previous Friday. She didn't want Simone to spoil the surprise.

Simone's comment caused him to looked up and down Heather's gorgeous body. He idly asked Heather, "That top you're wearing looks nice. But isn't there some kind of dress code regulation about that? It's like the Grand Canyon on display in there." Her dark blue top covered up most of her chest, but that just made the deep cleavage that was exposed even more noticeable.

That seemed to bring the typical Heather back. She boasted, "Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it! Like I give a rat's ass what the regulations say. Anyways, didn't I dress just like you want me to? High heels, no bra, clothes so tight they seem painted on?" She turned and, with a little bit of difficulty, pulled down her tighter-than-tight shorts to reveal a tiny string thong. "And, of course, my favorite: butt floss!"

Suddenly memories of Alan's confrontation with Heather last Thursday came flooding back to him. He'd remembered how he dictated what she'd have to wear, and was surprised that she seemed to be devoutly following what he'd told her then. The only thing was, he'd thought that was just spontaneous and meaningless sexy talk. Memories of her selfish, backstabbing schemes also came flooding back.

As if she read his thoughts, her bitchy side reasserted itself and she said in a demanding and snippy tone, "Let's hurry up. There isn't much time. There's an ass here that wants and needs to get fucked. Badly!"

Alan belatedly realized she was peeved that he hadn't complimented her looks. He also realized this was the ideal time for him to start training Heather's ass, but he didn't feel up to it at all. He said, "Heather, Simone, look at me. Does this look like someone who is ready to fuck anybody? No. I can barely stand. I've had a very long and difficult weekend. If you expect me to do anything at all to you today, for the love of God, make me feel good. And I don't mean sexually. Fuck, no. I mean revive me with a really good massage." He recalled how good Susan's massage had felt for his sore muscles, and wanted more of that.

Heather looked at him suspiciously, as if saying, "What's in it for me?"

He sighed in response to that skeptical look. "Heather, it's a two-way street. Sometimes you have to give to get. You'll get what you want later if you give me what I want now. Strip me. That's an order. Simone, could you help too?"

Simone said "Sure. Look at the poor guy, Heather. You know he went on a big hike this weekend. He looks half dead. Give the guy a break."

Heather grumbled to Alan, "Yeah, well, you should take it easy."

Simone and Heather began to take all of Alan's clothes off. Then they went to a mattress in the back of the stage and lay down in the middle of it.

As four hands started to massage his backside, he thought, I wonder what Simone's deal is. She doesn't seem like the usual flunky or hanger-on type, timidly trying to bask in Heather's glory. She seems like she's her own woman and has her shit together. Why would she be such good friends with HEATHER, of all people?

Simone had taken the position near Alan's head, and was doing a great massage of his shoulders and back.

Heather sat near his legs and ass, but was hardly moving her hands at all. She was still dying to show off her shaved pussy. This wasn't at all how she had hoped things would go.

Alan complained, "Heather, what is your DEAL, woman? I thought I saw a flicker of kindness and concern a minute ago. Was I wrong? Is it really too much for a weary guy to ask for a massage? Simone, you know Heather better than anyone. Am I completely deluded in thinking there's a kind, loving, and love-worthy Heather in there somewhere, trying to get out?"

Simone laughed, and then replied, "No, you're not mistaken. I've known Heather since kindergarten, and believe you me, there are more sides to this woman than mirrors on a disco ball, but she keeps most of them pretty well hidden. For instance, did you know that she's really into stamp collecting?"

Heather had been surprisingly quiet up until that point, but she suddenly burst out, "Hey! Shut up!"

But Simone just laughed some more and said, "Or did you know that she owns every single one of the couple hundred Nancy Drew books, and keeps buying them even now? You should see how excited she gets whenever a new one comes out."

An increasingly agitated Heather raised her voice. "I said, shut UP!"

Alan grinned. "Wait. Aren't those the detective books for young girls? The counterpart to the Hardy Boys? Do they even still make those?"

Heather complained, "Simone, what's gotten into you? That's totally private!"

But Simone just chuckled at her friend's discomfiture and conspiratorially said to Alan, "Get this: you know Kramer from Seinfeld?"

Heather suddenly leaped up and attacked Simone, not in a violent way, but in a determined effort to get her hands over her friend's mouth.

But Simone fended her off and said while she still could, "Kramer! She has the hugest crush on him!" That just caused Heather to attack her best friend even more violently.

Alan rolled over from lying on his front and said, "Hey, you two, break it up. Now!" To his surprise, their squabbling came to a sudden halt.

Whoa. It's weird how Heather alternately defies me and obeys me. He saw Heather was furiously blushing, so he decided that it would be wise not to tease her anymore. Instead, he just said, "Kramer? May I ask why?"

Heather stood up and straightened her clothes, looking very defensive. "Hey, I'll have you know he's a hunk. Did you see the episode where he gets a job posing as a male underwear model? He's totally buff. In any case, who I like is MY business, and I'm going to enjoy ripping Simone's intestines out and feeding her scraps to the wolves for telling! Some friend!"

Heather pouted and glared at Simone, but Simone had already returned to massaging Alan, and merely continued laughing.

Alan said, "Don't be mad at her, Heather. She's just making the point that there's much more to you than most people think. What she said stays in this room, I promise. Anyways, we all have secrets like that. For instance, it wasn't that many years ago when I was into collecting Smurf dolls, and I still have every single one of them in my room."

Heather snickered, very pleased to hear that. "Ha! The Smurfs!" She sat back down and resumed massaging, doing a better job now.

He cooed, "Aaaah. That's better. Thanks. The Smurf stuff stays in this room too, by the way!"

Heather laughed. "Ah, damn." She began aggressively kneading his ass cheeks. "How's this, Papa Smurf?"

"Good. Why don't you both get naked? Simone, you know about Heather's nice side, so what do you think about my plans to tame her through her ass to bring that part of her to the fore?"

Both girls stood up and began stripping.

Alan thought to himself, Amazing, the kind of power I have! I just say, "by the way, get naked," and two of the hottest, most sought after and stacked girls in the whole school just simply do it!

Simone said as she undressed, "I understand Heather, but I certainly can't control her. Nobody can. I've never been fucked up the ass, myself, so I can't really relate, but it does seem to do something powerful to her. She's been raving and carrying on about it like she's found religion or something. So I'll be glad to help you out with that in any way I can. God knows the skanky bitch could use some serious attitude adjustment."

Heather growled, "Hey, look who's talking, you stupid slut."

Alan looked up and saw to his surprise that Heather and Simone were both smiling and playfully sticking their tongues at each other. You gotta be pretty close if "skanky bitch" and "stupid slut" are treated like affectionate nicknames. Weird. Simone is definitely the key to any Heather plan. I didn't realize just what good friends they were.

He kicked back and enjoyed the sight of Simone and Heather taking their tops off and baring their impressive racks. But then, while Simone continued to strip, Heather got surprisingly bashful. She asked him, "Can you please close your eyes for a minute?"

"Okay, sure." He closed his eyes.

Then she added, "Put your hand over your eyes for good measure. No peeking!"

He obligingly did that too, and chuckled easily. "Okay. But what's this all about?"

Simone told him, "It's like I said, she has something she wants to show you."

Heather barked, "Shut your big yap already! Don't spoil this for me!"

"Sorry," Simone muttered.

He kept his hand over his closed eyes and didn't try to peek. But he did wonder what was going on. His brain was too frazzled for him to even speculate.

He heard some rustling and then some urgent quiet whispering between the two sexy teens. He still didn't have a clue what the secret was, but he could sense it was a big deal for Heather.