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Archive-name: School/lngwknd1.txt
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Archive-author: Destrad
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Archive-title: Long Weekend, The
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Chapter One
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The bell rang. Half the class jumped to their feet, while
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the rest wrote franticly, in a vain attempt to answer that one
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last test question. Then there was me. Having finished fifteen
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minutes earlier, I was reading the final couple pages in the new
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Piers Anthony book I picked up the day before yesterday. Loathe
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to put it down and knowing this was the last period before lunch,
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I spent another couple minutes and finished it. So much for Mr.
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Friedman's history class, and so much for another book. Being a
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senior, I only had one more class after lunch, photography. After
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that a four day weekend awaited. President's Day, or in this case
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days was the cause. The school administration in their infinate
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wisdom decided to lump the two together. A day off is of course a
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day off and I didn't mind. Not that I had any special plans,
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perhaps check out a couple used book stores, or work on
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programming the computer game I never seemed to finish. With my
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parents overseas on buisness for another couple weeks I could
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pretty much do as I pleased. All in all it was going to be just
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another boring weekend...little did I know.
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Reaching down, I shoved my recently finished paperback into
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an overflowing backpack. With a little stretching and pulling I
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managed to zip it closed. I stood up, and promptly managed to
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bump into one of those last to finish who were hurrying to lunch.
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Books and paper cascaded to the floor in a random fashion, while I
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tripped and landed flat on my face. Looking up, I was exposed to
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an unexpected delight. Standing over my head at just the right
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angle was Heather Fergusson. Heather was one of those wet dreams
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half the school had. She had a perfect slim body with all the
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appropriate curves. Her long blond hair came down to just below
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her waist accenting the rest of her figure. As to her face, with
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all the makeup she usually wore, Heather managed to always have
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that sexy "I want it look". The fact that her parents were filthy
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rich and had given her a BMW for her seventeenth birthday didn't
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hurt matters. She also by popular acclaim was on the cheerleading
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team. Didn't do to well in school, but then again most guys on
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the football team weren't doing that well either.
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Today she was wearing a just past belly button length loose
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fitting ruffled white blouse, a mid-thigh blue denim skirt, white
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socks, sandals, and lacy pink panties. Oh yes definately those.
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From my undignified position on the floor I was able to look
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straight up at them. Slowly my eyes had followed her long
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lithesome legs up until they reached there apex at them. Closer
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inspection showed the outline of her slit which was barely visible
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as a ridge down her pubis, and a few fuzzy hairs that were peeking
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out under the edges. The color of which proved beyond a doubt
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that she was a "true" blonde. More than slightly embarressed at
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the view I skooted back, only to reveal and even more enticeing
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one, as she leaned down to pick up her dropped books. Her blouse
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had opened forward directly over my face, revealing the utter lack
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of a bra. Naked to my sight were her fully formed breasts. While
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not huge they were amply endowed, and I traced their curves
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longingly. Her pert little nipples were erect and sent a shiver
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down to my now raging hardon. The sight lasted but a second to be
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replaced suddenly by Heather's face. She had a definate smirk on
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as she said, "You better look were your going from now on," with a
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little too much emphasis on "look". Tongue-tied I barely managed
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to mumble a sorry being fairly much in shock. Seeing I was not
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going to be of any help she reached over me to pick up the rest of
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her papers. Her blouse again fell forward giving me an even better
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view of her naked bodice. Her rounded breasts were absolutely
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perfect as they swayed with her every movement. In total rapture
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I could but watch the show dumbly. Having picked up her papers,
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she walked away a couple steps and turned back toward me. Bringing
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one hand up to her face she blew me a kiss then slowly and
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sensuously licked her lips.
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Heather spun on her heels and with a definate shake of the
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hips quickly left the classroom, leaving me in a dazed shock with
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a rather uncomfortable and even more embarrassing condition.
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Pulling myself up off the floor I noticed a small white envelope
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underneath my legs. Figuring it must have dropped with the rest
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of Heather's papers I picked it up. Indeed it did say Heather on
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the outside, however, she was long gone. Perhaps I could catch
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her at lunch to return it, then again considering the current
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condition of my dick when I saw her again in class on Tuesday
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would be soon enough. Kneeling down in front of my backpack to
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help cover my stiff member I unzipped the backpack's zipper again
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to deposit the letter. I also made a show of rearranging my
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schoolbooks to give certain portions of my anatomy a chance to
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cool off. When I was done I exited the classroom.
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After picking up my boxed lunch and exchanging books at my
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locker, I settled down for a long lunch. I tried without much
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success to keep those brief and embarrassing images of Heather out
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of my mind as I ate. Thoughts of her breasts and panties keep
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flitting in an out of my mind making it impossible to concentrate
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on another dull lunch. Finally I finished eating and opened my
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backpack in search of something to pass the last few minutes of
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lunch, and get my mind off Heather. Unfortunately I had forgotten
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to bring a backup book and almost decided that I was out of luck.
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Then my eyes caught on the envelope. What the hell I thought
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Heather will never remember where she lost it. Making sure no one
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was looking in my direction, I brought it out and tore it open. A
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faint wiff of feminine perfume crossed my nose as it came open.
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Inside was a folded piece of notebook paper. Unfolding it
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revealed a few short lines of text and a map. I began reading.
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Another four day weekend is upon us and my boring
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parents are out of town. To celebrate I am having a
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slumber party! You and the rest of the cheer squad are
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invited to a weekend of swimming, games and other
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amusements. As last time swimsuits and nighties arn't
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needed! My place after school Thursday.
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See ya there! Dominique.
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Just then the bell rang for sixth period. I hurridly shoved
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the letter and envelope back into my backpack. About this time I
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noticed my member was again erect. With a little bit of
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maneuvering I managed to get to class without anyone noticing the
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bulge in my pants. Between images of Heathers luscious breasts and
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thoughts on the letter, I was out of it fantasizing what it would
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be like to see Heather and the rest of the cheerleading team
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totally in the buff. Luckily Mr. Mason hadn't much planned for the
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class and simply lectured on various outdoor photography
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techniques in preparation for next weeks lessons.
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Halfway through class I suddenly became much more intereseted
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in Mr Mason's lecture. He had changed topics and was discussing
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photographing wildlife, and how sometimes it was very useful to
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remain hidden from your quarry so as not to spook it. Putting one
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and two and three together I came up with six or maybe a perfect
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ten. This had definate possibilites. While I had already seen
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Heather's naked breasts, I wouldn't mind seeing the rest of her.
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Not to mention that the rest of the cheerleading team was almost
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as beautiful. Lets see there were Dominique, Beth, Christine,
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Sandra, Jennifer, Lisa and of course Heather. As I went through
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each name I brought up imagined picture of them sans clothes.
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Assuming they all showed up that would be seven gorgeous girls
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naked maybe more. Definate possibilities here. And as Mr Mason
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says "One should always be ready to capture the moment." Though
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this time cheating and using mom's camcorder with its telephoto
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lense setup would guarantee footages to last a lifetime. I still
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could of course take my 35mm camera for still shots.
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I almost missed the period ending bell being so deep in my
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plans. However it woke me out of my reverie and I hurried out to
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my old Buick not bothering to stop back at my locker. I had just
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remembered cheerleading was a seventh period class. Heather,
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Dominique and the others were stuck at school for at least another
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hour. If I hurried I could get home, snatch the neccessary
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equipment and beat everyone to Dominique's place, which according
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to the map was up in the hills just a few short miles from where I
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lived.
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