"Freckles" (closed)

[KockRoach]

Kent Loomis strode into the pool party like a male model on the cat walk of a Speedo's fashion show.

He had a reason to walk with such confidence. He was the BMOC at Harper High: he had been President of his class since Freshman year and was currently Harper's Student Body Ambassador to the State Legislature; in four years, he'd lettered at least twice in each of football, wrestling, basketball, volleyball, track and field, and baseball, which was not only a school record but a State record, too; he was a straight A student with 36 college credits already on his transcript and had been accepted at all nine of the colleges to which he'd applied; and he was going steady with the most beautiful woman in the school, a Beauty Queen and magazine model who had just signed a contract with one of New York's largest photo agencies.

And despite the yearning glances from the girls around the pool and the high fives and fist bumps and congrats for this or that from the guys, there was still something missing from Kent's life.

That was when he saw her. He recognized her from school, but he couldn't recall her name. That, of course, was unusual for Kent: he rarely forgot names, particularly of such cute girls he wanted to fuck.

He snagged the open shirt of one of his teammates as he passed by, nodding the girl's way and asking, "Who's that?"

"Freckles?" the other guy asked. "Don't know her name, but ... this is her party."

"Her party?" Kent asked ignorantly.

In addition to being everything above, Kent was a party-oholic, going to any and every get-together he could in an attempt to see and be seen. He heard there was a party at the country club and had come here without knowing what the party was about or for whom it was being thrown. All he'd cared was that it would be pool side where bikinis and shapely bodies would abound.

He glanced around and found decorations that indicated the girl had just turned 18. Then, he glanced about again, looking for his girlfriend only to remember that she was on a shoot in San Diego.

Smiling politely and heading toward Freckles, he stopped just short of her, waited for her to look his way, and said with a wide smile, "Happy birthday. I ... I have to apologize for not bringing a gift. Busy times, you know? But ... if there's anything you would like..."

 

[zoelikesjam]

Louisa Parker, 18.

I was enjoying my party immensely. Everybody was mingling nicely, and I was finally sitting down with a glass of punch.

I looked around. Everyone, and there were an awful lot of 'them', looked like they were having a wail of a time.

Glancing to my right, I noticed Kent Loomis sauntering towards me and I cringed. He was the most popular boy at my High school, was in the year above me and had never paid a jot of notice in my direction before, so when he addressed me I nearly fainted. Did he even know my name? I questioned myself. Surely someone as meek and mild as me was way off Kent's radar.

"Happy birthday. I ... I have to apologize for not bringing a gift. Busy times, you know? But ... if there's anything you would like..."

I stared up at him in total awe, and had to catch myself. Mentally slapping my face I smiled up at Kent.

"Hi" I said shyly "Don't worry about a present"

 

[KockRoach]

Kent's face lit up and his mouth widened in a smile: he suddenly remembered her name, but it was why he remembered it that was causing the wide smirk.

It had been clear back in the first week of his second year when he and some of his buddies noticed a group of Freshman on their orientation tour. Jokes and comments abounded. One thing led to another while the guys were ogling the fresh meat, and someone who was familiar with her spoke Louisa's name.

"Are you sure it isn't Louis?" one of them laughed, going on to point out her stick of a body and total lack of feminine features.

"Not again," Kent warned the boy, a finger pointed directly into the guy's face.

Kent had always been sensitive to jokes about body shapes, deformities, handicaps -- basically anything that was a result of nature and, therefore, couldn't be helped. The lack of curves on a girl or the Ninety pound weakling physique of a boy simply had never been something Kent thought should be open for ridicule.

He could still remember standing over the boy and clarifying, "Physical features are not open for teasing, you hear me? Ever!"

Even by his sophomore year, Kent had already claimed a position as leader of the pack, and his declaration that day would go on to make a great difference in the relationships between the students who thought they had it all -- the buff guys and the shapely girls -- and those who were still waiting for Mother Nature to do her work with their bodies.

He let his eyes drop to Louisa's form for just a brief moment. She was a petite girl -- nothing like his curvy model of a girlfriend -- but in the three years since he'd first laid eyes on her, she'd developed the curves and hour glass figure that would prevent a boy from ever calling her Louis again.

She wasn't dressed as provocatively as many of the showier girls sitting around the pool: a cute but conservative two piece with a ... what was that called, a sarong around her waist. But the way she was sitting showed off her shapely legs and much of one hip and buttock. It was more than enough for Kent to worry about whether his cock was going to embarrass him by becoming as excited about Louisa as his lust filled brain was.

"Nice suit," he complimented her, raising his eyes to her own again. They were a mesmerizing light blue with a dark outer circle that were simply magical. Kent had always been a sucker for beautiful eyes. The fact that they came inside a younger student with a great bod' who -- he hoped -- was open to the idea of a good time with a BMOC only made him smile wider. Going back to the suit, he said in the suave tone that had led to him getting laid so often, "Most girls wear a beautiful bikini hoping it was make them look good. But Louisa--" He was sure to use her name, hoping to impress her. "--you make the suit look good."

It was a line he'd used in the past and it usually worked. He didn't know if it would make Louisa swoon or turn fiery red with embarrassment -- which might be cute considering her color and complexion -- but he didn't really care one way or another. Kent just wanted her to know that he had noticed her beauty -- and wanted her to believe he wanted to see more of it.

 

[zoelikesjam]

I rolled my eyes as he complimented me, this was his normal MO and I wasn't going to fall for it, but I also wasn't going to be rude.

"Thank you." I replied cordially.

Grabbing a drink off a nearby waiter, he handed me the punch. I refused and excused myself for a moment. I couldn't get my thoughts into order. What was he playing at? Why was Kent suddenly so interested in me? Me of all people. I wasn't going to succumb though. Not tonight.

I had had a fair amount of alcohol, which wasn't a good thing. But my thoughts were still in relative order.

After splashing my face with water in the bathroom, I made my way back to my preferred perch. Kent was still there, and this shocked me. He handed my drink back to me and I took a deep draught.
Kenton made small talk with me, and for a few minutes it was lovely. After about ten minutes however I started to feel woozy.

I stood, unsteadily on my feet and Kent rose with me, propping me up with his arm.

"I feel...I feel funny" I whispered

 

[KockRoach]

Kent laughed, saying playfully, "Little girls shouldn't drink so much ... and by little, I mean small, not ... well, you know."

Louisa started to turn away and nearly fell over, not doing so only because Kent caught her tightly in his arms. He held her for a long moment, looking into her nearly vacant eyes. He smiled, but only slightly: Louisa was seriously out of it.

He swept the petite young woman up into his strong arms and said, "Let's get you to a couch where you can rest."

Kent was a regular at the club -- his parents were founding members -- so when he asked for help from a waitress, she jumped right in, leading him to a little office down an other wise empty hall.

He laid Louis down gently, taking a moment to ogle her again, now that she seemed to barely be able to focus upon him. The waitresssaid, "I need to get back. Do you need anything more."

Kent told her no and sent her on her way. He sat on the couch next to the bikini clad beauty and looked into her glazed eyes, asking "So ... what so ever shall we do now, I wonder."

(OOC: No time to proof. Hope it's good.)

 

[zoelikesjam]

"I...But I haven't had that much to drink" I stuttered, promptly nearly falling flat on my face.

Kent grasped me in his strong arms, and swung me upwards. The ground swam.

My head felt fuzzy, my eyesight was slightly blurred. I felt terrible.

"So...Whatever shall we do now I wonder" He whispered looking deep into my eyes. I was mesmerised for a few seconds, until I managed to pull myself together as much as I could.

My mind felt like cotton wool.

"I just want to lie down and sleep" I told Kent

 

[KockRoach]

"I just want to lie down and sleep", Louisa told Kent.

Needless to say, that disappointed him. He'd had sex with his share of tipsy girls in the past, and hell -- just for the fun of it -- he and his girl friend sometimes got blitzed beyond belief and fucked before his video camera, just so they could laugh at it later when they were sober and once again pounding the flesh. But, he'd never fucked a girl who was passed out or totally blitzed before. And he really wanted to fuck Louisa now!

Luckily for him, the reason the birthday girl was feeling out of it was that the drink she'd snatched from the waiter had been heading for another girl at the party, compliments of a guy who wanted to embarrass her and had laced it with the latest date rape drug. It was almost like taking Roofie and Molly at the same time: it relaxed you initially, making you easy to handle while also blocking much of your short term memory; and then -- at just the slightest sense of sexual pleasure -- it heightened your senses, making you want more of what ever it was that you were getting at the time, whether it was being tossed into a cold pool while still dressed ... or being caressed in an intimate way by the BMOC.

It was going to cause a bit of a problem for the two teens today, though. As Kent gently caressed his hand upon Louisa's belly, marveling at how good she felt -- and at how big his cock was getting in response -- he couldn't know that her positive response was the result of drugs she had no idea were flooding her system.

Of course, neither did he, so ... why stop, right?

Kent leaned over Louisa's form, resting his weight just barely above her bosom on one hand as the second one slipped behind her neck. He pressed his lips to her for a long, romantic, and soon to turn erotic kiss.

(OOC: Cut off the kiss or join in, which ever you think she would do.)

 

[zoelikesjam]

His hand snaked across my belly and i felt heat pool between my legs. I squirmed slightly, quite terrified at the response I felt.

When Kent suddenly kissed me, I thought my whole world was tilting.

As much as I was enjoying the kiss, and I was immensely, I managed to pull myself together slightly.

Thoughts were whirling through my head. What did Kent want, why was he interested in me?

I pushed him away, and, as gently as I could I whispered "No. We can't do this, I'm drunk, Well I feel drunk. Its wrong Kent"

 

[KockRoach]

Kent leaned down and kissed Louisa again, and when she resisted him a second time he whispered, "How could this be wrong, baby? Doesn't it feel good?"

He pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing her erotically as the hand that was caressing her belly continued slowly upwards until it slid over her bikini top and gently squeezed a young, firm breast.

 

[zoelikesjam]

This time I let him kiss me. His lips were soft and sensual and I almost melted into the kiss.

When kent moved his hand from my stomach to my breast I nearly fainted, and moaned loudly.

I reached around and grasped his hair in my fist, pulling him closer into the kiss

 

[KockRoach]

Drug induced or not, Kent was sure that Louisa wanted this. He pressed his lips to her mouth again in a passionate kiss, as his hand continued to knead her young, firm breast.

"I want you, Louisa," he whispered between kisses, pulling his hand out from within her bikini top and lowering it to -- and into -- her bikini bottom in a flash, quickly finding her wet folds...