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As Alan walked down the hall on his way to Glory's history class, hefelt a hand fall onto his forearm. He spun around and tried to defendhimself, instantly assuming that the football players were out to hurthim again.

But he breathed a sigh of relief because it was onlyChristine. She'd jogged down the hall to reach him; it looked like shewas dealing with something very important and urgent. "Alan. I havesomeone you should meet."

Alan thought that was odd. He also found himself veryembarrassed on the inside when he looked at the real flesh and bloodChristine and thought about the over the top sexual fantasies he'd hadabout her only a few minutes earlier. As he stared, he could almostpicture her naked, with his erection sliding through her deep cleavage.He stood dumbly, feeling greatly ashamed for his fantasies. It was like acold bucket of reality had been dumped on his head.

"Cat got your tongue?" Christine asked as she held him by theforearm and pulled him along, gently. "Come on. Do you want to meetthis person now or what?"

Alan's eyes watched her twin globes heave up and down inresponse to her jogging. When they finally came to a halt, he recoveredhis wits. "Oh. Uh. Sure. Let's go."

Christine was both secretly amused and chagrined by hisbig-tit fixation. She decided not to say anything about it this timethough, since she was in a hurry.action

He followed behind as Christine rushed down the hallway.While she'd worn a frumpy gray dress in his dreams, in reality she woreordinary black slacks. He admired her legs, but more from what heremembered in the dream than what he could tell through her clothes.

He thought to himself, Christine, would it kill you towear shorts for once in your life? Outside of when you play sports or gorunning you seem to think there's some law against baring your legs.And I know from stolen glances here and there that they look great. Infact, I'll bet her thighs are even stronger than Simone's! Man, I'd loveto see these two in a cat fight! Whoa, take it easy, boy. Stop thinkingabout sex for like five minutes already! He stared at her slacks as if trying to burn a hole through them.

Christine turned back and asked him, "What's with you today?You've been spacing all day." She had to have been unaware of thestaring he'd just been doing, unless she had eyes on the back of herhead, and he guessed she was referring to all the other times he'dspaced out.

"I dunno. Not enough sleep today." He thought, Like Icould ever tell her the truth: "I dunno Christine, it could be that Ican't stop thinking about fucking your tits. And popping your cherry.Oh, and in my dreams my mother seems to be selling 'Incest-O-Matic',whatever the heck that is, and I might have made Simone pregnant, and mysister thinks she's a cat, and I'm about to have a wild sex orgy pokerparty tonight, and I seem to be losing what's left of my moralbearings... Oh, and did I mention that I'm fucking my mother and mysister, and that I now have two of each? Basically, there's a lot on mymind!" I don't think there's a single person who would believe what'shappening in my life, even if I told them the full truth.

There wasn't much point in talking while they hustled downthe hallway, so they were silent until suddenly Christine made a sharpturn and Alan found himself at the same stretch of empty hall he'd usedto talk to Sean earlier. He didn't see anyone at first, but Christineled him to an alcove. A slightly mousy and bespectacled girl stood therewaiting for him.

Christine brought Alan right in front of the new girl. "Alan,Michelle. Michelle, Alan. Michelle helps me get the scoop on things atschool. She's got something to tell you."

Alan had no idea what to expect, but after so muchstrangeness in his life, he was ready to roll with the punches. Heassumed it would somehow involve sex, given everything else that washappening, but for once he was wrong about that.

Michelle started in, "Um, okay. I've got this brother. Hisname is Gary. He's on the football team. I'm not that close to him. Heand I are really different. But we're still family. Anyway, I was reallysurprised today when he sees me in the hall and he's all super keen ontalking to me in private. So we talk... Are you getting all this? Youlook a little out of it."

"No. I'm good. Please keep going. I'm very interested."

"Um, okay. He tells me that some of the other footballplayers are planning something. Did I mention Gary is gay? He is. Hedoesn't mind telling anyone, even though he gets a lot of grief from allthe homophobes around here. Anyway, they're planning to do something toyou. And somehow they wanted Gary to do something sexual to you. Ididn't really understand it all. He was very, very vague. I kind of eveninferred that much. He definitely doesn't want to do whatever they'redoing, even though he hates your guts-"

"Wait a minute. Why does he hate my guts?"

"Duh! Just about everybody on the team hates your guts.""Really? Why?"

Michelle turned to Christine, who still stood next to themand generally kept a lookout while listening in. "Boy, Christine, didn'tyou tell him anything?"

Christine answered while she stared down the hall, "As youcan see by looking at his frazzled face, lately he often doesn't evenknow if he's coming or going, much less what some football player he'snever met thinks of him."

Michelle looked at Alan curiously while he tried to wipewhatever expression he had off his face and replace it with a normallook. She continued, "Anyway, nobody thought much of you one way oranother until you started to go out with Amy. Then people thought thatwas pretty impressive, since most everyone thought you were a virgin andmany think she's the most attractive girl in school, or at least thecutest. Then Amy started telling everyone that you were a great loverand that you slept with pretty much anyone you wanted and she didn'tcare."

She continued, "A lot of people were really impressed withyou for like five minutes, but that quickly turned to jealousy for most.Especially guys. The football players hate you in particular becausethey know that you sleep with Heather a lot and she used to sleep withat least half the team, and now all of a sudden she doesn't anymore. Soit's like twenty jealous boyfriends spurned, all out for revenge. Plus,everyone seems to think you have a ten-inch penis, even though it'sreally just a shade under eight. And a lot of guys are very jealousabout that, too."

Alan looked at Christine. "How does she know all that? Especially that last part. That's very private!"

Christine gave a wry, conspiratorial smile. "She's good. But listen to the rest of her story."

She smirked, thinking, It's true; he just confirmed it!Eight inches! Statistically speaking, that's very impressive. He's such arelentless horndog. I bet I'm going to end up touching it one of thesedays, if only to get him to stop pestering me!

Alan turned back to the mousy but not unattractive Michelle.(Between her dark glasses and her extremely baggy clothing, it was hardto tell what she really looked like.) He realized that in making that"very private" comment, he'd all but confessed the true length of hisdick, but it was too late to take that back.

He thought, It's not a big deal if anyone knows, but I'm not being my usual sharp self today. Focus, man, focus!

Michelle said, "Um, okay. So Gary really doesn't want to takepart in whatever plan this is. They're going to go ahead without him.Even though he hates you, he doesn't want their plan to succeed. I thinkthey're going to do something else involving homosexuality and heworries it'll reflect badly on him. Most of those players are sohomophobic it's not even funny, and he naturally doesn't want it to getany worse if they witness homosexual acts firsthand."

"So he's going to help us stop them?" Alan asked hopefully.

"No. Not really. I'm sure he doesn't want his friends tothink he's a snitch. I think he was trying to give me just enoughinformation so I could do something to make sure the plan doesn't work,but not enough information to get his friends in trouble. I've saved hisass many times in the past and he thinks I can do it again."

"So wait. He knows you're talking to me?"

"No. He would probably be really angry at me if he knew aboutthat. He was more coming to me for advice, trying to figure out how toget out of the jam he's in. He calls me a 'sharp cookie.' But he didn'treally give me enough info for me to figure out what's going on. Doesany of this make sense to you? Have you heard of some plot against you?"

"No. Well, in a general way I've known some of the guys onthe team are out to get me. They've attacked me a couple of times, whichI assume you might have heard about, since you know so much. But Inever thought they'd go to the extreme of wanting to do... well,whatever it is they're doing. I don't know. But it doesn't sound good atall! Did he tell you anything else?"

"Nope. That's it. He didn't even tell me that much. He wasmore like, 'I've got this problem. Some football players want to use meto help get back at Alan. I don't care a rat's ass about that freakishnerd, but I don't want to help in the way they want me to. What do Ido?' Those were pretty much his exact words. I inferred most of the restand added what I already knew about you and him and his friends."I think you should take a look at lightsnovel.cοm

"Wow. Thanks, Michelle. Thanks a lot. Is there anything I can do to repay you for helping me out so much?"

There was a long pause, but finally Michelle just smiled and said, "Nope. Just be cool and stay safe. Watch your back."

"Okay. I will. Thanks again!"

"No problem!" Michelle waved, adjusted her glasses, then trotted off.

Alan mumbled to Christine, "So that's one of your team of 'Goody-goodies,' eh?"

In his mind, some dialogue from his dream ran though his head. First, his cry: "I'm going to re-coat your face with a fresh new load!" And then Christine's reply: "Do it! I love it!"

He wanted to crawl under a rock and die even as he failed toget the image of her face splattered with cum out of his mind. The sightof her mouth straining around his dream-enhanced, extra-huge penis alsoseemed permanently burned into his brain, even though it never happenedin real life. If she only knew I'm a complete sexually-obsessed freak, she would run away from me as fast as her legs could carry her!

Christine visibly relaxed once Michelle was gone. She stayedwhere she was, looking down the hallway, but said to Alan, "I thinkwe're okay. I didn't see a single person looking down the hallway."

"Well, if there could have been problems if someone saw me with Michelle, why didn't we meet in a safer location?""Because there's no time! Michelle is good at reading people,as you can tell. And she got the sense that something is going tohappen really soon. Maybe even later today."

"Oh shit. What should I do?"

Christine looked him in the eyes. "I've noticed that thenumber of your male friends has fallen off to almost zero lately, andall of them are just fair weather friends except for Sean and maybePeter. So I'm going to follow you around as much as I can. Get Amy andKatherine to help, too. Actually, it's much better to have females withyou, because other guys they can punch, but girls they won't know whatto do with. Hopefully they have some decency and the presence of afemale may give them second thoughts. Plus, us girls are really good atscreaming for help." She smiled as she added that last point.

He smiled in gratitude, but then the full meaning ofeverything she said hit him. "Wow, you don't pull your punches, do you?That's pretty harsh about my male friends."

"Hey, I call them as I see them," she replied with a shrug. "Don't you want me to be honest with you?"

He thought, I don't even want to begin to imagine how manynew holes she'd tear into me if I told her about my titfucking fantasy.She may have a thing for me, but I'm sure her fantasies are nothinglike mine! He thought sarcastically, Her fantasies probably have alittle more of candles and moonlight and soft music, and a little lessof titfucking on a desk in front of all your classmates.

Snapping back to attention, he nodded.

She said, "You're a sitting duck! You need protection, unlessyou want to get your butt kicked. You need somebody to help you who hasserious fighting ability."

He stood there trying to figure out who that could be.

Annoyed at his inability to draw the obvious conclusion, sheadded, "For instance, someone with some serious martial arts training."

A light bulb went off in his head. "Hey. If I remember right, don't you take martial arts classes a couple of times a week?"

She gave a bashful yet proud smile. "Yeah. I guess I do." Finally, he figures it out. Sheesh! I swear, his IQ falls by half around busty women.

Then, dramatically, she stepped back and kicked the air acouple of times. He thought it was a highly impressive display ofmartial arts prowess. One of her kicks was so high that it could havesmashed his nose.

He imagined several very stunned football players falling tothe ground after being on the receiving end of kicks like that. He wasalso impressed with the fierce passion with which she delivered thekicks, a passion that seemed to come out of nowhere and then disappearedjust as quickly when the kicks were over.

She turned back to him and said with a casual smile, "Looks like you've got yourself a bodyguard."

"Looks like." He smiled back. "God, Christine, you're a totallifesaver. That may even become true in a very literal way if I getattacked. You and your remarkably knowledgeable and perceptive friends!Amazing. 'We're good at screaming for help,' my ass! I want to know justone thing, though. How did Michelle know about my real penis size, andjust how widespread is that knowledge?"

"That was actually from Kim the cheerleader. A bunch of girlswere sitting around gossiping about your supposed ten-incher, and shesaid, 'No, it's not! It's only seven and seven-eighths inches.' Thatseemed curiously specific, and I understand she seemed embarrassedafterwards for letting that slip out, so one of my friends told me aboutit and I filed it away as being the probable truth. Statistically, it'smuch, much more likely than the larger number. But most everyone stillseems to believe the ten-incher rumor."

She abruptly switched topics. "As an aside, you do seem tohave a lot of, how shall we say, intimate friends, don't you? Just howmany of these 'helpers' have you got?"

He blushed. He was surprised at how often he'd blushed that day. It just seemed to be one of those days. Iknew she was notorious for speaking her mind, but I didn't realize thateven extended to talking so freely about the size of my dick. And my"intimate friends." Jesus! Talking to her is actually a bit scarybecause there's no telling what she might say next. AND it looks likeshe could totally physically kick my ass. I sure don't want to crossher!

He ignored her last question and replied to the first one."Yeah. I guess I do. Thanks again. How can I repay you for yourkindness?" He was so frazzled and busy thinking that he didn't evennotice she had her hand over her mouth and was blushing profusely.

She had a bad habit of speaking first and only realizing theconsequences of her words later. She could scarcely believe that she wasactually talking to Alan about his penis size and eagerly leapt at hischanging of the subject. She shook her head dismissively while lookingaway. "Stop saying that. You ever hear of people just being nice becauseit's the right thing to do and because they care?"

"Unfortunately, not too often. But in your case, I could never doubt your sincerity. So what do we do now, chief?"

"You hurry to your next class. I hear you've been doing that alot today, and not always successfully, I might add. When class isover, just linger in your classrooms for a minute or so, and I'll bethere to escort you to the next one. I can't always make it, but when Ican't we'll find you a substitute or two. Actually, Sean is fairly buff;he's almost as muscular and handsome as you. He'd make a goodbodyguard, so you should get his help. Sorry if I harshed on yourfriends, by the way." She still tried to hide her face and herembarrassment.

He thought, She knows I was late to first period and that Iwas talking to people in the halls and barely making it to class ontime. Just how much else does she know about me?! Could she even beaware of what I was doing to Heather and Simone before school? She's gotthis whole friggin' "Goody-goody" spy network. Dang! That network coulddefinitely be a double-edged sword for me. What if they overhear myloose-lipped sisters make some kind of incestuous comment to each otheror to someone in-the-know like Kim, and word gets back to Christine? Idon't even want to think about it.

He also made note of the way she dropped the "handsome" compliment in there. She'sblunt and yet she can be subtle, too. I can't say I really understandher, but I sure would like to get to know her better. Making love to thereal Christine would be infinitely more interesting than making love tothe meek living-sex-doll version of Christine in my daydreams. Shame onme for ever thinking of her like that.

But he merely said to her, "No problem. Thanks. Again. Wow.You're great." Without even thinking, he gave her a hug. But just asunexpectedly, he pulled away.

She shot him a frustrated look that he interpreted to mean, Then why, Alan, don't you want to be my boyfriend?

He didn't know how to respond to that, so the two of themwarily headed to his next class. He had visions of getting gang raped bya bunch of football players who could leap out at him from the shadowsat any moment. There was an attack coming, and there really was nothinganyone could do to stop it until it happened. It was almost worse toknow a little than to know nothing at all. For the first time in hislife, he was truly afraid.

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