I opened the door and walked into Liz's house, where a hormone-driven social event for high schoolers was in full swing. Loud music hit my ears, and multi-colored light beams hit my eyes, seemingly intent on blinding me, but after moving further in, I ended up in the pleasantly dim living room.
Initially, I hadn't wanted to go anywhere, and on top of that, Gwen was offended, having misunderstood my intentions. But a rolling stone gathers no moss. It's unlikely Stacy would let me expropriate her panties for the needs of the proletariat anytime soon. Here, though, I had a decent chance to pull off my plan. Even if it meant risking falling even further out of favor, losing a few loyalty points. But what can you do? Rewards won't earn themselves. And by getting stronger, I could protect not only myself but also one beautiful blonde.
Excited guys and girls were milling about everywhere. Some were dancing, others were hugging the walls in modest isolation – apparently Allan had decided to invite everyone regardless of their place in the school's social hierarchy. And of course, there were those who didn't miss the chance to get alone with the object of their interest. Such couples had claimed the sofas or secluded themselves in the bedrooms. As for the ones standing in a circle around a five-liter bottle, I won't even mention them.
"You actually came?" Liz's voice came from right next to me, appearing out of nowhere. The girl took my arm possessively and pressed her chest against my torso.
Blonde hair, an impressive bust, pleasant features, and plump lips painted with red lipstick. All of this would leave an indelible impression if her character were even a fraction closer to Gwen's.
"How could I ignore the request of such a beautiful lady," I wiggled my eyebrows, feigning intense interest in her person to achieve my pragmatic goal.
"Is that so? I'm flattered," Allan's lips stretched into a smile. "Want a glass of punch?" She demonstratively took a sip from a glass and handed it to me, leaving a lipstick mark on it.
"I prefer oolong tea, actually," I politely declined her offer. "And what's the hurry? We have the whole night ahead of us."
"My, you've changed. You used to be so shy. The moment you tear yourself away from Gwen's apron strings, you become so manly," she cooed, running her hand along my pectoral muscles.
"I was never pressed against her chest," I refuted the vulgar insinuation.
"How sad. She keeps you close but won't even let you enjoy the benefits? Then, maybe I can compensate for such a regrettable oversight?" Liz asked playfully, unbuttoning another button on her blouse and pressing against me even harder, making her twins seem to increase in size.
Persevere, Levi! You're not some puberty-stricken nerd, but a samurai with only one goal: to snatch some panties and survive in this goddamn world. I glanced at her luxurious body and casually placed my palm on her firm butt.
"I'm not that easy! You'll have to work for it!" I turned my face away from the tempting offers.
"Your hand is much more honest than your tongue. Although such a nimble little tongue could find use in some interesting areas," Liz purred in my ear. Looks like I'm not the hunter here after all…
Swallowing thick saliva and calming the tremor in my body, I took the glass of punch from the girl and took a couple of brave gulps to ease the sudden nervousness.
"Pfft, what is this stuff?!" I exclaimed, wiping my mouth with my sleeve.
"Ahahaha, did you really think it was just punch? My god, we're not kids. We're partying like adults, you can't do without hard liquor!" she laughed merrily, before explaining the rules of such gatherings in a lecturing tone.
"No, I suspected the drink wasn't ordinary, but this is some kind of harsh rotgut. Did you steal your grandpa's moonshine from his stash?!" I protested righteously, feeling my head go fuzzy.
"We don't have potions that strong. We just mixed whiskey and vodka," Liz said boastfully, breaking into another smile.
"I'm not feeling so great," I complained about the hellish brew's detrimental effect.
"A real goody-two-shoes who's never tasted the pleasures of adult life, huh? Never thought I'd enjoy corrupting innocent boys. You need to sit down. Let's go to my room, there's a very soft bed there. I'll also initiate you into other mandatory elements of these get-togethers," the blonde said, pulling me in an unknown direction.
My virginity is under threat! Unfortunately, I was too out of it to break free from her strong feminine grip. Everything was blurry, my legs were weak, and my body signaled intoxication with mild nausea.
The next moment, I found myself in a different room, as if my brain had rebooted for a couple of minutes. I felt the soft surface of a mattress under my back and a pillow under my head. Apparently, Liz had managed to drag me to her room after all. Wait, where did my shirt go?
"Honey, how are you?" I heard a voice from above.
Looking up, I discovered Allan sitting on top of me in a cowgirl position. Was I about to get laid? Fortunately, my pants were still on, so I hadn't been defiled yet.
"Did I wander into a rodeo?" I joked, not knowing what to do in this situation. Things seemed to be going my way, but a feeling of wrongness wouldn't leave my head.
"In a sense. I think one stallion needs to be broken in," she quipped provocatively, biting her lip seductively.
"Wait!" I tried to stop the girl from making hasty moves. "Let me make you feel good first. You were interested in my tongue, weren't you?"
"Oh, so you are a true gentleman!" Liz smirked slyly, climbing off my hips.
The girl got off the bed, slipped off her jeans, stood on the floor, and crooked her finger in a summoning gesture. Message received, they expected me to kneel.
"Am I to become a knight?" I asked, positioning myself near the temptress's feet, hinting at the well-known knighting pose.
"First drink from the holy grail, warrior," Allan licked her plump lips sexily, recognizing the reference.
"The order is harsh, but I am a law-abiding subject," I chuckled briefly, lulling her attention.
"Be a good doggy," Liz said commandingly, looking down at me. "I'm sure you've dreamed of this opportunity for a long time. Too bad the nerd Gwen would never let you fulfill your secret desires."
Secret desires? I only desire your panties. We'll see who ends up screwing whom here, girl.
"Don't speak badly about Gwen. She's… just not ready yet," I looked away shyly, casting the bait.
"Oh sure, I know the type. They all look so proper on the outside, but they really love using people without giving anything in return," the hostess snorted. "At least I'm honest about my intentions."
"She's not l-mmf—" my objection was cut off as she sharply pressed my head between her lush thighs.
"Better use your tongue for its intended purpose. I'm tired of empty chatter!" Liz demanded in a tone that brooked no argument.
What does this insolent woman think she's doing?! I'll show her!
I reached for the girl's black lace panties and began slowly sliding them down her captivating legs. When I got to her knees, she couldn't wait and pressed her core against my lips, then started moving rhythmically up and down. I had to pause for a moment and play along to lull her into complacency. The girl purred contentedly, running her hands through my hair.
I was being brazenly used, mistaken for a virgin willing to do anything for access to a female body. It was annoying that I had to temporarily play by her rules to get the desired piece of women's clothing. The sacrifices you make for power my father never dreamed of.
Soon Allan's legs trembled, and her hand pressed my mouth harder against her pussy. A moment, and I was showered with the spray of her sharp juices. This was my chance! While Liz was in ecstasy, I continued pulling her underwear down her shaking legs.
"The thief picks the lock, so quietly steals the stock" – I hummed mentally, doing my dark deed.
Finally, I had to push Liz onto the bed to whip the lace away with a deft move. My preciouus!
"Oh, god," Allan moaned, lying on the bed. "That's a first for me. For a virgin, you're really good," she finished blissfully, slowly coming to her senses.
"Glad to hear it. By the way, I can surprise you even more, but you'll have to wait a couple of minutes," I replied, preparing my escape route and discreetly pocketing the panties.
"Okay, I'm ready to wait for my valiant lick… knight," she murmured, licking her lips.
Pausing for a second to glance at the tempting body of the blonde, I mentally exhaled, overcoming the lustful daze, threw on my shirt, and turned towards the exit.
No sooner had I stepped out and closed the door behind me than a familiar figure popped up right in front of me, completely blocking the way. Damn, I hate jocks.
"Hey, Flash," I greeted the girl's soon-to-be-ex, because after me, she probably wouldn't want anyone else.
"What were you doing in Liz's room?" the muscle-head asked dumbly, fixing his gaze on me. Seems he's not as stupid as the whole grade thinks.
"Liz's room? Really? I thought it was the bathroom," I stated with a straight face and patted the big guy on the shoulder. "Well, see ya, Flash. Catch you later."
Levi did his deed and quietly made his exit…
Flash Thompson had been on edge all week. His girlfriend, with whom things had been heading towards intimacy, suddenly got difficult and distant. After that, the guy had caught her talking to other guys several times. Contrary to popular belief, Flash wasn't a complete idiot. He just didn't really like to think.
Even his limited understanding was enough to grasp a simple fact: she was trying to make him jealous. It wasn't like he hadn't given her any reason to be upset. As a prominent member of the football team, the guy wasn't short on female attention. Sometimes it was really hard to ignore the hot girls just begging to hang on his neck.
That would make any normal man's ego skyrocket, making it hard to stick to just one. And it was on this very slip-up that Liz Allan had caught him, seeing him secluded in a closet with the cutest of the cheerleaders.
While at first the guy had hoped for leniency from his girl, he soon realized his goose was cooked. She acted like she wasn't afraid at all of losing his attention. Unthinkable! The very idea didn't fit in the athlete's muscular head and left him genuinely bewildered. His previous girlfriends, even when noticing signs of cheating, would always let it slide. But this time, it was an irresistible force meeting an immovable object.
When Liz decided to throw a party, Flash reasonably assumed she needed an excuse to apologize and reconcile. For this reason, the guy felt relaxed, a condescending smile never leaving his face. Imagine his surprise when Allan not only didn't seek his favor but latched onto some rando. Thompson expected a blow from any side, knowing that the guys on the team would never risk secretly dating his girl. Who else could Liz have found to carry out her revenge plan?
Well, reality had once again punched the arrogant footballer in the gut. She had targeted one of the nerds. You didn't need to be a genius to understand her reasons. Deprived of female attention, the geeks simply couldn't resist the beauty of popular girls. After all, the maximum they could hope for was dusty books, not the seductive curves of sexy blondes.
And if she had chosen a typical representative of the nerd caste, Flash would have known what to do – invite him behind the school for a dose of medicine. Alas, not everyone has the last name Parker. Into the ranks of the honor students, like a wolf into a flock of sheep, had enrolled Levi Stone. Thompson had once tried to test his mettle, but not only failed to assert his authority, he ended up with bruises all over his face. And when Flash tried to solve the problem with some backup, a police car pulled up to the school gates. Damn those dishonorable nerds who hide behind a woman's skirt and absolutely refuse to observe martial ethics. The guy almost choked on his indignation at such injustice. He wanted to settle things like a man, and in return, he got dirty tricks.
Because of that unfortunate past experience, the guy wasn't too keen on confronting that despicable coward. Especially alone. And his support group still remembered the process of having their backgrounds checked at the police station, where they were held for hours on suspicion of illegal activities. Allegedly, there were descriptions very similar to them matching an organized group that had recently robbed a jewelry store.
All evening, Flash carefully watched his girlfriend, hoping she wouldn't end up an ex. For a long time, things were calm and quite decent, so the guy relaxed, assuming his fears were overly pessimistic. But the moment he got distracted for five minutes to have a beer with his friends, Liz vanished. He immediately became alert and started asking around if anyone had seen where his darling had disappeared to. Time slipped through his fingers during the questioning, and Thompson knew perfectly well where pretty girls disappeared to at parties like this. Being experienced, he himself had pulled such disappearing acts more than once. Unfortunately, this time, it wasn't him disappearing into the back rooms of someone else's house.
By the time he finally got one of the invited girls to talk, at least a few minutes had passed. Rushing in the direction she indicated, he missed the object of his suspicions. A mistake? Maybe he misread the situation, and the nerd just flipped through a photo album with her, and not understanding the significant hints, thought the library reading room was way more interesting than girls bursting with excitement? Or did Liz know her limits and was afraid to cross the line? Quite possible. After all, such an act would mean a final breakup, and no sensible girl would do that.
Nevertheless, for some unknown reason, the anxiety didn't disappear; on the contrary, it grew exponentially. Snapping himself out of his sticky thoughts, he knocked and, without waiting for an answer, burst into the holy of holies of absolutely any girl. Thompson knew from experience that it was easier to get under a woman's skirt than to wait for an invitation to her room. That was partly why he didn't believe Levi could have been granted such an honor.
Remembering too late that he was the one now bursting into the sacred sanctuary, the guy prepared to apologize for his rudeness and blatant disrespect.
"Liz, sorry, I just…" the guy began automatically, before his gaze focused on the display. And it deserved special attention.
Liz, his beloved darling, was lying on the bed with a blissful expression on her face and her legs spread wide, not covered by a single scrap of clothing. A sudden glint from the wall sconce reflected off the smooth surface of her most intimate part, flashing in Flash's eyes as if he had carelessly stared at the bright sun on a clear summer day. While the footballer was trying to refocus his eyes, experiencing a sharp spike in blood pressure, the hostess came to her senses, discovering a foreign element in her doorway.
Her first reaction was surprise, instantly replaced by shock and embarrassment. She groped around on the bed for something to cover her shame, but her palm found only emptiness. Then, another reaction kicked in – aggression.
"Ahhhhh! Turn away, you damn pervert!" Liz screamed loudly, finally thinking to wrap herself in a blanket.
"Uh-er, well, I…" Flash, even in such an embarrassing situation, didn't forget to maintain the image of someone who had put all his stat points into physical strength. In other words, he meaningfully mumbled something incoherent, unable to decide how to react to the situation.
By this time, several brave souls had gathered at the bedroom door, ready to help neutralize the dirty scoundrel who dared to attack a defenseless girl. A damsel in distress – a classic trope that never leaves any self-respecting male indifferent. The female contingent also showed solidarity, preparing to rescue their friend from trouble.
So, by the time Thompson figured out where he was, who he was, and where he was going, a considerable crowd had gathered around him. Witnesses were ready to testify, the concerned parties were warming up their fists, ready to beat the villain, and a flock of women, like cats, had extended their fake nails for an attack on the enemy's face.
The crowd was waiting for a spectacle and a chance to unleash a wave of condemnation. The only thing they lacked was a clearly defined target, because so far the situation seemed ambiguous, and it wasn't entirely clear what had actually happened. And soon the crowd got both the reason and the go-ahead.
"Damn, this, this…" Allan was catching her breath, "HE STOLE MY PANTIES!!!" she screamed hysterically.
"Get him, guys!" a shout came from the peanut gallery. Later, no one would be able to identify who shouted first or who acted first. The only thing beyond doubt was that a minute later, Flash was pinned down by his own teammates, the very guys he thought he could always trust to watch his back.
"You scumbag!" one of the least attractive girls exclaimed, kicking Thompson in the balls.
Liz realized she had been misunderstood, but it was somehow awkward to correct the heated crowd now. Who knows, they might turn their anger on the victim herself. Fortunately for Levi, no one ever found out about his deed. A little later, Flash was mercifully forgiven at the request of the victim of the lewd theft and released. And from that day on, Liz Allan never bothered Levi again, giving him a wide berth.