TG ARCHIVES;'Erica Unleashed in High School #8'{EricA}( teen1 tg )[8!8] "Erica Unleashed" Erica Unleashed - Chapter 8
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It's me again, dear reader, EricA -- and while Alice (the more talented of the two) is still busy in a real-world sense and unable to devote any time to frivolities such as this, I was literally itching to write something. So, here is another installment in the life and times of the beautiful and sexy Erica the teenage temptress (who happens to still have some boy parts attached.)
All the usual disclaimers apply. These are fictional characters, don't try this at home, and support Nifty financially.
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Poor little Gracie was inconsolable. We'd gotten into something of a routine, her oldest brother Patrick delivering her to us so she could provide us with dinner, me with answers to my math homework, and my beautiful mom and me with entertainment. I watched as she did her hair and makeup, then changed into a sexy outfit I had laid out for her. She was needing less and less help from me. More importantly, she was taking on more and more of a sexy persona when we played this little game. Soon, she would have boys drooling for her almost as badly as I had her drooling for me. I hadn't figured out how, but I knew that someday she would be useful to me. Well, in addition to doing my algebra homework.
By now she knew my sexy stepmom and I had to be "doing it" -- even though we had never done it in front of her. And she knew Mom knew she and I were doing it. Grace was both friend and pet to me. Sociology experiment and sex toy. I loved her in a way -- not the way I loved Donna (or maybe my gorgeous hunk of a history teacher) - maybe more in the way I might love a pet kitten. So, why did I get a thrill out of the thought of hurting her?
I don't know. And frankly, didn't really care. Yes, she meant something to me, but not all that much. I knew I couldn't let myself get emotionally involved with her. Better to be the center of her universe while at the same time not caring whether she lived or died. God, what a bitch, right? Better to be the Alpha Female predator than anything else I could possibly imagine, and the only way to ensure my place at the top of the food chain was to not care if anyone else starved or not.
Of course this doesn't mean I was superior to Donna in any way -- but our love for one another meant those kinds of thoughts didn't apply to our relationship with each other. We were as one. She was teaching me to be just like her, while I was teaching Grace to be ... useful to me.
Gracie had just finished modeling her new outfit for Donna. I was showing her off as I would my own little girl .. or perhaps my prized pet. I told her every pretty girl needed a sexy LBD - a little black dress - and I'd just given her hers. Of course it would have to stay at my house for now, along
with the hosiery and shoes. Donna was suitably, and genuinely, impressed with all I'd accomplished with this scrawny and homely little ginger girl. Just as we'd returned to my room and Gracie was on top of the world, that's when I lowered the boom.
"You know, I think this bi thing with me was just a phase." Oh, the look on her face. Total confusion. Hadn't I just told her fifteen minutes earlier I'd never seen her more beautiful, or wanted her more badly? "I mean, I like you as a friend and all, but god, every time I see Patrick, I just .... can't help myself. I was meant to be a straight girl ... for a guy like him."
I could smile openly, my evil princess smile without worry. Gracie's eyes were too full of tears, her head spinning, and in no time her face buried against my shoulder begging me to love her. And it wasn't just some random guy from school who was taking me from her ... it was her own brother. Even though I had no specific plan in mind when I said it, the thought suddenly occurred to me -- I could use Gracie to destroy her own family. Could there possibly be anything hotter than that?
I let the dumb little bitch cry and babble a while before sitting her down on the edge of the bed with me and taking her hands in mine. I explained to
her that I'm confused myself .. that maybe I'm bi and maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm just frightened by the feelings I have for her ... but ... it would take time to sort it all out. Give the little bitch hope ... and a reason to keep doing my algebra homework for me.
"I'll understand if you want to quit coming here after work." Oh, she would have none of that .. she pleaded with me to let her keep coming, bringing us dinner, doing my homework. I "reluctantly" agreed, just in time to get her cleaned up and back to looking like the homely little loser she was before she met me. Then, to torment her just a little more, I exchanged email addresses with Patrick when he came to pick her up. She was looking at her big brother like she wanted to kill him .. and maybe someday she might. If I wanted it, how could she say no?
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I saw them again, along with the rest of the clan, at church the next morning. Donna and I were pretending to be good little Catholic girls, though I suspected we might soon start visiting the Lutheran church pastored by our neighbor, the good Reverend Hess. I chatted up Patrick in the parking lot after the service, pretty much ignoring little Gracie. She actually tried to intervene -- some bullshit about algebra, asking me if I had any difficulty with one of the homework problems. Secretly, I enjoyed seeing her struggle. Outwardly, I looked like I wanted to strangle her for interfering with my flirtation with her brother. Either way, she would pay dearly for that.
"So, Patrick.. as I was saying" I'd taken him by the arm to lead him away from his annoying little sister "I'd really love some pointers. I mean, I played some at my last school, but the coach wasn't really that interested in
teaching us anything." I'd just made a "date" of sorts with this not-unattractive senior to teach me how to play basketball. What better opportunity to tease a teenage boy senseless than to let him see my breasts bouncing around as I kept bumping against him, brushing against his cock at every opportunity? He said he'd pick me up in an hour and we could go to the school to play on the outside courts. After all, the goal at my house was just on the corner of the patio - plus, my mom would be there. As much as he had the
hots for Donna, I'm sure he thought his luck would be better if he could get me alone.
I could picture Gracie running into their house and slamming her bedroom door shut to collapse on her bed, crying into a pillow, because the girl she loved (me) didn't love her back. If I had the pussy everyone thought I had,
it would be positively drenched with my arousal. As it was, I was depending on the gaff I wore under my pretty Sunday dress to prevent any embarrassing secrets from slipping out. If Gracie only knew, I was the intended recipient of the first blowjob she'd ever give - but I had to wait until I knew my secret was perfectly safe with her.
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When we got home I rushed inside to change for my "date" with Patrick. It didn't require a lot of effort - I was already rather accomplished at looking sexy in whatever I wore, even if it was just some old athletic gear. The fact I so aroused by what I was doing was a stark reminder of how secure I needed to make sure the gaff would be. I was sure he would try to "cop a feel" (after all, I was planning to do the same to him) and while his emphasis should be on my breasts, I didn't want him to accidentally feel a penis down there where there wasn't supposed to be one. My beautiful sexy mom was helpful as always... checking to make sure it was still plenty secure and didn't need to be changed. I could tell she was a little worried for me, being "alone" with an older boy I intended to tease senseless, but she gave me a bit of encouragement by reminding me that if she wasn't sure I could handle myself (and him) she wouldn't let me go.
Besides, pretty girls always get what they want, right?
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Patrick was the perfect gentleman when he arrived ... and remained so during the ride to school. Though he didn't need it on a Sunday, he pointed out the parking decal on his car - the Senior parking area - enabled him to park close to the entrance .. he came as close as he could to offering to take me to school every day without actually saying it. I merely grunted - a distinctively ladylike grunt, of course - saying it's too bad he couldn't park closer to the Freshman wing. That dashed that hope... for now. Next year, I might have to find a Senior with a car ... that would certainly save my Mom a lot of trouble.
I don't know if anyone could use the outdoor court of if it was only for students and people who worked at the school. There were six basketball courts between the parking area and the practice baseball field, and a couple of
tennis courts nearby. There was only one older guy at the basketball courts, I didn't recognize him. And nobody was at the tennis courts. But - there was a group of people on the baseball field, to account for the dozen or so cars already there, and three more that arrived just behind us. A stark reminder of how much I hated Jacob - the guy who was technically my father, though I didn't think of him as such. The asshole wanted poor Eric to play baseball last summer, even though Eric hated sports and couldn't play anything good enough to be on a team.
I had to know.
"Looks like they're playing softball .. think they'll let us play with them?"
Oh, poor Patrick. He wanted some one on one time with me. And I wanted it with him, too... only, I had to see. I took him by the hand and led him to the ball field, even as more people were showing up. This time, it was a church van. A local church group (apparently with a big interest in softball) was using the field for practice. Thank goodness I'd worn something modest - I almost selected the T-shirt that said "Bad as I wanna be" but opted for the green and gold Notre Dame shirt to keep with the good little Catholic girl theme. The group was from a nearby Baptist church, and they certainly didn't have any problem letting us play with them as they barely had enough to field two complete teams anyway. Besides, I'm sure the guys wanted to both see more of me bouncing around on the field plus save us from the sin of being Catholic. Whatever.
The teams were mixed gender and the oldest players were probably in their mid 30's but most looked like high school or college student age. I'm pretty sure there was nobody younger than me. We both recognized some of them, though we didn't actually know them. Teams were picked, and both Patrick and I were wanted, though for entirely different reasons. He was recognized as being a local football hero, and I had big tits for a 14 year old girl. We ended up on separate teams. Sucks to be him, right? One little lovestruck boy on the other team said I could use his glove when they were at bat. I'd have to think of a suitable way to thank him later.
When asked what position I played, I just shrugged. Isn't right field where they always put people who can't play? That's where Eric would be put if he played, and though I was no longer the loser boy Eric, I still didn't know how to play softball very well. In a moment of self doubt (yes, hard to believe isn't it?) I just said I'd sit on the bench to start. "No, we don't practice that way.. we just have extra rovers in the outfield. Why don't you go stand behind third base." Third base? That's not right field, is it? Already, my confidence was building. I gave Patrick a little wink and jogged out to some non specific place I was supposed to stand and .. wait for the ball to be hit to me? This was becoming more of an emotional experience than I expected.
A flashback to a couple of years earlier ... a pathetic little loser boy named Eric standing all alone in right field .. his asshole father yelling "pointers" from the sidelines ... the boy praying the most sincere prayer of his life: "God, please don't let him hit the ball to me."
I almost left the field. After all, nobody was forcing me to do this.
A moment later, the ball was hit. On the ground. In my direction. I froze. The third baseman effortlessly scooped up the ball and threw it to first base, but unfortunately, the runner beat the ball there. The usual 'that's okay' and a reminder that even I didn't need that the possibility existed for a forced out on second. I almost prayed the ball wouldn't be hit to me, but I knew that given my recent history, God wouldn't be inclined to do me any favors.
Then it hit me. A reminder that I was no longer the loser boy Eric. That I was Donna's daughter Erica .. and just because Erica had never played softball didn't mean she couldn't excel at it. After all, the basketball coach was practically begging me to try out for the team, and .... crack! The sound of the ball being hit again, a high fly ball to right field that the loser stuck in that position was unable to catch. Saved by the rover who scooped up that one and fired it to third base, the runners were held on first and second.
And I smiled. Smiled, because I somehow knew the next one would come to me and I'd be ready for it. How could I possibly know these things? Because I was Erica .. Donna's daughter .. pagan princess .. future star athlete .. and because I fucking wanted it to happen and I get what I want.
Crack! The ball was hit, but not a fly ball hit directly toward me in the way I had imagined. It took a bounce then flew high over the shortstop's glove. I was already in motion and found myself in the right place at the right time to catch the ball without breaking my stride .. and I kept moving .. to tag the hesitant runner on his way from second to third base, then to tag second base before the runner from first could get there. Then, I fired the ball to first. The throw was a little wild and the runner was already "safe by a mile". Oh well ... that's something I'll need to work on, if I'm going to excel at softball, too.
By the time practice was over, I'd caught three fly balls and hit two home runs (In addition to my unassisted double play) and had a thoroughly frustrated Patrick on my hands. His "date" turned out to be ten Baptist boys and girls between 15 and 30, while the woman of his dreams (me) was making friends and having a wonderful time with the enemy. I'd lost count of the number of invitations to church I got, but none of them had the balls to ask me for a date. I found out two of the boys on my team, and three on the other, all attended the same school as me. The girls I didn't care about. Yet.
After we said our goodbyes to the softball team, silly Patrick asked if I was still up for some basketball. God, how he wanted to spend time with me. Too bad I promised Mom I'd be home several minutes ago. Or that when I texted her to ask if I could stay later, she adamantly refused and ordered me home right away. Of course, that was what I asked her to say. What a good mommy.
"So, how is it you play football and help out with the family business. Don't they both take a lot of time?" Frustrated Patrick was driving me home from my date with a softball team from a local church, and my plan to ruin his family's business was still forming in my devious little mind. He said it was a bit of a hardship, but everyone understood how important football was to him, and besides, he covered for them plenty when there were things they wanted to do. It sounded like the whole family was being stretched thin -- a house of cards just waiting for someone to come along and blow it over. Someone like me. "I think your sister has the hots for me." Said as nonchalantly as I might have mentioned a 20% chance of rain. Patrick, I'm sure, was a little shocked when I continued. "Did you know she was bi?"
"Uhhh.. I uh.. no."
I continued in my casual stride. "I mean, I wouldn't have a problem dating a girl, especially one who's as helplessly in love with me as she is.. but seriously? Grace? Can you picture the two of us together like that?" Poor Patrick, his brain must have been spinning one direction while his head spun the other. "I mean, seriously.. don't you think I'm just a tad too hot for someone like her?"
"Uhh.. y.. yeah.. definitely." He was squirming. That fucker. I knew he wanted me, but seriously, not one word in defense of his own sister? I guess that's just the effect I have on horny boys.
"Well, I gotta decide how to let her down gently .. I don't wanna hurt her,
you know. Maybe you could talk to her. Tell her I like guys. Lie if you have to. Don't tell her I think she's ... what's the word? Homely?" Patrick would be sure to bungle that one, but he agreed to talk to her when I snuggled up against him in the car and put my hand on his thigh.
I am SUCH a BITCH aren't I?
And totally unapologetic about it, too.
And then, we were home. "You still owe me some basketball lessons." I quickly kissed him on the lips then dashed into the house before he could respond.
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Once inside, I realized Donna was not home, but she returned a minute later.
"Don't be mad, baby.. but did you really think I was going to let you go anyplace with a senior without keeping an eye on you?" I was a little mad, I think. Not really mad, but .. feeling like she didn't trust me. "Rubbish ... I know the effect you have on teenage boys ... My concern is that YOU don't appreciate the effect you have. Drive one of them too far over the edge, and ... Well, I think it's time we signed you up for some self defense classes." I nodded.. probably not a bad idea. "And, aren't you glad your Mom got to see how well you play softball? I'm so proud of my baby girl." Hugs and kisses ensued.
No, I wasn't mad ... how could I ever be mad at her? Everything I am is because of her, and I love who I am.
Since the McCarthy family had no catering job that day, we had a day off from Gracie's corruption - though the homely little ginger girl did text asking if she could bring us some dinner anyway. I told her I wasn't feeling well from my outing with Patrick (ouch, did she have to be reminded of that?)
and since she already gave me my homework, there was no need for her to come over. Donna and I spent the evening doing research online and sketching ideas of how to turn our basement into a dungeon. After all, Jake would be home in a few days and there was much work to be done.. work we'd have to do ourselves and not let anyone else know about.