Irish Fresh part 2
by Deman
Terry McKing walked out the main office. She had made it there earlier then expected, despite
her late night activities. At seven thirty in the morning she was already familiarizing herself with the school. She couldn’t help but notice the amount of students already there, especially since classes didn’t start until eight thirty. The ones there were the classic nerdy looking students. They were the ones with the big round glasses, and the pants far too high up their bodies. Most of them were guys, and Terry noticed how hard they were looking at her. She giggled at their gawking faces, and then she noticed the one or two girls hanging with them. They had the standard pure hatred look. All they saw was a dumb attractive girl who only got things with her hot sexy body. Terry loved those kinds of girls. She loved proving them wrong, and crushing their self-esteem, because Terry was actually pretty smart. It was a moment after seeing her peers that she ran into a skinny awkward girl in a jeans miniskirt and a white blouse under a sweater vest.

Terry couldn’t really explain why she was suddenly so attracted to this girl. She was skinny, toothpick thin, and didn’t have much of a bust. Her chest could almost be described as a vertical wall, almost. Then there was her hair. It was a dark red and had been put up in a messy loose bun. It wasn’t the type of girl that Terry was usually into, but this girl had something about her. It was while she watching her new instant crush, Terry had run into her soon to be new best friend. His name was Mick Hanson.

Mick Hanson was the local bad boy in town, although he was a pretty nice guy. Terry looked him up and down for one second and took mental note. She noted his short slicked back hair, the crucifix earring and smell of some expensive cologne. He may have been a bad boy, but he was also a rich boy.
“Hey there pretty lady.” he said putting on fake charm.

Terry decided to walk away from him instead of humouring him.

“I’m not hitting on you.” he said. “I was there last night when you did that to Amanda. I found it amusing. You’re new here right, let me show you around.”

“Sure, I could use a strong strapping lad like you to protect me.” Terry joked. “I’m Terry, Terry McKing.”

“Mick Hanson.” he said.

The two of them shook hands, as agreeing to a deal. Then the two of them made their way around the bend. Terry looked back as they turned, and found that her crush was gone. Then she saw a look that brought a sadistic joy to her face. One of the girls that had been giving hateful looks before now had a look of sickening disappointment. It was clear to her that she liked Mick, and the thought of the new girl getting him before her probably hurt like hell for the girl.

“So Mick, how many girls have you done it with in this school?” Terry asked wanting to get more information out of him.

“Six girls.” he said looking up for a moment. “The girls really like the bad boy thing.”

“I’m sure they do, I’m sure they do.” said Terry. “But, six is nothing.”

“Six is nothing? Well then how many girls have you had?” he said mockingly.

“Let’s see. Five at home, two on the plane here, one in the air port, three at my cousin’s wedding, one here and finally two at during camp. So that’s fifteen.” she said boasting. Mick couldn’t help but smile.

“Ok, fair enough.” he said. “So what was Amanda like? I heard from the guys that she’s a wild cat in the sack.”

Terry stopped and started to laugh. She held herself under breast for nothing else, other then dramatic effect. “She’s a wild cat? In the sack? Yeah right. She was a virgin.”

It was Mick’s turn to stop and laugh. “She was a virgin? Seriously?” Mick asked.

Terry nodded and Mick began laughing again. All the while he was using his height difference to stare at Terry’s breast. They were quite hypnotic. Terry of course knew what he was doing and allowed it. The rest of the tour went by uneventfully, with brief fits of giggles about Amanda.

When the bell rang Terry had made just in type for her first class, Gr. 11 biology. The teacher was a very attractive Latino woman with a large breasts and a thin frame. She had long black hair that reached half way down her back. Terry had to take a moment to breathe or risk soaking her panties. The teacher, Ms. Garcia, took a moment to give a run down of the class to Terry then instructed her to sit down in the one empty seat. That one empty seat happened to be right next to Terry’s Crush. As far as the day was going, Terry thought it was going great, greater then she thought,

It only took a few moments after sitting down, that she learned her crush’s name. Her name was Rebecca Hanson. Terry was too smart to think it was just a coincidence. And it wasn’t. Rebecca happened to be Mick’s twin sister. Terry couldn’t help think how serendipitous this was; she had a crush, that honestly she couldn’t understand, and her newest friend just happened to be her brother. And then there was the feeling, the feeling she had when looking for prey.
“So Rebecca, are you into girls?” Terry boldly asked not drawing attention to anyone else but Rebecca. “Don’t try to deny it, I can smell it one you.”

Rebecca couldn’t hide the blush on her face. It was true, Rebecca was into girls, always had been even since grade school, but she wasn’t open about it. A girl as unpopular and awkward looking as her couldn’t afford that kind of ridicule.