REPUTATIONS

They were the acknowledged king and queen of the school, and no one could understand why it had taken them so long to get together. Mark and Cheryl had checked each other out since junior high school, but things just hadn’t worked out until half way through their senior year.

Mark ruled the school and had since freshman year. He was captain of the football, baseball, and soccer teams. Girls fought each other to carry his books or just be around him. At six-three he towered over most of his classmates. What struck everyone was that he was a genuinely nice guy. More than once he had stopped his classmates from bullying others, he volunteered at this church and had nearly made Eagle Scout.

What he also had was a reputation with the ladies. Tales of his exploits and the size of his equipment were legendary. One story had him deflowering four of his sisters’ friends during a sleepover. Another that after one tawdry afternoon in bed a neighbor’s wife had left her husband in hopes of landing him. Supposedly, he single-handedly kept a local abortion clinic in business.

Mark laughed at all the stories, but didn’t do anything to dispel them. In fact, his penis was barely above average at six inches, and he was in fact still a virgin. Sometimes it bothered him, but mostly it didn’t. He went out of plenty of dates, but for some reason he just wasn’t in a hurry to do the deed. Disappointed girls never told on him, as they liked to imply they had scored with him, thus raising their social status.

Cheryl had been head cheerleader since junior high, president of each of her four high school classes, and was a straight-A student. She was everybody’s friend, even stopping to talk to the geeky kids from the chess club if she passed them in the hall. Queen of every dance, arbiter of social and fashion circles, she was in everybody’s eyes the perfect virgin ruler of the school and destined for greatness.

Like Mark, she also had a reputation, but of a different kind. No boy at Central High School had ever gotten more than a stolen feel of her hefty breasts through her clothes. No date with a Central boy had ever ended with more than a chaste kiss goodnight. She was respected for this, and so great was her charm and beauty that only the bravest and most confident dared ask her out. Also like Mark, she did nothing to dispel her image as the friendly, beautiful, virgin queen of the school.

But in reality, Cheryl was a sexual athlete. She had begun her sexual career with a friend of her father’s while only twelve. The experience had made her insatiable, but the social realities of a tarnished reputation made her seek her conquests elsewhere, always with older men and out of town. She had never had a lover less than fifteen years older. Since she was under age, none of them ever dared to spread rumors about her, so her reputation was safe, yet she could get all the cock she wanted.

Mark and Cheryl prepared for their date with the seriousness that such an occasion required.