The next day was uneventful. The only vaguely interesting thing to Heather was cheerleading practice. The girls practically ran things themselves for the coach was there in name only. Ashley Neeson was the football coach’s 24 year old trophy wife whose only qualification for the job was her last name. She was usually late for practice and spent most of it glued to her phone. The only good aspect of her leadership was that she wasn’t a martinet like the last coach and would let them rest their injuries. Today it seemed like the whole squad had a sore ankle or smashed wrist, so practice was light dance routines and a few new chants. When they were finished, Brad texted her that he’ll be riding with someone else.
The following day was as uninteresting as the last. At the afterschool Yearbook meeting Heather was looking through the previous year’s edition when stumbled upon the picture of Joe Stevens.
“Good lord look at him!” She gasped.
“What’s up?” asked her friend Rachel.
“My math tutor. I thought he was a slob, but I figured he’d at least try to look good for his picture.”
“Ewww you sat in room alone with him?” Rachel looked repulsed by the image.
“It looks like he rolled out of bed just before the picture.” Said Heather.
“What’s the octopus on his shirt?” Rachel laughed.
“It says ‘Why vote for the lesser evil?’ Must be one of those stupid nerd jokes.” Heather hypothesized. She turned the page and Rachel lost interest. For some reason she wasn’t happy about what Rachel had said. Also there was a nagging feeling that she had met Joe before.
Saturday night was always date night with Brad. They’d go out and hang with friends or catch a movie. Whatever they did the evening wasn’t complete without sex. This night they were in the parking lot of a bowling alley, not because they liked the sport but because certain parts of the lot had much needed privacy. They sat there in silence as Brad took swigs from a bottle of whiskey. Heather leaned over and began to rub his crotch. “What will it be tonight, dear? Hand, mouth or pussy?” She thought to herself. Brad looked at her with bloodshot eyes as if he heard her internal question.
“I wanna fuck you up the ass.”
“In the back seat?” she pointed.
“Nah, on the hood.”
Heather searched her purse and fished out a packet of lube and a small towel. Getting fucked on or next to a car was not comfortable. She lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties, balling them up and placing them in her purse. She then went outside and placed towel on the edge of the car where her hips would be taking a pounding. She then lifted up her skirt presenting her heart shaped ass to be violated by her drunken lover.
He began to rub his cock on her ass crack as she bent over. He poured lube on the tip of his dick and some around her asshole. She began to relax her sphincter muscles to allow him inside. She reached back and put her hand around his shaft to control the insertion and give herself time to dilate. After a minute, he was completely inside her. He stopped as if enjoying the moment and then started fucking. Heather crossed her arms under her shirt and began lightly pinching her nipples. His pace quickened and he slapped her ass causing a small yelp. He then put his hands on her slightly reddened ass cheeks and increased his motion. Heather turned her head to see her reflection in the windshield. She watched as her body bounced rhythmically and he began to pant, which meant he was close. She began to count down from 10, then felt him spasm and she felt a familiar warmth in her rectum.
“Only off by one second.” She thought.
“All done sweetie?” she asked.
Brad said something which Heather took as being a yes. He pulled out his dick and inspected it.
“I’ve got towlettes in my purse dear.”
Brad stumbled around the car to the passenger side and got in. Heather kept her skirt up and opened the driver’s side door. She then squatted next to the car holding the door for balance as she squirted cum out her butt onto the pavement. She then placed the towel on the seat before she sat on it. She turned to Brad who had already resumed drinking and smiled at him. In her perkiest cheerleader voice she said “thanks, that was so much fun.”
As she drove home she kept replaying the image of herself in the windshield in her mind. She thought about Brad’s closed eyes and wondered if it really mattered who he was fucking.
Monday afternoon was the second tutoring session with Joe. He was in pretty much the same outfit and unkept hair, only the subject matter on his t-shirt, a Japanese robot of some kind, was different.
“At least he cares about his hygiene.” She thought as she sat down. Joe was fiddling with his laptop keyboard when she came in.
“Sorry, I spilled coke on this thing and no matter how much I clean it, some of the keys are still sticky.”
Heather noticed next to the laptop was a large, thick sketchbook.
“You can draw?” she asked.
His eyes lit up.
“Yes. Do you want to see it?”
Out of politeness, more than interest, Heather said ok. He proceeded to show her a collection of black and white sketches of scenes and people from the school. Though the subject matter didn’t interest her, his level of ability did.
“We could use this in the yearbook if you want.” she said.
She decided to temper his feelings with a reminder of the homework. After the session, she asked him if she could show Ms. Timmons his work for possible inclusion. Watching her leave, Joe felt a warm glow of accomplishment. He stood up and did a slow dance around the room.
“She took it. She took it.”
“Who took?” asked a voice behind him. Embarrassed, Joe turned around to see it was Fred with a big grin on his face.
“Blonde girl? She beauty, you so lucky.”
Fred went about emptying the trash. He went back to his cart and brought back an industrial sized container of hand wipes and set it down on the table.
“Towel dispenser broken. This clean better than socks.”
The next day during lunch in Ms. Timmons’ room Heather took out Joe’s sketchbook.
“I have something we might be able to use in the yearbook.” She said while leafing through it.
It looks pretty good. Who did it?” asked Rachel.
“Joe, the math tutor.”
“Ewww him?”
“Nothing weird, just scenes from school.” Heather answered defensively.
“It’s just that… you know… it might encourage him.”
“OH MY GOD don’t even think it!” Heather reacted.
“Suit yourself, just warning you.”
Heather shook her head a little too emphatically, then embarrassed she ended the conversation by taking a bite of her sandwich. Secretly she was puzzled at why again she was so annoyed with her friend’s advice.
Wednesday yearbook meeting, Ms. Timmons was indeed interested in using Joe’s work in the yearbook and thanked Heather for connecting her with Joe. As she drove home after dropping off Brad, she received a text message from Rachel.
“OMG, I warned you about this guy.” Underneath was a link to a website. Heather decided to wait until she got home before checking the site. Her desktop was better protected and she didn’t want to risk any crap on her phone. When she arrived home, she received another text from Rachel.
“I checked his Facebook account and found out his pseudonym is ‘3rd Wolf’ on some sort of fan art site. Look for 366A in his gallery. 20,000 views and 3674 likes.” The text read.
Heather clicked the link and as Rachel said, it was a Science fiction/fantasy fan art site. His gallery featured clothed, semi-nude and explicit drawings of female fantasy characters, anime girls, and a few celebrities. Finally she found picture 366A. It was a nude blonde girl with blue eyes. She had sizable but not huge breasts and a slim figure. She had her hair braided and her mouth was half open with the tongue out suggestively. Her top had been pushed up to her shoulders revealing her breasts. She was pushing her breasts together and there was a dildo in her cleavage. Her legs were are apart and her pussy exposed. In the background there was a cheerleading outfit and a pair of pompoms. With the exception of the hair style, there was no doubt the picture was modelled on Heather.
Later that evening, Heather called her Uncle on skype. He noticed how upset she was and skipped the usual joke allowing her vent about what she had discovered. She sent him a link of Joe’s Facebook page and the fan art site. After unloading her feelings, she ended with “Why are guys like this?”
Bill looked at her for a few seconds before he responded.
“I remember when you first asked that question back in 5th grade.”
Heather paused.
“You told me that all the boys in your school were stupid and gross.”
“Oh now I remember, it was the incident on the monkey bars. I vowed never to wear a skirt to school again.”
“Do you remember my answer?”
Heather rolled her eyes in annoyance as she recited “It doesn’t change with age. Some are less stupid and gross in an effort to impress you.”
“Good memory, you were pretty upset that day too.”
“Yes they were so mean about it.”
“Heather, when I was in high school, the jocks would line up in a certain corridor and make extremely crude comments to all the girls. The fat girls got it the worst of course, but it was pretty bad for all of them. This being Texas and them being football players, it was more or less tolerated.”
“I know guys look at me; I can’t control what they think, but isn’t this just as bad as yelling it out loud in front of everyone?” Heather asked.
“The internet has become the corridor where even the meek can express their feelings.” Bill sipped his tea. “Did he send it to you? Did he put your name on it?”
“He hasn’t done anything.”
“He probably thought he was safe because you and your friends would never visit a site like that right? It’s a bit like accidently leaving out your diary and having your little brother read it.”
“What should I do? My friends are bound to know about it now.” She asked.
“Ask him to remove it.”
“What if he refuses?”
“Worry about that later. Just try it and don’t make any threats yet.”
Heather sighed. “By the way you didn’t answer my question, why are guys like this?”
“The great American philosopher Alfred E Newman once said the first thing a guy notices in a gal depends on if she’s walking towards or away from him.”
“Just answer my question!”
“Guys will always be like this and you won’t be able to change them. You don’t have to tolerate rudeness or harassment, just understand that that’s how they are wired. Watch his reaction when you confront him. He might even apologize.”
After Heather promised to play it cool and calm and just observe the results, Bill hung up.
“Hey Matt something happened that hasn’t in almost two years.” Bill turned around.
“What?” Matt said from the other room.
“A conversation with Heather in which Brad wasn’t mentioned once.”
The next day Heather decided she would confront Joe Monday. Though still angry, she was going to play it cool as Bill recommended. Her Calculus grades inched up to the B- level, so she knew she still needed help. She just didn’t want to see him. A week passed and another. Joe didn’t contact her. Did he know? Was he embarrassed? The picture was still up on the website, so either he didn’t care or was oblivious to the problem? Heather was tired of speculation and decided to get it over with on the next Monday session. As she walked down the hallway, she thought she saw Joe peeking through the doorway. There was some music playing. “If he plans on hitting on me, I’m going straight to the threats.” She said under her breath.
Fortunately there were no candies, candles or other romance inducing items in the room, so Heather relaxed a little. Joe quickly shut off the music.
“Long time no see, I thought you found a better tutor.” Joe said with a slight smile.
“You are a good artist who is proud of his work.”
Joe stopped smiling as if he already knew something was amiss.
“And you have every right to display your work.”
Joe sagged visibly.
“You know what I’m talking about right?”
“Yes, I’ll remove it before I go home. A made it a year ago, I never thought you would ever venture anywhere near that website. I thought no one knew it was of you.”
Heather almost said more, but looking at Joe’s face, her anger dissipated. She wasn’t sure what to do next. She had expected Joe would say “LOL FAT BITCH” like she had seen so many guys do on the internet when a girl wasn’t as compliant as they hoped.
“So do you still want help?” He asked.
“Sure” and she sat down.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/8uyc1q/heather_and_joe_part_2