Archive-name: School/lngwknd1.txt Archive-author: Destrad Archive-title: Long Weekend, The Chapter One The bell rang. Half the class jumped to their feet, while the rest wrote franticly, in a vain attempt to answer that one last test question. Then there was me. Having finished fifteen minutes earlier, I was reading the final couple pages in the new Piers Anthony book I picked up the day before yesterday. Loathe to put it down and knowing this was the last period before lunch, I spent another couple minutes and finished it. So much for Mr. Friedman's history class, and so much for another book. Being a senior, I only had one more class after lunch, photography. After that a four day weekend awaited. President's Day, or in this case days was the cause. The school administration in their infinate wisdom decided to lump the two together. A day off is of course a day off and I didn't mind. Not that I had any special plans, perhaps check out a couple used book stores, or work on programming the computer game I never seemed to finish. With my parents overseas on buisness for another couple weeks I could pretty much do as I pleased. All in all it was going to be just another boring weekend...little did I know. Reaching down, I shoved my recently finished paperback into an overflowing backpack. With a little stretching and pulling I managed to zip it closed. I stood up, and promptly managed to bump into one of those last to finish who were hurrying to lunch. Books and paper cascaded to the floor in a random fashion, while I tripped and landed flat on my face. Looking up, I was exposed to an unexpected delight. Standing over my head at just the right angle was Heather Fergusson. Heather was one of those wet dreams half the school had. She had a perfect slim body with all the appropriate curves. Her long blond hair came down to just below her waist accenting the rest of her figure. As to her face, with all the makeup she usually wore, Heather managed to always have that sexy "I want it look". The fact that her parents were filthy rich and had given her a BMW for her seventeenth birthday didn't hurt matters. She also by popular acclaim was on the cheerleading team. Didn't do to well in school, but then again most guys on the football team weren't doing that well either. Today she was wearing a just past belly button length loose fitting ruffled white blouse, a mid-thigh blue denim skirt, white socks, sandals, and lacy pink panties. Oh yes definately those. From my undignified position on the floor I was able to look straight up at them. Slowly my eyes had followed her long lithesome legs up until they reached there apex at them. Closer inspection showed the outline of her slit which was barely visible as a ridge down her pubis, and a few fuzzy hairs that were peeking out under the edges. The color of which proved beyond a doubt that she was a "true" blonde. More than slightly embarressed at the view I skooted back, only to reveal and even more enticeing one, as she leaned down to pick up her dropped books. Her blouse had opened forward directly over my face, revealing the utter lack of a bra. Naked to my sight were her fully formed breasts. While not huge they were amply endowed, and I traced their curves longingly. Her pert little nipples were erect and sent a shiver down to my now raging hardon. The sight lasted but a second to be replaced suddenly by Heather's face. She had a definate smirk on as she said, "You better look were your going from now on," with a little too much emphasis on "look". Tongue-tied I barely managed to mumble a sorry being fairly much in shock. Seeing I was not going to be of any help she reached over me to pick up the rest of her papers. Her blouse again fell forward giving me an even better view of her naked bodice. Her rounded breasts were absolutely perfect as they swayed with her every movement. In total rapture I could but watch the show dumbly. Having picked up her papers, she walked away a couple steps and turned back toward me. Bringing one hand up to her face she blew me a kiss then slowly and sensuously licked her lips. Heather spun on her heels and with a definate shake of the hips quickly left the classroom, leaving me in a dazed shock with a rather uncomfortable and even more embarrassing condition. Pulling myself up off the floor I noticed a small white envelope underneath my legs. Figuring it must have dropped with the rest of Heather's papers I picked it up. Indeed it did say Heather on the outside, however, she was long gone. Perhaps I could catch her at lunch to return it, then again considering the current condition of my dick when I saw her again in class on Tuesday would be soon enough. Kneeling down in front of my backpack to help cover my stiff member I unzipped the backpack's zipper again to deposit the letter. I also made a show of rearranging my schoolbooks to give certain portions of my anatomy a chance to cool off. When I was done I exited the classroom. After picking up my boxed lunch and exchanging books at my locker, I settled down for a long lunch. I tried without much success to keep those brief and embarrassing images of Heather out of my mind as I ate. Thoughts of her breasts and panties keep flitting in an out of my mind making it impossible to concentrate on another dull lunch. Finally I finished eating and opened my backpack in search of something to pass the last few minutes of lunch, and get my mind off Heather. Unfortunately I had forgotten to bring a backup book and almost decided that I was out of luck. Then my eyes caught on the envelope. What the hell I thought Heather will never remember where she lost it. Making sure no one was looking in my direction, I brought it out and tore it open. A faint wiff of feminine perfume crossed my nose as it came open. Inside was a folded piece of notebook paper. Unfolding it revealed a few short lines of text and a map. I began reading. Another four day weekend is upon us and my boring parents are out of town. To celebrate I am having a slumber party! You and the rest of the cheer squad are invited to a weekend of swimming, games and other amusements. As last time swimsuits and nighties arn't needed! My place after school Thursday. See ya there! Dominique. Just then the bell rang for sixth period. I hurridly shoved the letter and envelope back into my backpack. About this time I noticed my member was again erect. With a little bit of maneuvering I managed to get to class without anyone noticing the bulge in my pants. Between images of Heathers luscious breasts and thoughts on the letter, I was out of it fantasizing what it would be like to see Heather and the rest of the cheerleading team totally in the buff. Luckily Mr. Mason hadn't much planned for the class and simply lectured on various outdoor photography techniques in preparation for next weeks lessons. Halfway through class I suddenly became much more intereseted in Mr Mason's lecture. He had changed topics and was discussing photographing wildlife, and how sometimes it was very useful to remain hidden from your quarry so as not to spook it. Putting one and two and three together I came up with six or maybe a perfect ten. This had definate possibilites. While I had already seen Heather's naked breasts, I wouldn't mind seeing the rest of her. Not to mention that the rest of the cheerleading team was almost as beautiful. Lets see there were Dominique, Beth, Christine, Sandra, Jennifer, Lisa and of course Heather. As I went through each name I brought up imagined picture of them sans clothes. Assuming they all showed up that would be seven gorgeous girls naked maybe more. Definate possibilities here. And as Mr Mason says "One should always be ready to capture the moment." Though this time cheating and using mom's camcorder with its telephoto lense setup would guarantee footages to last a lifetime. I still could of course take my 35mm camera for still shots. I almost missed the period ending bell being so deep in my plans. However it woke me out of my reverie and I hurried out to my old Buick not bothering to stop back at my locker. I had just remembered cheerleading was a seventh period class. Heather, Dominique and the others were stuck at school for at least another hour. If I hurried I could get home, snatch the neccessary equipment and beat everyone to Dominique's place, which according to the map was up in the hills just a few short miles from where I lived. --