6 Times a Day

Chapter 1095 Small !

Chapter 1095 Small !

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By the time Heather and Simone approached the classroom door, Christine was on her feet.

As they drew near, Christine eyed them, and particularly their chests, with great alarm. Katherine's words that Alan was only interested in girls who had chests with E-cups or larger was very much on her mind. She felt secure that she'd safely passed the bar with her own 38Fs - perhaps this was the first time she didn't regret having such endowments - but she could also tell that both Simone and Heather reached Alan's minimum standards, which very few other girls in the school did. If one added in the other basic requirements Katherine mentioned of having a fit body and pretty face, Simone and Heather were in an elite school group that could be counted on two hands at the most (and that number would have been cut in half had it not been for all the girls from rich families who had boob jobs).

The judgmental "Ice Queen" thought, I know for a fact that Alan is having sex with these two wanton hussies. He told me himself that he's having sex with Heather, and I overheard Simone say she was having sex with him too. But how can that be? He has better taste than that. Tell me it isn't so! She was terribly distressed both that he would have sex with girls with reputations like theirs, and equally distressed that they were so beautiful. Competing with such a combination of beauty and willing sexuality was daunting.

Christine had given up all pretense of just happening to be there, and from her body language it was clear that she was guarding the door to Glory's classroom.

Simone knew that Heather and Christine had hated each other pretty much ever since they'd first met, and certainly long before Alan was a factor. They were opposites in many ways and too similar in others (for instance, their quick tempers). However, Simone had more of a reputation of getting along with everyone, and besides, she and Christine had made a connection of sorts at the sex shop recently. So she tried to at least mediate between the two fiery blondes.

"Hello, Christine. Nice to finally talk to you face to face."

"The same, Simone," Christine replied, but the brittle frostiness in her eyes and in her voice told a different story. Her arms were crossed beneath her heavy breasts in a defiant gesture, which uncharacteristically emphasized the intimidating dimensions of her expansive bosom. At a time like this with Heather and Simone standing side by side, Christine was thinking much more about how Simone was Heather's best friend than she was about how Simone had helped her at the sex shop.

Simone continued, in a pleasant and casual voice, "We're looking for Alan. Do you know if he's in there?"

"What's it to you?" Christine coolly asked in a precise and measured tone. She felt very protective of Alan, wanting to keep him from these women. Even as she stood there she was mentally cursing them as "hussies" and "tramps," the kind of bad influence that she was sure he would want no part of. She continued to stare at their chests more than their faces, and with increasing alarm.

Heather understood Simone's attempts to mediate, but she didn't have much patience for it. She barked at Christine, "Get out of my way, you prissy Miss Manners. Since when did you become Alan's guard dog? WE have some very important business to attend to here!" Her arm shot forward.

At first Christine was tempted to use her martial arts training to grab Heather's arm in a way that would control her. She knew she could dominate Heather physically and longed to do it. But she had not sensed a direct attack impulse from Heather, despite Heather's obvious ill will toward her. She realized that Heather's arm would miss her, and the "important business" comment made her pause.

That let Heather get in several loud knocks on the door before pulling back. She smiled triumphantly over her small victory. Then she turned to Simone to deliver a snide comment about Alan and Glory being together behind a locked door, only to think better of it with Christine standing there.

There was an awkward pause as the three of them waited for someone to answer the door, with Christine still standing directly in front of it.

Christine looked Heather over from head to toe disapprovingly and then, with disgust dripping from every word, said, "What's with you today? You're dressed more like a whore than usual. I thought you were sent home earlier for outrageously violating the dress code yet again. I can't even imagine what you looked like before then! What, did you have to leave school for a quick trick with one of your many Johns?"

 Heather gave Christine such a confident, powerful, evil stare that almost anyone else would have blanched and looked away. But Christine held her ground and continued to contemptuously stare right back at her enemy.

Heather, though, was hardly fazed. She shot back, "At least I know what to do with a hot, tight body, and I know what sex is. You don't have the foggiest clue, do you? I almost feel sorry for a lonely little unfucked virgin like you." She melodramatically wiped away an imaginary crocodile tear.

"Hey!" Simone quickly butted in, realizing that jibe cut too deep. Heather was used to being called a slut and even a whore, but no one called Christine a virgin to her face. In fact, anyone who uttered any insult to Christine's face generally lived to regret it. Simone barked, "Everybody, cool it!"

Just then the door opened. It was Glory.

Christine, with lightning reflexes, managed to get out of the way as the door opened directly into the space where she'd been standing. She ended up standing so much to the side that Glory seemed not to notice that she was even there.

If Glory missed her, that was in no small part due to Glory's surprise at seeing Heather. The only words Glory and Heather had ever had for each other outside a classroom setting were subtle jibes and razor-edged insults, so Glory couldn't fathom why Heather would go out of her way to come see her during lunchtime. Then her eyes took in Simone standing at Heather's side. She was a bit mollified that she wouldn't have to face Heather alone, but the presence of both of them also increased her curiosity.

As a teacher, she felt obliged to be at least marginally civil, especially with Simone there. "Heather. Simone. What brings you by? Here, come on in."

She opened the door wider and Heather and Simone waltzed in.

Christine remained out in the hall. With Heather and Simone arriving as they had, she hadn't had any time to digest her conversation with Katherine, but now that she was alone she started to ruminate about it. Since their arrival had completely killed her ardor and reminded her of her self-doubts, she started thinking about things in a completely different way.

I must be out of my mind! Here I am, talking with Alan's sister about how to tempt him so I can become yet another one of his 'helpers'?! No way would I ever share him with the likes of Heather. Heck, I wouldn't even want to share a drinking fountain with Heather. A hussy like her must be a walking cesspool of sexually transmitted diseases. Do I really want to become like her? No! Simone is nice in person, but the gossip says she sleeps around just as much as Heather and that they even sleep together. Ugh! No thanks! I want to lose my virginity, but not that badly!

However, she knew on another level that, as much as she protested, that night she was yet again almost guaranteed to have sexual dreams involving Alan.