6 Times a Day

Chapter 210 Heather And Simone At The Beach



Not long after that, Alan went to the beach with his friends Peter and Sean. He’d been too embarrassed to see Susan again before leaving, but he left a note telling her of his plans, and that he intended to return home in time for lunch. He looked forward to many restful hours free of anything more sexually involved than ogling beautiful babes on the beach. And while he greatly enjoyed all the great sexual pleasures at home lately, he was also glad to get away from the moral issues brought forth by Ron’s presence.

The blandly-named White Sands Beach was the closest beach to the high school, and since the way there was not well marked, it was virtually unknown to tourists. As a result, it was “the” place to see and be seen by kids in the school. It was also why Glory, who definitely did not want to be seen by the school crowd, never surfed there.

Alan hadn’t spent time at that beach before, because he knew that it was used by the school’s “cool kids” and thus socially off-limits to nerds like himself. But with the newfound confidence brought on by his recent sexual success, he decided that there was no reason to avoid that beach. After all, it was the closest beach to his house and one of the nicest beaches in the area. Peter and Sean weren’t keen on going to that beach because of its reputation, but Alan talked them into it.

Heather absolutely loved being the reigning social queen of the school. So when she wasn’t busy lording over “her subjects” during the school week, she spent most of her free days at White Sands Beach lording over largely the same bunch of kids there.

She also liked to flaunt her perfect body at every opportunity, so she relished wearing scandalously small bikinis to show everyone just how hot she was. She reveled in her ability to turn heads and even drop jaws just by strutting her stuff.

Since Heather liked to walk up and down the beach, patrolling her turf and showing off for the crowd, it was inevitable that she would eventually come across Alan, Peter, and Sean.

Although the three of them were socially labeled as nerds, they didn’t physically look that far out of place at the beach. It was true that Peter was quite short and chubby and didn’t really fit in with the “beautiful people” who liked to show off at the beach, but Alan and Sean were both handsome and muscular, thanks to their love of playing tennis and other sports. All three of the boys were also sufficiently tanned, and didn’t have embarrassing “farmer’s tan” lines, due to spending time in their own backyard swimming pools.

Heather was walking along the water’s edge with Simone, her best friend and sort of “right hand girl” in almost everything she did (except cheerleading – Simone was too involved in school sports to be on the squad).

Simone happened to be ethnically black, but culturally she’d been raised in a very “white bread” upper class environment as one of Heather’s close neighbors. Simone was arguably as beautiful as Heather, and similarly endowed physically, including having a similar impressive bra size. That was one reason why they were best friends. Both were bisexual and frequent sex partners with each other, but that wasn’t the main attraction between them, since they both preferred guys and had a series of boyfriends and other male lovers.

Mainly, they were close because they had known each other since they were little kids, and Simone had learned over the years how to handle Heather: very carefully. As a result, Heather was kinder to Simone than anyone else, and Simone was the only person able to criticize Heather without pissing her off overly much.

While Heather liked to be surrounded with toadies and “yes men” types, there was something ultimately more satisfying about being friends with someone who would share their honest opinion. Her ego couldn’t stand too much of it, but having one bold and fairly independent friend was good for her.

So it wasn’t at all surprising that Simone and Heather were walking along the beach together, surveying the crowd like the beach’s queen and her chief minister.

It always delighted Heather to hear conversations quiet and see heads turn towards her as she strolled along the water’s edge. The effect was almost like the bow wave of a ship unsettling the waters as it passed by. She loved the feeling of almost every eye, male and female, silently roaming over and caressing every inch of her body in unspoken lustful desire or jealousy.

But she loved even more what happened in the wake of her passing. For instance, the low buzz of hushed whispers, talking about her. Or the grunt and crash of a guy walking into something and falling over because he’d been so distracted by her. Sweetest of all to her ears was the sound of a sharp smack by a bitterly envious girl slapping her boyfriend’s face to get him to stop gawking at Heather’s magnificent ass as it swayed its way into the distance.

Heather gloated to herself as she walked,

Gaze upon perfection, o ye puny mortals,

for I am a goddess made flesh.

All who look upon me 𝘦𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘦𝑙.𝑜𝑟𝘨

shall love me and despair.

She had no idea where she’d heard that bit of poetry, but she felt as if it was written just for her. She smiled with the confidence of someone sitting on top of the world.

Then Heather’s eye caught sight of Alan, Sean, and Peter. She knew the usual crowd at the beach by sight, if not always by name, but at first these three were not familiar to her. She frowned at the sight of chubby Peter “spoiling” her beach, but she was mainly interested in Alan. There was something about him, something that tugged at her memory, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

“Hey,” she asked Simone, “see those guys over there? Aren’t they nerds?”

Simone replied, “I suppose you could say that.” She wasn’t as arrogant as Heather or as hung up on the school’s social hierarchy. Perhaps because she was from an ethnic minority, she had more sympathy for other minorities and out groups, even though she sat at the top of the school’s elite next to Heather. But more often than not, she played along with Heather’s conceits since Heather could only tolerate so much disagreement, even from her best friend.

Heather frowned. “What are those losers doing on MY beach? I think we should have a little talk and show them what’s what. They don’t belong!” Although they were a long way off, she began to move directly towards them.

Simone cautioned, “Heather, it’s a public beach. It’s not a crime for them to be here.”

Heather pointed at Sean and Alan. “Okay, maybe not those two. They pass.” Although Sean and Alan were “nerds,” they were reasonably handsome and muscular. Then she pointed at Peter. “But that tub of lard? No way.”

Simone rolled her eyes when Heather wasn’t looking her way. She did that a lot. She knew when it was pointless to disagree with her.

As they got a bit closer, but were still out of earshot, Heather pointed in Alan’s direction. “That one. The tall guy. He looks familiar.”

“He should. He’s not in any class with you this year, but he was in fourth period with both of us last year. In fact, he sat kitty corner to you. And he was in a class with you the year before that. Hell, you’ve been classmates with all three of those guys from time to time since the start of middle school. Are you saying you don’t know his name?”

Heather sniffed contemptuously. “Should I?”

Simone rolled her eyes again. “Well, aside from having only seen him a couple thousand times at school already, there’s the fact that he’s Katherine’s older brother.” She added sarcastically, “You DO know Katherine, your fellow cheerleader, don’t you? By the way, what’s MY name?” Simone had a good sense of humor, but many of her jokes were just for herself, since Heather often failed to pick up on her sarcasm and irony.

Heather replied testily, “Don’t mock me.” But then she said more thoughtfully, “Hmmm. Katherine’s older brother?” Something clicked for her as she realized that he was the painter of the faux panties that some of the cheerleaders had ‘worn’ during the previous week. That was certainly intriguing, putting him in a whole different category in her mind. She clicked her fingers. “Alan. That’s his name. He’s the one who painted fake panties on Katherine and Kim. Definite nerd. He doesn’t LOOK like a nerd, though. I wonder what’s up with that.”

Simone confirmed, “Yes. Alan. And the guy on the right is Sean. The ‘tub of lard’ as you call him on the left is Peter. The three of them are good friends, as you can see. I often see them together.”

As the two girls talked, they continued to get closer to where Alan and his friends were sitting. Heather had plans to tell them off in no uncertain terms so that Peter at least would leave the beach and never come back. She assumed that if one went, the others would follow, which was perfectly fine with her.

But now that she realized that Alan was Katherine’s brother and had painted some of the cheerleaders, it put things in a very different light. She figured that if he continued in his painter role, it was not unlikely that he would even end up painting her privates one day. She liked the idea of having a secret thrill doing her cheerleading with painted panties instead of real ones. But the thought of having her pussy and ass fondled by a nerd was unsettling and broke all her social rules. As a result, she didn’t exactly know what to do with his group.

But it was too late to turn back. She had been bee-lining towards them and even pointing at them, so she had to say something.

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