Cher Horowitz Meets Elle Woods
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Cher, the young blonde, rich student, not the singer,
looked around her classroom. She needed two more people
for her party this Friday night. Hmm…there was Eddy
Standridge, she’d known Eddy practically all her life.
Their parents were good friends. But Eddy was so shy
and self-conscious, he was apt to just stand in the
corner and make like a lamp. Eddy was sweet though,
always willing to help Cher with math or science home-
work. Stuff that came easily to him and so hard to her.
She decided to ask him.
Now who else? There was that new girl, Cindy. No
fashion sense at all, but she was smart and always
had something to say. Hey now, maybe Eddy and Cindy
would hit it off. Cher wrote their names at the
bottom of her list and drew a heart around the names.
Tilting her notebook, she showed the list to her
friend Dee, sitting across the aisle. Dee peered at
the list. She gave Cher a little shrug. Cher was
always trying to be the match maker, and Dee had to
admit that sometimes it worked out.
“Cher…Cher?…could you possibly join the rest of
us and hazard a guess as to the answer to this
problem?” Her chemistry teacher was asking, in her
best I-know-you-weren’t-listening-to-me voice.
“Uhhh….,” Cher knew she was in for a lecture as to
her lack of attention in class leading to her subse-
quent low marks, when Eddy’s note book slowly arose
from his desk top, the notebook hidden from the
teacher’s view by Chad Frome’s broad back. Cher
glanced at the notebook and then confidently
announced, “Thirteen point two kilograms.”
“And I’m sure you can tell us how you came to that
answer?” asked her teacher in a suspicious tone.
Cher was saved from explaining how the answer had
winged its way into her brain all on its own, when
the bell ending class, rang. She gave her teacher
an apologetic smile as she practically ran from the
room. Cher waited in the hallway until Eddy came out.
“Thanks Ed, you really saved me. ”
(AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});“No problem, I knew what that ‘Uhhhh’ meant.”
They walked down the hall together, Cher’s head barely
coming to his shoulder. “Eddy, I’m having a party on
Friday. Can you please come?”
“Oh Cher, you know I’m just some sort of a big fun
killer at your parties.”
“You are not, especially if you’d loosen up a little.”
She gave him the smile she used when she wanted her
way from a male. It was a sort of half smile, half
pout with a bit of eyelash batting.
Eddie looked at her, and she knew that she’d won. “Oh,
all right,” he said, “what time does it start?”
After the next class, Cher invited Cindy. She said that
she’d be glad to come.
**
(AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}}); At one time Cher and her father had argued mightily
about parties for her friends. Mel used the cool,
logical arguments of a lawyer, while Cher had used
the pouts and flirts and barely withheld tears of a
teenage girl. Finally they came to an agreement. She
could have parties periodically, heck he’d even be
glad to have the parties catered, if she followed
Mel’s rules. The guests were to behave, stay in
certain areas, no one was to smoke … anything, nor
drink anything alcoholic and the party was to end
promptly at eleven p.m.. Cher even had to do the
clean up by noon the next day. Mel’s punishment for
breaking the rules sounded like nuclear retaliation.
She would be lucky to see daylight again.
That made her parties unbearably dull by the standards
of some of her class mates who figured that if you
could actually remember a party, then it must not have
been any good. But there were more than enough
straight, popular students eager for invitations to
make Cher’s events a hot ticket.
Cher figured there were three things that made up a
great party. Good food and music…at least good by
teen standards, and a way to keep everybody interested
and amused without resorting to a bunch of uncool games
and gimmicks. So as everyone entered the rec. room that
Friday night, Cher pinned a playing card to their
chest, while at the same time putting a matching card
into a bowel. Then, when most of the kids were in
attendance she started a dance CD. Every few seconds
she would draw two cards from the bowel and the kids
who were wearing those cards would come to the front
of the room.
If the two turned out to be boys then they would make
a great show of manfully shaking hands. If two girls,
they would hug briefly or do those terribly fake air
kisses to one another’s cheeks. And if the two party
goers made a couple, then to the great amusement of
one and all, they had to kiss in front of everyone and
then return to the floor to dance.
Cher cheated shamelessly in drawing cards from her
bowel. She kept the crowd tittering or in outright
laughter by making unlikely pairings or she’d keep
someone trotting around by returning them to the front
of the room time and again. Finally she paired the
couples who had arrived at the party with one another
and she tried a bit of instant match making by pairing
the singles, especially she paired off Eddy and Cindy.
Who, she was glad to see, hit it off. Every time Cher
looked for her personal lovebirds, they were dancing
or deep in conversation.
The party went on from there. The slow songs became
more frequent. Couples clung to each other on the
dance floor, or made out in the corners. Cher was
thinking of abandoning her hostess duties to play a
little tonsil hockey with a gorgeous hunk from the
school’s soccer team, when she noticed that Eddy and
Cindy had gone missing. An alarm went off in her mind.
She excused herself from the young Adonis and ran to
the window. There was Eddy’s ancient BMW, so they
hadn’t left, at least not in his car. Cher started to
get upset. Everyone knew the rules, if her dad caught
anyone wandering around the house then he’d shut down
the party and Cher wouldn’t have another one for some
time, as in never. She’d just have to search the house.
But first she grabbed Dee from the arm’s of her boy-
friend. “Dee, watch the party, I’ve got to find Eddy
and Cindy.”
Dee, with the sleepy look of someone who has been
heavily kissing and lightly petting for the better
part of an hour, said, “Why?”
“Why what?”
“You wanted them together and maybe they are.”
(AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}}); “Oh Dee, just watch things,” said a worried Cher over
her shoulder as she charged out of the room.
Now where would they go? Eddy knew the house. He
wouldn’t dare to go into her father’s room, or her
bedroom. Would he? Cher quietly jogged to her bedroom
door on her tiptoes. The door should have been open,
but it wasn’t. She turned the knob silently and peeked
in. And there they were. Cindy was on her back, laying
on the edge of Cher’s bed, knees bent, her shorts and
panties twisted around one foot as if she were trying
not to take them off altogether.
Eddy, on the other hand, was still fully clothed. He
was kneeling on the floor between Cindy’s legs. The
forefinger of one hand was almost a blur as it moved
back and forth over Cindy’s clit. His other fore finger
looked as if it was rubbing her g-spot. Did Eddy even
know what a g-spot was, wondered Cher, or was Cindy
doing sex-ed tonight?
It certainly sounded as if she was orchestrating
things. “Yeah Eddy, that’s it. Now a little more pres-
sure…lower…lower…oh that’s it…yeah…uuhhhhhh!”
Cindy suddenly arched her back so much that her fore-
head touched the bedspread.
Wow, thought Cher, my orgasms don’t ever look that
great, I wonder if… Suddenly, she snapped back to
the present situation. She whipped her head around,
making sure that her father wasn’t about. As she
turned back to the door, Cher wondered if Eddy was
going to…oops, he was.
It had taken Eddy about five seconds to jerk down his
pants and under shorts. Trying to take a step forward,
Eddy tripped over the clothes around his ankles. Oh
dear thought Cher, I think he might have knocked the
wind out of Cindy.
However, nothing was going to keep Eddy from his goal,
except maybe his own ineptitude. His hips were in high
gear, but the connection critical to his aspiration
hadn’t been made. Cher was beginning to wonder if he’d
even noticed a certain lack of friction, when Cindy
reached down, took things into hand and guided him
home. There was a great gasp from Eddy, as if he’d
just grabbed onto something to hot to handle. Apparent-
ly he had, almost immediately his hips spasmed and
little whines of amazement escaped from his constricted
throat.
Cher turned her eyes away and stepped back from the
door. What was she supposed to do? Charge in? Knock
on her own bedroom door? Embarrass her friends?
Sighing, she thought, oh well, there was always the
ultimate fall back plan. She crossed her fingers,
walked quietly away from the door, and hoped that
everything would turn out OK.
Back at the party, Dee had managed to get the kids not
joined at the lips to form in a couple of ranks, where
they were having a huge time completely screwing up a
country line dance. How in the world did she manage to
do that? thought Cher. This was hardly the boot scoot-
in’ crowd.
About that time Cindy entered the room, still straight-
ening her clothes. A minute later Eddy was back, but
instead of joining Cindy, he ignored her and went to
talk to some buddies in a corner. Cher waited for her
father to charge in like some party killing cruise
missile, but everything stayed quiet on the Mel front.
So Cher made her way over to Cindy. “Oh Cher,” she
said, “this is the coolest party, ever.”
“You having a good time?”
“Just fabulous.”
“How about Eddy? You two seemed to hit it off.”
Cindy peered across the room at Eddy. She said, “Eddy’s
great, in fact I thought we’d be leaving together.”
“Yes, I thought so too,” said Cher, looking over her
shoulder at old lover boy. “Let me have a word with him
before you go.” Cher crossed the room, and when she got
Eddy’s attention she crooked her finger in a follow me
gesture, then she went in the small rec. room kitchen.
“What’s up, Cher?” asked Eddy, as he leaned against a
counter.
“Well for starters,” she answered, as she whacked him
on the right biceps with the knuckles of her right
hand, “what the hell did you think you were you doing
in my bedroom.”
“Ow,” barked Eddy. He covered his biceps with his left
hand. “You saw us?” his voice squeaked. “Look, we just
got caught up in the moment, that’s all.”
“Oh… caught up in the moment…well I can understand
that. But I can’t understand,” she gave her best left
cross to his left biceps, “why you’re having unpro-
tected sex.”
“Damn Cher, I’m healthy, that was my first…..I mean I
know I don’t have anything.” Eddy crossed his arm’s in
front of his chest, trying to protect as large an area
as possible from assault.
“I’ll have to admit she seems like a nice person, but
you never know. And for some reason she seems to like
you.” Cher drew back her arm, looking at Eddy’s lower
torso. “So why aren’t you in there talking to her,
making plans? You too busy bragging to your buds about
what a man you are?”
Eddy crossed his legs and scrunched down, realizing he
was vulnerable from a new quarter. “Oh please Cher, I
didn’t ….uh…kiss and tell. I just didn’t know what
to say to her, afterwards…you know.”
“Well you better think of something before I go back
out there and tell everyone how you took a dump in our
swimming pool, when you were four years old.”
“OK…all right…all right…I’m going…I’m going.
God Cher, chill out.” Eddy crab walked toward the door,
trying not to expose any body parts. Finally he
straightened, not willing to look like a walking
pretzel to his school mates.
Cher looked at Eddy’s back side. She pivoted on her
left foot and swung her right foot in a soccer style
kick. Her right instep slammed solidly into Eddy’s
butt. Eddy looked over his shoulder, “What was that
for?!”
“For messing up my bed,” she said. Before I had a
chance to do it first, she thought.
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Even though Fire Bringer and Shadow had subdued the major hate groups, they were unable to do much to control the actions of individuals. Negroes were still casually persecuted by many people who didn't even realize what they were doing. Often, what they did was simply a case of unconscious habit—they were treating Negroes the same way they had done when these people were slaves, and skin color overrode everything else. It was a damned stupid way to act, but all people are like that. The...
Roger Emerson was at the cusp of learning what most Americans never really understood: the extent of the penal system in Singapore. Roger had conducted business in Singapore for several years, but never fully appreciated the intricacies of the culturally mixed court system, nor did he understand the sense of justice that was almost inbred in the life long residents of Singapore. As the celebrated Michael Fay incident suggests, Singapore was formerly a British crown colony and has been an...
Spanking359 PLEASE (ING) MUM (2) Dawn. Broke and Sid, had his hand to her sex as the light strengthened, he asked before what todays lesson would consist of, knowing today he would ne working with Milly, cleaning under the machines, and oiling the runners, well out of sight of the other workers, he wanted to show the woman he knew what was happening at home, it seemed Mark had not said a word to her and she had been curious enough to ask at one of the breaks during the week. Perhaps he was hopeful, of...
360 Please (ing) mum It was on the Monday when Sheila met Milly at the butchers, they walked home to Milly`s together though Milly seemed strangely reluctant to talk about work and especially Sid and Saturday, though she did say they had chatted about Mark! Over coffee, Sheila explained that “her and Sid did not have secrets, that she would never have tutored either of the boys had Sid not approved, and she knew ‘her Sid’ had screwed Milly so not to be worried on that score!” Milly near choked...
358 PLEASE(ING) MUM (1)Sheila arrived home tired and footsore, her 5ft 7inch blonde, 10 stone frame Sheila, had traipsed the streets of the seaside town, looking for a shop with the perfect gift for her only son Ian, whom she doted on …16 on Saturday. Tall thin and gangly, a keen swimmer, mid-stream academically, shy and backward when it came to girls, though he was her pride and joy, her only c***d, to her perfection! She put the kettle on and kicking off her shoes collapsed in her chair, till...
dear to whomsoever, or whosoever however said that it may concern: I being as I am that of the person of I myself, & regardless of whether, or not I am speaking some, or such of the proper, correct, standard English grammar being of the American dialect of quality/ies, & quantity/ies, well hopefully with that much less than much rather instead of with that much more usage/s of expletives of profanity, or cuss words, & as I think of it being of which is of a mind's intentions to...
Admittedly, I have not done this often, but on at least two occasions with two separate women I, a man, have engaged in 69 position on top. I thought I'd put this out there because I have a buddy who can not believe that I have tried this position. In his mind, he can not get past the idea of a guy exposing his anus like that for a woman to view up front and personally which such a position allows. I'll recount the first time I did this which took place in the early 2000's. One theme in my...
Ok this girl, my sisters friend, she's not hot, but not average either, like in between. She has big breast C34. 5'5 and light skin. Anyway I dont have feelings for her at all, im just obssessed with her boobs. I just know shes a girl that comes around a lot during weekends and i never realized it but im able to get in to her privacy. like it means nothing to her when i use the restroom while shes doing her hair or make up, i could be in the restroom while shes taking a shower or when shes...
a*****ing the Brideby Black DemonBride & Groom where whisked away by the five black men. On their way to the hotel, they now had been taken to a hideaway in the mountains. The beautiful bride, in her pure white wedding gown was surrounded by the black captives. Her husband was tied to a chair next to her. Julie was a virgin bride who had never seen or handled a cock before.This was not a chance happening but a planned k**napping. It had been a chance sighting for the blacks a month ago,...
MISS-ING by Jennifer Adams (c) Jennifer Adams, 1999 Barry couldn't believe he actually held it in his hands, the long sought after Medallion of Zulo. He had read about it several years ago in the library where he was attending high school. As long as he could remember, he had wanted to find out what it was like to be a female. He often daydreamed about what his life would have been like if he had been born a girl instead of a boy and now he held in his hand the means to find out....
M.Y.T.H.-ing Witch (A M.Y.T.H. prequel) I can say it, I messed up. But it wasn't all my fault. I trusted the wrong person. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Sabrina, and I'm a witch. Nope, don't have a broomstick. Although I guess I could, if I really wanted to make one. Witches are actually a subset of the race known as the Magi. There are three main subsets - Witches, Warlocks, and Wizards. Before you ask, no, not all witches are girls, and not all Warlocks...
I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...
The FappeningWe start this week’s show with establishing shots of residential streets – terraced homes, semi-detached homes, gardens, trees ... Turning corners, coming to a halt infront of a 1970’s built, squared off, ‘modern’ pub ... Gold lettering on a rich red background reads, ‘The Sandpiper’. Then we’re inside, looking at a virtually empty, mid-day bar – panning around until we come to a rear view of this week’s host... Looking very much at home, sitting on a bar stool with his big belly hanging...
After they had the huts finished, the water supply taken care of and even finding they had plenty of food with the coconuts and the bananas, the fishing was good and Mr. Candleford even managed to trap a wild pig in a pit trap that worked perfectly. The only hard part was to get the carcass out and get it prepared for eating and then to smoke and keep the remaining meat safe for future use. In a sense, it was good that they were there on the island because the things would have started to...
{[email protected] test=1}This story works only in game mode. Please activate. It has also been recently reorganized, so I would appreciate it if you kept track of your decisions and let me know if any path leads to wrong outcomes. Thank you!{endif} The city walls appeared through the misty haze of the late afternoon. Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident, the Young Wolf, the King who saved the North, rode at the head of his host. 2,000 cavalry, not enough to fight any battles, but...
It just occurred to me why I like tribbing. Tribbing, for those of you who don't know, is when two girls do a scissor lock on each others naked pussies. They rub their pussies together, causing pressure and some friction. Their clits make contact and they start to get wet, and then they slip and slide against each others creamy, dewy pulsating pussies. Erotic as hell! I start sneezing whenever I see it! I'VE tribbed with a girl! Yes sir, I'm a 110% hetero male, but I tribbed with my girl...
Warning: This story contains MATURE THEMES including nudity, sex, sexualization, and vulgar language. Do not read if you are under 18 or if it is otherwise restricted for you to do so. If you wish to share this story, contact me at [email protected]. I will likely agree, I just want to know in advance. This is a bit of an intermission, a bit of a bridge between "act 1" and "act 2" if such things can possibly exist without any sort of actual, long-term planning on my part....
Fuck me. People say that when life is getting them down. Something bad happens: "Fuck ... me!" If you think about it, why are you saying that you want someone to have sex with you when things turn to shit? I'm thinking about this because that's what happened. Life took a turn for the worse, and then... Months ago... At 18 years old you think you can take on the world; that you're immortal. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain terms, tells you that you're wrong. A broken...