Page 2 of The Pact

Yup, it still fucking stings. I’d left the room fuming at the slight.

“You know what?” I say looking at all three of my friends. “Fuck Theresa. I hooked up with two Swedish tourists, twin sisters who couldn’t get enough of sucking my cock.”

They look at one another, probably feeling guilty because they couldn’t shut up about me getting turned down and they even challenged me to convince Theresa to give me a second chance. Which she never did.

“But this is beside the point,” I say, looking at two girls who walk past and eye-fuck both me and Ashton. Neither of them is my type, so I don’t bother following them with my gaze as they leave the building. “That’s how it all started. It was a fun game and I know we’d all like to play it again. Let’s divide and conquer. The one of us who finds a girl we all like first and gets her to accept an invitation to ‘hang out’ with all of us gets a hundred points. What do y’all think?”

Bode nods, with a smirk. He might act all sensitive but he ain’t no saint, believe me. “As long as the girl is told about the game, so we aren’t hurting nor deceiving anyone, I’m in. She needs to know what she’s in for and be allowed to walk away anytime, and the hard rule is that she calls all the shots. Nothing ever happens that the girl doesn’t want.”

We all nod; that sounds fair. It’s way more fun if no one has false expectations. Just some good old, no strings attached group sex.

Shep raises the stakes. “Let’s make it more fun. What if the girl’s in charge of assigning a score to each of us for whatever we get to do? Obviously certain items should have a higher point value than others. Being chosen to fuck the girl in the ass will get you more points than just a hand job.”

Bode seems skeptical. “Sure, that sounds good. But guys, I doubt we’ll find anyone at school or in town. Don’t forget that European girls are sexually freer than girls here in the US.”

I nod. “Yeah, maybe. But you’d be surprised how many girls are all too eager to have a wild night of no strings attached fun with a group of hot, fit windsurfing champions. Most girls want something to tell their girlfriends during a game of truth or dare.”

Theresa is my only defeat, the stupid bitch. “We just need to have a rule that if a girl refuses one of us, she isn’t eligible for the game.”

Shep chuckles again. “Are we still talking about Theresa?”

“We fucking are. She had taken an instant dislike to me and I admit that I felt salty when she slighted me again and refused to take an official photo with me when the federation asked us to—she was the winner of the women’s Freestyle under twenty-one category—but go ahead and tell me that you wouldn’t have felt the same if she’d said no to any of you.”

They all agree and Bode decides, “Ok, then. I guess we all should have veto power on any girl. Not just in case she rejects one of us. Let’s face it, we all need to be attracted to the girl and she needs to be up to play with all of us. Also, I think we need another hard rule. Aside from the first hookup, it’s either everyone fucks her or nobody does. So there won’t be any more Theresas to ruin our fun. What do you think?”

We all agree as we observe the flow of girls leaving the school after the bell that marks the end of the last period of the day and Shep was actually fucking right. We’ve fucked most of the pretty girls in our class and most of the juniors. Definitely all the popular ones.

We all feel that we need a fresh challenge and for the game to make sense, it has to be someone none of us has already been with.

“What about her?” Ashton chuckles and I follow his index finger to see who he’s looking at.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” I laugh when I see who he’s pointing at. “I doubt she even has a pussy and if she does, someone has probably sewn it shut. Actually, that girl is so unsexy that my dick is threatening to fall off if I take it anywhere near her. Just look at her! I wouldn’t even be able to get hard. She’s absolutely unfuckable.”

Yeah, Ashton must have gone crazy. He’s pointing to ... what’s her fucking name? I think it begins with an A, Aster or something. Not that I’ve ever even spoken to her or looked at her for more than two seconds. She keeps her head low anyway scurrying away from others like a shadow.

Everyone here at school calls her “the preacher’s daughter.” Her father is a rich minister of this weird church, more like a cult. There’s no other way to describe it. I think a lot of people in Shell Cove are somehow involved with that church but obviously that isn’t my thing.

All I know is that the preacher’s daughter keeps to herself and dresses like some kind of nun. Well fuck, not a nun per se she doesn't wear a veil or anything but she’s always shrouded in baggy, dark clothes that hide her body. Like today, her dark denim skirt comes down to her ankles and it’s got a weird shape that totally hides her hips and butt.

Her top is a black and white collared shirt, again large enough to hide any curves. I can’t even tell if the girl has any tits or not. The buttons are closed all the way up to her chin. Her blonde hair is tied in two long braids that poke out of a weird bonnet hat that covers her head.

“She isn’t exactly ugly,” Shep comments. “But she reminds me of a character in The Little House on the Prairie or something. You know? I mean fuck, people dressed that way in the eighteen hundreds. I’m definitely not interested in her.”

Ashton shakes his head. “Dude, think about it. She looks so uptight. Those are the best fucks ever. The uptight types are the worst freaks in the sheets. And I bet that once you free that hair from those braids and get her out of those baggy clothes, and those huge glasses, she’s got a hot little body we could all feast on for ages.”

“You’re fucking delusional,” I bark out, laughing. “Since you fucked your dad’s secretary, you’re obsessed with girls taking their glasses off, letting their hair down and turning into sexy vixens.”

Ashton looks a little offended. “Hey, it’s a thing. Stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. And Jennifer was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I swear to God, dude, the more a woman looks repressed, the freakier she is once you get her naked.”

I shake my head. “Nah, hard pass. Let’s see what we can find at the weekend. There’s a football game, maybe someone from the away team? After all, we just want a one and done. So maybe we should stick to girls that we don’t know. Less baggage if they decide that they’d like to reconsider the ‘no-strings attached’ clause of our game.”

“Yeah,” Bode agrees. “Let’s do that. If not, we can always go to Star Cove and see what washes in over there. We must be careful in town; we don’t want people to start talking.”

Bode is right. I mean, I’m not too worried, most of the town folks are really laid back around here, except for the ones that associate with the Church of the Higher Self, the one the preacher’s daughter belongs to.

We’ll see how things go, it’s not like we can’t get laid individually but we found out that it’s a lot more fun to play together. And if we can’t find anyone now, the summer always brings a lot of easy tourists and we get to travel a lot for our windsurfing competitions, so that’s another great source of new girls.

We definitely can find better than the fucking preacher’s daughter.

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