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Author's Note: This is an older story that I have always meant to finish but haven't. As always, this is a work of fiction and, as such, does not portray real persons or events.

For the first fifteen years of her life the most notable thing about Elizabeth was her unremarkability. By her sixteenth birthday her face cleared up, her legs grew long, her chest grew out and suddenly she became very popular with the boys.
That was fourteen years ago. Her brief popularity waned quickly with the twin discoveries that certain girls in school were willing to do anything with anyone, and that she wasn't one of those girls. Quickly she became a blonde haired, blue eyed, perfectly shaped, drop dead gorgeous social outcast.
Elizabeth and I met in our freshman year when a quirk of schedualing placed us in the same classes together. We became friends linked by a hatred of football players, cheerleaders, rich kids, and anyone who took delight in making our lives miserable.
We both cringed at the idea of the annual Senior trip but a free trip was something that neither one of us was willing to give up. Besides, with all of our least favorite people in one place there were enormous possibilities for fun.
Elizabeth was staring intently at a gaggle of cheerleaders that had clustered near the back of the busses. She hated the entire squad and never passed up an opportunity to make fun of them.
"How many of them do you suppose will come home
pregnant? Six? Seven? All eight?" she asked me.
I thought for a moment before replying "Four."
"Four? In that group? You're crazy. There'll be at least six who get themselves knocked up and five of them won't be sure of who the father is."
A slow smile crossed my face as, for the first time, I realized the enormous entertainment value of this Senior trip.
"I'll make you a bet." I said, my eyes still on the squad. "I'll bet you that no more than four of them go 'all the way' from now until the end of the Senior prom."
"No more than four?"
"Right."
"How much?"
"Five dollars."
"Ok but how will we know?"
I smiled again as I turned to look at the lovely Elizabeth. "We watch."
This year's Senior trip was planned as a week at the seashore with the Senior prom capping off the trip. The entire class would occupy three floors of a moderately priced hotel where, for one week, there would be parties, dancing, an excessive amount of alchohol and sex. On the final evening of the trip would be the Senior prom where there would be more dancing, alchohol and, if tradition held, teenagers screwing like rabbits in whatever secluded spot they could find.
On the ride to the coast Elizabeth and I shared the bus with the football team and the cheerleaders. Silently we made a list of our likely mothers to be and their odds of success.
High on our list was Alisa Cooper, Team captain and spoiled rich bitch. She was a tease who used the promise of sex to get what she wanted. Her current victim was the captain of the football team, who was known more for his playing than his brains.
Conchita Hernandez placed second on our list. Her main claims to fame were a size 36 chest and the reputed ability to 'suck the chrome off a trailer hitch'.
Tammy Winfield claimed the third spot. She was the Co-Captain of the squad and Alisa's best friend. The girl suffered from a serious lack of personality and would do anything anyone told her to.
Desiree Williams held the distinction of being the only black cheerleader. Her number four placing was due to her intense competition with Alisa. She was determined to outperform the squad even to the point of having two boyfriends.
Rebecca Hayes was an Amazon who viewed everyone else as either an obstacle or an opponent. We didn't put much faith in her sex drive so we placed her fifth.
Betsy Monroe was of particular interest to Elizabeth. Two years ago the two had been friends, before she had screwed Elizabeth's boyfriend. We placed her sixth only because it was rumored that Betsy was undergoing a change in sexual preference.
The number seven and eight slots went to Connie and Anna Hope, respectively. The Hope sisters had attended a Catholic school early in their lives and were favored to retain their virginity.
Our first subject showed herself early the next day. Elizabeth nudged me awake shortly before dawn and motioned me over to the window. From our perch on the third floor we could see the entire pool area and the walkway to the beach. Walking cautiously, casting nervous glances over her shoulder, was Tammy. She was wearing loose sweats and sneakers and was heading in a direct line for the beach.
Quickly we headed downstairs and set off after Tammy. At the end of the boardwalk we found her footsteps. The steps were placed evenly but a little wider than her normal stride. It was plain that she was headed somewhere in a hurry.
We set off at a jog down the beach following her steps. A few moments later she came into view as she crossed over the top of a sand dune and disappeared behind it. We stopped at the base of the dune silently catching our breath. Faintly over the surf we heard Tammy's voice. She was speaking rapidly and breathily to someone.
Elizabeth and I dropped to the sand and slithered to the top of the dune. In the pale light of the false dawn we could see Tammy in the grasp of a football player. Both of them rolled on the sand, lips locked and hands roaming freely. He made the first move sliding his hands under the edge of her shirt and planting them firmly on her breasts. Tammy wiggled free of his grip and rolled away. She knelt on the sand a few feet away, one hand motioning him to stay back, the other, inside her shirt stroking her own breasts. She was licking her lips and rocking her hips like a girl from a bad porno flick. Elizabeth and I muffled our laughter as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head giving loverboy a good look at her chest.
Her performance, bad though it was, was having the desired effect on the football player. Even in the faint light we could see the bulge in his pants that he was trying not to grab. He inched foreward until with one quick jump he knocked her backward onto the sand.
They resumed their rolling and kissing while their remaining clothing somehow got discarded. Elizabeth's eyes widened as his cock was silouetted by the first light of true dawn. He was truly a magnificent specimen, one that any horse breeder would have been proud of. He blindly thrust his hips as his massive erection searched for the space between her legs, a space that Tammy was agilely keeping out of reach.
Despite her best efforts he finally connected and pushed himself inside. Her moans echoed across the beach as he forced himself deeper until his entire length was swallowed up inside. His thrusts were awkward, succeeding mostly in burying her deeper in the soft sand. We watched as he became faster and more erratic, grunting and squealing like a whole herd of pigs. Tammy was futilely trying to push him away, uselessly pleading for him to stop before 'something happened'. It wasn't long before 'something' did happen as he let out one great moan and collapsed on top of her.
Tammy was crying as Elizabeth and I slithered back down the dune and jogged back to the hotel. We watched from our window as Tammy returned. She still had sand in her hair and clothes. She was still sobbing quietly as she passed under our window and into the lobby.
"Idiot." Elizabeth sneered. "She agrees to meet with that Neanderthal..."
"You seemed impressed by parts of that 'neanderthal'.
"That's besides the point, hush. She waves her tits at him, gets naked, lets him stick it inside and then expects him to stop. She should feel lucky if her next period isn't late."
"That's the first." I said, marking through her name on the list. "Only seven more to go."
"Seven? I thought you bet on only four."
"I did but this is one bet I don't mind losing."
The rest of the day passed without much activity on the squad. All of them, with one notable exception, spent the day on the beach swimming, tanning, and showing off as much skin as they could. Elizabeth and I watched as the squad strutted and posed for every man they saw, each girl trying to outdo the others. It wasn't until later in the evening that one emerged from the pack.
As we sat in the hotel restaurant we noticed that Miss Conchita Hernandez had caught the eye of one of the waiters. I almost felt sorry for him. Conchita was wearing a white, skintight bodystocking, three inch stilletto heels, a white, lace trimmed, leather jacket, and mirrored sunglasses. Conchita was out fishing and the poor waiter was hooked.
An hour later the restaurant closed. Elizabeth and I had placed ourselves in a corner of the lobby where we could see the door clearly. Twenty minutes after closing, Conchita cruised past our vantage point on a direct heading for the restaurant. She swept inside and Elizabeth and I moved closer.
The lights were dimmed inside the restaurant. We couldn't see anyone as we slid inside and moved to an unlit corner. We were rewarded after a few silent minutes by the sound of Conchita's rapid fire spanish and the waiter's laughter. Moments later they staggered from the kitchen in each other's arms. They wobbled across the room and locked the main door. The blinds on the window were closed leaving only a few dim track lights as our only light source.
The waiter was leaning against a table as Conchita stood a few feet away in the center of the room. She stood in a patch of light which threw a pale reflection from her white clothing. Slowly she started to sway, dancing to a music that only she could hear. Her hips began moving in a rhythm that was older than time and carried only one message. The waiter understood the message perfectly as his eyes were fixed on her body and a bulge formed in his pants.
Catlike she moved closer to him, her hips still swaying. She began speaking softly in Spanish, adding each word to her spell. He was transfixed by her and his own body began to imitate her movements. She stopped in front of him and, still swaying, sank to her knees.
Her hands quickly undid his belt and slid his pants down. Her dance continued as she slowly brought down his shorts and set his erection free. He groaned as Conchita wrapped her lips around him and practised her gift.
Conchita's mouth and fingers worked their magic on the spellbound waiter. Before long his body was shaking and his hips thrusting, driving himself down her throat. Conchita's lips tightened and she matched his thrusts with her own until he stiffened and emptied himself inside her mouth.
Conchita pulled away, not letting a single drop of his juices escape. Slowly she rose to her feet and kissed him deeply before leaving him there.
It took us twenty minutes to sneak out of the restaurant and return to our room.
"Damn" Elizabeth swore.
"She has style, and I'm not talking about clothes." I lay on the bed while she paced around the floor. "Relax, we still have six days."
The second day went about the same as the first. Everyone spent time on the beach posing. The only event of note was the news that Tammy had gone home because she was feeling sick. Night fell and the posing moved indoors. We spent the night in our room watching cable.
I was watching a movie when Elizabeth waved me over to the window and, before I could say anything, pointed at the pool. The pool was closed for the evening and was lit only by a solitary lamp at one end. Floating in the water was the lean shape of one of the Hope sisters. I couldn't tell if it was Connie or Anne, the only difference between them was the color of their hair. Connie's hair was a dark brown while her sister's was a deep auburn. She swam slowly barely making a sound.
When I was just about to give it up as a midnight swim Elizabeth pointed out a basketball player who strolled onto the deck. He had a towel draped around his neck and was wearing the briefest of swimsuits. We watched the pantimime as he stopped at the side of the pool and she swam over to him. As she passed under the light the red highlights identified her as Anne. Their voices were too quiet to be heard from the window and Elizabeth and I moved together for the door.
We reached the ground floor and moved to an alcove that had a good view of the pool. He was sitting on the side of the pool watching Anne float near the center. They talked about everything and nothing while his eyes roamed freely over her body. He slid into the pool and silently moved over to where Anne floated. She bumped into him and her eyes flew open in surprise.
Her eyes half closed and she kicked across the pool away from him. She stopped halfway and untied the strings of her bikini letting it float away. She looked like a mermaid with her bare breasts and fan of floating hair. Her arms reached out to him drawing him onward like the call of the siren she resembled.
She grabbed him and pulled him into a crushing grip, her entire body pressing against his. They kissed feverishly stopping only for air. Their hands ran the length of their bodies inflaming them more. Their swimsuits disappeared and they thrashed about looking for a solution to their small problem. Anne was the first to regain her wits and she climbed out of the pool and lay down on a nearby patch of grass. He followed her out of the pool and lay down on top of her. His cock was stiff from the moment he left the water and he wasted no time getting it between her legs.
She cried in pain as her virginity was sacrificed, cries that quickly turned to moans and whimpers of delight. Her moans became yells as he stroked faster, lost in passion. With one mighty yell they both collapsed, spent.
Anne and her basketball player had been caught, almost, in the act as everone converged on the screaming from the pool. We strolled casually back to our room as people wandered out into the halls wondering what all the noise was.
"That was interesting," Elizabeth said as we closed the door to our room. "She lost her virginity and her good reputation all at the same time."
"At least she had fun doing it." I replied as another name was marked off the list.
Elizabeth and I were on hand to watch the festivities as Anne and her basketball player were asked to leave the next day. As the guilty pair were driven away Elizabeth directed my attention to the expression of anger on Connie Hope's face. As we were to discover later that day it wasn't anger at what her sister had done but at Anne having done it first.
Another day at the beach followed the morning's entertainment. The highlight of the day's sand, surf, and skin fest was beach volleyball; cheerleader style.
The squad's idea of game strategy was to wear the smallest swimsuits possible so their male opponents would be too distracted to play well. To their credit, the strategy worked well enough so that their only talented player, Rebecca, managed to win most of the games single-handedly.
The squad's competitive spirit continued on into the night. We spotted Conchita on the prowl and would have followed her if it weren't for the activity that centered around the room shared by Connie Hope and her new roommate Desiree.
Connie and Desiree's room was situated directly across the pool from our own. Elizabeth and I had, in effect, box seats. There was not a corner of their room, save the toilet, that we could not see through their open window.
It seemed that one of the nightly parties had descended on the room. For hours music, dancing, and large amounts of cheap beer weeded the strong from the weak as those with less tolerances gradually left. By three in the morning the crowd had been reduced to four.
Desiree shared the far bed with the starting fullback while Connie was wrapped around a halfback. The four of them rolled about for thirty minutes before the girls, swerving in place, managed to get their escorts out of the door. The girls collapsed on their beds and seemed to fall asleep. That might have been the end of the evening's affairs; if the girls had remembered to lock their door.
After five minutes the guys returned. Completely naked, cocks stiff, they crept into the room. They crawled into bed with their dates from earlier and started with an intoxicated form of foreplay.
Desiree was the first to respond. Blearily her lips found his and she pulled him in close. His hands groped aimlessly for a few seconds before they found the knot in the small of her back that held the top of her bikini together.
The knot came undone and Desiree's breasts fell free. His mouth latched on to the nearest and he began to suckle like a starving puppy.
On the other bed Connie had rolled on top of her man and latched her lips firmly on his cock. She looked like she had had lessons from Conchita as she worked him into a frenzy.