6 Times a Day

Chapter 1182: Bad Alan!



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Alan parked his car and shut off the engine. Looking across the street, he wondered if what he was planning was such a good idea.

He'd driven over to the Morgan house, intending to surprise Heather, but now that he was there he was having second thoughts about it. For one thing, he could tell that her parents were home, which would make any hanky-panky that the two of them might get up to in her room a risky proposition indeed. Of course, taking those kinds of risks had never stopped Heather before, and in fact she seemed to relish and crave that kind of risk taking.

His life had been so crazy and busy lately that he hadn't had much time to strategize and plan ahead. In fact, most of his thinking about how to handle Heather had taken place in the car ride over, so he was still very unsure of himself.

The question is, will what I'm planning to do to her throw her for enough of a loop so as to give me some more breathing space? I've got to punish her for yesterday's defiance, but it can't all just be "bitter, bitter, bitter" or else she'll rebel and that'll be the end of everything. No, Xania's right. I have to do "bitter, bitter, sweet" in order to keep stringing her along and keep her right where I want her. The thing is, will she recognize the sweet for the punishment it is and yet still want it so as to take the bitter as well and reach for the final prize of her own free will? That's the real question.

As usual, trying to figure out Heather only led him around in circles. So far he'd done well with her working mostly on instinct, but he knew he'd been damn lucky too.

Ah, what the hell. Might as well give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen, right?

Somehow, the bravado didn't help as much as he'd hoped. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Trying to act casual and bored, even though the street was completely deserted, he gathered up the dildo for Heather he'd just picked up at the sex shop and wandered over onto the Morgan property. Before his nerve could weaken, he started climbing the tree that led to Lover's Window, the not-so-secret entrance to her room.

You know, it's ironic. Back when Heather muscled her way into my life, she told me in no uncertain terms to come back and sneak into her room to fuck her again, anytime I wanted. Of course when she made her request that was really a demand, so she never dreamed that I, a "mere nerd," wouldn't start coming up here to her room every time she snapped her fingers. Man, was she ever pissed off when I didn't.

And now, here I am, sneaking into her room like she wanted me to, and while her parents are home no less. But if she knew what I'm planning for her I don't think she'd be so keen on my visit this time. If nothing else, I've got to at least knock her socks off again and keep her off balance. If I don't keep the upper hand with her, especially after her recent stunts, I'm gonna be toast.

When he reached the second story window, he tried to peer in through the glass to see if she was anywhere in sight. She wasn't, but her bedroom door was closed. Considering this a good sign, he tried to lift the window and found it unlocked. It was a little stiff as he slid it up.

Hopefully it's just stiff from disuse, he thought. On the other hand this is Heather we're talking about. If the window isn't being used that means her pussy isn't being used and that just ain't happening. As soon as he'd opened the window a crack and could hear the sounds from inside better, he heard a running shower. Trying to make as little noise as possible, he slid the window up high enough to climb in through the opening. The shower running in the adjacent bathroom was loud enough to cover his entry. Once inside, he quietly closed the window again and took stock of the situation.

So far so good. This is kind of exciting - it's like I'm James Bond on a secret mission or something, sent to seduce the femme fatale. I hadn't expected to find her in the shower, so how can I make use of that? Hmmm. If this were a Bond film, I could join her in the shower. Or I could get naked, climb into her bed, and surprise her with a come-hither look when she walks out all disheveled while still drying off. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions...

Looking around while trying to make up his mind, he started undressing and stacking his clothes (and the "gift" he'd bought for her) in an out of the way corner where they wouldn't be obvious.

Then he noticed something on the wall he'd never seen before. It was a picture of Heather, all dolled up with her hair partly in curls instead of in her usual ponytail. He thought, Smokin'! She looks like she's dressed to go to the prom or something fancy, and in fact, she probably was. God, I hardly recognize her. She looks even hotter than usual, if such a thing is possible. I can't believe that I'm gonna be sinking Alan Junior into her honey pot in a matter of minutes. Sweetness! I still can't get over the fact that this girl, the head cheerleader and future prom queen, is my personal bitchslut! Not bad for a so-called nerd, eh?

He felt a stiffening in his shorts as he stared at the stunning photograph. The sound of the running shower was certainly increasing his arousal, too. I think I'll poke both her pussy and her ass today, just 'cos I feel like it. Heh!

But he had time to kill until she came out. Wandering around the room, he came to a full length mirror on the wall near her personal bathroom.

Of course! he thought, remembering back to the time that he'd gotten her to agree to her Inner Bitch Taming program in the theater room. At the time, I didn't think about her having a mirror like this in her room, but as much as she loves to flaunt her body, how could she not?

He felt his balls churn and his erection thicken even more as he remembered what he'd done with her (and got her to admit to) the last time he'd had her in front of a mirror like this one. Hell, man, what am I waiting for? He pulled his shorts down and let his hard-on spring free.

Suddenly the shower in the bathroom stopped.

He felt his "Bad Alan" side well up within him. He grinned at his reflection. Show time!