The bells had just rung out signalling the end of the school day and the throngs of students at Madison Ashley Senior High spilled out from their classes and slouched their way across the campus.
The usual groups and social clusters began to assemble as the students filtered out to car parks, bus stops or stopping to loiter along the way. Everyone was in their school uniforms, but the expressions of that uniform seemed to range widely from polished and preppy to slacker and provocative.
Luke Goldberg burst out of class, rushing to his locker to grab his stuff and get going, almost forgetting to close the damned locker door behind him. His friend Jeremy was already waiting outside for him, looking anxiously at his watch.
"Shit, Luke, there you are!" Jeremy exclaimed. "What took you so long, man? We gotta hustle if we're gonna make it in time."
"Fuck, I know man, sorry," said Luke, breaking into a jog to catch up as Jeremy almost took off as they arrived, "Rachel stopped to talk to me on the way out of class about something-"
"Rachel?" Jeremy asked, exasperated. "Don't waste your time chatting with her, man! She's already got that bonehead boyfriend of hers all over her, you'll never get anywhere with her."
The two eighteen year old school friends both took off at a brisk walk as they manoeuvred through students and out of the school grounds, breaking off to head down some side streets.
"I don't want to get with her..." protested Luke. "I mean, I would, if I could, she's fucking gorgeous, but I don't have a thing for her or anything, I was just being nice."
"Don't be fucking nice, man! What have I told you about being nice? You're never going to get laid if you're nice! I'm never nice. I'm ice fucking cold."
"Oh yeah, have you gotten laid yet?" smirked Luke.
"I got like a handie from Alyssa at Jake's party last weekend," Jeremy responded, slightly wounded at Luke's jab. "That still counts, man! Not to mention, remember where we're going to right now! I'm trying to look after you, set you up, you know! Don't be giving me attitude just because I haven't gotten laid yet... I'm trying, man, I'm trying real hard."
"So do you know if Crystal's going to be there today?" asked Luke eagerly.
"Dude, one hundred fucking percent she's gonna be there today!" said Jeremy, nodding seriously.
"Are you sure?" asked Luke, squinting at Jeremy in doubt.
"I mean, pretty sure..." said Jeremy.
"Pretty sure?! Is she going to be there or not, man?" asked Luke.
"Relax dude, Brandon owes her pot or money or money for pot or something," said Jeremy. "Crystal will be there to collect, she seems pretty desperate for cash at the moment. Then she'll hang for a while and that's when you'll get your chance. Crystal fucking McLaren!"
"Crystal McLaren," repeated Luke dreamily.
Crystal McLaren, a senior who had turned eighteen a few months back, was definitely on the slacker/provocative end of the spectrum. Crystal was socially a bit of an outsider. She mostly hung out with the slacker/stoner crowd, but was increasingly popular in senior year on account of both her natural good looks and her growing reputation of loose morals.
Crystal was of average height for a girl but very slender and surprisingly busty for her figure. Luke and Jeremy estimated she was probably a 32D or 34C in their many conversations about the girls in their cohort and figures, bust sizes and gossip of who was hooking up with who. Crystal stood out more than anything else for being a natural stunning redhead. She had fair, freckled skin, light grey eyes and delicate pale pink lips. Her silky, wavy copper hair tumbled down just past her shoulders. Sometimes she would wear it back with a school headband or tie it up into a high ponytail or bun. Regardless it would look amazing and effortlessly sexy.
Luke was obsessed with Crystal. She had a gorgeous girl next door look but at the same time styled herself as a bit of a wild, sexy rebel. Like many of the girls in her group, she would push the boundaries with her school uniform regularly; the blue tartan skirt hiked up and worn shorter like a mini skirt; thigh high black or patterned stockings rather than regulation over knee ones; white blouse tight with top buttons undone to show off a figure fitting tank top and knockout cleavage or the shirt tied off at the midriff over a crop top to show off bare belly and waist. It usually earned Crystal and her group their fair share of detentions and warnings, but the students would persist and for the most part the school put up with it.
"I still find it hard to believe the whole thing about the Blowjob Brigade," said Luke.
"Believe it, Luke, it's fucking A+, man," said Jeremy. "Last Tuesday I got a hummer from Stephanie Summer - you know Stephanie, right?"
"She's in my biology class," said Luke. "Brunette, right? Petite? Green eyes?"
"Fuck, I don't know what color her eyes were, all I could see was the top of her head!" joked Jeremy. When Luke didn't laugh, Jeremy went on more seriously, "but yeah, that's her. Hot little pocket rocket. Swallowed me to the base! I mean, I'm not that big or anything, but still! Sucked like a vacuum cleaner. Making me hard just thinking about it, actually."
Luke thought of Crystal on her knees in front of him, watching the redhead as she swallowed him, and felt his cock stirring in his trousers.
"So, have you got to try Crystal yet...?" asked Luke, hesitantly. He would be insanely jealous if Jeremy had got to enjoy Crystal going down on him before Luke had, but at the same time, he was desperately curious to hear anything about Crystal's involvement in the Blowjob Brigade.
"Nah, man," said Jeremy. "Haha, don't look too relieved, Luke! If she's there today, I'm queueing up right after you! Everyone says she's the best. I want to try her too. She hasn't been around a lot lately though, I hear."
Luke couldn't help feel relieved, even though it was a strange thing to feel anxious about in the first place. It wasn't even like he had a proper romantic crush on Crystal. He just had the hots for her. A gigantic boner crush. From the sound of things too, Crystal was already sucking her fair share of cock this year, so it wasn't like she was a blowjob virgin or anything. Yet all the same, Luke was thrilled that he was quite possibly about to get the chance to get a blowjob from the girl he wanked off to thoughts about every night.
"We're here," said Jeremy. "Be cool. Let me do the talking."
They had arrived at what was a nondescript back alley between an abandoned bakery and an old diner. It was a pretty secluded place, with a lot of crates and random things to sit or lean on, and no easy way to peek on what was going on. About a dozen senior students, boys and girls, from Madison Ashley High School from the slacker/stoner crowd were hanging out, some sitting on crates or the ground. Some were smoking - pot from the smell of it - while others were just chatting or or on their phones. It was a pretty ordinary after-school scene. The students must have been here for a little while already, as it wasn't uncommon for this group to skip class. For a moment, Luke thought Jeremy was having him on about the whole Blowjob Brigade.
Jeremy, like Luke, was from the nerdier crowd in High School, devouring comic books and geek culture. But Jeremy was pretty outgoing and seemed to be able to make friends with anyone. He would hang out with seemingly any group with ease, where Luke would be far too socially awkward to go out of his comfort zone usually.
He was feeling pretty awkward already, standing mutely in the alleyway as the other students glanced over and ignored him, while Jeremy was catching up with a couple of the guys and girls.
A petite brunette sitting on a crate right near Luke looked up at him.
