TG ARCHIVES;'Erica Unleashed in High School #7'{EricA}( F^B teen1 tg )[7!7]
"Erica Unleashed"
Erica Unleashed - Chapter 7
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On to the story:
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I've said it before, but I'll say it again anyway: I love me.
I love what I've become. A beautiful, self confident, evil princess who gets whatever she wants. It's only been a few short months since I was Eric the Loser Boy - 13, nerdy, bullied, loads of self esteem issues, no girlfriend, asshole father, no hope for the future. Nothing ever went Eric's way.
Then, amazingly, I was transformed into Donna's daughter. As beautiful, 14 year old sexy Princess Erica, things turned around for me completely. It seems like just being confident that things will go my way somehow magically makes things go my way. The power of positive thinking? Who knows. Who cares, as long as it keeps going my way.
Take the next door neighbors, the Heaths. He's a minister (Lutheran I think) with a wife who could have been a Scandinavian knockout, but she chose to have babies and let herself get too fat for men to desire.
Note to self: Don't get fat. LOL.
Then there are those babies. Little Billy, age 10, who is totally in love with me and doesn't know how to hide it, and the twins - beautiful little girls named Cassie and Susie. I suspect those are shortened versions of their real names.. Susan and... Cassiopeia? Whatever, Susie and Cassie will do for now.
Anyway, about things going my way. I'd just had these dreams about me being
a pagan princess conquering a kingdom full of good little Christian soldiers and lo and behold, I finally recognized the general I was totally dominating - my neighbor the good Reverend Colin Heath. Then as luck would have it, I found out his wife Amanda was going out of town for the weekend for some kind of womens' retreat .. you know, from the church, to renew their spirits or something. Good for her, she's going to need all the spirituality she can get when I get through with her nice little family. She would have been better off staying home and defending them from me.
Shrugs.
Not that that would have done her any good either. Yeah, better to get spiritually recharged or whatever, because lately, your husband has been looking at me ... differently. Of course he always looked at me. He's male. But what I mean is he was looking at me "differently".
In the past, when he got busted looking, he would either quickly avert his eyes if he thought I couldn't see him staring) or if he was too slow to look away, he would come up with some lame excuse for staring ... asking me about my new necklace or the logo on my tshirt. Maybe it was my imagination, because it started right after I had that dream two nights in a row, but something was different.
No, it wasn't my imagination .. because once when I caught him looking, he neither looked away quickly nor came up with some lame excuse for staring. Instead, he just .... lowered his eyes in submission. An apology for his weakness.
Shame on you, Reverend. I'm only 14, you know. Can I help it if I have huge
boobs for my age? (Well, actually, I am responsible for that. But he should still be ashamed of himself, and I'm pretty sure he was.)
There are two ways to handle something like that. If it's a creepy old pervert, like in the movies, get rid of him. Have him killed or arrested or something. But, if it's a regular guy with a weakness for perfect female bodies ... have some fun with him.
My beautiful, sexy, and equally evil Mom, Donna, was totally supportive of my plan.
Friday was a typical day at school. Boys wanted me. Girls either wanted me,
or wanted to kill me for the effect I was having on "their" boys. Teachers were either glad I was in their class, or hated having me in their class. Either way, it was fun being me.
I love me!
Friday afternoon, Donna informed me Amanda had left on schedule - even though we didn't know what her schedule was. Prying too deeply would have been suspicious. Donna was peeking out the window around noon as Colin and Amanda carried boxes to load into their pathetic family mini-van and he kissed her goodbye, telling her to be careful on the drive and he'd see her Sunday evening.
The invitations had already been printed up and were ready to deliver. Miss
Cassie Heath. Miss Susie Heath. Tea party, hosted by Miss Erica Somerville. Dress - semi-formal. That meant dresses with lace and ribbons and ruffles, in pink and yellow. Saturday at 10:00 a.m. at the "tea room" on the Somerville's patio. RSVP. Of course I delivered the invitations when I knew the girls could overhear me tell Mr Heath what they were. How could he say no when those cute little girls were so excited to be invited to a party. They adored me.
Billy overheard too, and couldn't hide the fact he wanted to come to the party.
"I'm sorry, William, but tea parties are only for pretty girls." No, it's not what you think ... I wasn't going to feminize him. He should be so lucky. I was going to put him in his place .. that place all boys belong. Unworthy of pretty girls. I let him whine a bit, and just as his father was about to lay down the law with him, I gently touched the good reverend on the arm and suggested it would be alright. "I think if William wants to come, he can. That will give you some time alone to ... work on your sermon or whatever." Then, totally overruling his parental authority, I addressed Billy directly. "Just because boys can't come to tea parties as guests, they can always be the ones serving the tea. Would you be okay with that, William? You can serve me and your sisters and make us all feel special?"
What do you think his answer was?
Holy shit! Can you picture it? A 14 year old girl totally controlling events at the home of a 30-something minister? I was so confident in my abilities, I didn't even consider the possibility the good reverend might resist. I didn't worry about it because I knew I could wing it and still turn it to my advantage if he did.
"I presume William has something formal to wear .. coat and tie" I said to his father. The elder Mr Heath got a strange look on his face - I was still
touching his arm by the way - and little Billy piped up, telling me he will wear his best suit. God, I wanted to kiss the little guy on the cheek, but knew that would be taking things too far in front of the father who was supposed to protect him from girls like me.
"Splendid" I never used that word before. It sounded so grown up. "I'll need William there ten minutes early to instruct him in his duties.. thank you
so much, Mr Heath."
Do you think Amanda would have let any of that happen? No way. The "men" were putty in my hands, and I thought someday when they're older I might make
Cassie and Susie my disciples.
By the time Billy arrived, looking so cute in his little suit with his unruly hair slicked down and a bit too much of dad's after shave applied, we had all the hidden cameras in place. The cameras were something we'd planned to do before Jake's homecoming/destruction anyway, so it was a good thing to have completed. I had Billy put on a pair of little white linen gloves and began to instruct him in his duties... serving tea of course .. and the little cakes and cookies. Always serve from the left. Pull out chairs to seat the ladies. We practiced that several times before the party began. Always address the ladies as "Miss". Yes Miss. No Miss. And if he didn't do it right, he'd have to leave.
I wasn't wearing anything too provocative -- unless the man had Lolita fantasies. A sweet Lolita party dress for big girls, pink and purple pastels with lots of ruffles and a big bow in front to make boys work to see my cleavage, and a ruffled hem about knee level. Knee socks and mary janes. I even had a bow in my hair to match my dress.
Poor little Billy couldn't understand everything going on inside that little pre-pubescent body of his, but I knew I'd be the one responsible for bringing on puberty much earlier than it would have been otherwise. Seconds after the girls passed through the little gate into our back yard, Donna hit "send" on her text to the Reverend Heath. "Had to run out for a few. Can you please keep an eye on the party? Thanks." He was probably watching anyway - that's why we set up the "tea room" where we did, to give him a good view from an upstairs window - but this way we knew he was watching, and knowing Donna wasn't home to provide adult supervision.
It was a splendid affair. Little Billy was so cute in his tie and jacket, serving tea and little cakes Donna and I baked that very morning. Calling his little sisters "Miss" while they giggled uncontrollably over the fact their pesky big brother was in such a subservient role to them. Susie caught him about to eat one of the little cakes and reminded him he wasn't allowed.
"That's right, William. Servants don't eat, they serve. You'll be allowed to eat if there are any left over when the ladies are done." I didn't even bother looking up to see if Colin Heath was watching my subtle seduction of his children. No, not that kind of seduction, but it might as well have been. They were all three deeply in love with me - but only Billy's love was of a sexual nature.
"Now, who wants serving boy to polish their toenails?" Both girls' hands shot up, as I gave Billy a sly grin and raised mine, too. This isn't something I warned him to expect, but the prospect of painting my toenails was awesome enough he could even do it for his little sisters first. Poor Colin must have been going mad with jealousy at the thought of his son getting to do something so intimate with me. Wouldn't an opportunity like that be wasted on a ten year old boy? Shouldn't that be done by someone my own age.. or maybe older? Someone who could appreciate what a special treat I was allowing him?
"Billy" I heard in a voice that sounded a little too high pitched to belong
to Reverend Heath -- only I was wrong, it WAS the good reverend. Billy done Susie's nails under close supervision by me ... then Cassie's with only a little help. Now it was my turn, and daddy couldn't allow it. "I'm sorry ladies, but... I need Billy to come home and do his homework. It was supposed to be done last night but I just checked it over and it isn't done right ... and we don't do homework on Sunday, do we Billy?"
Poor Colin. His wife - if she found out - would admonish him for letting the girls go to the party. The girls would lose respect for him thanks to my feminist brainwashing. But, little Billy would hate him most of all, for preventing him from getting to serve me in such a personal and intimate way.
"That's a very good policy. I don't do my homework on Sunday, either." It took some effort to not laugh at my private joke. I never did homework anyway, I had other people to do that for me. "You need to listen to your father... that's what the Bible says, isn't it?"
So now he can be mad at God as well as his own father.
"Would you like to take over for Billy, Mr Heath? He just did their toenails and he was about to start on their fingernails. I think it would be wonderful for the girls to know their father sees them as pretty young ladies ... so they won't have any self esteem issues growing up."
The girls picked up on that immediately.. daddy, daddy, do our nails, please daddy..
Was I really manipulating a minister this easily? Before long he was kneeling beside a table applying nail polish to his daughters nails. He was a b undle of nerves - I suppose thinking it would be my turn soon. "And remember ladies, we never tell anyone ANTHING that happened at the party. Not even your own mother. Right?" They both quickly nodded. It was fun keeping secrets from authority figures.
"Right ... Mr Heath?"
He knew. He knew now exactly what I was doing. He looked at me in amazement. A 14 year old girl ... this manipulative.
"Right" he whispered. I'm sure his throat was dry.
"So, now it's my turn ... isn't it, Mr Heath?"
He nodded. He knew it was wrong, but ... but ... he wanted this so badly. Too badly to pass up the opportunity.
Time to push the envelope a little further. "And I think serving boys should be addressed by their first names... not 'mister' .. what is your first name?" Here was his way out. He could tell me to fuck off and take his girls
home and make sure they and Billy never spoke to me again. This is your chance ... daddy. You know exactly what I'm doing, don't you? Exactly what I'm going to do to your nice little family? Or do you? Are your hormones clouding you thoughts so much you can't see it? Or do you see it, and something in you is making you submit anyway. Come on baby .. tell me your name.
"Colin" he whispered. The girls giggled... saying his name.. what a naughty
fun game this was for them.
"Colin" I whispered. "Then, it's my turn, Colin."
On his knees and elbows, I had provided padding for Billy ... the good 30-something Reverend, husband and father of three, pillar of the community and
saver of souls .. was a nervous wreck as he removed my shoes, rolled down my knee high stockings, and painted my pretty toenails pink to match his daughters.
"Careful, Colin ... if you get polish where it doesn't belong, I might have
to punish you." The girls giggled, of course .. and for Colin's sake I reminded them we won't talk about anything that happens at the tea party. Then his cell phone beeped to let him know he had an incoming text.
"Serving boys aren't allowed a phone while on duty, Colin." I held my hand out for the phone. His look was priceless. He was pastor of a church, a responsible man in the community. The text could be important. It could be personal. From his wife? From a parishioner having a spiritual crisis? His look begged me to understand why he needed to check the message himself. I simply shook my head no.. and he handed me his phone.
I wanted to jump up and down with glee.. but of course that would be unseemly given the circumstances. I flipped open the phone and read. "Muffin?" He turned red as a beet. It was from his wife letting him know she arrived safely. I saw no need to involve the girls, so I simply showed him the message, then flipped the phone closed and laid it on the table beside my plate.
Another moment of truth. I had taken this way too far and the good reverend needed to get up, inform me the party was over, and take his daughters home.
"Well?" We both knew - knew his options. Knew what he should do, and knew what he wanted to do, and I informed him I was waiting for his decision.
He resumed painting my nails. I leaned closer to him and whispered "good boy" -- and I heard him whimper.
After my toenails, the happily married father of three went on to do my fingernails as I was growing increasingly bored with it all. I whispered to Colin that he could be the one to tell the girls it was time to go home. For some silly reason, he might think that I was permitting him the illusion that he was the father, head of household, the one who spoke and they obeyed.
Silly boys.
As soon as he told them it was time to go, I went "awwwwww" like I was supremely disappointed. "But, you have to listen to your father. That's what the bible says, right?" So in one easy moment, I got them to hate their father for breaking up our party, and to hate the bible because they'd rather I have the authority, not their father.
Soon enough, my pretty little disciples. Soon enough.
I hope you're having a productive weekend, Mrs Heath. I know I am.