I would just like to point out that I recieved more reviews and story/author alerts for this story than I have for any other. I think the response might have something to do with the warning I placed in the summary. Apparently Covenant fanfickers are very...happy people. Regardless, I had this chapter finished the day I posted the begining of the story, then when I kept getting all the reviews I freaked a little and realized I had to make the story a LOT better, hence the slow update.

I absolutely cannot believe I wrote this. This is probably the most graphic thing I have ever written and I'm sorry if my lack of sex-writing shows through.

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The Conquests of Kimberly Greene

Part I : Reid Between the Lines

Have you ever heard of Earnest Washington Johnson Spencer? Of course not, and neither has 99 of the Spencer student body.

Regardless of that fact every single student who currently studies at Spencer and a significant portion of its alumni are all gathered on the front lawns to thank and honor the man who built this fine establishment.

In truth, Earnest never built anything for a single day of his life. He didn't even build the architect firm that made him a millionaire. His father did that one generation before him. Still, when Earnest died alone and crippled in his Newport mansion he told his manservant to give all of his money to a quaint little school in Ipswich, Massachusetts.

Why? Who the hell knows and who the fuck cares?

"Tell me why I'm here again?" Dani, my roommate asked exasperatedly as we sat on a picnic table in the shade, trying to escape the odd September heat.

I didn't even humor her with an answer. I reached behind my neck to loosen the strap of my halter-top sundress. The air was obnoxiously humid and everything felt tight. Dani was lying on the table fanning herself with the lyrics to the school's Alma Mater. In twenty minutes the students of the junior class were supposed to assemble around the pavilion near the front gates to sing and offer a nice photo opt for the local the paper.

All the Coach purses in the world couldn't force me to get up in front of a hundred drooling strangers and sing that song.

I looked around the lawn and saw students, most just as bored as I was, strewn out on the grass, in trees, and at other tables. No one was paying any attention to the speech the provost was currently giving fifty feet away. Even the few dozen parents who came were staring off into space from their prestigious seats in front of the podium.

"I'm going to get a drink," I mutter in Dani's direction. She acknowledges me by waving her hand dismissively in my direction.

Across the lawn from the picnic tables is where the PTO had set up their refreshments. The food was free, although every greedy hand that passed over their rows and rows of baked apple crisp and fudge brownies was expected to drop some heavy green in the donations basket.

The trick is to not make eye contact with the people behind the table. I walked right past the food section and over to the drinks. Cans of Coke, Pepsi, and Iced Tea were arranged in neat lines set to fit in accordingly with the striped table cloth. Obsessive details like these are what cause me to fear PTO moms and their counterparts. Seriously, who has that much time on their hands?

I skipped the canned drinks and filled a large plastic cup with punch from the punch bowl. It was the bubbly kind of punch with a wad of strawberry sherbet floating in the middle.

I walked around the edge of the trees lining campus to mingle with some other classmates. Most of them, I noticed, were asleep. The ones that weren't – mostly girls – were enjoying today as one of the few where the regulation uniform is not required. Skirts where hiked up to their fullest height and cleavage was in abundance.

I found a deserted tree and leaned against it, sipping my punch. The headmaster was still speaking monotonously in his speech about pride and honor. The poor man's face was pink from the sun and a fine layer of sweat glistened on his balding head.

Such heat could not be good for a man of his age. I'm the black suit he was wearing couldn't be helping. I wondered, not for the first time, what makes this man tick. What makes someone want to be in charge of the academic and social lives of over four hundred teenagers?

"Hey Kim," a voice said from behind me, "What do you say we make the most of this boring afternoon?"

I turned to see Craig, a very narcissistic sophomore standing very close to me.

Craig and I have, on occasion, ventured into the bedroom together. Each time I was very drunk and Craig was very excited. Younger boys tend to loose control when they find themselves performing for older females.

Today Craig was dressed in khaki cargos and a button down shirt. Even though we were not required to be in our school uniforms semiformal attire was expected.

"You're awfully blunt Craig," I took another sip of my punch without looking at him. "I thought I made it very clear that I was very drunk last time and you are very young."

"Yo," Craig said indignantly coming to stand in front of me, "I'm pretty sure you were feeling differently when I had you moaning in the study corral at the library."

"That was you?" I asked with a surprised expression, "You'll have to forgive me. I've taken quite a few boys back to the study corral." I brought the cup to my lips again and raised my eyebrows at him over the rim.

"Seriously, Craig," I patted his shoulder as I moved to walk away, "Get some practice time in, then we'll talk."

He scoffed and called me a few unnecessary names. I couldn't care less about Craig. He wasn't worth the time. As I walked back towards the picnic table where Dani was most likely asleep I noticed my steps were a little less than sure. My vision had also gone slightly blurry. I took another quick sip of the punch. It was spiked.

Yum.

Quickly changing my direction I hurried back over to the table to refill my cup. The PTO moms hadn't noticed yet, although there was one woman who was talking a little too loudly with a red cup in her hand.

I laughed under my breath as I made my way towards the dorms. This entire ceremony was completely pointless. Why couldn't they hold it on a weekday and take us out of school for a few hours instead of completely ruining a perfectly good Saturday?

I had stalked across the main lawn and through the breezeway. This was the quickest path to the dorms. Of course, when I got to the main door it was locked. I guess that was the provost's method of keeping the students at the event. It's kind of sad when you think about it; the only way they can keep kids on the lawn is by locking them out of their rooms.

I walked back out to the main path and looked around the buildings for an open window. Climbing in would be difficult in my dress, especially considering my less than sober state. But it was worth the risk. If I could get back to my dorm room I could at least attempt to get some sleep…or repaint my toe nails.

Being such a hot day most of the windows were open. Of course I was now near the administrative building, and the inhabitants of the first floor offices were graciously privy to air conditioning. This is entirely unfair. Students can't even buy their own window units because they're considered to be fire hazards. But if you're old and fat and have worked at this school for more than twenty years – in a position that does not involve a mop or a broom – then your office is automatically relocated to the air-conditioned wing.

It is for this reason that I didn't expect to find any open windows in my search. But surprisingly, after walking around the main building, I found a window open on the first floor. There was small bush growing beneath that I promptly stuck my eighty-dollar Prada sling-backs into to get some height. From there I was able to hoist myself up over the sill and swing one leg over. If anyone had been looking they would have seen a clear view of my barely-there orange lace thong.

Once inside the office I readjusted my dress, pulling down the hem and fixing my top. I placed the empty punch cup on the desk in front of me and looked around for some form of identification to show me where I was. I found a small plaque that said 'Dean of Students, Robert Ordway' hanging near the door.

It was while I was standing near the door, which had a viewing window to the front lobby, that someone nearly sacred the shit out of me by knocking on the glass from the other side. After jumping back at least three feet and throwing a hand to my heaving chest I focused on the figure looking at me from the other side.

Reid Garwin was starring back at me with a bemused expression, motioning for me to open the door.

I took a few seconds to calm my nerves. This was a very unexpected turn of events. Here I was, all alone and sweating in the Dean's office on this hot September day. Reid Garwin was outside, also presumably alone. There was no one else around; the entire school was supposed to be outside at the assembly…

It's my lucky day.

Putting on my best shocked expression I sauntered over to open the door. He pushed it open the minute the lock was undone, backing me into the room.

"Hey sweetheart," Reid smiled as if we were best friends, "Thanks for letting me in. I dropped some pretty important papers in here earlier."

"Really," I said skeptically. It wasn't exactly a foreign concept to think that Reid frequented the office of the Dean of Students. Despite my doubts he began shuffling through some of the loose papers on the desk. I frowned at his lack of interest.

"And here I thought you were just waiting for me," I said with a slightly coy accent to my words. I leaned back against the door stood with my legs out so that the hem of my dress rose up a few extra inches.

Ried stopped with his hands still on the pile of papers. He looked up at me, as if noticing for the first time that I was of the female variety. I saw his eyes rake over my long tanned legs, curvy hips, and brawless chest.

Of course he couldn't tell I wasn't wearing a bra, not yet anyways.

Seeming to have found enough to entice him – I'm sure he found more than enough – Reid walked over to me and placed on hand on either side of my head, leaning against the door frame.

"It's Kim right?" he asked, squinting at my face.

"Oh my god, I must be special if Reid Garwin knows my name," I imitated the high pitched voice of some of my more plastic classmates. Reid seemed to know what I was getting at and smirked at my impression.

"May I ask what brings a lovely lady like you inside on such a special day of school pride?" I noticed that had positioned himself to be able to look directly down my top without even having to shift.

"It's too hot out," I said, softly so he needed to lean in to hear me, "I was going to go back to my dorm room and get out of this dress. Why are you here?"

He took a few moments to answer and I knew I had set the right image growing in his mind. He looked so dazed that I had to prompt a response by clearing my throat rather loudly.

"Oh that's not important," He said offhandedly, "The Dean and I had a minor disagreement and he decided it was best if I didn't attend today's ceremony."

I laughed, "Meaning that you must have terrorized some poor, unfortunate person earlier today and he just didn't have time to deal with you. What did you do?"

"He heard about a small plan I had for today's events and got a little worried," Reid took a loose lock of my hair and began to twirl it between his fingers.

I let my eyes wander up to his pale, baby blues. With the blonde hair and fair skin Reid was very different from the rest of his friends who mostly had the tall, dark, and handsome thing going on. His staple black beanie – missing from today's ensemble – and black skater gloves only added to his separate image and I wondered vaguely if that was his intention in the first place.

"So Kim," he asked slowly, dropping the lock of hair and moving his thumb down the side of my face. "I have a little offer for you."

Inwardly I chuckled at his tactics. Could it really be that easy? This boy had absolutely no qualms about casual sex. Even the horniest pricks I'd met started the event with a few false tender kisses.

"And what would that be?" I asked, letting my breath blow across his lips. Those lips came down on the soft skin near my ear. Ah, there's the false tender kiss, I thought. I let my fingers dance on his stomach.

"Well I really need to find this piece of paper, it has my name misspelled on it," he chuckled to himself, "So if you could help me look for it I'm sure I could make it worth your trouble."

I dug my fingers sharply into his rib cage and pushed him away with my free hand. The atmosphere in this room had suddenly died.

"I don't do clerk work," I spat at him, "Good luck finding that paper." I turned around and open the door. I almost had one foot outside but Reid grabbed me and spun me around again, shutting the door in the process.

"Okay," He nodded his head, "New game." The hand came to my hair again and his other one rested on my hip. "How about I try to guess what kind of underwear you're wearing and if I get it right..." his lips came down to suck on my bottom lip, "We give Ordway's desk a new paint job."

I smiled against his kiss at the crude comment. Maybe Bad Boy isn't posing for Abercrombie's Punk Issue. "Well," I said, letting my tongue run across his top lip, "I've never defiled a desk before."

That was all the signal Reid needed. Instantly he was pressed up against me, one knee between my legs and both hands hugging my hips. His lips seemed to grow bigger as they latched onto mine. I felt his warm tongue knocking for entrance very quickly. I opened my mouth to let him in.

His breath was minty and cool. When he kissed me he paid special attention to my lower lip, gently sucking on it while still exploring the inside of my mouth. I responded with more force, bringing one hand to his hair and letting the other grip the muscles of his upper arm. His skin was warm, mostly likely from the heat.

One of his hands left my side and began to trace shapes on my bear back. His lips left mine and he tilted his head down so he could kiss my jaw, then my neck, then my collar bone. I tensed as he moved down to the soft skin of my breasts which were peeking out from halter-top.

The hand on my back crawled closer and closer to the tie of my dress. I let one of my hands drop to his thigh where it slowly began to rub closer and closer to his groin. His lips wreaked havoc on my chest as he used his teeth – his teeth! – to pull back part of the cotton material covering them. I stretched my head up involuntarily to thrust my chest out more, giving him more room to expand.

Suddenly I felt his hand forcibly pull the knot lose at the back of my dress. I reached up and caught the ties before they could unravel. "Hold on Speedy," I said, my voice barely audible because of my heavy breathing, "You haven't guessed yet."

At first Reid was clearly irritated that I had prevented his from total boob access. Then he looked up and smirked. His face should be on the poster for that 'cat got the canary' expression. His hand left my back and he tapped the fingers on his chin, thinking.

"Well you're clearly far from innocent so I'm definitely gonna say thong," I nodded, but there was no way he could guess the color.

"Now for the color…" still tapping his fingers Reid glanced sharply at me and smiled, "Orange?"

My face went deadpan. "How the fuck did you know that?"

Reid sniggered and leaned in close to my ear, "You're not too graceful at climbing in a window." On the last word his hands shot up under my dress and grabbed my thighs, hoisting my legs around him. He attacked my neck again and I let my top fall down exposing my breasts and very erect nipples.

He backed us up to the desk, carrying me with him as I dragged my fingers through his hair. He set me against the edge of the desk and knocked the figurines and pencil holders off the edge. I pushed his head up so that I could kiss him full on the lips again, pressing hard and forcing my tongue into his mouth.

He found the zipper at the back of my dress and pulled it all the way down. I used both my hands to hastily unbutton his shirt. Without breaking our kiss he reached behind me and pushed the papers and planners off the desk. Then he cupped both of my breasts and pushed me down into a flat position with my legs hanging off the side.

He tugged the dress down off my hips and let it fall to floor. Then he climbed on top of the desk and straddled me, giving my nipples a hard pinch as he did so. I sucked in a gasp. Two could play that game. As he settled over me and started to suck on the soft skin between my breasts – Reid was clearly a chest man – I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.

Once inside his boxers I let my fingers tiptoe up and down his shaft before playing a slight squeezing game with his balls. His head jerked at the contact and actually nipped my skin. Recovering quickly he pushed my thighs apart with his hands and let his fingers slip inside for the fastest second. I moaned and rolled my head back against the desk.

I could feel his erection growing and pushed his pants and boxers down so the flag could fly freely. My fingers traveled up to his abdomen where I eagerly explored his extensive set of muscles. Reid might have a slim build but he has a very toned body.

He slipped inside of me again and I clawed my fingers on the polished wood beneath me. I pulled him closer by the shoulders and raked my lips over his collar bone, planting little kisses along the way. I was breathing so heavily now that I felt light headed. The heat and humidity were causing my pores to sweat and my skin was glistening, as was Reid.

He pushed my legs further apart and settled above me. Then finally – finally – I felt him push inside of me. I was amazed to feel him full and large, far bigger than anyone I'd had before. His member was already throbbing and he quickly got to work, rocking back and forth on top of me.

I moved up to his neck and began urgently accosting his skin as my own hips pushed harder against him, wanting it all. His hands returned to my breasts and he bent his head down to lick my nipples before returning his neck to my lips again. I made guttural noises in my throat as his speed increased. His hands left my chest and he used them to support himself.

The tension was building and I felt my heart begin to race. My body started bucking involuntarily and I clawed my fingers into the wood. All I could think of was how long we had been at it. He shifted his weight to one hand and arched my back with the other as he felt my climax rack my body.

The sensations were incredible. I felt my muscles tightening around him and my whole body felt nothing but pleasure. I was unaware of the hard surface beneath me, or the thick heavy air in the room, or the sounds I was making.

Just as I started to come down I felt him shudder and release inside me. My temperature was already far too high but his ejaculation must have increased it. When he was done he slid out of me and rested his forehead between my breasts, gulping up air. I couldn't move. All I could do was lie there and try to steady my spinning head.

After a few moments Reid seemed to have regained his composure. "Well, that was fun Kim," and he backed off of me and off the desk. I still felt completely paralyzed where I was. Never before had an orgasm taken me on such a ride. As he was hitching up his pants Reid paused and stuck his index finger back inside me then smeared that wetness across the top of the Dean's desk.

"I think that fucker could use a little action of his own," he scoffed, then grabbed my hand and pulled me off the desk.

The lift into a vertical position seemed to pull me from my daze. I slid back into my dress as Reid buttoned his shirt. He saw me attempting to tie the halter top.

"Let me help you there," and the smirk was back as he pulled the ties super tight, stretching the fabric across my already sensitive nipples. "Sorry," he laughed at my intake of breath and tied the knot very loosely.

I flattened my hair with my fingers and adjusted the necklace and bracelets I had been wearing. When we were both fully reassembled Reid opened the door and let me out first. We walked into the main lobby and paused before we parted ways.

"We should do that again sometime," he said, "Maybe in the Provost's office."

I sniggered and leaned right up against him, "Why were you waiting outside the office?"

He quirked an eyebrow and bent down to nibble my neck. With one finger twirling a free lock of hair he whispered into my ear, "You should try some of the punch."

I grinned knowingly and reached down to his crotch. "I already did, nicely done." Then giving him a final naughty tug I turned and walked towards the dorms as sounds of the Alma Mater drifted in from the grounds.

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