Note: I'm still taking requests, but please guys... no more Troy/Gabriella requests... I have 3 waiting to be written and I've already written 2... they as a couple really do nothing for me and you can get all the Troyella you could ever want (okay.. maybe not all of it) in the HSM movies... I want to write about new and different couples...
Anyway, here's the information for this story:
Requested by: LoveIsLost29
Couple: Troy & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: "I've been told determination is my best quality"
Setting/Event: The Evan's Swimming Pool
Random Stuff:
- Beach ball
- strawberry lemonade
I wrote most of this yesterday and I had hoped to post it last night... but then I got some rather infuriating news and lost all my inspiration and my drive to write a sex scene... I mean I was so pissed I was seething... but I'm doing better today... I've calmed down quite a bit and I was able to finish the story. I've started working on the Jason/Sharpay story requested by HeSaidSheSaidx and as well as the Jason/Kelsi story requested by AllForLoveAndHappiness (thanks for submitting new ideas for it, by the way). Anyway... I hope you guys enjoy the story and let me know what you think!
Seducing Troy
Sharpay Evans was a method actress. She lived her life as if every moment was a scene in a play. That's why on an early Friday morning in July, she prepared for her next role-convincing her parents that she was too sick to go to her cousin's wedding.
She had purposely slept with her makeup on the night before and had gotten up early to finish her sleep-deprived look. Five minutes prior to show time, she had put a warm heating clothe on her forehead.
It was now show time. Sharpay took a deep breath and wrapped her pink, satin comforter around her body then exited her room. She sniffed as she padded down the stairs, dressed in her pink, silk pajamas.
"Is that you, Sharpay?" Her mother called, hearing footsteps on the stairs. "Are you-" She stopped when she saw Sharapy. "Pumpkin, what's wrong?"
"I feel miserable," Sharpay croaked. "I think I have the flu." She shuddered as if she was getting another cold flash.
"You poor baby!" Her mom exclaimed, reaching out to feel Sharpay's forehead. "You have a fever." She sighed. "I guess I'll go call my sister and tell her we won't be able to go to Annabelle's wedding."
"No!" Sharpay shouted then coughed. "I mean, it's cousin Annabelle's wedding, we should be there."
"I don't care if it's your cousin's wedding, you are not traveling ill," her mom stated. "And I don' like the idea of leaving you home by yourself."
"I'll be fine mom," Sharpay sniffed. "I'm almost 18 and you'll only be gone for the weekend."
"What's going on in here?" Sharpay's dad asked, coming into the house. "Sharpay, why aren't you dressed, we have to leave in like five minutes."
"She's sick, Vance," her mom said. "And I don't know how I feel about leaving her home alone."
Sharpay's dad studied her closely before he said, "I think she'll be alright here by herself."
"Alright, you can stay home, but you call me immediately if you feel any worse," her mom said after her dad went back outside. "We're taking the private jet, so we'll be able to head home at a moments notice."
"Okay," Sharpay nodded, slowly.
"Feel better, pumpkin," her mom said and kissed her cheek before she walked out of the house.
Sharpay locked the front door behind her mom then wrapped her blanket tightly around her body and went back up to her room. Just in case they came home for any reason, she climbed into her bed and waited.
As the minutes ticked by she mentally ran over the next step of her plan: getting Troy Bolton over to her house. She knew that he would be suspicious of her motives unless he thought he was coming over to pick up something-something like basketball papers for the University of Albuquerque.
Hearing her phone ring, Sharpay leaned over and looked at the caller I.D.-it was her mother. She took a deep breath and answered the phone in her "sick" voice, "Hello?"
"I just wanted to tell you that we're on the plan," her mom said. "Call the plane phone if there is an emergency, but I'll call you when we get to San Francisco."
"Okay," Sharpay sniffed. "I think I'm going to take a nap, so if I don't answer…"
"Alright, pumpkin, you just call me before seven our time," her mom said. "Hope you feel better. Love you."
"Love you, too," Sharpay replied before hanging up her phone.
A smile spread across her face as she climbed out of her bed; part 1 of "Seducing Troy"-that's what she was calling it-had gone off with out a hitch. She quickly remade her bed then hurried into her bathroom to shower.
She washed all the make up off her face and washed her long, blonde hair with the strawberry shampoo she'd purchased especially for today-rumor had it that Troy loved the scent of strawberries- then conditioned it with the matching strawberry conditioner.
Climbing out of the shower, Sharpay slipped into her fluffy pink robe and went into her walk in closet. After studying her rack of bikinis, she selected the itty bitty gold one then grabbed a sheer black mini dress to wear over it.
She couldn't help but check out her body after she put on the gold bikini. Sure Troy's girlfriend Gabriella Montez had curves, but Sharpay had a killer body and since Troy had one too, it was obvious that he appreciated a fit body. Plus, her boobs were bigger-maybe not by a lot, but still bigger.
After taking extra time to straighten her blonde hair, Sharpay combed it back and put it up in a high ponytail. Then she put on her makeup, making sure to use her waterproof mascara, and kissed her mirror after applying her pink lip gloss.
Slipping on a pair of cork wedge heels with a thick gold strap, Sharpay grabbed her cell phone and held down the number 1-the speed dial number that Troy's number was programmed into-on her pink Moto Razr phone.
"Talk to me," he answered in his typical fashion.
"Hi Troy," she greeted.
"Hi Sharpay," he replied, groaning internally. He wished that she would leave him and Gabriella alone, but apparently, she couldn't see what everyone else saw and that was that he and Gabriella were happy. Though, that wasn't entirely all her fault-it was Chad's and the stupid bet that Troy had gotten talked into. Stupid Chad… "What's up, Sharpay?"
"My dad asked me to call you and let you know he has some papers for you," Sharpay lied.
"What kind of papers?" Troy asked.
"I don't know," Sharpay replied. "But he said they were important."
"Alright, when should I come over and get them?" Troy asked.
"You could come get them now," she suggested.
"Okay, I'll be there in ten," Troy replied before hanging up.
Slipping her phone into one of the pockets on her sheer dress, Sharpay left her room with a devilish grin on her face. Troy had easily fallen for part 2 of "Seducing Troy," and best of all, he wasn't expecting anything.
She'd been after Troy since freshman year of high school. She'd watched him from a far for the first semester then one day, five days before the Valentine's dance, he came up to her and asked her if she'd go with him to the dance. She had agreed and they'd gone to the dance and in her opinion had had a great time.
Then the Monday after the dance when she said hello to him in the hall, he acted like he didn't even know who she was and he continued to avoid her until they ended up in the same homeroom during junior year.
Then when Sharpay thought she might have a chance with Troy, Gabriella walked into East High from San Diego, California and threw Sharpay's world upside down. Not only had Gabriella invaded Sharpay's territory by going after Troy, but she had then convinced Troy to go out for the school play and beat Sharpay out for the lead role.
Just thinking about Gabriella made Sharpay madder than hell. Who did Gabriella think she was? Walking in and disrupting Sharpay's life like she owned the world.
Hearing the doorbell ring, Sharpay grinned. Well, if Gabriella wanted to play war, then war she would get. Sharpay checked her reflection in the hall mirror, before she opened the front door. "Hey, Troy."
"Hey," he replied from his spot on the doorstep, his hands shoved in the pockets of the khaki shorts he was wearing with a dark blue wifebeater and a pair of flip flops on his feet. "Got those papers?"
"In daddy's office," Sharpay replied, stepping aside so he could come into the house. "Come inside, it's warm out there already."
"Okay," Troy replied, timidly stepping into the house. He wasn't sure whether or not to trust her, after all, she was dressed in a skimpy little outfit-though it did look hot on her. He shook his head and looked around the entry hall, noting for the first time that the house was really quiet. "Is anybody else here?"
"Boi is here, somewhere," Sharpay replied, shutting the front door and locking it. "Daddy's office is upstairs."
That's what he had been afraid of-both being alone in the house and her dad's office being upstairs. "Where are your parents and Ryan?" Troy asked as she led him up the stairs. He tried to keep his eyes on the stairs, but they kept sneaking back to her short dress and the gold bikini he could see through the mess material.
"On their way to a wedding," Sharpay replied. "They're in the air as we speak."
"Why didn't you go?" Troy asked her.
"Didn't want to," she shrugged as she stopped in front of a pair of mahogany doors. "This is daddy's office." Then as if she was opening a place for the first time, she turned both handles and pushed the doors open in an exaggerated, grand motion.
Troy's eyes looked around the room as he followed Sharpay inside. Every piece of wood furniture-and there was a lot of it-was a rich mahogany. Even though Troy had no desire to ever have a job that required he own an office set of this grandeur, he found himself drooling over the beautiful wood-if only he could touch it…
"Well that's funny," Sharpay said, snapping Troy out of his fantasy about the wood.
"What's funny?" He asked.
"Daddy said the papers were on his desk, but I don't see them," Sharpay frowned, looking at the completely empty desk-well it had stuff on it, just not any papers.
"Oh, can you call him?" Troy asked.
"Not when they're in the air," Sharpay lied.
"Oh, well I guess I could come back over later or something," he said.
"Or you could hang out here," Sharpay smiled. "And we could go swimming."
"I don't know, Sharpay," he said, looking at her suspiciously.
"Oh, come on, Troy," Sharpay rolled her eyes. "It's hot outside. Just think of how nice the water would feel on your skin."
Standing by the window over looking the backyard he had to admit that the pool did look tempting and it was hot outside… No, he told himself. You can't let her talk you into this.
"Well?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Uh…" he looked at her and saw her gold bikini then snapped his fingers. "I don't have a pair of swim trunks."
"We have extras in the pool house."
"I don't know…"
"It would be a lot of fun, Troy. Besides, it's never a good idea to swim by yourself and if you don't go swimming with me, I can't go at all."
"You don't give up, do you?"
"I'm a very determined person."
"So I've noticed."
"I've been told determination is my best quality."
"I can see why."
She smiled brightly, showing off her pearly whites.
"We're just swimming, right?"
"Yeah, but we can also eat if we get hungry."
"Okay, I'll stay," Troy said giving in. "But only until you talk to your dad."
"Deal," Sharpay grinned.
Troy found himself checking out her assets again as he followed her down the stairs, out the backdoor and to the pool house. There, she showed him where the extra swim trunks were then grabbed two towels before she left him to change.
Troy looked through the name brand swim trunks-most of them still baring the price tag-and selected a pair of black ones. He went into the bathroom and changed into the trunks, before dropping his clothes into a cubby that Sharpay had pointed to. He slipped his flip flops back on and headed out to the pool.
While he had been changing, Sharpay had laid the towels out on two lounge chairs and had put two glasses of what looked like strawberry lemonade on a little table between the two chairs. Her sheer black dress was draped over the top of one of the chairs and she was standing by the edge of the pool blowing up a pink beach ball.
Troy didn't stop his eyes from wandering down her smooth, sculpted, tan body. He could feel his loins stir when she turned towards him, showing him just how small the gold bikini really was. He tried pulled his eyes away from the two triangles of fabric that concealed her perky breasts from his eyes, but he failed.
"See something you like?"
"Sorry." He blushed as his eyes met hers.
"Don't be," she grinned as she tossed the beach ball into the pool and walked over to the lounge chairs. She leaned over the one closest to her-giving him a great view of her cleavage-and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen.
Troy's eyes followed her hands as they massaged the white cream onto her arms, legs, stomach and chest. As her hand slipped under the fabric of her top, he found himself hoping that something would happen so he could see just how perky her breasts were.
"I'll help you with your back."
He hadn't even realized he said that out loud until she stood up and walked over to him. She handed him the bottle then turned her back to him and pulled the end of her ponytail up so it was out of the way.
Troy squirted the sun screen into his hands then rubbed it onto her back, fighting the urge he suddenly had to pull the strings that kept her top on. He shook his head and took his hands off her back before he could do something stupid.
"Thanks, Troy," she smiled, her eyes grazing over his naked chest. "Want me to put some on your back?"
"Uh, sure," he nodded.
She squirted some into her hand and worked the cream into his tanned skin. He arched his back as she rubbed some knots out of his back with her manicured hands.
"That feels so good," he moaned, closing his eyes.
"I'm glad," she smirked.
Troy's eyes shot open at the sound of her voice and he stepped away from her. He couldn't let himself fall into her trap. "I'll take it from here," he stammered.
She nodded and kicked off her shoes before she sashayed over to the pool steps. He watched as she walked into the pool and disappeared under the water before coming back up. She ran her hand over her wet hair and stood up in the water-her wet bikini top clinging to her breasts-then leaned against the side of the pool.
"Uh, Troy, I think you have enough sunscreen," she said.
Troy looked down at his hand and saw that it was full of sunscreen and that some had even dripped over the sides and onto the cement pool deck. He closed the lid on the sunscreen and looked around for someplace to wipe his hand. Spotting a patch of grass, he walked over and wiped most of the sunscreen off his hand before using what was left to rub into his skin.
"You gonna come in?" Sharpay asked him.
"Yeah," Troy nodded. He kicked off his flip flops then climbed into the pool. Sharpay had been right, the cool water felt amazing as it enveloped his body. He came up for air and flipped his wet hair out of his face with his hand.
"Feels good, huh?" She smiled, smiling over to him.
"Yeah," he nodded.
Slipping under the water, she swam towards the deep end, but as she passed under the rope dividing the shallow and deep ends, her bikini top got caught somehow and she didn't realize it until she felt the water on her breasts.
She shot out of the water and saw her gold bikini top tied up on the rope. She shrieked when Troy came up from air right next to her-sure she had planned on being topless in front of him later, but that was on her own terms, when she (or he) would take it off, not when it was stripped from her body by an inanimate object!
"What's wrong?" Troy asked then he followed her stare and saw the gold top tide up around the rope. "Oh." He felt his loins tighten in his shorts at the realization that she was topless.
"It was an accident, Troy, I swear," she said, using one arm to cover up her breasts.
"I believe you," he replied and he really did-though he wasn't exactly sure why.
"Can you help me get it off?" She asked him.
"Yeah," he nodded. He swam over to the rope and tried to figure out how it'd happen. "Geez, Shar, you got this thing stuck on here good. I don't know if we can get this off without cutting it off."
"Really?" Sharpay swam over and got so close to Troy-not necessarily on purpose-that when he moved his hand under the water it brushed her breast. She pretended not to notice-though other parts of her body flamed at slight touch-and studied the knot that her bikini top had become. "Well, shit."
"Yeah," Troy nodded his mind no longer on the bikini top, but on the need to touch her breasts again. So he did.
Sharpay's back was turned towards him and she was so focused on trying to untangle her top that she jumped in surprise when she felt his hands cup her breasts. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him as his firm hands massaged her breasts.
Find it difficult to tread water and fondle her breasts, Troy lowered his mouth to her ear and said, "Shallow end."
Forgetting all about the bikini top, she and Troy swam until they could both touch then he pressed her body between himself and the wall of the pool, loving the feeling of her perky breasts against his chest.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and she could feel his hard member poking the back of her thigh and smiled, if she had known that all she had to do to get seduce him was to take her top off, she would have done it along time ago. She moved her lower body in a circular motion as he orally attacked her breasts.
Feeling like he was going to explode, Troy pulled himself away from her breasts and looked up at her lust filled eyes. He couldn't believe he was really going to offer what he was about to. Sure, he had Gabriella… but Sharpay, a guy would have to be gay-or blind-not to want to have his junk inside her at least once.
"Can I- er- we have-" she silenced him with a finger to his lips and nodded her head. She unwrapped her legs from his waist and wasted no time undoing the strings and Velcro that secured his swim trunks. Her eyes locked with his as she slid her hand into his shorts and took a hold of his manhood.
"Shar, I can't hold out much longer," he said, his voice low and husky.
She pushed his shorts down while he untied the strings that held her bikini bottoms on.
With all the offending material out of the way, she helped guide his manhood into her sex then wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Don't move," he said, standing as still as possible. He didn't want to blow this moment by cumming too soon. He took several deep, calming breaths before he said, "Okay, I think we're good."
Sharpay wove her hands through his short hair as he pumped in and out of her hot sex. She whimpered into his ear as her body met with his and her long-time-wished dream played out in her pool of all places.
Troy's lips sought hers out for the first time as the waves of water they were creating splashed against their bodies. He never imagined having sex with Sharpay, not to mention having sex in a pool… he knew Gabriella would never do such a thing... she liked beds… she wouldn't even feel him up or let him feel her up if they weren't on a bed.
Feeling Sharpay break away and hearing her moan into his ear brought Troy back to reality and kissed her neck as her head tipped back. He could feel her walls contracting around his member and knew they were both reaching their limit.
She came first, digging her nails into his tanned skin of his shoulders and biting her lower lip. Just the expression on her face as she rode through her orgasm was enough to send him into his own release. He grunted and shot his seed deep into her.
She clung on to the wall of the pool as he slid of her and moved to her side to hold onto the wall, too.
"That was fun, Troy," Sharpay smiled at him.
"That wasn't fun," he stated and her face fell. "That was amazing." Her face instantly brightened. "I should have given into your advances along time ago."
"Every no just made me more determined to get you," she replied. "And we all know that determination is one of my best qualities."
"No argument here."
She smiled again. "You want something to eat?"
"Yeah, I'm starved."
He pulled on his swim trunks and she put on her bottoms before they climbed out of the pool, leaving her top tided to the rope. They dried off their bodies, and she pulled on her sheer dress, then went into the house to eat.
Upon her instruction, Troy dumped out the strawberry lemonade he'd brought in and refilled both glasses with ice and fresh lemonade while she made them both sandwiches. With his back turned toward her, she smiled as stared at the fingernail prints she'd left on his back. Her "Seducing Troy" plan had gone better than she had ever hoped and best of all, he had no idea that it had all been a plan.
