The morning of October 29 dawned bright and cold in lower Michigan. A light mist clung to the ground and the amber light of the sun set the few remaining leaves in the trees afire. Carved pumpkins and Dollar Store scarecrows adorned the facades of the houses up and down the street and a blustery breeze swept fallen leaves across the front yards facing the sidewalk. In his room at 1247 Mercer, a one story ranch house with faux stone inlay around the front door, David stood before the mirror and tucked his shirt into his tan slacks. He studied his reflection for a moment and nodded appreciatively at his bowtie. His trousers were neatly pressed, his pocket protector was on point, and his glasses were big enough that he could spot new planets and approaching asteroids.

In other words, he looked snaaaaazy.

David turned away from the mirror, grabbed his backpack, and left the room. In the kitchen, a banner hung over the table. HAPPY BIRTHDAY it said. Today, David was seventeen, and he intended to celebrate by stuffing his face with gluten free, soy-protein strawberry cake and ripping into his presents. That was how every boy his age celebrated his birthday, more or less. David was not most boys, however. For the first time in his life, David was not excited for his Big Day. This year, it didn't feel as special. He was looking forward to the cake, to be sure, but the presents...pshaw. He wasn't interested in those. What did those compare to his, ahem, arrangement with Lola and her friends?

Last month, David reluctantly helped Lola Loud - the head cheerleader and most beautiful girl in school - win prom queen via the Joe Biden method.

Cheating.

To thank him, Lola and her friends...how to say this properly...allowed him access to the girls' locker room. Every time they were in there, they would let him watch them shower, something he enjoyed very much. Last week, Lindsey invited him to wash her back. He ran his hands over her naked shoulders and she threw back her head and made noises of pleasure until he thought he was going to explode. "Now my butt," she said, and David's hands shook as he skimmed them over the soft flesh of her rounded behind. She turned around, face red and eyes hazy, and his eyes went to her small but perfectly formed breasts, She guided his hands to her chest and let him play with them.

It was amazing.

Of all the girls, Lola was still his favorite, and he loved the way she would sit him down on the bench and bend over naked in front of him, hovering her pink, glistening center inches from his face. Her heat and smell drove him wild and he would come so close to throwing her to the floor and rutting her that the back of his neck tingled. She would cast a sexy look over her shoulder and grin, and David was almost certain that that meant she wanted him to do something. The last time she did it, he almost put his fingers in her but chickened out at the last minute. He wasn't sure of her intentions and didn't want to do something wrong.

Before leaving the house, David drew a glass of water from the tap and drank it slowly as he gazed out the window over the sink. A chest high wooden fence separated his yard from the neighbors' and he could see across. The living room window - at least he assumed it was the living room window - was covered with a tye dye blanket boasting a white peace sign and trimmed with Christmas lights. The owner lived in Florida and rented to a pair of hippies. The man wore crazy clothing and the woman always looked drunk. At night, if you went outside, you could hear music coming from their house: Pink Floyd, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Tupac.

Yes, they were fond of Tupac.

Strange, David knew.

Rinsing the glass out, David returned it to he drying rack and crossed into the living room. He slipped into his jacket and went outside, locking the door behind him. A bone chilling gust of wind blew over him and he shuddered, pulling the jacket closed at the throat. Head down, he cut across the yard and picked up the sidewalk, dead leaves crunching underfoot like the dried husks of last summer's cicadas.

Fifteen minutes later, Royal Woods High loomed out of the fiery foliage like the spires of a gothic church, its stone front faded and blackened with age. The wide windows reminded David of watching eyes and the American flag flapped lazily in the wind. Yellow school buses ideled at the curb and a massive, spreading group of kids filled the commons, talking, horseplaying, and generally acting like braindead morons. David crossed the street and made his way through the crowd, head down and shoulders squared. Hanging out before class was a proud tradition at RWHS, but David never partook, since he didn't have many friends. He had a few, yes, but the commons was a lawless wasteland where might made right and puny nerds like him were smoked by jocks, skateboarders, goths, rednecks, gangstas, and really anyone else who felt like picking on them.

He was almost to the door when someone called out. His heart jumped into his throat and he froze. He turned slowly around and was met with the sight of three burly jocks approaching him. Chad, in the middle, grinned at him, and his two cronies, Butch and Tyshawn, had no expressions whatsoever. They were mountains of meat with no soul, no brain, and no self-determinaon. They were to Chad what orcs were to the Goblin King in Devilspawn, the board game David and his friends played every Saturday night. Chad grabbed David in a headlock and gave him a painful noogie. "I heard it's your birthday, geek," Chad said. He stopped grinding his knuckles into David's head. "Is that true?"

"You heard correct," David said.

"Nice," Chad said and shoved him away. "I got my dick sucked last night so I'm in a good mood. Tell you what, nerd, I won't mess with you today." He brought his hand down on David's back in what may have been a friendly clap if David were bigger and stronger. At his current height and weight, it almost turned his spine to dust. "By the way, tell your mom she left her panties at my house."

David's face flushed with anger and he came very close to insulting Chad, but thought better of it. The last thing he wanted on today of all days was to be brutally beaten and then shoved into a locker for some hapless hall monitor to find. Chad and his toadies had a good laugh over their mistreatment of someone smaller and weaker than they were and wandered off to fail math and kick balls. David watched them go through slitted eyes, then heaved a deep breath and went inside. He stopped by his locker, deposited his backpack, and grabbed his history book from the overhead shelf. The bell rang, and he hurried off to class, getting there ahead of everyone else because they were too busy wasting time in the quad.

That first period, David was alone, but he had his next class with Meli and Lacy, both from the cheer team. It was chemistry so the single student desks were replaced by long tables that sat two to three pupils each. Meli and Lacy, both dressed in their cheer uniforms, pressed up against him on either side, their hands rubbing his inner thighs and their breasts flush to arms. "Happy Birthday, David," Lacy purred.

"Yeah," Meli added, "Happy Birthday."

David swallowed with an audible click, hot and shaky from head to toe. "Thank you," he said.

"Your big day," Lacy whispered into his ear as she slipped her hand under his shirt.

Meli squeezed his crotch and his hips jerked. "Big, big day," she said. Both girls kissed either side of his neck and David melted into a puddle of warm jelly.

When class was over and his erection had subsided, David went to his locker. He got there and found Lindsey waiting for him, her arms crossed over her ample chest. Her top bared her midriff; her belly button piercing glinted in the lights. "Happy Birthday, David," she said.

David's pants started to feel tight again. "Thanks," he managed.

"I got you something," she said.

With that, she reached up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. She bent, stepped out of them and handed them to him. They were pink and frilly and still warm with her body heat. He gaped down at them with wide eyes and Lindsey strutted by trailing her fingertips along his shoulder. "Close your mouth, David," she grinned, "you're going to catch a fly."

David snapped his mouth closed.

He looked around to see if anyone had noticed Lindsey's, ahem, gift, and no one was looking at him funny, so he assumed not. Clutching the panties in his hands, he dashed off to the bathroom and locked himself in the far stall. He lifted them to his nose and took a big whiff; the musk of Lindsey's scent filled his nose and brought his penis to full attention. He was just about to wrap them around his shaft so that he could feel her warmth when the bell rang. Letting out a growl of frustration, he shoved them into his pocket, bent heavily at the waist to conceal his erection, and went to class. While everyone else was quietly reading from Chapter 6 of Romeo and Juliet, he took Lindsey's underwear out and sat them in his lap. He touched and stroked them, wishing he were touching the real thing and not merely something that had been close to the real thing.

His next class was math. Roxanne and Darcy greeted him at the door, Darcy pulling him into a big hug. Her sizable breasts flattened against his chest and the smell of her perfume made his mouth water. "Happy Birthday," she said.

"Thanks," he said. He hesitated, then rested his hands on the small of her back.

"Lower," she whispered.

He moved them slightly lower.

"Lower."

Again, only slightly lower.

"Squeeze my butt," she said.

Daivd clutched her butt cheeks through the flimsy fabric of her skirt and squeezed. She pressed against him and let out a breathy sigh. His erection prodded her middle and instead of shying away from it, she swiveled her hips to feel it better. "It's your birthday. I'm the one who supposed to have a present for you."

"I-I'm the giving ty[e," he said nervously.

Roxanne leaned in close and flicked her tongue over his earlobe. "So are we."

David swallowed.

At the end of the day, David took his books to his locker and placed them carefully on the shelf. He didn't have any homework, so he hung his backpack from the hook. He went to the bathroom and peed, then washed his hands. The girls had cheer practice today which meant he was automatically invited into the locker room. He would just have to wait a few minutes for the school to empty out.

Back in the stall, he sat on the toilet seat and held Lindsey's panties in his hands. He pressed them to his face and took a deep breath. His dick got rock hard again and his heart started to pump. He let out a shuddery breath and stroked himself through his pants. He was just about to unzip them when a voice called out. "David? You in here?"

Lindsey.

"Yeah," he squeaked. "A-Are you ready?"

She hummed. "So ready."

David swallowed thickly.

So was he.

Getting up, he shoved her panties into his pocket and went out.

She wasn't there.

He left the bathroom, and suddenly Meli, Roxanne, Lindsey, and Lacy were dragging him away and giving him fuck-me eyes. David let them take him, no longer trying to hide the tent in his pants. They whisked him down the hall and into the locker room, where Lola waited with her arms crossed and a sinful smirk on her pink lips. The girls brought him to her and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile. She leaned in and David caught a whiff of her perfume, "Hi, David," she said.

"Hi," David croaked.

She tilted her head and brushed her lips tantalizingly over his. His heart slammed against his ribcage and his boner thrust out the front of his pants, clearly visible to all the girls. Loa's sweet breath filled his mouth and he trembled lightly, his own breathing becoming ragged and panting. She traced his bottom lip with her tongue and his knees gave out; if it weren't for the girls holding him up, he would have collapsed. Lola balled his shirt in her hands and pulled his face to hers. His erection poked her and her cheeks blushed a girlish shade of pink. "Happy birthday," she said.

"Thanks," David replied.

"We got you something."

"What?"

Lola's grin widened. "Us."

Meli and Roxanne reached around him from behind, one untucking his shirt and the other unbuttoning it. They stripped him out of it and tossed it away. Their hands skimmed over his bare chest and goosebumps raced up his arms. Meli unbuckled his belt and Roxanne squeezed his erection. They undid his pants and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and stood before Lola in only his underwear. Darcy and Lacy ran their hands up and down his back and placed wet kisses on the sides of his neck and Lola splayed her hands on his chest, She tilted her head to the side and ghosted her lips across his, then kissed him deeply, her tongue sweeping into his mouth and her nails digging into his flesh. He was stunned and frozen as she tasted the inside of his mouth.

The girls laid him on the floor and knelt around him in a circle, their hands caressing his body and their lips exploring him. Roxanne slipped her hand into his underwear and stroked his dick, making him shiver in delight; Meli swirled her tongue around his, Lacy trailed sizzling kisses up and down his stomach, and Lindsey and Darcy rubbed his feet. Lola hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down over his bulge. His dick sprang free like an old-fashion doorstop and her eyes lit up. "Oooh, he's big," Lindsey said.

"And yummy," Lacy said.

Lola's eyes met David's, and she gently closed her hand around his shaft. Her touch was light, warm, and silky, and David's spine went stiff. Meli kissed his chest and wrapped her lips around his nipple, and Roxanne leaned over. The tip of his dick stuck out from Lola's hand, and Roxanne stared down at it with a devious smile. "I've never seen one up close before," she said. She gingerly reached out and laid her palm on the head. She studied David's face for a reaction. She leaned over even more, and her sultry breath broke over him. David' squirmed and she looked pleased. "What if I did...this?"

With that, her tongue darted out and swiped over his head. An electric streak shot up his spine and his back arched off the floor. Roxanne and Lola looked at each other and shared a grin. "Let's make him cum," Roxanne said.

"I was planning to," Lola said. Releasing him, she pressed one hand to his chest and shifted onto his lap, her weight pinning his dick to his stomach. She wore thin, silky underwear through which he could feel her quivering pussy lips. Her heat soaked into him and made his heart race. She grabbed his hands and guided them to her breasts; he fondled them through her top as she began to glide her hips back and forth, her body running up and down his cock. Her face turned deep red and her breathing sped up. The other girls gathered around them and watched, Lacy biting her bottom lip, Dacry panting, Roxanne sweating, and Meli licking her chops like a hungry dog.

"I want a turn," Meli said.

"Me too," Roxanne put in.

Lola looked at them and seemed to think for a moment. "I have an idea."

A minute later, they all hiked their skirts up and backed up on his dick, Meli on the left, Roxanne on the right, and Lola in the center. As one, they lifted and lowered themselves, stroking David's cock. Beads of precum oozed from the tip and his chest heaved as he fought for air. He was hot all over and felt like he was going to burn a hole where he lay. Dacry rested his head in her lap and Lacey knelt beside him, her fingers brushing through his hair, nails grazing his scalp. Finally, Lacey got up, straddled his chest facing away, and lifted her skirt. She pressed her ass to his face. Only a thin layer of fabric separated her from him and the combination of her scent and her excited heat, along with the friction of three girls grinding against him, proved to be too much. His dick swelled and then released; long ribbons of cum shot into the air, painting Meli, Lola, and Roxanne's backs. A dollop landed on Lacey's knee and some pooled on David's stomach. Meli gasped, Roxanne moaned, and Lola clamped her bottom lip between her teeth. Lacey bent, her ass nearly swallowing his head, and took him into her mouth, licking and sucking the cum off of him before spitting him out with a plop.

"That was awesome," Roxanne breathed.

"I'm so wet," Meli added.

"He tastes really good," Lacey said and wiggled her butt against David's face.

"Next time," Lola said, "we're gonna fuck him." She looked over her shoulder ar David, and the look in her eye made his flaccid dick stand back up again.

She said: "Christmas is coming up."

It was.

Oh, it was.

And David had the feeling that it was going to be a "white" one indeed.

THE END.