Heidi's spring 'break'
by kickfan, s.adamdrake@att.net
a new direction for Heidi, a little break from the main plot, part one of two


"All right Martha, I'm ready to see Miss Jamison now", the schools newest
student counselor stated with a note of trepidation through the secretary's
intercom. Heidi glanced over from her chair toward the voice with a sadistic
grin. "Ms. Stewart will see you now young lady, third door on the left" Heidi
didn't say a word, just smiled as she thought of the third door on the left,
Mr. Larkin's old office, poor old Mr. L. It was a tragedy what happened to
him, the way he was found by the janitor weeks after the fact; hideously
beaten beyond recognition, his body twisted and eerily misshapen, such a frail
old body, they break sooo easily. God, she loved being this dangerous, a
walking bombshell time bomb, able to explode on anyone she wanted. Everyone
lusting over her, unaware the twisted fantasies this young girl hid inside.
Heidi giggled, thinking back to the delicious crunching sound and funny
gurgling noises Mr. Larkin made during his last moments alive. She pursed her
lips, pouting as she adjusted her short black skirt, gazing at her reflection
in the glass door leading to the office. Heidi cocked her head and smiled with
approval, "you are too hot girl". She chose this little outfit with this
meeting in mind.

Down the hall, the counselor looked up from her notes as she heeded the
deliberate slow rhythmic clicking of Heidi's black stiletto pumps. After
reading the student's disturbing personal file, she had felt some anxiety
about this girl. No matter, this was her job, she was the one in charge here,
and no high school junior was going to keep her from laying down the law,
Peggy Stewart thought resolutely with a nod of conviction as Heidi's finger
tips tapped on the opaque glass window.

"Come in, Heidi", she said firmly. The door swung open slowly as Heidi's form
came into clear view, bringing pause to the counselor's breath; she suddenly
felt both, a sense of arousal and slight trepidation. This was the little
terror in the file? Ms. Stewart thought there was some mix-up, she expected
someone more typical to have committed these unpleasant offenses. She pictured
a brutish, heavy-set, unattractive bully, but Heidi didn't fit that model in
any way, shape or form; and speaking of form, MY GOD the woman thought, what a
BODY. Ms. Stewart's arousal level grew rapidly; this woman had never been in
the presence of such young physical perfection. So solidly built, every muscle
full and compact, and with a face so youthful and attractive, she was the
object of fantasy for every red blooded male, and apparently at least one
female, on campus. The professional acting Ms. Stewart felt flush, tingling,
and wet with unexpected stimulation. Heidi grinned devilishly, observing a
look in this woman's eyes she had seen so many times with so many people, men
and women, complete awe, plain and simple.

The counselor realized her emotional state and defensively chided," You know
the school's dress code Miss Jamison, and it does not allow for that sort of
exposing attire." The woman tried to get command back by chastising Heidi's
blatant disregard for policy. "But its sooo hot Ms. Stewart, and I picked this
out just for you?" Heidi spoke with a sardonic yet sweet tone. She peered down
at herself in this skimpy sexy outfit; her hand hugging her supple little
waist as she swayed her hip's side to side. She knew exactly how sizzling and
sexually arousing her hard tan physique looked in these skimpy clothes. She
stared back at Ms. Stewart, feeling an aura of sexual dominance over this
pale, gangly looking woman. Her tight red sleeveless top held together only by
a single button just below her proud, young, heaving, jutting breasts, held
aloft by her thick powerful pectorals. The exposed lacy trim of her white bra
revealed a remarkable degree of cleavage for a girl so very young. Ms.
Stewart's mouth watered as she followed the line down Heidi's tight body. The
blouse tapered off just below her ribcage showing exposing her tiny yet
exceptionally developed torso. Heidi looked down at her cute pierced belly
button and tightened her tanned stomach, etching her marble-esc midsection
into vivid separate muscles. A couple sexy little veins revealed themselves
under the constriction, peaking out from her pleated mini skirt to the middle
and side of her flat torso. She flashed those sapphire eyes back at the woman,
peering through a mop of silky dark bangs, provoking an unsettled reaction
from this skinny woman in her mid to late thirties. "Do you like what you see?
You know it isn't polite to stare." Heidi's voice sounded like sweet honey as
she traced her fingers over the bumpy ridges. She knew the woman couldn't help
herself, no one could, not if Heidi wanted it. Ms. Stewart imagined what that
stomach might feel like to touch and caress. The warm pulsating power, the
satiny soft skin, stroking each little muscle on the way to the promise land.
"Ohh!" The woman had to catch her breath, suddenly envisioning the beautiful
delights that Heidi held beneath her mini skirt. She was already affecting
this woman severely and she hadn't even gotten started. "Please, Heidi, this
is totally inappropriate, your attire, your behavior, perhaps we should
reschedule this meeting for..." " I'm sorry Ms. Stewart, but since I'm already
here, why put off, how should I say this", putting a finger to her pursed lips
"the inevitable"? Heidi flashed a suggestive grin. What did she mean by that,
thought the counselor, ‘the inevitable’? Heidi's physicality was clearly
taking its effect on poor Ms. Stewart's psyche like a perverse drug.

She stared at Heidi as she flirtatiously lifted up the right side of her
short, thin cotton skirt, revealing more luscious thigh meat than Peggy needed
to see. "Isn't my skirt too short for your little rules also Msss. Stewart."
Heidi hissed softly in a provocative voice as she cutely cocked her head to
the side, drawing Ms. Stewart's eyes down to her solidly flexed right thigh,
then relished in that paralyzed gaze of the visibly shaken woman. No words
came out, only a trance-like stare hypnotized by those inconceivable legs. The
woman's mind circled with unquiet thoughts; they are so young and supple, so
muscular and deeply tanned, and look so very, very strong. The kind of legs
all men gawk with wanton lust; the kind of legs women feign disdain, but would
die for; the kind of legs she coveted. Her own legs were long, unappealingly,
thin pale bamboo sticks next to Heidi's. She felt abashed by the longing to
feel the strength of Heidi's legs. Those deeply tanned defined muscles, so
erotic. Her pussy begins to tingle and itch from the thought of stroking legs
as well muscled as these, legs she'd never seen the likes of.

She shook herself from the dazed state, "That is uhh, correct uhh, Heidi, too
short for uhh, school standards." Heidi giggled as the older woman tried to
gain composure. "You really need to leave now, go home and change into more
conservative attire and then..." As the woman sputtered, Heidi's pointed heels
clicked sharply as she marched toward the desk shaking her head. Her
dangerously jagged calves flaring out with each step, then leaning forward,
she stared the nervous woman right in the eyes. "Why, Ms. Stewart, are you
getting so turned on you just can't stand it. You want me to leave so you can
diddle yourself as you think about touching me, is that it Ms. Stewart?" Heidi
smiled knowingly. The little vixen knows, the woman thought. She turned red
with embarrassment. How could she let this teenage girl get to her like this?
She was just sixteen for heaven's sake, not a seasoned counselor with years of
experience dealing with these adolescent brats. There was just something about
the way Heidi was able to look right through her with devious and insidious
contempt, which disturbed her. Heidi's eyes probed her very sole, letting her
know that she was merely a plaything for this physically superior young
predator to toy with. Though Ms. Stewart stood 5'10", nearly 7" taller than
this teens' rather petite stature. Heidi's simple presence made her feel
inadequate. What did this girl want from her? Her mind raced desperately for
an answer?

Heidi pirouetted away to sit in the leather chair centered a few feet in front
of the counselor’s desk. Her light skirt whirled up revealing a brief glimpse
of Heidi’s beautiful rock hard bottom. I'm going to cum right here her mind
blurted. Her perfect rounded globes appeared to be suspended above those thick
hamstring muscles, cheeks locked together, only covered by a tiny band of
white material wedged between them. Was their any part of this young woman
that DIDN'T exude lust and unbridled sexuality the counselor wondered in
yearning amazement? Heidi spun around and sat back, staring contemptuously
into the woman's eyes.

"So, here we are Ms. Stewart, watcha wanna do?" Heidi smirked, knowing exactly
what this needy woman wanted, needed. "Listen here young lady, we are here to
discuss your future, there is nothing cute about that." The counselor tried to
bluff, hiding her desire to show her lusty feelings. "Oh, I like it here, I
plan on graduating with a full ride in gymnastics, I'm the team captain you
know. Heidi stated with a proud young voice, her eyes bright and sparkling.
Ms. Stewart involuntarily leaned back befuddled by fusion of this girl's
adorably cute face and apparent obtuseness to the situation. The little hot
teen crossed her leg over the other, pressing the thick diamond shaped calve,
expanding to impossible width. She glared into the frustrated woman's eyes as
they lowered away from Heidi’s, drawn to her crossed calve and up her tan
thigh the open breach in her skirt. Heidi’s tiny white panties creased
pointedly into the crevice of her supple mound. She arched her foot up and
down, making the muscles in her leg dance at will. "Like what you see? You
know Ms. Stewart; it's tight, tight as a fucking vice in there. Heidi's eyes
flashed wildly at the woman, completely taken aback. "I know what your
thinkin', I caught you peekin", Heidi sang coyly like a nursery rhyme.

Then in a soft voice, leaning back, uncrossing her legs, "Umm, would you like
to touch Heidi's coochee Ms. Stewart? She giggled. Wanna play with me?" Heidi
tormented the woman, sliding her hand down her hard flat stomach, slipping it
under the stretchy fabric of her skirt and rubbing her mound, rotating the
palm of her strong hand against herself. With a deep sigh, Heidi asked, "Are
you a carpet-muncher Msss. Stewart? If so, didn't mean to get you all hot and
excited like this, sorry. I was just dreaming about your face plastered
against my sweet little cunny and, ooh, I got sooo hot." With an evil grin,
Heidi slipped her digits inside her taut moist slit, one, than two, rubbing
fast, moaning softly. Ms. Stewart watched in a dichotomy of repulsion and
total attraction. Heidi heated up; rocking her hips, moaning louder with self
absorbed pleasure. "Two fingers, only two, I'm too fucking tight for any more
than that you big skinny slut." Heidi hissed as she gyrated her hips in a
semi- hypnotic state, her eyelids flickered wildly; biting down on her upper
lip as she imagined her victim trapped below.

Ms. Stewart gasped in shock from the abusive voice she just heard, while
locked in stunned silence as Heidi's dense muscular legs bulged, tensing up
with vascular power, in absolute ecstasy. Heidi's voice was low now, almost
trance-like, "Umm, get your head in here you bitch, I'll fucking snap down so
tight on you you'll break like glass. That's right, fucking break your neck,
not just once, over and over 'til your bones sound like a maraca." Heidi
reached back and caressed the hard, smooth orbs of her ass. "Yeah, come on,
fuck me bitch, try, get your fat face in there, I'll skull fuck you till you
scream, bleed out your ears, fuck you 'til your DEAA-AH-AH." Heidi reached her
climax, arching back rigidly; her muscle capped shoulders pressed into the
back of the chair, rocking it back. Her torso and legs remained suspended,
vibrating as her planted heels dug into the floor. Heidi shuddered, every
muscle unyielding, waiting instructions. "Oh-oh-ooooh," the vixen cooed. "That
was good, hmmm, oh yeah." The frozen faced woman, terrorized by the utter
horror she just heard come out of this brazen teen's mouth, shook
uncontrollably, fear was overcoming any sense of pleasure now. Heidi relaxed,
setting the chair down. "Let's see, where were we." Heidi placed her luminous
goo covered fingers to her lips, sucking them as she seductively smiled.
"Tastes like sugar, Mss. Stewart and oh yeah, if you wondering", Heidi smiled
coolly, "Are 'these' are as strong as they seem?" Heidi caressed the rocky
slabs of compact muscle that made up her quads and hamstrings. The sun shining
in made the satiny ripples of her body glisten. She pressed the balls of her
feet firmly on the floor, sharpening the edges of her deadly calves. Leaning
forward she whispered. "They're sooo VERY strong and more dangerous than your
little mind could EVER picture Mssss. Stewart."

Heidi sat back and relaxed, "You don't know a thing about me except for that
stupid file. You can't conceive what I’m capable of doing to you, what I might
still do to you, just because I can, so please don't make me, Ms. Stewart!"
Heidi kept her tone low enough so that the only the dumfounded woman sitting
in numb silence across the desk could hear. The counselor was shaking in a
surreal state of utter confusion. Her foolish clinical mind tried to gain a
fragment of restraint from this girl. " I understand why there is some concern
about you around here, you clearly have authority issues and a discipline
problem that we really need to deal with." Heidi clenched her fingers into the
arms of the leather chair. Her fingertips whitened under the pressure. The
sinuous contours of her bronzed forearms, biceps, and shoulders glisten in
sharp blood pumping relief. "You just don't get it Ms. Stewart. Listen to me.
I am not going to have some high and mighty twit like you mess up my plans for
a free ride by suspending me because I beat up of a couple of cocky drunk
assholes. I was only defending myself. I'm just a fucking girl." Heidi
regained her temper, seeing the woman cower against her chair. "I just think
we have a misunderstanding, right Ms. Stewart?" Heidi said nicely, nodding at
her, compelling the scared woman to do the same, she did. "Good, see there, no
harm, no foul."

Heidi stood up, "Besides Ms. Stewart, real power isn't something you have
here." Heidi had the woman once again completely unbalanced. She stepped to
the desk, swaying her hips, flexing her dangerous legs, and locking them out
in small slow steps. Her breathing increased causing the concave curvature of
her cut abdominals to form and relax rhythmically. "Do you know what power is,
Mss. Stewart? Heidi's tone lowered to an evil low timbre, "Power is making you
crawl for me." The older woman's mouth hung open, completely shocked and dry
mouth with fear of this obviously disturbed and dangerous young girl. Heidi
smiled, absorbing the terrified look in her eyes. She lived for this feeling.
"Power is making you twist and writhe with pain. I could just pin your stupid
head right to the floor, right here, right now, just to watch you squirm.
That, Msss. Stewart, is what power is."" Heidi spoke through her perfect white
clenched teeth as she closed her eyes, imagining the scene. The terrified
woman now visible vibrating, wanting to press the intercom and scream for help
but sat locked and frozen, incapable of movement.

Heidi loved being this strong and confident. She feels the craving pains begin
again, throbbing in her pussy with excitement, needing desperately to vent.
Heidi snatched the heavy porcelain coffee mug, reading 'Have a Day' with a
happy face, from the edge of the table and set it upside down on the tile
floor. She pressed the top sole of her black pump rigidly atop the mug's base,
arching her exquisite size five, shaping an angry fist out of her inner calve
muscle, bulging to stone as she watched her potential victim vibrate with
fear. "Pinned, just like this", Heidi grinned evilly as her foot powered down
on the mug. Her tan calve muscle went rigid, then promptly shattered the mug
as Ms. Stewart turned from pale to white and wet herself in utter terror,
imagining her own head under her powerful grip. This was a completely
unbalanced and obviously dangerous teenaged girl.

There was a knock on the door, "Everything all right in there Ms. Stewart?" It
was the secretary, alarmed by the noise of shattered fragment of the thick
porcelain mug. Heidi glared at her, not needing to speak a word now. The woman
had no desire to find out what that evil look meant. "Yes, Martha, j-just a
little accident, no problem, th-th-thanks for asking though. She wanted to
scream for help, but felt like a wild cat was crouching near her, ready to
pounce.

Heidi grinned maliciously; she had absolute control now, but that was just the
appetizer. "That was smart Mss. Stewart, you just may have saved Martha out
there a world of pain Ms. Stewart. Now what are we going to do about all this
talk of suspension?" The counselor’s mind reached feverishly for any solution
to escape this situation, this evil girl. "Uh, spring break, as you know, Miss
Jamison starts tomorrow, I’m leaving for a few days, out of town, how about we
discuss this whole misunderstanding with a fresh start, say, a two weeks from
today?" Heidi clapped her hands together, "Goody, sounds great Ms. Stewart."
Heidi chirped, cocking her head, mockingly happy. She bounced up from the
chair, all smiles. Peg, for the first time since Heidi walked through the
door, felt a small sense of relief from the overwhelming tension. A sigh of
relief washed over her as she watched Heidi turn to leave.

Ms. Stewart got up slowly, still shaky, and walked to the filing cabinet in
back of her get some paperwork. Strange, she never noticed those clicking
steps or the door close, as she turned her head, there was Heidi looking up in
her startled eyes. The counselor's body spasmed involuntarily. She dropped the
papers from her hand as she leaned away from the girl. Heidi smiled with a
sneer, "Just one more thing Mss. Stewart, don't try and pull one over on me
during vacation." Heidi watched her eyes grow to teary saucers as the strong
little vixen girl lifted her lethal leg and in one fluid motion, she planted
the leather sole of her shiny black pump against the larger woman's neck,
rigidly pinning her head to the blackboard. The woman gagged, spittle running
from her mouth from the minute pressure Heidi administered. This was just too
much fun Heidi thought. Her bare leg glistened with unabashed strength as she
pressed up on her chin, pushing the woman's face upward at an awkward angle.
The stiletto scraped against the chalkboard, drawing the helpless woman's eyes
to the sound, thinking, my god, she's going to kill me, right now! As if Heidi
was reading her very thought, she said evenly, "I'm not gonna do you, I could
though, easily. You would be dead before your face hit the floor, just like
that." Heidi snapped her fingers, then clenched her fists, holding her arms
bent at the elbow; her tangerine sized biceps bulged full and vascular. "This
is just a friendly reminder. I really don't want you to forget. Please, don't
fuck with me, ever!" With that Heidi let off the pinning pressure from the
scared shitless woman's head. Her neck, blotchy with redness, eased her head
down to see Heidi's shoe still out stretch inches from her face. Heidi
couldn't resist, this was priceless fun; she patted Ms. Stewart lightly on the
cheek a few times with the instep of her sexy black shoe. A little giggle of
total amusement rang out, mortifying the older woman, bringing her to sobbing
tears. "There, there, don't cry, I'm only playing. As you can see, I'm as
flexible as I am strong? You probably haven't heard about this but gymnastics
isn't my only sport." The hot teen giggled mockingly, she was really enjoying
this little display of leg control as she rubbed the counselor's cheek with
the toe of her pump. I'm a very good gymnast but I am very, 'pat', VERY,
'slap', good at this." Heidi dropped her leg deftly to the floor.

The broken woman instantly shrank, sliding down the wall, sobbing and shaking,
wishing she could be anywhere but here. "Well, gotta go.' Heidi bounced her
head side to side like a happy go lucky child. You 'have a day' now Ms.
Stewart," mocking the silly phrase on that coffee mug she crushed. Heidi spun
around and briskly skipped toward the door. The woman glanced, vibrating with
confused fear and a perplexed craving to be touched by Heidi's compact deadly
body. Through watery eyes, she watched Heidi's bulbous bottom twitch back and
forth, throwing the lightweight fabric around, those deep cut calves and meaty
thighs, deadly, contracting abruptly with each rhythmic skip. I could have
died here today, her mind screamed out in horror. Heidi gave her a parting
glance, licking her lips, with a seductive smiling. "Enjoy your vacation,
Msss. Stewart, I'm sure I'm going to." Heidi's piercing malicious look said it
all. She was only getting started.

End of part one

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