Title: Good Girls Don't

Author: Alan Hitchen

Email: darkmere2000@yahoo.co.uk

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Disclaimers: Popular is the property of Touchstone Television.

Pairing: Nicole/Marley

Rating: NC-17 (for explicit sexual activity)

Inspired by: The song of the same name written by Doug Fieger and performed by The Knack.

Summary: As shown in the episode 'Fall on Your Knees' the late Marley Jacob made the sweet and innocent Nicole Julian the bitch she is today. But was that all there was to it? And for those who might be wondering, Alexandra Czar and Eve Lauren were selected as members of the Glamazons in the opening episode but were never identified as such and never seen again. 

She's my adolescent dream, thin, blonde and perfect and everyone thinks she'd never do this, not in a million years. But here she is all the same, leaning back on my bed with her thighs apart, panties round her ankles, arching her back and biting her own lips to keep from screaming out my name as I lick and suck on her clit.

I inwardly smile and wonder what they'd say if they could see us now. Alexandra blabbing it all over school. Eve saying she knew all along. The prissy Brooke freaking out at the very thought of lesbianism, then secretly fingering herself when she got back home.

I use my fingers on Marley, tracing the slick folds guarding her warm, wet haven and her hips arch again, her orgasm closer than ever as I slide them inside her. I used to think she's not like 'that' and that she'd never do 'this' because good girls don't.

And she is a good girl.

Prom Queen, Cheer Captain, Class President, Popularity; she has it all, and as her girlfriend I can be popular too; with just one condition - secrecy. Or as she put it: "Are you in or are you out? You know what it's like to be out, don't you? It gets awfully cold when you're out."

There's a small earthquake as she comes hard and strong, thrashing about in ecstacy. I back away and her knees fall together instinctively, always the lady. She whispers my name in gratitude and my heart melts, the way it did when she took my eyeglasses off and kissed me for the first time.

I lick my lips, savouring the taste of her and I remember the first time we made love. When she took that chubby, shy, fashion-disaster that all the popular kids hated at grade school and made herself a goddess in my eyes.

She has a boyfriend but I'm not jealous. She wears his jacket but she doesn't sleep with him. It's all strictly for show. She's got him well trained, too. "Boys are like dogs, offer them a tidbit and they come to heel soon enough."

For me there were different orders. "It's all about the grooming, darling. A diet, some contact lenses, good clothing and an attitude are all you ever need. Get into my groove and you'll never look back."

She's cruel and manipulative. "Treat them mean and keep them keen." Vain and spiteful. "Gwyneth Paltrow is such a hag." All the things I used to despise. But I love her. And she loves me. "Love is for losers," she says through pursed lips. But I don't believe it for a second, her eyes give her away every time.

To the narrow-minded others it's wrong, dirty, bad; but they're the ones who are wrong. They also say innocence lost can never be regained. But I can't say I have any regrets - because good girls don't.

And I do.