Agatha Allbut & the Bimbo Squad Ch. 01

Authors Notes

Revised on August 2015 to fix some typos, change the header, fix the story flow, and change the tags and description.

This chapter of the story contains NO SEXUAL ACTS AT ALL! If you want sex, then skip to chapter two.

Thanks to janetsexy77 in the forums for the idea for this story.

Votes and comments are always appreciated.


All characters who witness, participate, or encourage sexual encounters are at least 18 years old.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental

As always, this story is © 2012 by Ldy_Sea. All Rights Reserved.

Happy Orgasms.


Ch. 1 The Backstory


Agatha Allbut was a nerd. Not a hot nerd like Willow, or Velma but a real honest to God, down to Earth NERD. She would have fit in with Lewis and Booger is she had been alive in the eighties. She looked just like one would expect a girl with that name to look. 5’1″, 95 lbs measurements of 32A-26-31. Long mousey brown hair, always in a ponytail, pale oily skin, thick glasses, and the customary braces. Junior High had been miserable on Agatha before, but today it was going to get worse. There was an international festival, and as part of her AP Social Studies class she had to stand and give a presentation on her family history, and the history and meaning of her name.

Agatha means good. Good Allbut, that was her name. After telling the entire school her name, she was teased mercilessly. The only two people who had even tried to befriend the shy girl, were sisters who were new to the school, and decided they wanted to avoid the heat Agatha was getting and avoided her like the plague. Eventually the teasing died down, and other targets were found, but Agatha never got over the abuse she suffered by her classmates, especially the cheerleaders who she started to think of as the Bimbo Squad.

By the time Agatha was ready to graduate high school, she had not grown an inch in any dimension or actually changed much. Except for one memorable night, the night she got to kiss the most popular and hottest guy in their school. It was her junior year, and she was tutoring a sophmore in calculus. The party next door was getting to loud to study so she decided to go over and ask them to turn down the music.

Agatha walked in the door and went looking for Lars. Lars had a party in his house every weekend, while his parents, the founding partners of an international law firm (who bragged they were the only law firm with clients on every continent) traveled. She found Lars, and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around and Agatha could see he was drunk, then she could see his . . . nothing. Her eyes had closed as an involuntarily reaction to getting kissed by a gorgeous man. Lars slipped his tongue into her mouth, and for the first time in her 17 and 7/8 years on this ball of mud someone, who was not a medical professional, was touching her ass.

For ten glorious seconds, one of the hottest and definitely the wealthiest guy at St. Sextus Academy was groping her. Agatha was hoping the kiss would never end, and at the same time she wanted to run because she knew it was an accident on his part. He was too drunk to realize she wasn’t his girlfriend Bree, captain of the bimbo squad, and Agathas mortal enemy.

Suddenly a blinding white light lit up under Agatha’s eyelids and her head was pulled so far back that she fell to the floor. Looking up she saw Prissy, Bree, and the rest of the bimbo squad standing over her looking pissed. “What the FUCK do you thing you’re doing you freak of nature,” Prissy hissed at Agatha.

Agatha audibly swallowed, and before she could say anything, Bree kicked her in the side. Agatha almost passed out from the pain. “That’s enough!” a voice boomed throughout the room silencing everyone at the party. Agatha opened her eyes and looked up to see Lars looking down on her. He looked concerned for her, which made Agatha more nervous. “Are you okay?” he asked. Agatha nodded, and Lars offered her his hand to help her to her feet. Agatha took it and felt electricity flow through her body. “Come lie down in my parents’ room until you feel better.” he offered her, not letting go of her hand and leading her to the stairs.

“Uhh, no! Thanks, really. I gotta go.” Agatha gushed pulling her hand out of his, and she dashed toward the door. As she started down the steps, she heard Lars say “Bree that was my fault! I felt a hand on my shoulder and thought it was you. I spun around and went for the kiss. I didn’t know it was Agatha.”

“Why the fuck was that loser weirdo here anyway?” Bree demanded

“You know everyone in our grade is invited to all my parties. No exceptions. If you don’t like someone here you can leave.”

Agatha smiled hearing Lars stick up for her as she walked out his door. She had never been overtly invited to one of these parties, but knowing she was welcome made her smile. The fact that Lars sided with her over his bimbo squad girlfriend, put a small spring in her step as she walked home.

Monday at school Agatha guossiping and they kept looking at her, making subtle gestures at her, and she knew she was once again the object of the cool kids ridicule. She sunk down in her seat dreading another day in this hell hole, and kept reminding herself that soon she would graduate and head off to an Ivy League school without any of her classmates.

As the jocks got ff the bus, one stopped and looked at Agatha. Her eyes met his and her heart sank as she knew he was about to hurl some dopey epithet at her. She glanced away, inwardly bracing for whatever new or not so new insult he was going to use on her. “Interesting party, huh,” he said with a slight smile.

Agatha looked at him surprise evident on her face. “Lars and Bree broke up because she wouldn’t stop about you after . . . what happened.”

Agatha just raised an eyebrow uncertain if this was the beginning of some elaborate prank the jocks were playing on her. “Seriously Lars dumped Bree’s ass, in front of the whole school. Then he told all the cheerleaders that if they do anything to you, he’ll personally sure they suffer. Thought you might want to know.” He smiled and touched her shoulder, then walked off the bus calling out to his friends.

Agatha walked off the bus like she was in a trance. She couldn’t believe that Lars and Bree broke up, all because of her, and that Lars was protecting her. They had never spoken before the kiss, and he had no reason to stand up for her. She wondered why he would do that and still half thought this was some cruel joke to get a laugh at her expense.

She walked into the school, and started to make her way to her first class. As she maneuvered through the halls, getting out of everyone’s way, she heard and felt everyone talking about her. It seemed friendlier, then in the past when she was the victim. As she reached her classroom, she saw Lars, who was not in AP Statistics, standing in the door. Agatha tried to slip by him, but he put his hand on her arm and she stopped, without looking at him.

“First, I want to say I’m sorry about what happened. I dumped Bree at the party.”

Without moving her head Agatha managed to squeak out “Okay.”

“Then I want to make sure you weren’t hurt too badly when that bitch on the ummm what is it you call them the . . .”

“Bimbo Squad” Agatha said shyly glancing at him.

Lars laughed, “That does fit them,” Then his voice dropped to a whisper and he said, “I want you to know you are welcome at any party I have, until you leave for college. The bimbo squad is off the guest list, PERMANENTLY!” Lars let her arm go, and before she could move he leaned close to her ear and whispered delicately “You’re one hell of a kisser, and you do have a great allbutt.” He quickly turned and walked away whistling.

Agatha rushed to her seat, hoping to hide her face which had turned thre shades of red, while her classmates stared at her, wondering what the handsome rich jock had said to make her smile and blush.

After school, with only one more school day before graduation, Agatha decided to walk home. On her way she saw a familiar car driving up the street toward her. With a sinking feeling she saw Bree and Prissy coming to a stop. After several hurled epithets and insults they speed off. Agatha finished her walk home crying.

She walked in her house calling out to her parents. She got no response. This was not just unusual, it was unheard of. Her dad was a webpage designer and ran his company from home with 75% of the fortune 200 on his client list, he rarely was out or not busy writing code.

Agatha walked to the kitchen and saw a note on the fridge.

Agatha, Honey as soon as you get home call us at Mom-Mom’s.


Agatha called her grandmothers house and her mom answered the phone. “Sit down baby I have some bad news. Mom-Mom and Gumps were in an accident. They died before the ambulance got to them. A taxi is on its way to bring you here.

Agatha began to cry in earnest. She missed her graduation.

Updated: April 16, 2018 — 3:48 AM

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