Cousin Rikki to the Rescue

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - An entry into the 2021 Literotica Geek Pride Story Event, this story centres around 18-year-old Rikki, a pretty blonde gymnast from Melbourne Australia and the only friend of her cousin Lewis, a socially awkward geek who is sadly a magnet for many bullies both in and out of school.

When a gang of bullies target Lewis at their high school formal in 1994, Rikki is quick to come to his assistance and rescue him. With Lewis pretty downcast, what can Rikki do to cheer him up and boost his confidence? Find out by reading 'Cousin Rikki to the Rescue'. All characters engaging in sexual activity are aged 18 or older, and they and the events of the story are fictional, with similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. For overseas readers unfamiliar with Australian terminology, fanny means vagina and a school formal is the same thing as a prom. Please enjoy, and rate and comment..

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Not to the great surprise of 18-year-old Rikki Jones, the 1994 school formal for the high school in Melbourne Australia that she attended was degenerating from disorder to chaos and now complete anarchy the longer the night progressed. The supervising teachers had long since given up trying to gain control of the unruly students, and Rikki could see that the staff at the hotel where the event was held were getting increasingly pissed off with each minute that passed. Cleaning up the Grand Ballroom would be a major undertaking, and Rikki doubted that the school would be allowed back here next year for the 1995 formal. Allowing a group of baboons to hold a function here would probably be a better prospect.

Alcohol was a major problem. The formal was a strictly alcohol free event, but it didn't stop the students who had already turned 18 from secretly obtaining and drinking it. Then again, it didn't stop the 16 or 17-year-old students drinking either. Rikki herself did not drink, she was high-level gymnast who represented Victoria at national competitions and needed to keep fit for her training. Some of her classmates thought Rikki was a snob, stuck up and aloof, but Rikki did not care. It was better than making a fool of herself getting tanked up on booze.

Rikki's sapphire blue eyes -- which exactly matched the color of the formal dress and shoes she was wearing as well as the blue ribbon that kept her long, straight blonde hair back in a neat pony-tail -- surveyed the ballroom as she sat alone at the table. Rikki was easily one of the prettiest girls at the school, but her stunning looks were somewhat curbed this evening by her unhappy expression, a mixture of concern and disappointment.

It should have been an evening to have fun with her friends, to make some memories before they graduated high school, took their VCE exams and went their separate ways in a few months' time, but unfortunately it hadn't really worked out that way.

First up, Rikki's younger brother Jamie and his stupid mates had attempted to gate-crash the formal. The event was reserved for Year 11 and Year 12 students only, and aside from some Year 10 girls who were dating boys in Year 11 or 12, Years 7 to 10 were not permitted to attend. Being in Year 10 did not deter Jamie and company, and they had somehow snuck in. Rikki had as usual been the responsible big sister, well big sister age-wise as she stood at a petite 5 feet 3 and Jamie getting close to 6 feet. She advised her younger brother, who had spun an interesting work of fiction to their parents about how he would be spending Friday night at a friend's house to work on a history assignment and would sleep over, to get out of here and back to the South-Eastern suburb of Melbourne where the Jones family lived as soon as possible, and to take his idiot mates with him.

There was no way Rikki was going to tell on Jamie to their mother or father, but their parents would be less than impressed if they found out Jamie had lied about his plans and caught the train into the city at night. And if at school on Monday morning Jamie and his friends were summonsed into the Principal's office for a 'please explain' as to what they were doing at the high school formal on Friday night, it would be her brother's problem to deal with, not hers.

This evening, Rikki had enough of her own problems, and she cursed herself for allowing herself to be sweet-talked by Brendan Ridley into being his date for the evening. Brendan was in the football team and tall, fit and handsome. Rikki had known him for years and never really had much time for him, he was always arrogant and at times immature. This year though having turned 18 he seemed to have changed, grown more mature and had impressed Rikki enough for her to accept his invitation to be her date for the evening.

With some of their friends, they had hired a limousine to take the trip into the city and had rented some hotel rooms overnight, and Brendan made no secret of what he expected to do with Rikki -- or to be more precise to Rikki -- in the hotel room afterwards. Rikki had fully intended making herself available to Brendan later that evening, hence the condoms in a compartment in her purse, but she had definitely changed her mind by now.

Every time Brendan had put his arm around Rikki, she could feel his hand on one of her breasts, something he kept doing even after she asked him not to. Then on the dance floor Rikki could again feel Brendan's wandering hands, this time on her bum, feeling her buttocks and her panty lines through the fabric of her dress.

Brendan's charming statement about how he 'wanted to stick his dick up Rikki's cunt and fuck the shit out of her' was just about the last straw, and now watching the way an alcohol-affected Brendan was carrying on no way was he getting into young Rikki's knickers tonight, or any other night. He had a table floral centerpiece on his head, parading up and down with it pretending to be a homo, this amusing and entertaining his friends but definitely not Rikki.

Rikki looked over at another table, and to one of the saddest sights of the evening. This table had been unkindly referred to by many students as the 'losers' table' and was the table where the unpopular students were seated. The motivations of the school for having this table were good in theory, so students not socially adept would not miss out, but it hadn't really worked out that way. There was a fat girl who weighed about 250 pounds. A fat boy sitting next to her who made the overweight girl look like an anorexic. A surly stoner who looked like he had enjoyed a few cones beforehand. A boy who had only been at the school six weeks after his family moved across from Adelaide. A few other misfits, and the tall, skinny form of Rikki's cousin, 18-year-old Lewis Jones.

Lewis, who had straight light brown hair and glasses, could not have looked more out of place than an elephant walking through a shopping center. Rikki watched as Lewis sat alone at the table in a black rented tuxedo with a red bow tie and matching cumber band. Clearly Lewis didn't want to be there and was bothered by the loud music of the band, flashing disco lights, irregular and unpredictable events and raucous behavior of his classmates. Rikki wasn't surprised by this. Born just six weeks apart in 1976, Rikki had always known there was something very different about her cousin Lewis, and not for the first time this evening she queried her Aunt Judith's judgement in insisting her son attend an event where he was clearly leagues out of his depth and utterly miserable, withdrawn and stressed.

Feeling the call of nature, Rikki collected her clutch purse and made her way to the ladies room. Smoking was supposed to be banned at the formal altogether and definitely not allowed in the ballroom where the food was served, but the no smoking rule had long gone out of the window as the students sucked in tar and nicotine in the reception area. Rikki noticed some of the supervising teachers enjoying cigarettes too, so they could hardly enforce the no smoking rule.

Rikki, who had never smoked and despised the habit, made her way through the smoke cloud in which she could detect not just tobacco but marijuana too and pushed open the door to the ladies' room. It was filled with a number of smoking, gossiping girls and Rikki made her way past them to the cubicles.

In the first one, the door was locked and the girl occupying it was throwing up into the toilet violently, maybe from overeating, but more likely from alcohol consumption. The next stall along from that had some sort of drink spilled everywhere on the floor and the seat so Rikki gave that one a miss too, and she was forced to move on again when the next stall had no toilet paper, the next one had recently been occupied by a girl who Rikki hypothesized lived off a diet of only cabbages and broccoli, and the filthy slut who had most recently used the next one had left her used sanitary pad on the floor, despite there being a feminine hygiene bin right next to the loo.

To young Rikki's relief, the next toilet cubicle finally was right. The toilet door locked, the toilet was clean and didn't smell, there was plenty of toilet paper, no used female products and nothing spilled on the seat or floor. Rikki locked the toilet door and stood in front of the toilet, lifting up her blue dress and showing that underneath she wore white cotton bikini-style knickers with small blue flowers. Hitching her thumbs into her the waistband of her knickers, Rikki pulled them down to her ankles and sat down on the toilet, positioning her bare bottom on the toilet seat so she was comfortable.

With her knees slightly open, any voyeur sneaking a peak into the toilet stall would have noticed that Rikki was a natural blonde, lots of curls of blonde pubic hair all over her feminine mound and around the young girl's pussy. Rikki's vagina was light pink in color, slim and oval shaped with perfect symmetry. The teenager felt relief as she started to urinate, Rikki's pee splashing down into the toilet, the pretty blonde teenager getting some toilet paper to wipe her wet pussy when she was done.

Rikki remained sitting on the toilet to empty her bowels, the girl looking down at her lowered knickers and feet as she did so, resolving to go and check on Lewis when she got back. Again, she pondered what her aunt was thinking by insisting Lewis attend this event. In one way she could see Aunt Judith's reasoning, the school formal was an important milestone for most teenagers and she didn't want her son to miss out, Lewis's father Alistair backing up his wife and insisting his son attend and try to socialize with other students better. But still, it was like Lewis had a phobia of house cats and his parents had made him go and stand in a cage of full of tigers, lions, leopards and black panthers.

Being so close in age, living close to each other and attending the same school, Rikki had throughout her life stood up for her oddball cousin Lewis who at times might as well have gone to school wearing a tee-shirt with 'Bully Me' on the front and 'Kick Me' on the back. Other kids, boys and girls alike would tease him by calling him a geek and a nerd, and would physically bully him too. This included shoving him in a locker, punching, kneeing and kicking him, pouring food and drinks over him, taking his glasses and not giving them back unless Lewis got down on his knees and begged them and kissed their feet, shoving him into a wheelie bin and racing it around; and on several occasions flushing his head down the toilet.

Lewis was something more than just a geek or a nerd, but just what was wrong with her cousin she could not say exactly. Nor could any of the rest of the family, not even Lewis's parents Judith and Alistair or Danielle, Lewis's sister older than him by two years.

Lewis was definitely intelligent -- extremely intelligent in some ways - and he and Rikki were in most of the smart classes together. When they were younger he had no delays in learning to speak, read and write, in fact Lewis in his younger years could use larger words than kids his own age. But as he grew older, it became obvious that Lewis' voice was something of a monotone, never really changing in appropriate situations. And he struggled with things like punchlines of jokes, words with double meanings and sarcasm, despite his otherwise good vocabulary.

Three things were most noticeable about Lewis as he grew older. One, he had an amazing interest in certain topics and he became an expert in them, in Lewis's case it was mainly dinosaurs. Two, while he had few problems at school academically, in any subjects with a physical or spatial component -- mainly but not limited to physical education -- he was all at sea. Lewis really struggled with fine motor skills and basic coordination, unable to master riding a bicycle until the age of 11. Three, Lewis had very poor social skills and struggled to make friends especially with kids his own age.

It was the third aspect that caused his family most angst. True, Lewis droning on and on about subjects that only he was interested in and being bad at sports were not exactly going to do much for him in the making friends department, but Lewis couldn't seem to 'read' other people and without meaning to would say and do inappropriate things that alienated, upset and angered people. When placed in a social situation with other kids when younger, it would go several ways. Either Lewis would become overwhelmed with anxiety, he would withdraw quietly and do some solitary activity like reading while the other kids were having fun or he would really want to join in and have fun, but would try too hard and make a fool of himself.

Rikki recalled that this was the case with her brother Jamie's birthday party when they were at primary school. In earlier years Lewis and Jamie were often put together for 'play dates', despite a two year age gap. Jamie when younger had been interested in dinosaurs and also Star Wars, these movies an absolute favorite of Lewis's, so they had plenty of common ground to talk about and games to play. But as Jamie grew older, he progressed like a normal kid, something Lewis never really did and the gap between them grew.

At Jamie's birthday that time Lewis had decided that he should really get into the spirit and made a nuisance of himself, clueless the whole time about what he was doing. Tactful Rikki had suggested to Lewis that she and he go and talk about dinosaurs outside in the garden, but Lewis was having none of it and stayed on to continue being the life and soul of the party, much to the despair of Jamie, his friends and their other cousins.

Lewis certainly wasn't the life and soul of the party tonight, Rikki thought as she continued to sit on the toilet. This brought back more memories of when they were younger, and Lewis had been talking Rikki's head off about a new type of dinosaur he'd only just heard about. Rikki had politely said that she needed to go to the toilet, but that she would like to hear more about the dinosaur.

What Rikki hadn't expected was for Lewis to come up to the toilet and share more dinosaur facts with her through the closed and locked door while she was in there, until his mother ordered him away and to leave Rikki in privacy. Lewis was confused about what he had done wrong as Rikki had said she wanted to hear more about dinosaurs. He hadn't thought that she meant after she returned from the toilet, or that she was just being polite in the first place.

That day, Rikki could certainly empathize with Lewis's older sister Danielle, whose pet peeve was her boundary-challenged younger brother talking to her through the toilet door while she was in there. One time she had spat at him to 'get lost', and with Lewis not having any concept of sarcasm he had done precisely that -- left the house and kept walking through unfamiliar streets until he was completely lost in the suburbs of Melbourne miles from home.

Danielle, a tall and pretty brunette who differed significantly from Lewis in being good at sports, socially adept and popular, would get pretty cranky with her brother at times when he got on her nerves. Jamie didn't want to be seen associating at school with his cousin who was termed a 'geek', a 'nerd' and a 'loser', so he tended to keep his distance, and Rikki had seen her younger brother duck out the way if he saw Lewis coming in time. As for their other cousins on both the maternal and paternal sides, they had little time for Lewis and the odd way he saw the world and everyone in it.

So it was left to Rikki to be the kind and caring cousin, and really to be his only true friend. It hadn't always been easy at times. One time when they were younger during school holidays, the four kids had all gone shopping with their mothers. Upon arrival at the supermarket, Lewis had commented that Danielle and Rikki were both wearing jumpers that were exactly the same shade of blue, which was fine. In the supermarket, the then 12-year-old Rikki who had encountered a significant milestone in her life several months earlier had taken a packet of sanitary pads from the feminine hygiene products shelf to put into the trolley.

Lewis had noticed and blurted out, "Hey Rikki, you and Danielle use the exact same brand of period pads!" loud enough for the entire aisle and shoppers in other aisles close by to hear. Danielle, then 14 had stormed away in a furious temper going the same color as a cooked lobster, Rikki didn't leave but her skin also flushed bright red.

Rikki had watched Lewis get a lecture from his mother about his latest faux pas, but she could see that Lewis was hurt and confused about what he had done wrong and even though she was embarrassed Rikki had felt sorry for him. Earlier he had commented about how his sister and cousin's jumpers were the same shade of blue and that was okay, so why wasn't it okay to say that they used the same brand of feminine hygiene products?

Rikki thought that she had better do the responsible thing when she got back to the ballroom and check that Lewis was okay, he certainly didn't seem okay. Bright flashing lights, loud music, socializing, things being out of order were not a good recipe for Lewis.

"Hey, Rikki are you in there?" came the voice of her friend Amanda.

"Yeah, I won't be long," Rikki called back. "Everything okay?"

"Not really," said Amanda. "I thought I should tell you, I saw Lewis heading out."

"Out? Out where?" Rikki asked, becoming concerned. "I know my aunty gave him money to catch a taxi home, but he wasn't supposed to leave yet."

Amanda's response made her more apprehensive. "He was with Chad Ashton and his friends. I saw them go out through the fire escape."

"Chad?" Rikki's blood ran cold. If there was one student that made Lewis's life a misery at school, it was Chad. The school's alpha bully with plenty of other bullies lower on the food chain in tow, there was only one worse bully she could name. That was Chad's older brother Kirk, a stupid and sadistic psychopath who fortunately had finished Year 12 in 1993.

"Why would Lewis go with Chad and his friends?" Rikki asked.

Amanda's voice came again. "They were acting friendly, like Lewis was their new best friend. I wouldn't trust them."

"Neither would I," said Rikki. She knew that Lewis had limited concept of reading people, and he was an easy target for deception. Feeling increasingly anxious for her cousin, the teenager got some toilet paper to finish and stood up off the toilet before flushing it. Rikki pulled up and adjusted her knickers, and emerged from the cubicle, seeing her friend Amanda waiting outside, red-headed Amanda wearing a green dress.

Stopping only to wash her hands, Rikki stormed out of the ladies' loo, Amanda following.

"Did you want to get a teacher?" Amanda asked.