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 {Grammar Notes: Yes, she does tend to run-on, when she's upset, or exited.
I know, I wrote her that way.  Also note that while Technically
Ephebophilia is attraction to teenagers by non-teens - either adults, or
children- I'm just putting this here because the sexual action is between
teens.

   I know, I write a lot about the Dark Side, how these desires can be
abused, and taken advantage of.  So, for once, I thought I'd explore age
appropriate consensual BDSM relationship, as they figure it out.  Shouldn't
be anything triggering here, though they do escalate, and get kind of
rough. However, it's completely consensual, because they do.  Tell
eachother about it, first.

   That's the trick, especially for the top.  Not forcing your fantasy on
the sub, but asking them what they want, listening, then Obeying.  That's
right, the nominal "Submissive" calls the shots, and the "Dominant" obeys.
That's how this works, how this actually works, IRL.  If you want to try
this at home, go right ahead, but keep in mind that it's the bottom's
fantasy, or it's abuse.}

   ;

   "Bitch"

   [He called me bitch!?  Honestly, I didn't know he had the balls, sure he
bullies the boys, but he's always been so respectful, and sensitive to us
girls.  Which pissed me off, so I let him have it, but then he said he was
sorry, and now.

   I don't know, I'm not paying any attention in Social Studies, but it
just bothers me.  I mean, it's not like I never felt turned on before, but
it's almost like I never was, because it's so intense it's driving me nuts,
and I just don't know why.

   So, let me think about it.  um...

   Okay, so, it's not what he said.  I been called bitch before, all the
time, it's practically my unofficial nickname lately, and it even used to
piss me off, but not like that.  So yeah, break it down, and start with why
I lost it, did I black out?  How would I know, but I wish I could remember
anything I said, because then he snapped me out of it, but he just said
sorry.

   Not even I'm sorry, just the word "Sorry." Not even the first time I
heard that, but I don't even know what I said to make him say that, much
less why it worked?  So, it must be how he said it, because the first thing
is I never expected him of all people to say that, so that's why I got so
upset, and even my friends took off.

   So, I don't know.  He's cute, no he's not.  I mean, we say cute when we
mean hot, I should probably switch to pencil anyways, but really.  God god,
am I dripping!?  I swaer to god, I felt it, a little drop roll down just
now, before it soaked in, and I can't smell it, yet, but it's only a matter
of time before I start stinking up the whole room, and it's driving me so
nuts!  I don't even know why, but if I get up to go to the bathroom I'll
have to uncross my legs, and walking across the room to get a pass will
just tell them who the sexy smell is cumming from, so treat it like a fart.

   It doesn't matter, most of these dweebs wouldn't know what that smell is
if I rubbed their face in it, but I can smell it now, and it's only a
matter of time before they do too.

   I just can't wait for the bell to ring, so I can skip, and fuck off.  I
guess it'll be better, I think it feels better the longer I can stay this
horny, and I don't know how long I can stand it, but with all these other
kids around, I don't have a choice so I can just keep my head down, and try
to figure it out until the bell rings.

   It's got to be the way he said it.  Not Bitch, he almost made it sound
like a question?  Bitch?

   Then, he just looked down.  And blushed, and said "sorry," but he
mumbled it.  The big strong jock, bully, and, I don't know.  I know why
he's hot, but I never felt this hot for him, or anyone before, so it must
be the way he said that.

   "Good," I told him, "You better be," but in retrospect, that wasn't good
enough.

   "Not sorry enough," I should have said.  "I'll make you sorry," or "Give
you something to be sorry about." Yeah, it's not being called bitch. 
Normally, I got used to it, and honestly, I'm starting to like it.

   I guess he just surprised me is all.  He never called me that before, or
did he ever really, say anything?  To me, I mean, before that.

   Was that really the first thing, he ever said to me?

   I hate this.  High school, it's just so confusing!]

   ;

   Drake

   "Why'd you call me bitch?"

   "Oh,sorry.  I didn't mean it, I mean.  I wasn't calling you bitch, I
wasn't." Talking to her, "Well, I'm sorry about talking about you, like you
weren't right there, I just."

   "Who were you talking to?"

   "My girlfriend, Julia?"

   "Oh, yeah.  About me?"

   "Well, she was talking about you.  She said it was okay, you don't mind,
you like it."

   "Well, don't listen to her.  She doesn't know what she's talking about.
Like she knows me, but what am I supposed to like.  According to her?"

   "You know.  Being called that?"

   "Bitch?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Well, she's one to talk.  About other bitches being bitches, you know."

   "Tell me about it."

   "Well, since you asked, she's just in denial about it.  I bet that's why
she likes calling me that.  It's not like I mind, I hear it enough, but
she's wrong about me liking it.  That's just her way of victim blaming, or
whatever.  That's how you can tell, whenever someone says that she likes
it, it's just the same as when a rapist says that."

   "Oh."

   "What?"

   "Nothing.  Sorry, I'm just not used to, girls.  Talking about.  That."

   "Rape?" I nodded, "Of course not, because guys don't want us to, so
whenever we do, they always but in with #NotAllMen, so we'll shut up about
it."

   "It's okay.  I don't mind."

   "Uh!"

   "What?"

   "I, just.  Well, you just surprised me, is all."

   "Sorry."

   "No, don't be.  Actually, could you stop apologizing all the time too?"

   "Okay." I nodded.  "Got it."

   "That's it?"

   "Mhm?"

   "You know, I read somewhere that that's a sign of emotional abuse."

   "Yeah."

   "Yes, it is, or yes you're emotionally abused?"

   "Both?  I don't know, it's all right.  I like it."

   "Emotional abuse?"

   "If that's what you want to call it, but.  You know, Julia?  That's why
I like her, she speaks her mind.  She doesn't sugarcoat stuff like the
other girls.  You neither, so that's why I like it.  Call it what you will,
but that's the kind of girl I like."

   "Bitches?"

   "If you don't mind.  Not what I'd call it, but;"

   "Well, you just said call it what you will."

   "I couldn't."

   "Call me bitch?"

   I shook my head, but she just grinned.

   "You like me?"

   "Sure, you're cool."

   "You like me like Julia?"

   "She's not bisexual."

   "She's not honest, either.  That's what you just said, right?  You like
us bitches, for being honest about our feelings?"

   "Well, I didn't put it that way, but."

   "It's true."

   "Yeah," I have to admit, "She's not really honest about her feelings."

   "Like me?"

   "Yeah," I have to agree, "I do."

   "Good."

   ;

   Beatrice (Alias)

   [Okay, so that cleared some of it up.  And did nothing at all to help
being so hot for him, if anything it's even worse because now I know why.

   He's submissive, that's how he snapped me out of it, it's not because he
said that he was sorry.

   He ment it.  I could tell, and yeah he was so cute.  Right then, besides
being so big, and strong, and forceful, I think he bullies the other boys
to hide it, but what he really means is he wants a girl to dominate him. 
The problem is, he wants one, which answers the question of what he sees in
her.  I mean yeah, she's a senior too, and popular, they probably met on
the football field, because she was cheerleading, and he's a defensive
lineman, whatever that means, but I looked them up in last year's yearbook,
and sure enough.

   Homecoming and everything, it's been going on at least since last fall,
and now I'm so jealous of her I want to.  Figure out some way to get rid of
her, obviously I can't just knock her out, and push her into the pool to
drown, so I have to be a little more subtle about it, so he doesn't have to
come see me in jail for murder, but it's still a pretty hot and romantic
fantasy to think about while I get my fingers dirty.

   He's just so perfect, it's maddening.  For me, because she didn't make
him perfect for me, of course she made him perfect for her, I just need to
make him break up with her, because she's very territorial, and I'm a
freshman.  It's not like I'm scared of her, but she rules the school, or at
least the girl's half of it, so it's not just her I have to worry about. 
They can make my life miserable for the next 3 and a half years, or call it
7 semesters, because even after they graduate, the damage will already be
done, and all the upperclassmen already hate me, because I threaten their
position.

   There's a pecking order, I understand that, I'm just not content to wait
for years while I take over, so they graduate, and I'm left with the kids
that didn't.  That's the way it's supposed to work, but I'm not patient,
and god damn it, he's perfect.  Like she would tell me, how she made him
like that, I have some ideas, but again all of them take like 4 years to
get someone who may or may not be as good as him.

   I don't care about homecoming queen, or junior homecoming king, and
queen, those aren't real ranks so much as photo ops for yearbook.  I'm a
dominant, and a rival.  For Julia, she's the queen bee, a shoe in for
sweeping Homecoming, and Prom this year, and a senior.  So, if I'm going to
topple her throne, I can start by ganking her man, she can keep the crown,
but I don't want him for a trophy.

   That's her problem, she's in it for the Popularity, and I want him. 
Drake, I don't want popularity, plastic crowns, nor my picture in the
yearbook.  I want the best, now, nothing else will do, and he's perfect for
me.  He just doesn't know what he's missing, but he's already starting to
doubt.  Julia, if he really belongs with her, just because it's expected,
and obvious.  He's not really an expected and obvious guy, he just plays
the part to hide what he really is.

   A pussy.  That's what they call it, a wuss, pussy whipped, it's like
calling me Bitch for standing up for myself, and that's why he's perfect
for me.  I even think he might be starting to see it, and so's she if she's
literally talking about me behind my back, and tricking him into saying
Bitch to piss me off.  Well played, I know who I'm dealing with, and I'm
not going to underestimate her, but what really makes him so perfect is not
his looks.  His sports, or popularity, it's that he has all the answers.

   He passed the quiz, the pop quiz, and for the first time in my life I
finally found a man who didn't even have to think about the questions.  I
even tried to bait him into #NotAllMen, but he didn't even try to avoid it.
He didn't have to, I can only assume that she taught him well, but it was
almost frustrating trying again and again, only for him to get it right. 
Over and over, without even thinking about it.

   So, I could keep trying with Bradley, to teach him all this, and make
him a poor reflection of Drake, but I don't have to.  I can skip ahead to
what I want, and now that I know that, I won't settle for less.  Anything
less than him, the best, the perfect man.  I'm sure Bradley won't
understand, because he hasn't learned yet, but I'm not going to explain it
to him.  I just have to get him face to face so I can see him.

   React to it, I bet he'll even cry.

   There.  That's better.  Maybe now I can get some sleep.  I know, I'm a
sadist too.  That's another advantage.  I know who I'm dealing with, and
she still wants to lie about it.  She doesn't understand why he likes it,
when I do.  I bet there's a mommy, or mommy figure in there to prime him
for it too, just like there was with Bradley, but he's already thinking
about it.

   Me, I'm not like the other bitches.  I don't lie to him about it, and he
likes it.  He knows that I can make him so happy, so with a little luck,
soon I won't have to settle for anything less.

   But it's late, and I'll need all my mental faculties tomorrow.

   She doesn't even know I'm on the field...]

   ;

   Drake

   "Tell me about it."

   "Well, huh!  I broke up with her, because, she never really gave me what
I need.  In bed, sure she's beautiful, and;"

   "Well, enough about her."

   "Sorry."

   "What about you?" she grinned, "What do you need?"

   "Well, you know." She shook her head, "Shame?"

   "God, why?"

   "I don't know, but I think about it a lot, and.  Huh!  I guess it's like
a game, where they win it too easy."

   "A football game?"

   "Yeah, or any game, but on the field, I'm defensive.  A line-backer, so
when the other team sucks, it's just like standing in line, watching a
boring game."

   "So, you'd rather lose?"

   I don't know, I guess?  It's not a real good analogy, cause you're not
into sports?" She shook her head, "Well, I get everything, so easy.  I
hardly even have to work for it, I could have any girl I want, I get good
grades, and honestly I don't really care about football either."

   "You don't." I shook my head, "Then, why do you do it?"

   "Well, because I can for one.  Another reason is at first because it was
easy.  Especially defensive lineman, all you really have to do is be big,
and stop the runners getting through, but then we lost, and that's the
first time I really felt it."

   "Shame?"

   "Humiliated.  You should have heard the coach.  He was pissed, and
cussing.  Called us all these nasty names, and you know I was never
bullied?"

   "No?"

   "Never.  I mean, I seen it."

   "You bully the smaller guys."

   "Yeah, because it's expected, and I'm not that hard on them.  I don't
beat them up or anything, but you don't know what it's like."

   "Then tell me about it."

   "Well, I guess there's all this pressure.  You're expected to win, all
the time, so when we do it's kind of like.  A letdown?  That's normal, but
when we lose it's like.  Huh!  I fucked up, once.  On purpose, I let a
running back right through, and he got a touchdown, so coach pulled me, and
really let me have it on the bench."

   "And you liked it?"

   "Huh, no.  I don't know why, honestly I haven't a clue, but, I got. 
Turned on."

   "A hard on?"

   "Yeah, and then when I beat off, thinking about it.  Huh!  It was
incredible, but it scared me."

   "Why?"

   "Because I fucked up!  I don't want to fuck up, my life ultimately, just
so I can feel what it's like to be ashamed of.  Something, anything, I have
nothing to be ashamed of, ever, even my grades.  I know I'm supposed to be
a dumb jock, but I'm even on Honor roll, because it's so damned easy, my
whole life is just boring, and I can't even talk to anyone about it.  Huh,
thanks.  No, really.  Thank you, you're like the first person that ever
really listened, and took any of this seriously, and lately I've been
feeling like I'm going insane for not being grateful."

   "Don't mention it, but you're wrong.  I do know, exactly what it's like.
Only it's different for me, of course cause I'm a girl, and I'm not
expected to be good at sports because I'm big, and strong.  Instead, I have
to be pretty, not slutty, but pretty enough to get compliments, and take it
as a compliment, and a virgin because I'm a freshman, and even though I got
the hots for a senior.  That's all right, but I better not talk out of
turn, or your bitch girlfriend will make my life miserable."

   "Well, she's not my girlfriend." I looked over.  At Julia, and turned
back.  "You are." She closed her eyes, and I could just imagine her anger.
Not to mention all the talk about me, kissing a freshman, and everything
came together to build up all this pressure until I just let it out in this
one kiss.

   "Huh!" She looked up, and bit her lip.

   I felt her cheek.  And the hair on the back of my head relax.  My scalp
slipped down with my shoulders, and all that tension went away.

   "Huh!" I just picked up her hand, and held it.

   ;

   Bea

   "Huh!" I saw it.  "What are you doing?" He tried to cover it up, but
even his hands weren't big enough.

   "I'm sorry."

   "Turn around," in the corner, "I don't want to see that!" But I did, and
I didn't have to act.  Surprised, I gasped.  For real, it's HUGE!  I mean
yeah, he's a big guy and all, and I guess I was expecting something, but,
dear god.  He expects me, to have sex, with that?

   "Ngh!" he looked down, fumbling with his pants, so I snapped out of it,
and "Uh!" Slapped his ass.  His big hard muscular athletic ass, and asked
myself how I ever got so lucky, but I had a job to do.  I have to make him
feel it.  Ashamed of himself, when he's got nothing to be ashamed of.

   What can I say, I like a challenge?

   "You should be ashamed of yourself.  Jerking off out here where everyone
can see it.  Is that it, your idea of a sick joke?  Flashing high school
girls for your jollies.  You fucking pervert, I should call the cops on
you."

   "No, don't!"

   "Yeah, that's exactly what I should do.  Send you to jail to suck off
big black guys, and let them fuck you in the showers.  Is that what you
want," Hit both of them, harder, "Faggot?"

   "No, please!  I'll do anything!"

   "Well, you came out here to jerk it, don't be shy now, get it back out
and jerk it." I rubbed them, hot, and hard, and felt the muscles flex. 
Squeezed his gluteus maximus.  "Mh!" Biting my lips, and slipping down his
belt when it came lose.  "HhHhH!" God, it's hard!  So hard, keeping in
control, acting disgusted, when god damn it, he's got the greatest ass
ever. I'm not really a butt girl, but it's perfect, like the rest of him.
His big broad back, pushing up his shirt to feel the hard muscles,
spreading like a fan, and smelling his sweat.

   "Mh," I hope he's ashamed enough.  "Smwoch, slah!" Cause now I just have
to taste it.  Lick up his spine, the bones one bye one, and feel around his
hips.  The flat sides of his ass, and even the stretch marks on his thick
thighs.  This is a man, and he's mine, all mine!  "Hihihihn!" I slapped his
hand.  "Don't touch it.  Dirty fucking thing, you've touched it more than
enough.  HhihHHHH!" My god, it's fucking huge!  "Hm!" I mean, "You don't
get to touch it any more, you hear me?"

   "Mhm?" He nodded.

   "Good, this," I squeezed it, "Is mine." Goosed between his legs,
"These," his balls, "Are Mine!"

   "UH!" They twitched, "Huh!"

   "Ugh!" I felt it, "The fuck?" Let go, and shook my fingers.  "Look at
this mess you filthy fucking pervert, lookat it!" They just kept twitching,
jumping in my hand, and pumping his spooge to spatter all over the walls,
in the corner, and fall in heavy wet patters in the dirt.

   "HhHHH!" He relaxed.  Just like he did when he kissed me.  The first
time he kissed me, right there in front of everyone, and made me his.

   "Huhhhhh!" I hugged him.  "That all right?" Felt him hanging.  The thick
soft rope of manflesh drape over my fingers, and even a last dribble drip,
and run down my fingers.

   "Yeah." He turned around, and felt up my burning neck.  With his big
strong hand, rough fingertips gently brushing over my jaw, and caressing my
cheek.

   "Mh!"

   I melted.  He's right, after all that, tension building up.  When it
finally lets go, it's.  This, is the most wonderful feeling ever.  And it's
true, he did make me his.  And I him, mine.  Uh?

   "Huh!" Bit my lip, looking down.  "We better." Tucking it in, "Put this
away, before someone else sees it." For real, I even zipped it up for him,
but let him button it up.

   I'd seen, well you know.  Pornos.  I knew, there were guys that, large.
They existed, I just never seriously considered the prospect of having one.
Of my very own, and I'll have to think about that.

   "I got to get to class." He kissed me, and ran off.

   Me too, and realistically.  Of course, it would fit.  Eventually, I'm
sure.  I've seen baby's heads too, and those have to come out of there, so
obviously it will stretch, I just can't imagine.

   And honestly, I'm not even horny any more.  I was, so horny, just
listening to him tell me about his fantasies.  Picking one we could
actually pull off.

   "Ihihihm!" Literally, at school, but.  That was enough?  I mean, he
didn't even touch me!  Yeah, he kissed me, and touched my face, and I don't
even know why that feels so wonderful, and I feel so beautiful when he
touches me like that, but he didn't even touch my boobs.

   I certainly never though I'd ever be satisfied, giving a handjob. 
"Huh!" Live and learn, I guess.

   But, better pay attention in class.  It's not like I get good grades and
bitch about it being too easy.  He's just so lucky, I feel lucky to have
him.

   ;

   Drake

   "Huh!"

   I looked away.  Nobody saw it, they're not looking at my dick, and I
know they're even avoiding it, but I did.

   So, I went to the stalls, before the swelling got to bad to ignore, and
sat down.  On the toilet, it's just like she said.

   It's a football team, and I know them.  All of them, are my team mates,
and I'd know by now if one of them was gay, but.  I can imagine.  Most of
them are black, and it's not racists to point out that most guys on most
football teams are black.  Okay?  I'm not even the biggest one here, we're
just so casual about it now, because we change, and shower together all the
time, but that's not what she said.

   "HhHhH!" Not too loud.  Don't want my arm to slap my leg, so they can
hear the faps over the usual talk, and locker doors slamming, but that's
not the fantasy.

   I can imagine, going to jail.  Just like she said, all those black guys,
only strangers, seeing me.  Fresh meat, and having to shower together.

   You looking at my dick?

   "HhHhH!"

   Getting hard, and down on my knees.  Slapping me with them, and forcing
my mouth open.  All that dick, choking on it, and "Nh!  Hm!"

   Splashing all over my legs.

   "HhHhH!" Held together so tightly, my knees hurt a little, and running
don between them

   "Huh!" Relax, and just lean back.

   I'm not gay.  That's the point, neither are they, if I was they would
have to make me.  Suck them off, and bend over to take it up the ass.  Even
that relaxed, and felt so goey, just thinking about it.

   KHSHSHSHSHSH!

   Right next to the showers, running.  Scooping the filthy mess between my
legs, and the hairs sticking to it.  And my fingers, my thighs.  Spreading
them, and cupping the jism under my spent nuts, and wiping it through the
hairs.  Up the crack of my ass, and twirling circles around the wrinkles of
my tight pucker.

   Of course I'm not gay, then it wouldn't be this humiliating. 
Disgusting, dirty and nasty.  I'd enjoy it too much, but it does feel good.
So, good, my tight sphincter clenching, and pushing it in.  Deeper and
deeper, thinking about Travis.  His big hard black uncut cock, pushing it
in, deeper, and deeper.  Until the foreskin pushes back, and the big hard
head slips out.

   "INH!" Hold my breath, so I don't moan out loud.  Loud enough for them
to hear me.  Come to check on me, and see me.  Humiliate me, and call me
faggot for thinking about cocks.  Big black cocks, and their hands on me.
Too many of them, too strong.  Taking me, and forcing me in the showers. 
Bending me over even as my fingertip slips out so I can fuck another one in
with it.

   "Hihhhh!  Huhhhhh!"

   Yeah.

   "HhHhH!"

   I could take it.  The whole team.  The night train, but it's late.

   She said she'd wait for me, after practice, but I better get a shower
first.

   "Ngh!"

   TbphPHFT!

   "Huh!"

   Good reason to do this on the toilet, but I have a clean hand too.  To
wipe the drool off moy mouth, and pull off some toilet paper.  Wipe, and go
out for the last of the hot water.

   Now that I don't have to worry about any embarrassing swelling, to give
it away.

   "Huh!" Must be nice, to be black.  So I don't have to worry about my
blush showing, but most of them are done anyway.  "Uh!"

   "Good game."

   "Yeah," I slapped his ass back, "Good game."

   That's not gay, either.

   I can even imagine, all of them lining up to bet off, as the hot water
splashes all over my face, and washes it all away.

   Good, they didn't notice, and now I have an excuse for being so read.

   Grab the soap, I better wash it all off.

   ;

   Bea

   "Hihn!" Rub his chest, through his shirt.  Feel the muscles flex from
him rubbing up and down my arms, and bit my lip.  "Hm!" Nobody ever made me
feel like this before.  "So'ah, how was practice?" I can't think of
anything better than all the cliches.

   So, he told me about it.  Walking me around to the parking lot. 
Football, I won't bore you with it, but we didn't talk about sex out there.
Around the school, already locked up so we have to walk around, but he held
my hand, and explained everything I just saw from the bleachers.

   Thank god the Cheerleaders weren't there.  That jealous bitch Julia,
could have ruined it with her petty drama, but she didn't I could
appreciate it, their grunts, and crashing together like armies fighting
over a football, but then we got in his car, and he told me about after.

   In the locker room, and what he was thinking about.  "Oh.  Kay?" I'm not
jealous, of his hand.  As long as I can feel it, on my thigh.  Already
getting horny again, after the break when they went in to take their
showers.  He beat off, thinking about what I said, and that's flattering
too, it's just.  "How is that not gay?"

   "Well, because a real fag would like it.  That's why it turned me on,
because I'm not gay.  So, the gay gangrape is humiliating, and disgusting.
I don't know why that turns me on."

   "So, we'll figure it out, together." That's another perfect thing about
him.  He's honest about when he doesn't know something.  Not like a nerd, I
mean he is, a nerd, and a jock, and a freak, pretty much half the Breakfast
Club, which is why we're perfect together.  Because I'm the other half, the
Princess, and the Delinquent.  Bender, and, whatever Molly Ringwald's
character's name is.  I forget, it's been a while since I saw it, but even
that principal who tries to control him.

   It's like the nerds, the ones who're Just Nerds, and try to act like
they know everything.  When Drake knows something he explains it, but when
he doesn't, he's brave enough to admit it.  I guess because he doesn't have
to prove his intellectual superiority, to compensate for his feelings of
inadequacy.  He just has nothing to prove, I guess that's why he seeks out
something to be ashamed of, but really I have more in common with those
Nerds.  You know the ones, in the funny hats?

   The stereotype is a Fedora, or a Trilby.  Whatever that is, but that
table is surrounded by all kinds of hats.  Like Bradly, Actually.  Where I
got him, was pulling him away for me card game.  Yugio this year, but it
was Magic the Gathering, and even Pokimon before that.  Those guys, only he
wore a Bowler, and told you it was a Derby when you got it wrong.

   I started, making a man out of him, but this.  This is easier, and while
I don't get what he means by it being too easy, I don't have to understand
it completely.

   "Yeah," I'm learning that.  From him, he's so smart he doesn't have to
prove it.

   "So yeah.  If I was gay, then I'd probably suck them all off willingly,
and bend over to take it.  But I'm not, so they'd have to make me.  Just
like you said, in jail."

   "I get it.  Really, I just didn't.  Well, I knew guys have rape
fantasies too, I just never considered the thought of one imagining himself
as the victim."

   "You too?"

   "Well, I said girls.  Not me, but I have other friends, you know.  We
talk about it."

   "How about Bondage."

   "Really?"

   We stopped at a light, so he could look over, and nod.  "Seriously." And
kiss me, but then the guy behind us honked.

   "Mh!" I took a breath.  "Huh!" Cause I could, breath again.  Another
thing I didn't believe in.  Him literally taking my breath away, with a
kiss, always thought that was a myth, but now I'm feeling my cheek, because
he has to drive.  "Hihn!  I guess." Shrug, "I mean, yeah, I thought about
it, but.  You like to be tied up?"

   "No."

   "Right." Not the point.  Still learning here.  "Okay, yeah.  I
definitely thought about it, but.  Huh!" Hate to admit, "I don't know how."

   "I'll show you."

   "So," I look out, "How come you live way out here?" Suburban school, but
now it was starting to look more like farmhouses, and the country.  Look,
horses!

   "Well, we moved, but.  In the middle of the school year, so I'm
finishing it out there.  With the same teachers, and classes, so I can stay
on the team?"

   "Oh yeah," keep ignoring the fact that he's graduating this year.  And
I'm not.  "Huhn!  Well, we better talk about this first, so tied up how?"

   He even had a safe word.  "Cooties." I laughed, but that's part of it.
"What makes it a good safe word is, well first of all it's not something
I'm just going to say, normally, in the middle of sex."

   "It's just so childish." And funny!

   "Mhm?" he nodded, "So, it breaks the mood.  That's what it's for, but
the reason I like it is because it's funny.  I find it's better to break it
with a laugh.  Then it makes the cooloff a lot better."

   "Yeah," makes sense.  "So, that's how you did it with, her?" Shake my
head, "Julia, I mean." I don't want to talk about it, but I'm learning. 
That that's a good sign that we probably should, talk about it anyway.  Not
talking about it is how we fuck it up, and loathe as I am to admit it, I'm
still very new at all of this.  The only real experience I have is angsty
sarcastic comments, and experimental play with a nerd who'd do anything for
sex.  There's still a lot to learn, but I'm enjoying it.

   Every minute of it, it's just that a lot of things are almost the exact
opposite of what you'd expect.  Like being perfect, actually.  Normal
people spend so much time wishing, and fantasizing about it.  The perfect
life, or even the perfect man, and he is.  So damned perfect, it's really
starting to piss me off, but the point is it's boring.  That's why the
rich, and famous get into kink, and a lot of them even give up Power to
high payed Dominatrices, and if I'm going to be one some day, I have to
learn all of it.  Sure is fascinating, though.

   The thing about being perfect, and having everything you ever wanted, or
what most guys think they like is what then?  Like this car, he didn't earn
it.  His dad gave it to him, and sure, while it's used, and the same one he
grew up with, it's a free car.  With a nice big back seat, we don't even
need to use, because he can just take me home, and do it there.  So, you
don't appreciate having a free car with a nice big back seat, because you
don't need it.

   "Mhm?  I'm listening."

   Now, apply that to Everything.  You wake up in your perfect bed, in your
perfect house, with your perfect husband next to you, and grab breakfast in
a fridge where you never have to worry about running out of milk, because
your family has a maid, and private chef that does the shopping, then picks
up your dirty shorts you slept in, and washes them for you.

   I can imagine, but I've had to cram me, and my boyfriend in the back
seat of a 3 door hatchback, he had to borrow so we could go out and screw,
because we couldn't do it at his place, or mine, because we're normal
teenagers.

   He's not, he's perfect, in a world where the cliche is Nobody's Perfect?
Yeah, well he is, he knows it, and it's fucking boring, because he never
wants for anything, normal.  He reaches in his pocket, and if he forgot to
get enough cash, it's his own damned fault he forgot to stop by the ATM, he
just has to pull out the card, and put up with the minor annoyance of
waiting for the cashier to run it.

   So, take it from him, here's the secret: That's not happiness.  That's
why money can't buy you happiness, because if you have enough for
everything, then you end up getting bored with the best of everything, all
the time.

   Then I met his parents.  Well, sort of.  His mom was on the couch,
reading.  They have a library, and his dad was on another couch, watching a
game.  He has a den, and a trophy case, with all the Trophies, and medals
he won playing Quarterback.  You get it?

   I thought I did too, until we went in his room, and he told me.

   "Oh." I missed it too.  "You're neglected."

   That's why he's an overachiever.  Not because his mom is an
intellectual, and his father an Olympic sports star.  He is, by the way, he
didn't go pro, because he didn't have to.  Played through college, payed
for on a scholarship, got a good job as a broker, a wife, kids, nice house
in the country, and basically retired in middle age.  Now, he spends his
whole day, watching games, and picking out real estate he doesn't even have
to go out, and fix.  Just sit on until the market changes, and sell them
for a profit.

   "Yawn!"

   "What happens when you climb Mount Everest?"

   "I don't know, tell me about it?"

   "Nothing.  You take in the view, catch your breath, and then you climb
back down.  That's the problem, after that, you come down, and realize that
to get any higher, you have to learn to Fly.  The problem is, I was born at
the top of Everest.  I could see the world from up here, but if I want to
leave, I can only climb down, or jump off a cliff."

   "Oh."

   {She was listening, but also processing at the same time.  That's why I
only wrote her thoughts, instead of the dialog.  Because she was so focused
on her thoughts that the questions and answers were lost along with Short
Term Memory.  Like most of the way there, she saw some horses, that's about
it.  What's important is the conclusions, so important that she forgot how
she got there.}

   ;

   Drake

   "Huh!" she nodded, and put down the list.

   I finished rolling the joint, from what I'd gotten from mom's study, and
we just smoked it.  Quietly, so hold it in, she siad "Wow, good stuff!"

   "The best," of course.  Mom's, she wouldn't settle for anything less.  I
put it out when she refused.

   "I'm good."

   "Don't worry about it going, well.  The first time, okay?  Don't try too
hard, that'll ruin it, try not to think about it."

   "Well, that stuff'll help.  Ihihihn!" Big beautiful grin, and I lay
back. Relaxed, after going over everything I learned in practice, I don't
have to worry about it.  Think about it, I can unwind, and enjoy this.

   "Just be yourself." I grinned, "Bitch."

   "Oh," she got up, "Pushing my buttons?" She pushed me back, and got on
my lap.  "I thought I told you, not to jerk off.  After I was so nice to
you, before.  Um.  On lunch.  Jerked you off, only for you to leave me,
unsatisfied.  You think that's all I am?  To you, all your girlfriend is
for is to get you off, without giving me orgasm in return?"

   "Mhm." She held my mouth, shook my head.  Slowly.

   "Well, now you owe me.  Touch me.  Now, finger me through my panties."

   She sat on my hands.  Pinned them really, squeezing my legs between
hers, my hands between us, and made me masturbate her.  It was enough like
bondage, I can't move, or do anything but her bidding.  "Nh, come on.  You
never touched a girl before?  You'll learn, oh yeah you'll learn to get me
off, even if it takes all night." She rubbed it in, but I can't see what
I'm doing, or even really feel anything but the fabric of her underwear. 
And the heat of her body, her sex, her thighs so hot around mine that I'm
starting to sweat through my pants.  "Huuh!  HuhHhH!  Harder." Grinding her
sex into the sides of my thumbs, really.  So, I just held them together. 
Like praying, and moved them around so my knuckles felt the soft flesh
split.  Her lips flatten out to the sides, and the hot cotton pushed
between them.  "HuhHhuh!  Yeah, harder.  HhuhHhH!" Pulling my hair, forcing
my face into her shirt.  Her bra catching on my nose as she humped faster,
and faster, her deep ragged breaths.  "UhkhUH Hooh!" Coughing, then humping
my thumbs, faster, and faster.

   "HhuHhH!" She shivered, and slowed down.  "Ohhhhh!" Shuddered, and
started shaking.  I couldn't feel it, through the cotton, and my breath was
hot.  Recycled, trying to gasp in though her teeshirt, but just catching
the last.  Breathed out when I could, back in between her shaking breasts,
and she moaned.  "OahhHHH!"

   "Hih huh!  Hih huhn!" I panted, but she leaned back.  Holding onto my
neck, and grinding higher on my lap.  Almost fucking into my panting tummy,
and all I could see was her neck.  Her chin, and her hair slipping back
from her shoulders.  "HOHHHHHH!"

   I wanted to, touch her.  Her body, like she said she missed.  In the
corner by the gym, on lunch.  Kiss, and lick her hot throat, slip up her
shirt, and unhook her bra, make her feel good all over, but she wouldn't
let my hands free.

   "Hoh, FUCK!  That's intense!" She got up panting.  "Stay there." I
nodded.  "Don't move a muscle, and hold your hands between your legs."

   I let my head down.  Nodded, silently, but ached to pull the out.

   "Ah!" She smacked me!

   "I said, not a muscle!  What's wrong with you, I thought you passed
English?"

   "I'm sorry," I hung my head.

   "Not sorry enough.  What do you have to be sorry about?  Prince fucking
charming here, says he's sorry like he has any idea what that feels like."
She slammed the door on my fridge, hard enough to hear the bottles clank
together inside.  "Huh, you're not sorry.  Not sorry enough.  Not yet, I'll
make you sorry.  I'll make you wish you're never born, you spoiled little
shit!"

   "Hh." I just closed my eyes.  "Snh!" I felt it.

   "You think that's enough?  Answer me!"

   "No?" I didn't shake my head.

   "Of course not.  I'm not a spoiled prick that thinks an orgasm is enough
to satisfy me.  Like I'm satisfied, jerking you off just for the privilege.
You proud of it?  Your big dick, is that what you think?  All you need is a
big dick, and us stupid little girls will just line up for the chance to
touch it."

   "No."

   "Get down." she pushed me over, "Lay down, and shut your stupid lying
face, fucker!  You talk too much, you know that?"

   "Mh?"

   "Like you know everything, man.  That's all it takes to learn
everything, like all the secrets of the universe comes with your balls."

   "MRH!"

   "Sit on your hands.  Don't touch me.  You want to feel something, grab
your ass, and imagine it's a pair of titties.  You're never gonna touch a
pair of tits again.  You don't deserve it faggot.  You have to earn that
privilege, and you've been touching more than enough girls already. 
Jerking off, thinking about big black dick.  Well, suck a pussy for once
you fucking cannibal."

   "Kuhhhhh!" I gasped and panted cool fresh air, and even through the damp
fabric, the smell filled my nose.  My head, her sex.  In heat, then she
stripped them off, and threw her leg back over my head.  My face, her skirt
draping over and coming down until it went dark, again.

   "MmhmpH!"

   "Huh!  Smell my ass.  Dig your nose up in there.  There, you smell it?
You smell it?"

   "Snh, phbh!" I could nod, but even if it wasn't dark, and I could open
my eyes, her buttocks squeezed, and rolled over them.

   "HuhhH!  Yeah!  Stick your tongue in there, deeper!  Huh deeper, yeah.
Fugh, huh!  Tonguefuck my cunt, and smell my ass.  NhHN!"

   PHft!

   A little gas slipped out, and she leaned over.

   "Smell it!"

   "SNHHHHHHH!" So I could breathe, but I had to, through my nose.  "NGH!"
I tried to turn away, in disgust, but couldn't, then her ass rolled back
again, and covered my eyes.  Pushed me down into the cushion, and my mind.
My heart, my body, everything just went deeper, and deeper.  I was gone,
forced down where I can feel it.  This humility.  This abject degredation,
and worthlessness.  I was gone.

   Don't ask me why, but I love it.

   "HAHN!"

   ; Beatris

   "Huhhh!  AkhUHUHUH!" He fell off, bent over on the floor, coughing, and
gagging, trying to gasp in between.

   "OWN!" I just curled up, shivering, and hugging my knees.  I don't even
know how many, I lost count.  He's right, or maybe it's not the pot that
intensifies it, or maybe it's a combination of that with the sex, but this.

   This is more then just sex.

   Take everything.  Everything you ever wanted to say but held back, then
let it out.

   Now, do that, and get off on it.

   "NGHhnhnhnhn!" I couldn't breathe, I swear my diaphragm had a seizure
trying to, but couldn't stop fluttering long enough to suck in even a
little gasp.  Maybe enough to fill up my mouth before it pushed back out,
"Huhuhuhuh!"

   "Huh huh huh, AkHUh huh!"

   "Hihuh!  Hihuh!" I could just barely, there's not even a word for this.
Hiccups?  It's like hiccups, or that spastic giggle I get when you tickle
me until I can't breathe.  "Hihh, huhh!" There, that was maybe half, or 2
half lungs.  Not a lung, but both of them about half way, and my entire
body is still tingling so hard it feels like I was electricuted, and the
feeling is just now coming back.  "HihHHH!  Hwhewwww!" I can pant now. 
"Ohhhh!  Hihhhhh!  Hooooh!"

   "Huh, huh.  Huhhhh." He shook his head, and wiped his mouth.  A little
drool hanging off, and looked at it.  The blood, on the back of his hand.
"Are you all right?"

   "I think that's.  Hhuh, that's you." I managed to point.  It shook, but
I managed to hold it out.  "I split your lip." He licked, the wrong side,
then over to feel it.  "Sorry, I'm's s'sorry!"

   "No, god.  Nh, that was great."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah," he half crawled, to his knee, then stepped up from a kneel. 
Still panting, hanging bent over, exhausted, and dragged himself to the
bathroom.

   I caught my breath, and slowly sat up.  Took my time getting up, but I
know how he feels.  Well, at least the tired part, and he had football
practice too, but I felt.  Like, I had some idea.  What that must be like
now.  I'd just run a mile, rammed repeatedly through a quad of heavy dudes,
in armor, been tackled, and piled on, then had to push them all off.  I
hear water running, and rubbed his back.  While he washed his face, and
looked up.  In the mirror, he checked his lip.  Looked back, and grinned at
me.  Well, my eyes, and forehead.  Barely over his shoulder, even bent over
like that.

   "No, that was perfect." I hugged around him, and pulled his buttocks
into my hips.

   "Really?" He still wasn't hard, he never even got hard?

   "I don't think I need stitches, but." He felt around, in front of his
teeth, and licked it again.  "Lnm, yeah." He turned around, and my hands
went right to his chest.  "That was awesome, for your first time."

   "Well, it wasn't my first first.  I had a boyfriend before you, you
know. I just.  I guess it was practice for you, but I feel like I'm.  Moved
up to the big leagues?  Now."

   "Hh, yeah.  Well, you never know till you try out, but." He pulled out
my shirt, "Let be check you out.  I think I just caught it on my lip, but.
Huhah, it's not like anyone's going to notice."

   "You with a busted lip?"

   "Again.  It's an old scar, and it keeps splitting open."

   "Right," football players.  they have helmets, and.  those plastic
things they bite on, like at the dentist.  And bars across the front, but I
like it.  His lopsided grin, I always did, it's half a sneer sometimes, but
at least it's good to know that there's something.  To break up the rest of
his otherwise perfect handsome face.  Or at least that's what I thought
about, while he kissed me, and I taste his blood.

   I like it.  Never really liked it before, but it's not bad.  What I love
about it is knowing why.  How he got the split lip, form sex.

   I fucked his face until he bled.

   "Huh!" I bit mine.  "I'm satisfied." He pulled my shirt off, and I
turned around.  "Help me with my bra?"

   It just let go, and finally I felt them.  His hands, they're so huge,
and rough.

   "Huh!" I just put my head back, and crushed my hair over his shoulder.
"Which isn't to say I couldn't.  Get horny again."

   Now he was hard, behind me.

   "Uh!" Bent me over the sink, and split me open.  "Huh!"

   "Huh!  Yeah!" I reached back, to pull my skirt up, and it slipped
between my ass cheeks.  And his dick, his big thick hard hairy cock,
slipping back and forth.  "Ngh" I practically fell over.  Off the sink,
caught myself on the top of the toilet tank, and bent over the bathtub.  He
felt my back, around the deep welts from my bra strap, and gripped my
aching tits to push me into the tub.  Slapping my thighs with his, and
shaking me with each hard passionate thrust.

   "Huh!  Fuck." He stopped, and just held me.

   "HhHhH!" I shivered, and felt it splash.  Hot, and wet, to stick, and
soak into my skirt.  My buttocks, and even my back as it soaked through it.
"Huh, huh!"

   I can't imagine, him fucking me for real.  He let me up, I just reached
over, and turned on the water.

   ;

   Drake

   "Uh!" she walked in on me, "What'd I, Tell You!" Slapped my hands away,
"About touching yourself?"

   "Sorry."

   "Not sorry enough, turn around." She slapped my buttocks, "I'll, Give,
You, Some, Thing, To, Be, Sorry, A Bout!" Back, and forth, harder, and
harder, until I reflexively covered them up.  "You like that?" She held my
wrists, while I rubbed my hot bottom protectively.

   "Snh!" I shook my head.

   "Of course not," that's the point.  "Then how cum you're still hard?"

   "I don't know!"

   "Quiet!" Protecting my rear, I couldn't cover my face.  "You sniveling
brat!  What are you crying for?"

   "Ngh!" She slapped it, so it bounced off my hip, but when I moved my
hand, she got my buttock again.  "Auh!"

   "You can't take it, you wuss?  Grow some balls for once, what's wrong
with you?" She squeezed them, gently.  "Still don't have any man juice in
these pathetic little things?" Just shaved me, and that made me even
harder. Remember the scary thrill of the blade, anticipating the cut, she
didn't mean to, but accidents happen, and she even felt a scabby line where
the blood dried.  "I should cut them off, make you a girl, if you want to
cry like a girl, is that what you want?"

   "Nh mh?" Just shake my head.

   "Then man up and quit crying like a little bitch."

   "HhH!" she gripped it.  "HhHhH!"

   "I guess if you can't stop touching it, you filthy little pervert, am I
going to have to do something about this, to keep you from jerking off?"

   "Uh," I nodded, "Huh!"

   "No." She slapped it, into my hip again.

   "Ngh!" It ran down my nose.  "Snh!" I licked it, salty off my lip. 
Thick, and runny with my tears.  "HhH!"

   "Move you hands, bend over.  Don't touch it, don't you dare touch it. 
Am I going to have to tye them up, to keep your hands off of it?"

   "Uh, huh!" I just nodded, bent over on my knees and elbows.  Shivering,
my burning ass aching for another swat.  "UHNGH!" From my belt.  "Huh!" So
turned on, even the pain feels good, and I can't wait for my balls to start
aching.  The sperm building up, and swimming around so excitedly, I can
almost feel it.  Buzzing around in there, even as she pulls the leather
tongue through the buckle, and brushes it over my lips.  "Bite it."

   I did, and tasted the salty sweat, even as my drool soaked into the
leather, and I started getting the mediciney tang of the dye.

   "Let, This, Be, A, Less, On, To, You!"

   "NGh, Mrh, NRh, Krh, Khuhuh!" I coughed, and it slipped back out.

   "I said bite it!" She held it back, between my teeth, but now the salty
drip in the back of my throuat was making it hard to.

   "Ngh, ghn!  hnh!" I clenched my knees, my buttocks, with every blow,
back and forth, so my trapped cock rolled, and slipped in the sweaty hairs,
even tickling the tip until it was too much.

   "Huh!" I dropped it, "Fuch, Huh!"

   "Oh!" She stopped, "Yeah!" Rubbed them, squeezing the hot aching skin
over my muscles, clenching with each spasm, of my asshole puckering, making
my nuts twitch, and pump out spurt after spurt in metween my still
quivering thighs.

   "Huh!" I shook my head, "Huh, huh!" Gasped, and caught my breath,
"Hoohuhuhuhuh!" Shuddered, and fell over.  Curled up, and hugged my knees.
Still clenching it as the spastic shots stopped, and it started shrinking.
Slipping, and sticking in the sloppy mess, crawling back in the skin, and
hunching from it snapping shut around the super sensitive head.

   She held me.  Just slipped her arm under my head to pillow my cheek on,
and cradled me.  Rubbing my arms, and cuddling my poor abused buttocks in
her hips, until I can talk again.

   "How do you feel?"

   "Well," I told her about it...

   ;
   {To be continued, in Tryouts:}