Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Okay, the actual title is "Tying Up Lose Ends," but this one's shorter, and
still fits in the folder AlphaBetically.  Or Omegaly, if that were a word,
but that should tell you something.  This concludes the arc, with Bondage.
Probably nothing triggering, but I do have to warn you: It's Nerdy, and
they talk a lot, because it's the right way to do this.

   Also, I'll just go ahead and spoil the ending.  I wanted to write
heterosexual fdom orgies, and gangbangs, because I don't really have any
without the added subcontext of bisexuality, lesbianism, or transgender
themes.  Which isn't to say there won't be any of that, it's just not the
focus here.  The characters are, so it's going to take a while to establish
their personalities, despite them all being variations on Stereotypes.

   ;

   Julia

   "Uh!" Now what am I going to do?  Of course, I could get any guy I want,
with a car would be nice, but I was just so busy thinking about that I
didn't consider how to get home until after practice.

   "Huh!" I guess I could call mom, but then I'd have to tell her.

   He broke up with me?

   "Uh!" I didn't like him for his car, he's really so smart, and
sensitive, and caring, it surprised me.  For a football player, a
defenseman, even!  At first, it was just so stereotypical, I told him I
don't date football players, but then I fell in love with him, and I
thought he cared for me?

   No, of course not.  He's a boy, and he'll say anything to get with me,
just like all the rest, but he sure fooled me.  I believed him, until he
dumped me for that freshman bitch with the big boobs.

   Is that all it takes?  Do I need to get a boob job to hold onto the one
good guy I ever met in my whole life?  I can't, even, I mean, I just don't.
Know, what to think any more.  Was our whole relationship a lie?  I mean I
knew he likes boobs, and it's not like I'm skinny, but really?

   That's all it takes, seriously?

   To think, he had the audacity to call me a liar!?

   "Hey."

   "Nh?"

   "Come on, you need a ride, or not?"

   "Huh!" I grabbed my bookbag.  No need to ask what She is doing here. 
"Scoot over." I threw my stuff in between us, but there is no way I'm
taking a back seat to Her!  "The hell are you listening to?"

   "ELO," she popped out the tape.  "I think."

   {Xanadu OST - "Dancin" (The Tubes feat ONJ) Actually.}

   "Ugh!"

   "Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but."

   "You don't even know me, bitch!"

   "Hihihihn!"

   "What!?"

   "You still say that, 'bitch,' like an insult?"

   See?  Told him she liked it!

   "Don't fight, girls."

   "Well, it's too late for that.  I know you still want to be friends, and
all, but it's not like I'm gonna be best friends with Her.  Not after what
she did to me."

   "I'm right here, you know."

   I ignored her, "Is that all it takes, is a pair of bigger tits to take
you away from me?" Now don't start crying.

   "He's not your property!  Uh, god you're.  Just so damned stupid, and
ignorant!  What he ever saw in you is beyond me, but you know what?  I'm a
person, not just a pair of tits, to him.  Didn't you learn anything going
out with him, or are you really that full of yourself?"

   "You want to know?" He pulled over, "Fine." Put it in park.  "Honestly,
that's why I broke up with you.  You didn't own me.  I thought you could,
you know because of your personality, but Tris's right.  You're just so
selfish, and shallow, you never really got what I needed out of the
relationship, because you wouldn't listen to me."

   "Uh!" I just shook my head, "This isn't happening." It's a nightmare!

   "Listen.  Julia, stop with the denial, and just listen for a minute. 
All right?" I nodded.  "This is important.  He's submissive.  That's why he
went out with you, and why he's with me now.  Because he wants a bitch.  To
take charge, and dominate him.  Right, honey?"

   "Mhm?" He nodded, and put it back in gear.

   "You mean, like," I shook my head, "S&M?"

   "Yes.  Exactly like that.  You know his family?  The way he grew up? 
Yeah, well at first he tried to impress his parents.  His mom with his
grades, and his dad on the field."

   "It's true," he held her hand, "I didn't even realize what I was doing,
until we talked about it, and she helped me figure it out."

   "Where are we going?" I don't live this way.

   "We need to pick someone up."

   ;

   Roy

   "Well, actually." It was hot, so I took off the hat.  "If you really
want to know, the secret is you have to listen to them.  Women, honestly if
anyone knows what she wants, it's her.  Listen, and understanding."

   "That's sexy?"

   "Nothing's sexy.  No really, people say that like there's anything,
that's sexy to everyone.  Take girls, for example.  Some like tough guys,
like you.  A lot of them are turned off by all that.  Machismo, but again.
Ask Her.  Why is this so hard to believe?  Because you've been lied to, all
your life.  You get it?  The makers of Miller 64 want you to believe that
diet beer will make you cool, and girls will like that.  If you buy my
product, you'll be more attractive, and girls will fall all over you, when
really it's as simple as asking her.  Not 'can I buy you a drink?' but
whats she likes.  What you can do to make her happy."

   "Sounds like the friendzone."

   "Ha!  Yeah, that's another one.  A lie, only this one's from guys that
have girlfriends."

   "You do."

   "I did." In high school, "But, I guess that relationship ran it's
course, and.  That's, huh!  Okay, but you're not going to die if you don't
get laid, all right?  You came to me, to find out how I did it?  Well, take
it from me, or don't, but the answer is I didn't.  I didn't seduce her, she
was my friend, first.  Look, you like football, right?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Well, girls aren't like.  The endzone?  Yeah, their legs aren't like
the goalposts up there, they're people.  Real people, with real desires,
expectations, and goals of their own.  They want intimacy, and affection,
all right?  But that's not all they want, and if they can't get anything
out of the relationship but sex, then it's not really a relationship.  If
you just want sex, you might want to try talking to sluts instead of making
fun of them for it.  I've heard you talk, and you're full of shit.  If you
knew the first thing about girls, you'd know that coming on so strong, then
calling them slut when they don't like it is a turnoff, and they talk to
eachother.  About you, because you're the biggest dick on the block.  I
know, because I hung out with Tris, and her friends.  I listened to them,
and I actually remember what they said, because I payed attention."

   "They really talk about me?"

   "Yeah, but again it's What they say that you missed.  It's not about
you! They know, hell I never even had you in gym class, and I heard.  You
got a big dick, so?  That's not enough, and the consensus is that's all you
are.  A prick, because well.  The joke is it getting hard all the time
makes the blood rush out of your head.  Hey, you asked.  If you don't like
the answer, fine, but there's my ride."

   I gave him a lot to think about.  It's up to him to do something with
it. Maybe if he gets some, he'll stop pushing me around, and talking over
women, at least.

   "Huh, who's this?"

   "The fuck're you?"

   "Roy," I offered my hand.  She didn't take it, but held the seat, so I
got in back.

   "She's Julia."

   "Oh," I nodded, "This'll be fun!"

   "What's that supposed to mean?  You know, your little brother's a real
mouthy little brat."

   "You would know."

   "Julie!  Stop.  I know you're upset, but you want a ride, or not?"

   "As if I have a choice."

   "Then get in the car, and stop fighting with everyone."

   "All right," she threw her backpack in next to me.  "Dad."

   "Uh!" I rolled my eyes.  "She's not my sister, I'm her ex.  Boyfriend."

   "She talk about me behind my back?"

   "Really?" She turned around.  "Seriously.  You just literally talked
about me, literally behind my back.  Like I wasn't hear, again!"

   "She hates that."

   "Yeah."

   "You're a sadist." I could tell.

   "Well, you're..." Suspected, but;

   "JULIE!  If you're going to act like a petulant little girl to cover up
your feelings fine.  I can pull over, right now, to let you walk."

   "MH!" She just crossed her arms, and pouted.

   "Huh!  For your information, she didn't talk about you." I know how to
handle a Sadist: "She cried, because you bullied her.  I asked her what was
wrong, so she told me.  That's it; 'there's this girl at my school, and she
makes me so mad'!"

   "Really?"

   "Yeah," she turned back.  "You really hurt my feelings." Of course, so
does 'tris.

   "Well," she lied, "I'm sorry."

   "Huh!  Thanks.  For apologizing." Even if she didn't mean it.

   "You're welcome."

   "So," he turned back at the light, "You want to go home, or you gonna be
cool?"

   Still sulking, at least she was quiet.  If not thoughtful, I thought
that Power Asserter was tough to talk some sense into, but this.

   "Fascinating." She, Julia.  She's a person, with hopes, dreams, desires,
and goals of her own.  However, in addition to that, she's also a bit of a
puzzle.  I only have a few of the pieces, but also a Beauty Queen,
Narcissist, and Emotional Abuser.  Got that part, over a decade of living
with one, so I can take it.  A couple years of going out with another, and
yeah.

   I feel better about that, running it's course.  My relationship with
Tris, we ran out of things to learn from each other, and now it was time to
move on.

   "You smoke?" He lit a joint.  On the Beltline, and passed it back.

   "Don't mind if I do," I took a hit and held it.  Out to her, she looked
at it like a cockroach.  "Nkh!"

   "Huh!" she rolled her eyes, but took a hit, and passed it up to Tris.

   Good, looked like she was starting to loosen up a little, at least.

   "Huhhhhh!"

   ;

   Julienne

   "Julie Anne?"

   "No, Julienne, like the fries?"

   "Well, nice to meet you, Julienne."

   I'm still realing, from the revelation.  But he got it right, the second
try.

   "My mom's, well a private chef, I guess.  Not like in a restaurant, but.
She didn't want to call me Julia Child Newton, but yeah.  So, she named me,
Julienne."

   "Fascinating." He smiled.  Honestly, he wasn't just saying that, I could
tell.  "You like cooking, too?"

   "Not really."

   "What do you like?"

   "I don't know, cheering?"

   "What about it?"

   "Well, it's like.  Sports?  Yeah, sports.  I like all the athleticism,
but there's not a whole lot of sports for girls, so." I shrugged, "I guess,
it's like.  The best of both worlds?"

   "Mhm?" He nodded.

   "Yeah, I get to watch the game, but also we get to perform, and. 
Compete, we're doing pretty good this year, so we might get to go to
state."

   "But it's not about winning for you?"

   "How'd you know that?"

   "I can see it in your face?' He nodded, "You have a very expressive
face, so it shows what you're feeling.  For instance when you said Compete.
You're more excited about Performing, then you relaxed when you said that.
So, it's like, 'And compete, I guess'." He shrugged, "Only you didn't have
to say it, because you evoked it."

   "Yeah!" I nodded, "You're a good listener, you know that?"

   "Yeah," he nodded, "I heard."

   "Yeah so.  Anyway, since I was in gymnastics, when I was little as soon
as I outgrew it, I decided the next logical step was cheering."

   "Like Eliza Dushku in Bring it On."

   "Uh!" I shook my head, "You saw that?"

   "Well, yeah.  One of my favorite movies."

   "Why?"

   "I don't know.  I didn't think I would.  Like it at first, but Tris
showed me it, because she knew I liked her."

   "Kirsten Dunst?"

   "No, Eliza Dushku.  From Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"

   "Uh, you like that?"

   "Yeah, it's really a rather cleverly written show.  The movie was pretty
good too, but it kinda got messed up by executive meddling and.  Huh, all
right.  i'll stop."

   "What?"

   "i can tell you're not really interested, and obviously never seen it,
so let's go back to Bring it On?"

   "Okay," I know that one.

   "Well, anyway on the surface it's about competition, but the ending
really surprised me by breaking the mold of the typical competition movie."

   "Oh, you mean the twist where the Clovers win?"

   "Right, exactly.  Instead of the predictable white girls who have
everything already winning again, because it's expected of them, the
Compton girls won, because they deserved, and earned it.  They never would
have gotten the chance if both teams hadn't swallowed their pride.  So
really they set it up as early as the second act, or the beginning of the
third when Torrance offered to pay their way into the competition, but Isis
almost let their rivalry get in the way of actually showing up to compete
in the first place.  So, they had to settle their differences, and actually
cooperate to compete at the end.  In the end, it wasn't just a Cheerleader
movie, it was also a social commentary on privilege, and racial inequality,
which is why Isis originally took it as pity, and charity."

   "Wow," I shook my head, "I somehow missed all that."

   He nodded, "The other movies weren't that good."

   "You know," I have to admit, "You're really pretty cool." And even kind
of cute.  For a middle school boy.

   "Thanks!"

   ;

   Roy

   "Folks out of town again?"

   "Yeah, DC."

   She told me, "They have the money, so that's how the spend it.  Flying
out for the weekend, to party with their friends."

   "So," Drake opened the bar, "I have the house, to party with my
friends."

   "I don't drink." I held up my hand.  Especially, high, I tried that. 
Once, learned I had a bad interaction with pot, and ethanol.  Once was
enough.

   "Suit yourself," he poured a shot, broke out an ice-tray, and swirled a
couple cubes around in the glass.  "Get you something, honey?"

   "Dark and Stormy?" She grinned, and nodded.  So, he popped open a ginger
beer.

   "Uh!" Julie's scoff.  "I'll have one too?"

   "Two dark, and stormies," he got out a lime, "Coming up." Cut it in
half.

   Kind of cute, really.  Julie's scoffs, okay she's one of those girls. 
Takes all kinds, yeah she's mean, sarcastic, shallow, and angsty, but I
like that.  It doesn't hurt that she kinda reminds me of a young Olivia
Newton John, and I grew up with her.  Movies, Grease, and Xanadu is my
favorite.

   So, we started talking, and they're drinking, I had some soda, but all
they had was Canada Dry, and I guess that was some pretty powerful pot,
because I forget most of what we said.  It was a lot of fun, we all
laughed, and even Julie loosened up a little.  Smiled a lot more, I mean
she's pretty enough without it, but when she smiles she's even prettier,
and then I forgot who said it first, but we played Truth or dare.

   I always pick "Truth" first, so I have the option to switch to Dare
later.

   Depends on the question.  "Are you, straight?"

   I shrugged, "Nope." She knew that.

   "Fag." He laughed, but it wasn't cruel, just a joke.  We all laughed.

   "No, guess again, but when it's your turn.  This ain't 20 questions, so.
Drake, are you?"

   "What?"

   "No wait," shake my head, "Truth or dare."

   "Dare."

   "Okay," avoiding the question, "Um, I suck at these, let me think."
Better at questions, especially when I don't know him good enough to think
of a good dare.  Because I don't know what'd be gross, or scandalous, or
shameful to him.  I mean, he is going out with B, so.

   "Do dee doo do, do dee do..." She sang the Jeopardy song, or at least
scatted the melody.  It's not really a song, but damnit, it's harder to
focus whenever I'm this stoned, and I never felt so stoned in my whole
entire life, so "I'm drawing a blank."

   "So, truth?"

   "Yeah, but he's forfeit, because he couldn't think of a dare, so." She
grinned, "Julie." Evily, "Why don't you ask him one?"

   "You ever kissed another guy?" No hesitation.  Pulled that trigger like
she'd been holding it.  I just nodded, grinning.  It's not like 20
questions, but I don't mind that one.  But she turned.  "Not him." To
Drake. "You, it's your turn."

   "Me?" He looked around.

   "Well, that's the general usage of that pronoun," I grinned, "You been
smokin the devil's lettuce?" We all laughed but he did, nervously.

   "Nhehah, no."

   "No, you're not high, or no you never kissed a boy?"

   "Well, I'm not high enough, but no.  I never kissed a guy.  I mean yeah
my dad, but that doesn't count, does it?"

   Okay, I don't know if you got to be gay, or bi, but.  I'd kiss the hell
out of Drake, if he let me.  Not like I dreamed about it, gasping
desperately at night, clutching clichely at my heart, but he's a good
looking guy.  When I'm not high, and now he's looking damned fine all
blushing, and grinning cockeyed.  Rolling another one, "Not high enough,
anyways." He looked up, "Oh wait, is it my turn, to ask somebody?"

   "Yeah, we going around, or ask when we answer, or do a dare?"

   "When we do a dare."

   "Yeah, that's how it's been going, so it wouldn't be fair to change it
halfway through a round."

   "Speaking of which." H held it up, and showed it around.  He rolls
really good joints, this one was thick, but twisted almost to a point, with
a little frill of loose paper.

   "Nkh!" Like a foreskin.  "HihehaHA!"

   "What?"

   "Nothing, just thought of a good one.  When it's my turn."

   "Well, you went last, so." He looked around, "Julie." Grinned, pretty
wickedly himself.  I like his, I don't know, it's almost a sneer, but
still, really charming.

   "What?"

   "Truth or dare?"

   "Truth," she nodded.  Well, maybe she's like.  Just impulsive?  She sure
doesn't hesitate, in this game anyway.

   "You think he's cute?" He chucked his head at me.

   "I don't know." She didn't look.  Grinned at him.  "Maybe a little."

   "You have to look at him."

   "Uh uh uh, that's a dare!" She shook her head.

   "You're lying." He grinned, and the wink just lifted his sneer higher.
"I can tell."

   "Okay, dare then."

   "Well you have to kiss him."

   !  I couldn't stop grinning, even before.

   "Uh!"

   "You lied, so you have to do the dare."

   I just closed my eyes...

   She just pecked me, real quick, but I wasn't expecting much more.

   "Okay, my turn."

   "No fair, you just went!"

   "Your rules, now I get to go again.  Bea, Truth or Dare."

   "Truth."

   "Are you bi?"

   "No.  Roy?"

   "Truth." We played this all the time.

   "You think she's pretty?"

   Lightning round!

   "No." Fortunately, I already had an answer prepared.

   "Uh?"

   She looked at me.

   "I think You are the most gorgeous creature i have ever seen.  Ever
since i've layed eyes on You, i've wanted nothing more than to fall at Your
feet, worship You, and do everything in my power to make You happy for the
rest of my life so that i can die knowing i made my life complete."

   ...

   "Really?"

   "No," I laughed, "But I had you going for a minute there.  So, dare?"

   "Yeah, now kiss Drake."

   "Okay."

   ;

   {This is what i started this morning before i got Triggered.  Sorry? 
Also, I have he Wonder Woman OST running in the background.  In case you're
wondering.  Sorry for the delay, folks.}

   ;

   Julienne

   I was used to his shit, by now.  Drake, I mean.  He gets the most potent
weed, but we just broke up after over a year together.  So, I guess my
tolerance went down a little, and we did kind of box the whole den.  So
anyway, I got so stoned, really very stoned, and I knew what she was doing.

   Beatris, it was all her idea.  Of course, playing "Truth or Dare, It'll
be fun!" She plays to win, don't ask me how you win Truth or Dare, but she
was real good at it.  I underestimated her, but I was so stoned, that even
though I got the feeling that it was more like Simon Says, I couldn't stop
her.

   She's a Dominatrix, she told me that, and that's how I lost my man.  I
thought Bitch was an insult, but not to her.  Well, that backfired!  How
was I supposed to know that getting him to call her a bitch would lead her
right out of my arms, and into her's?  How could I be so stupid?  Of course
he likes it, bitches like me, and that's why I dated him, instead of the
quarterback, or one of the basketball players.  It isn't because he's
white, I don't care about that, or even his big dick.  I do care about
that, size isn't everything, but let me tell you, that was something!

   "Kiss her."

   ^See!?  That's how she "Plays" Truth or Dare.  Even when it isn't her
turn, this is her game, and she's winning.  As long as I'm not losing, he
got up, behind me, and I even shivered a little.  From my ponytail, on the
left side brushing my shoulder when he pulled it out of the way, and I felt
his breath on my neck.  'HhHhuh.'

   I looked at him, Drake.

   "Nhm!" Until I couldn't keep my eyes open.

   "Smq!"

   I just kissed him, like.  I don't know, how long ago, but I didn't kiss
him like this.

   "Mh!" My neck just went weak, I had no idea he could kiss like that.  I
mean, not like I ever thought about him.  He's not even a freshman, he's in
middleschool, and I never met him before today, and "Uhhh!  Where did you
ever learn to kiss like that?"

   "From her."

   She smiled, over at me.  Across the den from his father's recliner.  His
lap, she just nodded, then Roy came around, and.

   We stopped playing.  Truth or dare.

   "Can I kiss your feet?" He kneeled at them.

   "Hihihn!  You want to?"

   "No." he tugged at my laces, "But what i want isn't important.  What do
You want, from me?"

   "Umh?" I can't think, "Yeah." So, I wiggled my toes, "I could use a
footrub.  They're tired, from practice."

   "Smooq!" He just nodded, rolling down the top of my sock to kiss my
ankle, and pulling open the laces, to loosen them "As you wish."

   He lied, or said he lied.  Maybe he exaggerated a little, I don't know,
but I believed him.  When he said he would worship the ground I walked on,
maybe not forever, but right now, I didn't care.

   "You have the most beautiful feet." He slipped off the sock.  "And legs,
like every part of you.  Is so beautiful, I know I don't deserve this.  To
even kiss your feet."

   "It's okay, hihihn!" I can get used to this, "Go ahead.  Hmmmn!" I
licked my lips, but he didn't.  Just kiss it.  He rubbed it too, I did say
foot rub, and he's really good at it.  Too.  "No." I pushed his forehead.
"You're right, you don't deserve to kiss my feet."

   "Of course," he looked down, and nodded.  Acted ashamed, but he couldn't
keep a straight face.  He's acting, playing a part, but I put my other leg
up.  Crossed them, but held out my other sneaker.  "You can rub them,
though."

   "As you wish." he started unlacing them, and I just closed my eyes. 
Felt the nice fuzzy smoke, swirl slowly in my head, and smelt it.  Hanging
in the air, imagined it like.  Well, a ceiling fan, I guess.  Just turning
slowly, enough to catch the smoke, and stir it.  Lazily, twirling, and
mixing with out breath.  "Hhhhhhuh!" He's really very good at this.  Foot
rubs, so I just enjoyed it.

   Yeah, I could get used to this.

   ;

   Ringer

   Pay attention, this is important.

   You want to know my secret?  ^there it is.

   I pay attention.  It's not how I kiss, for instance.  I couldn't even
see her face, bent over the back of the couch, I could see her neck as soon
as I brushed her hair out of the way, and it made her shiver.  Her had to
fall back, eyes closed, and moan.

   "Well," I kissed her knee, "You said," above it, "I couldn't," lifted it
off the other, "Kiss your feet."

   Held them together, her knees so I could go back and forth.  Like the
Land o' Lakes lady, when we cut off the box, and folded it up, so they
looked like breasts.

   "If you don't mind."

   "No," and look at her face.  "Go on..." Her eyes, switching to the
doorway.

   I missed it too, I was busy, but felt up her smooth shins, and around to
grope her strong calves.

   Drake came back, with a rope.  Didn't say a word, she didn't have to, he
knew wat to do.

   You ever play bridge?  She smiled, and let her hair sink back to the
braids again.  Sucking in her lip, eyes fluttering shut, and the front of
her uniform rising with an expectant breath.

   "Hhuhhhh!" I breathed out with her.  Between her legs, so it slipped
under the pleated hem of her skirt, and now even her lap was red hot. 
Flushed as a sun burn, smooth shaved, or waxed.  Maybe even neet, or nair,
oesn't really matter, but devoid of even stubble.

   "Smooch!"

   "Hhuh!"

   She's shallow, but I'm not here to shame her.

   "On your knees." Behind me.

   I'm getting to know her, I have to, if I'm going to please her, but
that's how we won.  The game, we cheated.  Didn't even have to plan it, I
didn't know she would be there when he picked me up.  I'd be coming here,
to teach them this.

   "If I may," rubbing up the outside of ther lap, "Be so bold as to
venture higher?" To the hem of her skirt.  Well, practically a dress,
chearleader uniform, it's all one peice, or the top is sewn into the
bottom, but you know what I mean.

   "Yes, please."

   "As you wish." ~Westley, of course.  I'm a romantic.  "Hhuh, smook!  You
have such beautiful legs." She knows that, "Too.  Every bit as perfect, and
lovely as the rest of you."

   She's shallow, so it doesn't go without saying.  She can't see herself,
all the time, so she has to go off of other people's reactions.  I really
like her face, it's so expressive, but she's a performer.  Subconsciously
the type to make a face.  For the camera, in a selfy, and sure it's vain,
but it tells me something about her.  Not even as much as the expressions
on her face, but makeup can't hide it, not now that the real flush has
spread down past the foundation, her neck, and under her uniform until I
can feel it radiating up from her lap.

   "Snhhhhh!" And smell it, "You even smell beautiful.  Smh, slah!  Taste,
delicious.  The salt of your sweat."

   "Oh, god!" she giggled, "You're good at this!" She looked up.  Frowned,
puzzled, and snapped out of it.  Her thighs even tensed, squeezing her
knees together from what she saw behind me.

   "Julienne?"

   "Hm?"

   "May I come up, to the couch with you?"

   "Yes, of course."

   Next to her, so I can see what i'm missing behind me.  Oh.

   "Why is she tied up?"

   "If I may." She looked over, and nodded.  "They're playing Trust.  You
see that the rope is around her wrists, but it's also a leash." She nodded.
"She can't use her hands." I slipped the ruffles back up her thighs, "So,
he has to use his."

   "Oh."

   "Can I touch you?"

   "Oh god, stop asking!  Yes, touch me.  God, touch me now!"

   "As you wish." I grinned.

   Like the lining.  It's not underwear, it's all 1 peice.  So, you don't
have to worry about it slipping out of place, when the skirt flaps up in a
jump or whatever.  It's athletic, not a costume, but a uniform.  For
cheering, not really all that great to make out in.

   "Nhm!" she nodded, looked down, and moved, but her legs wide open, and
the lining hot against my hand.  "Let's see," she grinned, touching me. 
"What we got here."

   Just a hand job.  Drake, I mean, but I'd never seen his before.

   "You looking at his dick?"

   "No."

   "Sh.  You don't have to say it."

   He shook his head, closed his eyes.

   "Look at it."

   Hard, in her fingers.  Pulling it out, and the skin tight to bunch
around the end.

   "Yeah, look at his little dick, isn't it cute?"

   She's not humiliating me.  We're still friends, the best of friends, so
she told me about it.  She's humiliating him, because he likes it.

   "Look at me." She felt my neck, my face, and turned me.  Jealously. 
Turned her head, and slipped the ball of her thumb across my lips.  I
kissed it, quick before she got away, but she tilted her head.  Sideways,
and closed her eyes.

   I didn't ask, if she wanted me to kiss her.  I did't have to, she didn't
tell me out loud to, just smiled, and let them part.  My tonue in to feel
her perfect bleeached white teeth.  Then her tongue slipping out to push
mine back.

   We teamed up on her.  Just from the way he played, i suspect he was in
on it too.  That's how we won.

   ;

   Lady Midnight {L.  Cohen (Songs from a Room) fs, plural, doM}

   "What's he doing in here!?" After practice, the coach was in with the
team.  Being a man, he was in with the players instead of the cheerleaders,
so we have our lockeroom to ourselves.

   "Whatever we want?"

   Right after practice.

   "Isn't that right, big boy?" The giggled, but he nodded.  Lips tight,
already blushing in shame, but hard.  "Yeah," I rubbed it in, "That's a
good sex slave."

   "Hihihn!  Sex slave?"

   "Really!?"

   "Yeah, he'll do whatever I say.  But I don't mind sharing, if you want.
To share?" I looked around, but they were all looking down.  At his cup,
which was out of place.  Trying to contain the obvious hard bulge within,
and utterly failing.  "So, what do you say, you want to see it?"

   "Yeah,"

   "Oh yeah!"

   "Count me out." A lot of girls headed around the lockers.  To get
undressed, change if they have to, before long I heard the showers, but it
was already getting hot and steamy in there.  "First, we have to get all
this off.  You want to give me a hand?"

   "Yeah,"

   "Oh yeah."

   Some of them were jealous, but why shouldn't they be?  I had the best
guy in school, and even if he wasn't the biggest, the strongest, he wa
actually one of the smartest.  Smart enough to know when to keep his mouth
shut at least, but we helped him out of the jersey, and he took off the
shoulder pads.  While the girls got down, squatting in their uniforms to
pull down the tight shorts over his jock strap.

   "There," I dropped the cup out, and it rattled on the painted concrete
floor.  "What do you think?"

   "It's huge!" the giggled, wide eyed, and looked at eachother.  Grinning
excitedly, and nodding.  "Hihihn!"

   "Can we touch it?"

   "Yeah, it's big and hard.  You can touch it all you want, let's see how
many hands we can wrap around it."

   "Hihihn!" they pulled, one by one, so their hands slipped off.  Only for
another to grab it, pull it and slip off, over and over.  One after
another, making his balls bounce, and swing.  Then more fingers reaching in
between his legs, to fondle them with their fingers too.  And squeeze his
butt, his biceps, and pet the thick slab of muscle on his chest.

   I stood up, on my tiptoes, and pulled myself against him by the neck. 
Kissed him, and looked him in the eyes.  "Happy birthday."

   "Huh?" I woke up.  "Hihn!" It was a dream, but not just a dream.  I
rubbed my face, but it was still hot.  Not just in my dream, but then I
remembered.  Last night, or tonight, I just had 1 drink, but then we got so
stoned, and started fucking around, only this time.

   It wasn't Drake.

   "Huh!" Lying next to me.  In his bed, he was in his folk's bed, with
Her. "Mlak!" He smacked his lips in the dark.

   "Did I wake you?"

   "It's all right," he turned over.  Felt my arm, then my shoulder and
neck.  My face, and I puckered my lips on the ball ov his thumb.  Felt the
fingerprints, rough on the wrincles on my lips, but they felt hot, and
puffy.  Against his, coming open so I could lick deep inside his mouth, and
feel all around in there.  "Snh!"

   "Huh!" He was hard, so I felt up to his hip, and pushed it over. 
"Well," I put my leg over them, "As long as you're up." And climbed on.

   He's not a big guy, but you know what?  I tried that, Drakes' not huge,
but still.  I don't know what average is, I can't say I was ever really a
slut, and most of the ones I have seen were from porn, so that's not a good
yardstick, either.

   "Huh!" I sank down, and let go.  To feel my nuckles back through his
pubes, and up his tummy.  "Hm." Just scooched around, and got settled. 
Used to him inside me, but I was right.  "I could get used to this." I felt
over his chin.  "Sh!" Held his mouth.  "Quiet, you want them to hear you?"
I shook his head.  "My dad to catch you, fucking me, like this?"

   You know what?  It takes too fucking long.  I mean, if you just want a
quicky or whatever, I can take it, but a giant fuling thing like that just
takes too fucking long to get used to, when he's got a more reasonable
sized, "Little dick.  Uh, huh!  Don't touch me." I grabbed his arms.  Off
my chest, "You don't desrve it yet, after the way you looked at him. 
Faggot, huh!  Don't cum.  Don't you dare fucking cum before me, huh, yeah!"

   He is.  Gay, I know.  Surprised me too, hinted all about it in the 20
questions, but that's really a big part of it, I think.

   He makes me feel so sexy.  Not just pretty, but even Drake didn't make
me feel like this with every look.  Everything he said, and didn't say. 
Every little touch, and kiss.  On my shoulder, my neck, my feet, my knees.
my legs, and between them.  "Uh, huh!" He fell out, and I let his hands go
to hold his head.  Climbing up to straddle it on the pillow, run my fingers
through my hair, and I didn't even have to say it.

   Eat me.  "Huh, yeah!" Eat that pussy, "Huh, fuck yeah!" Faggot.  He
doesn't mind, he likes it just when I call him that.  Or stuff like that in
a scene.  I don't mean anything bi it, I'm not homophobic, at all, but he
eats pussy like a girl.  "Huh, yeah, deeper." Wiggiling it wetly in my
pussy, "Huh, deeper, faster," bumping his nose in against me so it shocks
my clit, slipping over the little crease in his lip as if that's what it's
there for.  And who m I to say it is?  Either or, it does the job, slipping
the skin back and forth over the fold, to bang against his nose agin, and
agin, "Faster, faster!" wile his tongue wiggles, and squirms in my hot wet
twat.  "Ahn, nhH!" Nodding to myself, "Closh, snh!  Sh, closerh!  HhuhHUH!
Fugh!" I fell off.  "HuhHhHhH!"

   God, he's good at that!

   {I hope you don't mind, me skipping a lot of the dialog leading up to
that?  There really is a lot of talking, so I just cut it down to The Good
Parts.}

   ;

   "Anne" {Fbs, plural.  Also Bf Exhib/voye, Bukk...}

   "Oh, fuck!" They put them away, or started trying to cover up.

   "It's okay, guys." He came around, behind me.  "This is Anne."

   Short for Julie Anne, but that's not what's important.

   "You like her?"

   "Yeah!" The guys, around the Circle Jerk.

   "She's even better than Queen B."

   That's what it's about.  The A, on the front of my jersey.  With little
wings, for the Brentwood Angels, my Squad.

   "Yeah, her tits aren't too big."

   "HhHhH!" I even shivered a little, at all the attention, but I wasn't
cold.  Not at all, in fact I was really getting very hot.

   "Want to see them?"

   "Yeah!" they put away the magazines.  The porn, they won't need it.  I
don't need the uniform any more, now that they got the picture.

   The scarlet letter, with the wings on the front.  That's not what it
stands for, either.  Adultery?  No.

   Alfemale.

   Unzipped, he slipped it off of my shoulders, but I felt up.

   "You can look, but you can't touch." I covered myself.  Teasing them, I
squeezed my tits through the hot white polyester.  "Me, but, you can touch
yourselves." I looked down, and their hard little dicks.  "It you don't
want to touch eachother." They shook their heads.  "It's not gay, if you
don't look."

   They can look at me, instead.

   "HhHhH!" Burning up, I let the hot thick fabric slip down.  Lower, and
lower, felt the familiar embroidery, the machine stitches to let the logo
stand out.  Puff between my modest bust.  I've got nothing to be ashamed
of, and she even told me about it.  Too, it's not all fun and games, having
big bobs like that.  Having to wear a bra, and they're already starting to
sag.  At 14, in 9th grade, and it'll be all down hill from there.  The
sweat under them, sticking to her ribs, then back problems, not to mention
all the stares.  From guys, even when he doesn't want them.  they're like
an invitation to stare, instead of look her in the eye, and talk to her. 
Instead of her tits.

   "Yeah," I let go, and shook them a little.  "You like tits, don't you?"

   "Yeah, you've got the best titties!"

   "Yeah, there so perky."

   "And hot,"

   "And sexy."

   "Hmh, yeah!"

   I shook my hips, when the zipper caught on them, and scratched my
buttocks a little, but I was about to start dripping.  Any minute, and I
crossed my hands.  In front, over my fresh waxed pubeless pussy.  To tease
them, too, but I'm so hot, and swollen, I can feel my clit bulge in my
palm. Slipping in the sweat, really running down my tummy, and check if
it's starting to leak out the bottom, too.

   "Here's the rules."

   He tells them about it, sex.  He likes to talk about it, lecture like a
professor, and if I didn't know any better I'd think that's what he got out
of it.  This circle jerk, being the alpha to all these virgins, but it's
his closet.  So, I won't say.

   "Last one to get off wins."

   Told me about it too.  Usually the first one loses, which is usually
him. The punishment is catching, all that jizz, from all those boys.

   Right.

   "What's the prize?"

   "A surprise."

   In a word?  Me.

   They looked back at me, really starting to wet my fingers now, slipping
in and out, the ring, and pointer slipping between my pussy, and thighs, I
get to masturbate too.  To all these boys finally getting what they always
dreamed of.  Seeing me, naked, hot for them, "HhHhH!"

   The nice thing about a gangbang, any gangbang, is if you star in it,
it's all about me.

   "HhHhH!"

   "Ngh!" We have a looser!  "Uh, fuck!" Squeezing his eyes tight, and
shaking, so it drips off his knuckles, running pathetically down his
fingers.  It didn't even shoot out, and it was over quick, but.

   "Hh!" He tried to hold it, but.  "Nh!" Another one bites the dust, and
the first few drops shot out.  One even hit my shin, and ran down to my
uniform, around my ankles.  I spread them, pulled it tight, like bondage,
but not quite.

   "HhHhH!" I nodded, "Mheah!"

   "Ngh!" And another one gone.

   Another one down,

   Another one bites the dust!"

   "HhHHuhuhUH!"

   "Ah fuck!"

   Another one couldn't hold it, but all those boys, jerking off, looking
at me.

   "HAHN!" I couldn't hold it either.  "HAAAHHH!  Neah!?"

   "Huhuh!"

   "Hhuhuh!"

   Just their breathing, cute little faps, and grunts.

   "I win." He patted my back.  "Get down."

   I practically fell.  Over, on my hands, and knees, so he could get
behind me.  And fuck me, right in front of them.

   "Finally!"

   In the dirt, and the gritty little spots of mud.

   From their cum.

   All their cum.

   All for me.

   ;

   Cuck {Queen - The Game (Self Titled) M Mono Nerd Talk}

   "Alphie." That's about the time we started calling her that.  "What's
that short for?"

   Well, actually.  She's a Narcissist.  Nothing wrong with that, before
you start thinking about shaming a girl for having her way, let me have
mine.

   I get to have my way with words.

   Doesn't matter if it's Anal, Female.  Anne Alphie, Male.  What it really
means is her identity:

   An Alfemale.

   See what I did there?  Just helped her out, she needed it, because on
her own, she let her sexuality become a delusion.

   Narcissism isn't a delusion if she is actually that awesome.  Beautiful,
athletic, self assured, and independent.  None of those are bad things, but
when a girl does it, she threatens men.  Most of them aren't submissive,
and obedient enough to go along with it, so she got lucky, however if it's
subconscious they tend to act out, rather than hide it.

   This is what psychiatrists like to call "Histrionic." Or if you prefer,
Hystrionic?  See what he did there?  Freud, and all the men who followed
after, codified what's normal, and abnormal.  Oedopus Complex?  Normal. 
Phallic Symbolism?

   Penis Envy.  That's what he called it, because obviously a girl who
wants to express herself, and be the center of attention, doesn't know her
place, and only envies men for having the D.  It's all about the D, and if
you want to see his credentials, he'd be perfectly happy to flop it out
with a Ruler.

   So yeah, it is a delusion.  A mass delusion caused by letting a man with
so many sexual hangups he defined himself, "Something taller than it is
wide, and annoys my mother," as a Phallic Symbol.  Sigmond Freud told
everyone what was normal and abnormal sexuality, so now the whole world
thinks that having the hots for your mom is cool, but a woman who wants to
have just a little power in bed is just jealous, because she was born
without a penis.  Read it, says it right there, in Black and White.

   She's a Queen.  Not a size queen, a drag queen, a Killer Queen, just a
queen.  A power-piece, of ass.  Even bent over in the dirt, scooping up the
gritty clumps to rub it all over her face, because it's not what it looks
like.  It's never what it looks like, that's the secret to Life, the
Universe, and Everything:

   Ask, don't assume.  You catch a football player, a linebacker strapped
to the legs underneath the bleachers getting whipped by a freshman in a
borrowed cheerleader outfit, what does that mean?  None of your damned
business, whether he's wearing the cheerleader uniform, and wig because
he's a transvestite, they just finished the annual Powderpuff game before
Homecumming, or she made him do it.  Because he looks cute in the pleated
skirt with his hardon trapped in the lining between his thick hairy legs,
We know what it's all about, because we talked about it.

   That's the difference between BDSM and Sexual Abuse, we talk about it
first.  For hours, usually longer than the scene itself, because it takes a
lot of negotiating to make sure Everyone has their fantasy satisfied.

   So, it doesn't even matter to the audience why they get to see a
cheerleader in pads tie up a linebacker in a skirt under the bleachers, as
long as it's sexy enough for them to cheer it on, then degenerated to an
orgy.  Not for the other Cheerleaders, nor for the other players on the
Football team, and if you want to chalk them all being in drag to the
Powderpuff game that night, go right ahead.

   Because if you asked every single one of them why they wanted to see
that, you'd get 50 different answers.

   As for how a self confessed gay man can fuck 2 girls, in the same night?
None of your damned business, let me keep a few of my secrets to myself.

   I will point out that I got what I wanted.  That first night, the night
I met my Queen, and made me Her's?

   I got Drake.  Bent over, hogtied, his nuts in rubberbands holding his
still dripping softy bound around it like a curly Q.

   Right up the ass, not because he's gay, but because he isn't.  If you
can't understand that, then fine.

   You don't have to.

   .

   Mic hits the stage.

   .

   "I'm out."

   .
   {To be continued, in Tyed Games (Bond)}