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 I'll make this quick, but there's a right way, and a wrong way to do this:

   ;

   Alphy {ff IR/ff Flashback.  MB Porn}

   "Hey, Dina." She stopped, "Wait up?" Looked back, an Angel not a Clover,
but I picked her for a few reasons.

   "Wha'zup?" Not because she's black, but.  Because of that, there were a
few things about her.  Body, or more specifically a couple, in particular.

   "I was thinking," I walked next to her, "You remember the party after
the game at Capital?" Big win.

   "Yeh?"

   "Yeah, well.  You know, we got pretty drunk, and rowdy, and some of the
girls, said some things."

   "Yeah, I member."

   "Well, I maybe.  Well, i wasn't lying, I just, had a little trouble. 
Thinking about it at the time, but then I got home, and sobered up, and
ever since then I can't help thinking about.  It."

   The other thing is, I don't believe she is truly.  "You skrate?"

   "I don't know any more.  Huh!  Well, you see there was this one girl,
and we fooled around this weekend, a little, but mostly we just swapped
boyfriends."

   "So you a swinga now."

   "Yeah, at least.  So anyway, Drake's with her, and I'm going out with
her ex, but he's in.  Well." I blushed, "He goes to another school, and. 
You know.  He's.  A boy."

   "So now you bi curius, isatit?"

   "Yeah, something like that.  Huh!  But really, we.  What we're really
getting into is Bondage." Might as well go for broke.  "Oh, and we need
another uniform for a scene, so if you don't mind me asking, what size are
you?"

   "Oh," she laughed, "Izat what it is?  Fowaminit ther, i thought. 
You'was, nevamind."

   Hitting on her?  "Yeah."

   "Wel'like." She shifted her bra in her hands, "You mean dat freshman
girl, whater name?"

   "B.  Yeah."

   "Well, Ima 33D, if she wanna borra my old uniform, I ain't werinit no
more, so yeh.  She ken haveit."

   "That's a little to big, but I guess we can take it in, or whaever."

   "Yeh, from last ye'ah?  I outgrowed it."

   "Oh yeah, that'd be perfect."

   "Aright, here my ride."

   "Mind if I come over, hang out?"

   "Nah, cummon."

   ;

   {They're not going to talk about it, in front of anyone, so skip ahead
to the next conversation.}

   ;

   Sadina {ff...}

   "So," I was thinking, "What kinda scene you talkin bout?"

   "Well, you know, 2 guys, two girls..." She got out her phone, "I can
show you."

   "Aright." I locked the door.

   "You get your own room?"

   "Uh huh," she set right down, "No sista." right next to me.

   "You know, this is a," she lean over, 'sex scene.' Whisper.

   'yeh.' I grin, 'bondage.' She say.

   "Okay, just a trigger warning, they get pretty rough."

   "Aright," shrug, "I can takit." I never seen nothing like that, not 4
real.  I mean with somebody I know, but it her phone.  So, she took them,
pictures.

   "They gay?" I know Drake though.

   "Oh, no.  He isn't." She pointed.  "He is, though."

   I tilted my head, "Really.  Why he.  Bent ova fo, den?"

   "Why do you think?" She swiped to the next one.

   "Ha hah!" i better lower my voice, 'that ain't gay?'

   "Well, like I said.  It is for him, and it isn't.  For Drake."

   "Gettin' fucked." Mhm?  "What it is, then?"

   "Humiliation, mostly.  This next one's video." Look like the same
picture, cept the little player symbol in the middle.  She hit it.

   "Yeah, you like that faggot?"

   "Ngh, yeah!"

   "Yeah!" she hit him, "Fuck him, yeah!" Spank him, into him.

   "NGHAUUUH!" I never hearda man, make a sound likeat!

   "Hahah!" think you know sumun!  "Now that what I'm talking 'bout!" Hard
2 b'lieve that Drake!

   "You like it?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Yeah, me too."

   "That hot as fuck!"

   "You hot?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Yeah, you are." she touch my leg, "You so hot and sexy."

   "Yeah?"

   "Mhm?" she kiss me.

   It aint like I never.  Well, you know what she say, about that party. 
Yeah, we got drunk, and wild, and I like it.  I didn't know she into, all
that, tie me up stuff, but.  "Huh!" I wipe my mouth, "You wanna do that?"

   "Fuck?"

   "Well, not like.  Butfuckin, but.  I mean, you know.  That, Bondage."

   "Yeah."

   "With me?"

   "Yeah."

   "Thought so."

   She just aint come right out and say it, so I ask first.

   ;

   Alphy {ff Bond}

   "Well, I got to go first." I put my phone back, and got out the strap.

   "Why'sat?"

   "Because I did it before.  I know, you want to top, but first you have
to learn from the bottom, so nobody gets hurt."

   "Mhm?"

   "If you don't want to do this, just tell me."

   "No, I do.  With my man, but you right.  I better learn it with you
first."

   "Exactly.  Now, give me your hands." I ripped open the velcro, and let
it roll out.  Pinched between my fingers, the little plastic ring spun,
then dropped out.  Hanging in front of her face, she watched it.  Grinning,
I knew it.

   Or, "Actually." I'd like to think so.  "I'm going to bind you now." She
looked up.  "Do you consent?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Say it, out loud."

   "Yeah, tye me up.  Now."

   "Okay," I looped it through the buckle, "How's this, too tight?"

   "Nah, you can pull it tighter."

   "You really like this?" She shrugged.

   "Yeah, it'sall right." She took a breath, and a long blink.  "Huhhh!"
She licked her lips.  "Mh, yeh."

   "You like it."

   "Mhm?" Just like that.  She bottomed out, just like that.

   "Have you been having bondage fantasies?"

   "Mhm?  Yeah, slave fantasy."

   "Really?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Okay, this is.  Some high test shit, so I'm going to go real slow, and
if it gets too intense, say Cooties."

   "Mh hmhihehn!  Relly?"

   "Yeah, good." I patted her hair.  "Relax, say it real quick."

   "Cootie?  Ehihmhm?"

   "Yes, that's good.  Now, this is really important.  That means STOP. 
We're done, that's the safety word, to make sure you don't get hurt. 
Understand?"

   "Yeh."

   "Good, now lean over." I pulled the little red plastic teardrop out from
the back of her neck, and started zipping it down.  Her hair was in twists,
instead of braids, but also flat braided in swirls around the back of her
head, and beaded with some sort of purple yarn.  Blended together, with her
twisted black hair, then disappearing, until it was nothing but yarns
hanging down to knots with beads on the end.

   "Huh!" She sighed, and nodded.  When the clasp in the middle of her back
let go, and her big heavy Ds hung free.

   "How do you feel?" I rubbed her back, traced the lines printed it, and
followed them out, spreading the zippered back across the strap marks.

   Bondage, is it racist for black girls to dream about it?  Not my call,
not my fantasy, but speaking of which I felt up, and slipped it down over
her shoulders.

   She shrugged.  "Aite?  I don't know how to say, it feel.  I never even,
I dunno, what I thought it'd feel like, but not like this?"

   "You like it?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Let me know if the strap starts to feel too tight, now I'm going to
touch you."

   Bent over, on the side of the bed, I ran my hands back down, and rubbed
her back again.  With one hand, petting up and down her spine, I listened
to her breathe.

   Like he said, Pay Attention.

   "Mhm?"

   So deep, I felt her ribs swell.  Even spread apart a little, but almost
like she was asleep.  I would be surprised to hear her start snoring.

   "Mhhhhn!" I cupped her breast, and squeezed it.  Gently, at first, then
slowly a little harder.

   "Now, I'm going to hurt you.  A little," still petting up and down her
spine, completely relaxed, but expecting her to tense.  "Just a little
more. Tighter, and harder, until it starts to hurt.  Is it starting to
hurt?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Tell me when it starts to hurt.  Too much."

   She tensed, a little more.  And a little more, her breath stopped, mid
exhale, the she sucked in.  "SnhhH?" She held it, but nodded.  "Nhm?"

   "Is that enough?"

   "Huh!" I let go, and she just collapsed.  Went limp, and I resumed
petting her back.  Slowly, gently, barely brushing her spine with my palm,
but letting my fingertips ripple over them, and the ends of her ribs to
either side until I reached her neck.

   "You all right?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Good." I came around, switched hands, and rubbed back and forth. 
Across her shoulders, I felt underneath, and pushed the hanging cup of her
bra aside.  "Now," I felt her breast, "I'm going to do the other side,
okay?"

   "Mhm.  Do it." She took a deep breath, and held it.

   "Relax," I felt back and forth.  Shoulder to shoulder, "Try to relax,"
lower, and lower, "Let me know when it starts to hurt, too much." Tighter
and tighter, harder and harder.

   "Mh, hun?  Stahp.  Huh!"

   She relaxed.  Practically fell, limp across her lap, but brought her
bound wrists up to block her sides, protectively with her arms.

   "Good," I felt down, "Good." Petted circles around the small of her
back, and rubbed the back of her neck.  "Sit up?"

   She blinked, lopped around the room, her own room as if seeing it for
the first time, and i remembered.

   My first time, being Bound.

   "Give me your hands." I picked out the end, stuck to the wrap around her
wrists.

   "That's it?"

   "For now, let's take a break.  You thirsty?"

   "Yeah," she rubbed them.

   "Me too.  I'm going to go get some water.  Go ahead, and lay down. 
Relax."

   "Yeah," she slipped her hands out of the arms, and finished taking off
her bra.

   "I'll be right back."

   I closed the door, but she was already turning, to lay down, and roll
back.  On her bed, reaching up to pull the pillow.

   Her big heavy hot breasts spreading out to the sides.

   That's how you do it.  It's driving me nuts, but there's no other way to
find out what she wants, and how much she can take.

   ;

   D.  {Cooldown}

   Wow.  Just wow.  I squeeze my titties, and I even had them squeeze on,
even harder then that, but i never felt nothing like that my whole life,
and the bondage?

   "Yeah." I like that.

   "Here, sit up." She held it for me, and I felt her hand again.  On my
neck, my weave, holding me while I gulp.  Don't even taste it, but then.

   "Kah!" The ice rattle back in the glass.  "What is that?"

   "Ice water?" I nodded.

   "Damn, no tea o coolaid or nothin?" Shake my head, "Ever taste so fuckin
good as'at!"

   "Yeah," she rub my neck.  "How you feel?"

   "Mh," I twistit, "Hm." Till it pop, and turn it the other way.  "Huh! 
Fuck you right.  That some heavy duty shit!"

   "But you enjoyed it."

   "Mhm?" Outta Ice water, I pull up my arms, and put on my uniform, but
aint zip it up.  "I'ma go get more water."

   "Good." Left the door open, but I just filt it quick from the bathroom,
gulped it, and filled it again.  I ain't never like tap water afore, at
all, ice or no ice, but this.  I really was thirsty, and it ain't like I
skipped on gatoraid at practice, neither.  "Huh!"

   Hand it to her.  "Siph?" She scrape her lip off with her teeth.  "You
ready to talk about it?"

   "That what we do next?"

   "It helps, but I have to ask you about something, that bothered me."

   "Alright," I sat down, "Shoot." Hug her shoulder.

   "You remember at the pool?"

   "What pool?"

   "At the hotel, after the Capitol game."

   "Oh yeah.  Uh huh?"

   "Well, I couldn't help but notice you and Travis, going at it, in the
hot tub?"

   "Yeah, so?  We all got into it, I mean, not all together, but.  Well,
we's partyin, around the pool, and all fucked up, so.  It ain't like we
ain't seen eachother naked all the time.  You'n Drake did it to, right
there on the loungers."

   "Yeahbut, the way Travis did it looked kinda rough."

   "Mhm?  I like it rough.  Specialy when we been drinkin?"

   "Okay, it just.  It didn't look right, so it bothered me."

   "Don't worry bout it, it just how we do."

   "Black folk?"

   "Now I dunno bout that, but me'n Travis?  Yeh, an my folks to.  I guess
it different for white girl, but, yo momma aint hit you, right?" She shake
her head, I seen her fuck up, right there.  Her momma get mad, but if she
do, she done it in private.  "Well, my momma, smack yo mouth, you give her
lip.  How we learn, don't talk back, or she smack yo mouth."

   "So, it makes you tough too.  Like Drake, he hits like a log truck, and
takes, incredible hits on the field, so he can take a lot of punishment."

   "Mhm?" Frown.

   "What?"

   "He ain't beatin on you?"

   "Of course not!  He would never, in fact I hit him all the time.  Cause
he can take it, but he'd never hit a woman."

   "Mhm?"

   "What?"

   "That sexist."

   "Hitting women?"

   "No, not hitting women.  Why you white girl weak, cause they treat you
like a baby yo whole life, but then you grow up.  Now, I aint sayin hit a
chile, to hard, but you what, sixteen?"

   "Seventeen!  Almost eighteen?"

   "Yeah, so you almost a grown woman, you graduating?"

   "I keep my grades up, why?"

   "Well, out in the real world, mens ain't gonna protect you yo whole
life, and other mens gonna fuck witchu.  Always, they already do that, I
seen it, and you ever seen them fuck wit me?"

   "I don't think so."

   "Yeah, cause I'ma fighter.  I's raised a fighter.  You raised to get a
big boyfriend, so you don't have to fight?  Yeah, well that just work till
he leave, or you go out by youself, he ken't be there twenyfoseven?  We all
gotta learn, to fight, or when the time come, you getcho ass kick, or
worse, rape."

   "Oh."

   "Thanks." I hug her.

   "What for?"

   "Well for bein so cool 4-1, and showin me that bondage?"

   "Mhm?" White girl mhm.

   "Yeah, special fo that."

   "Your welcome.  Think you can show me how to fight?"

   "Yeah, les change first.  You gotcho school close?"

   "Yeah." I pulled out the zipper, and help her out of it.

   ;

   {Yes, that's it.  So not sorry, moving on...}

   ;

   Final {fM NS Viol}

   "Uh!" I rolled my eyes, and Roy looked back.

   "What?"

   "Nothing, why don't you go get me a sandwitch, or something." I patted
his ass when he got up.

   "Hey," he leaned over the table, "Haven't seen you around here." Put his
arm up.

   Crotch damned near eye level.  "Lucky me." Set down my drink, stood up.
"Katy?"

   "Who's Katy?"

   "You know, Katy Perry?" Threw out my cup, and turned around.  "Isn't
that who you copied that douchebang from?"

   He swept it back, tucked it behind his ear.  "I didn't copy anyone."

   "How original." I nodded.

   "Look, I don't know who you think I am, but it's not like I cruise the
campus hitting on random college girls all the time."

   "Right, so just the high school girls?"

   "What high school girls?"

   "I don't know, me?  I'm seventeen, a senior.  In high school?"

   "Then what are you doing here?" He didn't believe me.

   "Checking out the classes?  Senior, so." Waved my hand, "Looking at
colleges, like this one?  Are you extra stupid, or are all guys that dumb?"

   "Look bitch."

   No, you." I pointed, "Look." Up, 1 finger.  "Go fuck yourself, not
interested."

   He grabbed it, so.  I was already thinking about, what she taught me. 
Trying to decide, any of the many options to hurt him, I'd practice on my
man, her man, and a real man.

   Line backer, oh yeah.  "That's it," Snatch her wig?  "Yeah."

   "AHHHH!" He let go.  So, I twisted, and yanked down.  "...hhhGHN!" Broke
his nose.  "YWH BIGHS!" Standing up, I had to drop a knee, for the uppercut
he left open earlier.  "Guhn!" His knees went out.  "Uhhhhn!" He fell down,
curled up on his side.

   "Huh!" I rolled my eyes, and unzipped my purse.  "This is a citizen's
arrest." Ripped, it, and let it spin by the plastic buckle,pinched between
my finger and thumb.  "For assault on a minor.  You have the right to moan
in pain.  Give me your hand, campus security should be here any second.

   "GahHhHhN?" He wined.

   "Oh, there's my man.  With my sammech.  Good, I'm starving."

   "You all right?" He ran up.

   "Yeah, I got this?  What you get?"

   "Pimento cheese?" Cut in half to fit in the plastic triangle from a
vending machine.

   "Good, my favorite." I ripped off the plastic.  "Go get me a soda or
something to wash it down with."

   "Oh, sorry." He shook his head, "I should have thought of that."

   "Mhm!" I munched, and got the other blouser out of my purse.  For
jogging or whatever, you can strap them around your pantlegs, so your socks
don't get wet in the morning, or if they just watered the grass at the
park. Or bugs don't crawl up, I hate that!

   Of course, they have other uses too, but it wasn't long enough to get
around both his ankles.  So, I tied his laces together instead.

   "Don't run off.  Jesus, how long does security take at this school
anyway?  You know, douchebangs?"

   "I'm nogh a douche!"

   "Of course not.  A real douche actually gets a chance to squirt fluids
in a pussy once.  Well, here's my man, I guess he'll have to call them for
us."

   Huh!  Scratch one school off the list.

   ;

   Wray {Ff...}

   "Hn," History.  His, mostly, got to better this grade.  Block out even
the breeze whispering through the tree overhead, and focus.  It's a catch
22, I have to learn this to start Hystery 101, if I can get that class,

   "Hey," next year.

   "You have another cigarette?"

   She shakes her head.  "You're gay, right?" Looks around nervously.

   Take a drag, hand it back, "Hn." Nod.

   Cute.  Young, too young?  "Well how do you,"

   "They don't have a class," I pull the pencil out from behind my ear,
drop in in the spine, and pat the low brick wall next to me.  Tuck it away,
cross my legs.  "And you're..."

   "Melissa," she held out her hand.

   I held it, looked at her.

   She looked away, "Yeah, I might be gay." Already had the phone out. 
With my arm up, the hairs underneath dried, and even caught a little gust
from behind me.  Just a vest and a bar, over my skirt, and boots...  Take
another drag, was that a sigh?

   "Yeah?" [Genitorturers - Flesh is the Law] she turns it down.

   "I just met someone."

   "What kind of someone.  Special?"

   "Mhm."

   "Older, younger?" Mhm, "Curious?"

   "Yeah, probably."

   "Well I'm not gonna get all jealous if you go get some strange, but take
it slow.  You got all night?"

   "Yeah, probably." Can catch up in the morning, some.

   "Yeah." she probably nodded, "You've got all night.  At least."

   </>

   "Girlfriend?" Mel' asked.

   "Not really," I thought, "Tutor, probably.  Mentor more like.  You need
a mentor?"

   She nodded,

   "Well, I'm available." Friendly, romantic, then work up some passion. 
"I'm Wray." With a capital W.  Another hand not shake, fuck it, kiss her
knuckles.

   "Isn't that a guy's name?"

   "Wasn't for Faye." That beautiful satin draped frame!  I'm a
Butch/Skirt. I think, we'll see...  "Come on," half hug her shoulders, "You
hungry at all?"

   "I could eat."

   I looked her over, "So," doubted it, "What brings you here?"

   "Checking out schools," she shrugged, "I think it's down to here, or
Winterhold."

   "Where's that?"

   "Skyrim?"

   "Skyrim," like, "The.  Video game?"

   "No, Skyrim:" she waved her hands in the air, "The Musical!"

   "Ha!" I clapped her shoulder, "Come on, I know this place around the
corner." Where I can get her a sandwich.

   ;

   Melissa {FF Auto NS}

   "So what's your story?" She hung her bag on her shoulder, then held onto
mine.

   "Huh, I don't know, I never talked to anyone about this?  Puberty, I
guess.  I never felt different from the other girls until I started growing
up, and then, I had a lot less time for my friends.  Huh, the whole time
they were mooning over boys, it turned me on.  Every day I was getting
bigger, more developed, more hairs, or they're getting longer, and I
learned to play with myself, pretty quick."

   "Auto-erotic?"

   "Very.  Now my grades suck, and I can't think about anything else, and"

   "High-school?"

   Shake my head.  "Nineteen?" Wince?  Good, okay.  "GED." Shrug my head. I
could probably start college...

   "Then what do you need me for?" I don't think she ment to say that.  She
stopped by the campus store for a pack.  Gave me one.

   "Well, I don't know anything else about it."

   "Being gay?" Right out in front of everyone, but she didn't exactly hide
it.  "Well, one of us has to do the talking, and you know more about you
than I do." She blew out her nose, "I'm not going to tell you how to be
gay, I can help you figure that out, but it takes some time, and the more
you can tell me." She's not used to doing the talking.  Got that the first
couple times she looked at me.  "In my limited experience, it helps to look
around your closet, air it out," she wiped her hands on her skirt, "figure
out how much is about you, or them." She flicks the ember off her
cigarette, "Can't smoke in the house." Waits for me to take a few puffs,
and holds the door for me.

   I don't know how you tell, but I could tell.  Why do you think I went to
the campus?  "I came out in college.  My family's still in denial, but they
haven't seen many recent pictures of me.  I'm not taking any girls back to
meet them any time soon, my brother's the coolest one about it." Okay, give
Daria Jane Lane's haircut, that's actually pretty close.  Outfit, and
everything, combat boots, green top...

   "Mhm?" Small room, in the corner going by the windows, right next to the
bathroom.  Ash tray.  She lit her short, opened both windows.

   [Cowboy Junkies - Sweet Jane (Trinity Sessions)] Scrolled across her
laptop screen.  She had a desk, in the closet, sat in the chair.  "Can we,"
in here?

   "Huh!' she rolls her eyes, "Whatever.  Talk, dance, fuck, tie each-other
up, you wanna catch your breath first?" Pleated skirt spread across her
lap.

   I swayed a bit.  Okay, good sound, didn't really feel like getting on
the bed...

   [Sneaker Pimps - Flowers and Silence (Splinter)]

   "What kind of music is this?"

   "Good music," she bites her lip, and sits back.  "You can dance." Her
eyes look dark, shaded under her hair, hanging over them like an
up-side-down shelf.  Sometimes reflections flashed across, too fast, and
tiny to make out, but I know how I look.

   "I don't need the mirror any more." She looked up, and nodded, "I just,
about ran out of everything I could do myself." She turned it down a
little, so we could talk, and listen to it.  Neither of the songs sounded
anything like the names.  She snorted, hot in here, pulled off her top. 
Sleeveless teeshirt, really.

   [IAMX - Ghosts of Utopia (Video)] "Yeahah!" she chuckled, "You can
dance!" Didn't touch herself, just sat back, and watched.

   I nod, "Do it a lot, in the mirror." Breasts.  I don't like tits, and
boobs just sounds silly.  "You're the second woman I was attracted to."
God, her smell.  The whole hairy lesbian thing?  Now you know why.  I know
from gym that guys sweat more, and are stinkier than girls, but I guess it
builds up...

   ;

   Wray {FF Nude...}

   Tights.  Hips, and a little gap at top I hope is just the fabric pulling
them apart.  Not anorexic, but I will say most of her curves appear to be
bone.  Narrow waist, I like that, belly button just below the surface,
under her twirling up top.  Nope, no bra.  No need, not flat nor barrel of
ribcage, but she can't even press them together with her arms, letting the
long pastel shirt thing slip off to the floor between us.  She doesn't need
fashion advice, from me.

   [And One - I.S.T.  (The whole 1st disk/folder.)] Yeah, slow it down.  I
know what she said, but I'm not about to leave her out there, needing, and
beating on the cold steel security door...  This is how I'll take it slow,
she's barely made any moves on her own, so just see what happens.  She does
something, or gets all her clothes off.  I took all the self-image fat off,
needed to.  I'm not getting younger, might as well get a metabolism before
it crashes.

   "What're you taking?"

   "Sports/Fitness." and a bunch of other stuff.  Peach panties.  Just like
the tights, and I mean the exact same shade of peach.  It looked fantastic
on her, never would have matched up those two colors on my own, but she's a
Peach.  Tanned, pale, flushed, doesn't seem to matter.  Especially without
all the neon splash, and spatter of the logo on her grossly oversized
teeshirt.  I didn't recognize, or bother to recall.  "You any kind of
athlete?"

   She shakes her head, "I'm active, but not into sports, or anything."
Side-side, to the beat [...Driving with my Darling...] hair swinging.  .  .
"A lot of cardio." she shrugs, beautifully.  Fit, I'll give her that.

   My hands are up to the sides of her pantyline.  Stopping her hips, just
plain panties, elastic waistband, ribbons around her legs.  Little puff up
front, but it gives against my lips through the cotton.  I can wait later.
Don't be selfish, but do something.  For the love of god someone has to do
something.

   She helps, slipping her hips side to side, scissoring her knees together
as the lightly padded white crotch slips down between her thighs, I catch
it.  They smell clean, very clean, with some sort of scented product.  Kiss
her beard, and hold her thighs with my elbows propped up on the arms.  Push
her back, stand up, and close the windows.

   Take it slow, make it last, build it up to something.  First time,
something to remember, She doesn't even need a haircut.  Laying back, she
helps me out of my skirt.  "Good," I nod down to her.  Feedback.  Tap her
pubes for a little reward.  Then back the other way, pet, tickle...

   "Nh!" Hot flush on her chest.  Squirrel heartbeat, yes, she's excited.
Pressing her knees together, her gap is filled by her folds, bulging out a
little, puffing.  Not like fat, but hairless underneath, with her legs up,
and turned to the side like this.

   "Snh!" She's not my type, all right?  Which is great, because I don't
feel like knocking her out, and dragging her off by the hair, which is kind
of neat, for a change.  "Hn." What does she want?  Probably not having to
do it for a change.  It turns out she's just about the right length,
sideways, on a queen, so I put a hand down, to grab a pillow for her. 
"Here." Get yourself comfortable.  A new girl, let's see what she's got.

   Right, nineteen.  Inner labia, not a lot, but enough to suck in, and
pinch between my lips, pushing her's back with them.  Can't quite run the
tip of my tongue back, and forth across them, so let them snap back, and
swing her top leg over.  Probably the nicest room, I could find, and afford
this close to school.  There go my grades, I shrug a little under the backs
of her thighs.  Right, auto-erotic, a turn-on just watching her feel
herself up.  Hands all over her little tits, twisting, and whrything, back
arched off the comforter, I'd probably have to wash.  I really just want to
watch her some more, so I take her wrist, and lead it down between her
legs, sit back.  Glance at the screen-saver, shake my head, dump out the
ash-tray.

   "Huh!" I can't see it, in her body, she's just too young, and skinny. 
She needs to eat more, not to project my tastes on her, but god she's into
it.  Remember, her mirror?  She's watching me watch her.  How much more fat
can she look at, and get excited about?  I still have some, it's not a
turn-off, she likes to look at tits, at least.  Roll the glands between my
fingers, and thumb, and let them stand out.  Leave the window open.  "Huh!"
She's downright pornographic, though, and that's all the effect I need. 
Help her, I don't have to do everything, so I switch around to the bed, cup
her bare breast, and move her other hand.

   She looks up at me.

   Like this?

   She closes her eyes, but I have all the answer I need.  Slip my now
dampened finger up, then back down, I start a figure-eight, squeeze out her
nipple, and bend down to it.  "Huh!" She lets go to feel the top of her
hair, I look up, and twist my neck a little to brush her modest mound with
the swinging drape of my bangs.  But her nipple slips out of my lips.  On
the way back down, I pull a:

   ?

   Just dip in the fingertip, and hold it still when she starts humping it.
Wiggle around a little, she's enough inner folds to seal, when they're wet
enough.  "Nh!" Let her drive with her hips, desperately, let her nipple
slip out of my mouth again.

   "Hah!" Push to the widest knuckle, and just hold it, loose for her to
fuck.  She was shaking now, almost vibrating, so I brushed her clit-hood up
with my thumbtip.  Held onto her teat, cupped over it really, moving up to
the other one, but her arms were limp beside her now.  And she was hot, I
tried to feel her heartbeat through my tongue.  No, so I put my arm up,
hand flat down the middle, and wiggled 2 fingertips around the sides.  I
don't know if she can go 1-to-3.  1, 2, 3..?  Might be a little safer, but
I can tease around a little bit, and I really like spreading her little
fins, with my fingertips, pressing apart her lips with them.  Wetter, and
wetter every time my finger comes out, I can't quite flatten them around
it, by feel, but now she's bucking again anyway.  So, I open my mouth as
wide as I can, press the edges of my incisors around her areola, and just
hold still until she stops.

   I don't bite her, just roll in over the spongey tissue, and switch to
sucking the bloated tip as soon as my lips come together enough.  "dP!" She
grunts, and I sit up.  Not even touching her.  She pants, and opens her
eyes, so I stop smelling my fingers, and hold them over her mouth.  Paint
her lips, nostrils, slip the tips into one, then the other, and wiggle them
around a little.  Auto-erotic, eh?  Slip them between her lips, up, and
down her tongue.  I get up, back in the chair, and swivel back between her
legs.  Her hands go right for my head, she's got to be about ready to
explode.  Then we can get me out of these panties, and feel what she can
do.

   But I can watch her.  Dance for a full album.  I guess she's some sort
of exhibitionist.  I'm not a voyeur, porn barely does it for me, not as
much as even a sappy romantic comedy, but with her, here, right in front of
me.  How long can I just watch her fuck herself?

   ;

   Mel {FF...}

   "Uh!" I push her hands, and face away, "Oak'huh, stop." That's enough.

   "Five is enough?" She slipped her pinky out of my ass.

   "Fingers, or orgasms?" I shook my head.

   She slipped out of her panties.  Held out all but her ring finger,
folded back.  4, counting the thumb, so 3 and a half?  Her knuckle rubbed
hard in the middle, in circles between her fingers.  Something spasmed in
me, again.  I laughed, she picked up a towel, with a hood, and sleeves, and
a belt.

   "You need aftercare?" The window was still open, so I grabbed her
smokes, and shook my head.  Tried to roll everything that just happened
together.  "5 times?" hold it, take another drag, blowing out my nose until
the cherry is bright, and hot.  Cough, and breathe.  Wow, even coughing
feels awesome like this!  I don't remember, I just can't, even.

   She moved me around, going back, and forth between the bed, and chair.
And...  I swear if she didn't touch or lick all over me, she got most of
it. Mostly at the same time, so by the time I knew what she did, she did
something else over there, then over there.  5 might be a conservative
estimate, there may have been some multiples in there, but it was like
watching Penn&Teller juggle.

   Flashes of it, her mouth on my ass.  All over it, teeth, tongue, lips,
licking almost inside me.  Just one finger rubbing against me, wrapped
around her thumbtip, bent over like that.  Even after she'd fucked me with
2 fingers, she fell back to just a tip, sucked up inside me, feeling, and
sucking, and twitching...

   "Huh!" How did we do so much?  I'm glad someone kept count, but it all
went by so fast.  Too fast, really, I don't even remember when she put her
finger in my ass.  "Okay," sit up breathe.  Her licking my armpits first. I
mean really going deep, almost like pussies?  I don't recognize any of her
music, nor even her media player, it's all folders, and albums, and a bunch
of playlists thrown in with mood names.  [Afterparty] Didn't pay attention
to any of it.

   [Schattenherz - Kaltes Herz...]

   I don't know, I wasn't there.  Might have blacked out, but I was gone,
as a, whatever an I is.  Everything else, I was just feeling, I didn't have
to think, or do anything.  Yeah, I got myself off so many times, over so
many, hours I bet.  But before, I had to.  Does it get any better than
this, can it possibly?

   Okay, she watched me for a long time in there.  She smelled my panties,
I giggle just remembering that.  Not even pervy about it, just paused
slipping them down, I heard her sniff, and then I was on the bed.

   Throw myself on it, stretch out, now the shower's running?  Did she
just, Jill off in there, then take a shower?  Wow, after bringing me to
multiple orgasms until I told her to stop.  I had to, I'm completely
satisfied.  Not the first time, but with little to no effort on my part?  I
barely played along, I was like a puppet, twitching around on her hands,
and mouth.

   I had to make it up to her, she's done, for a while.  Earned a break at
least, I bet I can get her off.  Not like that, 5 times, pull her soul
right out of her, or no.  I don't feel tired, at all.  Took a while before
I could move again, there's not enough room to pace in here.  Okay, at the
foot of her bed is a little fridge, and I have to roll back a bag of
clothes, but she's got a 2 liter, and.

   Shut it, get it open, take a mouthful, roll it around, swallow, swirl
around some more.  I'll remember to ask about that, probably, eventually.
Huh!  Oh thank god it's a short shower, and she doesn't spend too much time
drying off.  "Waldo," then, "Mh?  Hm." Into my mouth.  Kissing, more
kissing.  No fighting, just playful tongues.

   "Like the Heinlein story?"

   She opens her eyes, "Yeah," thinks, "Probably.  Just do what I do,"
Yeah, that's the one.  "You're left handed?" I nodded, she shrugged.  She
lay me back, silently, put her leg up, on the bed, and my hand out, next to
it.  And touched me.

   "Did you just?" She frowned, and nodded.  "hHN!" Her finger was dry, but
I wasn't, and I slipped in her pretty easily too.  Just the tips, uh, "Sh!"
she looked down, so I shut my lips, and she looked back up to my eyes. 
Then all over my face, her's was red, and she had green eye shadow on.  I
didn't see it before, no mascara, just green eyeshadow.  When did she put
that on, didn't she just?

   "Hn!" I couldn't keep them open, but felt her fingertip, on the back of
a bone, I think.  Curled mine even more, and felt the inside of her pelvis?
She felt around, looking for something, and,

   "Ho!" I think I found it first.  "Nh!" She held her breath, and her
finger still, but I kept feeling around it.  It didn't have a shape, it was
almost pebbly, and spongey, and her hips moved.  She rubbed me inside, so I
rubbed it, kind of like that, not with the nail, but the soft side
opposite, and oh look, a clitorus!  Tiny little thing, I didn't know too
much about them, thinner than mine, but a little longer.  Perfectly smooth
on the tip of my tongue.  She snorted, not even going to try, but her hips
locked, so I could really get busy with my tongue and fingertip.  It
started squishing around in there, and twitching on the outside.  I don't
think she was breathing until she grunted, and gasped.  There was a vein
popping out on her face and her tummy flopped.  Her firm tummy with tiny
hairs that're dark enough to see, not as tan as her face, or arms, or neck.
God it looks tight, and she's grunting, and gasping, and a little spit
sprays out.  Looked kind of like a seizure.

   She sat down as soon as I slipped my finger out.  "Was that the,"

   "Gragh!" she panted, "Phen, hih," nodded, grunting, "Bergh!  Uh!" Head
in her hands, she panted, slower, and slower, until she could take a deep
breath, and lit a cigarette, She coughed too, and I picked up her chest. 
She watched my eyes, but I looked back down.  Rubbed in my thumbs, around
the hard spots, like she had.

   Green eyeshadow, kind of glittery metallic, like beetle's wings.  Even
harder, massaging them.  She took a drag, "Hnnnnnnnnn." Blew it out her
nose, watched me take a drag, held it for me.  They're great, big, and
round, and heavy, and smooth.  No hairs, thank god, but she just watched
me.

   I like her eyes on me, almost as much as her in my hands.  Her tummy is
firmer than it looks.  It can still jiggle, but it bulges out, a little. 
It's like perfect, or feels perfect, nice deep belly button I lick my pinky
to feel around in.  Now that is a different scent.  She didn't wash it, in
how long?  "Wow," I rubbed it over her lip, first.  "Sn!" she smiled.  I
had to pick my hips up off the bed to bend over enough to taste it.

   "I never found mine," I realized it.

   "Most girls can't without a special wand." I know, I saw it.

   "Why do you keep them in the fridge?"

   She laughed, "I don't know." at herself?  I looked at her and waited. 
"Huh, I tried it by accident.  I'd just had a particularly intense scene
with myself, my brain still wasn't working right, and I left one in the
fridge.  When I came back, and found it in there, well I tried it." Her
eyes dropped, and she half grinned, an expression unlike any I'd seen
before, or since.  "It feels even more artificial, you know?  Inhuman, It's
weird but I like it."

   "You're not," I'm sorry, "Fat?" I don't know how to say it.

   "Huho," she grins, and shakes her head, "That's close, you know it, I
can tell." I nod, "Huh, I have some.  You don't."

   Not really.

   "Huh!  The trick seems to be stopping when you have enough.  If you want
to put on some weight, not saying to, but I'm not a doctor."

   "Huh!" I don't eat much.  "I know."

   "Fortunately, it packs on slowly, so it's easy to control with diet."

   I felt her, all around, the middle mostly.  "This is where you stopped?"
Good call.  "Wow, I'll take your word for it, you seem to know what you're
talking about." Yeah, it was just about perfect, on her.  "What do you
like?"

   She rubbed up, and down my tummy too.  "Anything between pushing it out
of the way, and banging against bone, actually." I ran my hand up the side
of her waist to her hip.  Great legs.

   "And I'm, mihihin!" She tickled me.

   "Toward the bone end of the spectrum.  This is the best part," she
kissed me.  I tried to ask her with my eyes, but she just looked down, and
rubbed around behind me.  Sitting up, just the bottom of my back. 
"Affection," was the last thing she said for a while.

   ;

   Wray {F...F Tele NS}

   She finally went to take a shower.  I was getting pretty stinky again,
and it's not just our water-heater.  Gave it a while to warm back up, but
still.

   "How's it going?"

   "Not half bad," Okay, I want to brag.  "Lost count," and may have
intentionally misinterpreted having all night.  "My grades are already
wrecked." I was way ahead, though!

   "That bad, huh?"

   "Yeah," sigh, "I don't know if I'm attracted to her.  She's boney,
there's some nice firm tight flesh between, but, huh.  I think I've got her
talked into thinking about eating something."

   "That it?" she helps me think, or talk it out, sometimes.

   "No," deep breath "Huh, everything works, but her personality.  Do you
know anything about narcissism?"

   "The neighborhood I live in?" Right, basically surrounded by drama
queens.  "I don't know if that's it, but." Okay, shuffle the thoughts
together, she waits, "She's unbelievably auto-erotic.  Huh, says she
sexualized, herself in the mirror, when she hit puberty.  She's like
nineteen, she says," not even going to attempt that calculus, "But in some
ways It's like she didn't finish."

   "Adolescence?"

   "She looks a lot younger."

   "You suspect anorexia?"

   "I'm pretty suspicious."

   "While that can limit growth, and development, if you bring her by the
shop I can card her."

   "Yeah!" good idea.  "Um, she doesn't need porn." At all, and she saw my
modest collection.  Might need to thaw one or two out, later.  When she can
help pick.  "Thanks!/" The water stopped, and it's the middle of the night,
so fuck it.  Dress for a walk, it's not that cool, and the thought of
sleeping is a little funny.  Too bad I had to sell the car for books, and
stuff.  "You use toys?"

   She shakes her head, "You do bondage?" That took a while to come back
around, she notices I'm dressed.  More modestly, but for lack of underwear.


   "How tall are you?" she picks up her shirt up from the seat of the
chair, over her panties, and folded tights.  "5'5?" she thinks.  Okay, I
have a pair of 2 1/4 heels, about.  Pull out the broad flat bin under the
foot of the bed.  Brown, suede, miniwedges?  That's one, scan around for
the other.  As close as I can get to my hair color, for accessories, and
sometimes the skirt, or jacket, don't overdo it.

   "We going out?" She pulls the tights up, and around, runs her fingertips
back, and forth around the waistlines.

   "I'm not going to warm up my collection, it'd be just as quicker to take
you up, and help you pick out something nice." She says she's active, it's
quite a hike.  "Get to know each-other better." Watch the sun-rise.

   "You said tie each-other up," yeah!

   I laughed, "That wasn't a promise, but it's." All right, she knows the
right word: "Advanced.  Potentially dangerous, and/or abusive.  I wouldn't
abuse you intentionally, but there's some rather fine lines, and that kind
of thing is all about getting as close as you can without going over."

   Share a cigarette, probably need another pack on the way down, when the
discount store's open, so late.  Yawn soundlessly.  "Huh, friday
technically." No more classes, not counting that last lab I skipped. 
Runnnown.  CRCH!  Hope you're worth it, sweetheart.  Pat what little bottom
she has.  Sigh.  "Exhibitionism?" That's probably the next chapter.  Easy
enough to read the big fat ?  on her face, "Huh, it's like the mirror, only
someone watching,"

   "Yeah, that was hot."

   Nod, "Or semi-public places." Okay, I was also looking around for
potential threats.  Yes, armed.

   "Where Are we going?"

   "Downtown," hopefully won't have to call a cab, "I need a second opinion
on some things..." And, you ask...

   "Like?"

   "You seen a therapist?  Me neither, I actually suck at this kind of
thing, king,.  Which begs the question why nobody noticed your
introspecion, body image, and eating disorder," hold up my hand, "Denial."
Not acceptible.  "Now, Stu's not a doctor, she just knows girls.  Like us,
in excruciating detail, and I'm willing to admit when I'm in over your
head. Also, they sell toys, books, supplies, smut, there's some bars,"
she's too young to go in.

   "Huh!" 5 years, nominally.  Seems like a long time, counting last year,
and I haven't had a body anything like that since I was probably about
11-12, only a lot shorter.  Pubes, she actually has quite a few, they're
pretty long, and curl into a nice dense patch to remind me she's probably
done, but she could stand to gain a few pounds.  "You hungry yet?"

   "No," she pulled out from under my arm, "But I need to eat something."
Good, she decided.  Don't think I even twisted her arm too much.

   "KFC?" Whatever, better than nothing.  I can hike the calories off,
whatever protein's left might work it's way in, when I sleep.  Not tonight.
Beat on the window.

   "What?" hold up a twenty.

   "Ring me up a box, or bucket, or something.  Mashed Potatoes, Gravy,
mac, and cheese?" She shrugged, and nodded.  "The big ones." Shut the door.
Look around, for potential threats.  [Lesbian Couple Run-Down in
Drivethru!]

   "Your change?"

   "And a large mountain dew, no ice.  You want a drink?"

   Pepsi, "Fuck," look around, "Doctor Pepper."

   "You want ice?"

   "Sure."

   Shut the window again.  "Hn." Light up.  "Exhibitionists also like,
semi-public places." Or so I've read.

   "Huh," she nodded, "I've done that." The cashier fiddled with his radio,


   "Back up on the median." he waved so we stepped back.  Chicken<Bucket.
What's the challenge here?

   "Can you walk and eat?"

   "Probably." Good, I need time to think.  Grab that dime out of not quite
floating in oil-slick.  Wipe it off on my skirt.

   "Uh," drumbsticks, she figured out the spork, some juggling of drinks...
Probably should've split the mountain dew.

   ;

   Mel' {FF...}

   She dropped the trash in the bag, and let it hang by the handles.  Took
mine in the other, left to right, Schmalz fingers, slip them together
playfully.  "Just keep walking,"

   ?  I looked up.

   "I think those guys you're totally not going to look back at, or do
anything sketchy to warn them may be following us," she chucks her head at
a shop window, through the bars, lets my hand go, and gently guides me
around the corner.

   WHKT!  I look back to see a spring, or maybe two, do they make tapered
coil springs?  WHKT!  Jump back from it whipping up behind her shoulder,
and back around to the hit other one in the arm.  I'm just standing behind
her.  "We done?" They ran.  She bent over, and had to stab the sidewalk
twice for it to slide all the way back in the handle.  "Huh!" She takes a
deep breath, and drops it back in the outside pocket of her bag.

   "You just assaulted them?"

   "They followed us, a couple blocks, I even skipped over," she drew a
square 5 shape I vaguely remember wandering, and talking through.  "After
that, it's their word against ours, but it's just a couple Assault
charges." She nodded, "We're not the victims, that's the important part. 
They're probably not going to report it."

   I look around, it's dark, but the lights aren't spaced as far apart,
"What were you saying?" up the street, across it, "About semi-public
places?" Not a whole lot of people out.  Car, crossing, way down there...

   Okay, and that was awesome.  There were two of them, one of them was
pretty big, and if both of us, "Was that a Cobra?" She looked over.  "Like
Case, from Neuromancer?" Shrugs, "Huh, spring billy, retractable, black,
foam grip?" I'm pretty sure, got a good look when she straightened back up
with it.

   "Not sure what it's called, but yeah." Probably.

   This looks fine, dark, around a couple cornets, is that a siren?  Way
out there, and not getting closer.  She looks me right in the eyes, in
those heels, so we're the exact same height, doesn't even kiss me, just
feels up my arms to the shoulders.  "Hnh!" Just her thumbs in the elbows.
What the fuck, really, she has to hold me up a little, so she backs me
wobbly legged into one of the corners.

   She held her fingers to my lips, grinned, and I didn't get it until I
smelled them.  Right?  Let them slip inside, and lick them real good, just
feeling down to my wrist, and pulling it up to kiss, and lap, and suck at
mine.

   "Hm!" her eyes.  And fingers, just feeling the front, and bottom of the
crotch of my tights, and panties, then pulling tight, and feeling again. 
Okay, just lock my knees, it's like a wedgie?

   I've seen it done, only the gentlest, most intimate wedgie possible, and
I barely wonder how she managed to grip them, and feel what they're doing
with her fingertips.

   We need a video camera, I have one, on my phone we could have just set
up any time, and "Uhuhuhuh!" Pudding, she had to let go, and catch me.  The
bottom of my shirt/dress gets caught between her knee, and my thighs, but
she puts a leg up, and I swear my hips just started humping it all by
themselves.  "Huh huh huh!"

   She finds my wrists again, and the cold metal door is cold, but I'm
squirming around, and humping closer as hard as I can when I find her
hipbone.  I think, she's got a belt, and a tee-shirt in the way too, and my
toes are off the ground, but if I hold still, and turn my hips like this, I
can.  "oh."

   'heheh!' Chuckling breath?  Whatever, I can feel the threads of the
different fabrics, not really concerned about how many, much less which
types, but that definitely a seam, right down the middle, just outside my
panties, and I can just get a good rhythm,

   "Yeah, YN!" I can just hang onto the back of her vest.  Feels silky,
satin?  I don't have nails.  Taffeta, really.  "Uh?" She holds my mouth,
and I didn't want to scream, but then I did like YT grinding Raven.  Snow
Crash, nice!

   "Uh uh HUh!" Nhhhhhhhhn!  Yup, that's a double!  Okay, too bad I don't
have a number for what I know has to be a personal record by quite a
fraction.  Just breathe, try to breathe, try harder, now even it out,
there's the ground, balance and support we can work on, slower, deeper...

   "WHEWH!" That's about all I could come up with, she exhaled through her
nose, and handed me the smoke.

   "Yeah," she shook her head, "I'm pretty sure you're insatiable."

   "Do you read, any?" Hands together again.

   "I can," she points, "right up here," There was a hill, a lot of hill,
about a block back from the top.  I could hear traffic starting to pick up,
going to have to pee, probably going to start getting light.  "We'll take
the bus back."

   Okay, at least she's out of breath, and I'm not saying anything.  It's a
warm night, and I think about.  Okay, probably one of the sickest things, I
can't even think of a second place, and it's driving me nuts.  I tried the
produce drawer, even those thing warmed up, and anything else I could stick
in there in one of my more experimental moods, but they're things.

   She keeps her lube behind the radiator, even in summer, but I can't even
imagine something cold, and hard, and dead inside me.  And that's her
fantasy, chilled plastic robot cock, and at least warm lube.  I'm going to
have to shrug, and put that one way down the list of things to try,
eventually.

   Everything else has felt so incredible though.  Not more than I
imagined, but in all these ways I never thought to imagine.  Okay, that
thigh ride, that was better than I could have imagined.  And she just,
didn't even get turned on sometimes.  I'm not sure, didn't always take them
off, that last time I had to pull my underpants out, and put them back in
place.  Didn't soak through, kind of expected to, will most likely smell
the crotch next time I get off, and I definitely have to pee now.  "How far
is it?" I manage.

   "Her shift's over, I'm just going to peek in a minute, if you want to
look around.  [In&Out Video] Just on the door, even the dark red awning
didn't say anything.

   "Jeeze, Lynne!" the guy looks me over, "How old is she?"

   And I turn, right back out the door.  She doesn't slam it, just snaps
her fingers at me.  "Seventeen?" lucky guess?  I nod, she snaps her
fingers, several more times, while I get out my license.  "This a fake?"
she pulls out reading glasses, I guess, and squints.

   "I'm sorry I lied."

   "Well it didn't work," she sighs, "I was seventeen once too."

   "How bad is it?"

   "I'm already in up to sodomy, and improper advances on a minor, if you
report me.  It's not technically statch.  We're gay, that's illegal, or
criminalized for all practical purposes.  Having sex is a misdemeanor even
if you're fifty, and neither of us is a guy."

   "So you're a law student?"

   "I'm gay, I did some research.  Stu's just much better at explaining
it."

   "Who's Stew?"

   ;

   Stewart {FFF NS}

   [Queen - One Year of Love (A Kind of Magic)]

   "Uhn," right, eat then drink.  Why didn't I think of that until 3 beers
in?  She sniffs, I just let it all out, wink, sort of.  Black coffee,
more'n a little buzzed.  "Jesus!"

   A Prostitot?  Oh sweety, don't drop raw porchops behind you as you
run... Still not attracted to her, protective of, oh good she sees it, but
"Is that an Oingo-Boingo teeshirt?" How many extra larges is that?  Just
shrug.

   "Seventeen." Blow the rest out her nose.

   "Fuck." Sober up some, breathe out some of the vapor, take a good
breath.

   She nods, "I love the eighties." Rub my eyes.  "And science fiction, she
dropped some oblique allusions, I guess she got from you?"

   "Well what did she tell you?" she mouthed 'Waldo' behind her, and went
out to smoke.  Kind of easy to get rid of her simply by nerding out, and
wait, She did that?  I just followed her lead, quick study!  Too close to
the door, of the diner, they didn't chase her off.  I moved back to the
booth, "Have a seat," took the coffee, waved the now empty cup.  He stopped
clearing the remains of my CFS, and eggs.

   "Next to nothing," right, she's not a talker, either?  Okay, that's
weird, she does Not look shy.  "You guys went out."

   "As recently as this weekend," I shook my head, "Last weekend, huh. 
She's probably leaving me for you.  Ap!" Hand up, "It's a bit overdo,
actually.  I'm getting too old to be keeping up with all of the kids, and
she's got some pretty high ceilings." She shook her head.  Right,
undiagnosed.  "Wait, she said you're auto-erotic?" That's what it is, she
doesn't realize how she looks?  She's just really that, fucking perky? 
"Uh!"

   "She can satisfy me."

   "She has?"

   "Like 3 times," she nodded.

   "Okay," that's part of it, "In how long?"

   "Well when did she call you?"

   "The first time?" I unclipped my phone, "Uh," blink, " 15 hours," that
can't be right, "And some change?" Wipe my eye.

   "This afternoon," she nodded.

   "And you two have been at it ever since?"

   Oh no.

   "How far did you get?" Sigh.  "What I mean is.  Uh, you're an addict. 
Right, a sex-addict?" And ran right into Wray.  "Slow down.  You two should
probably get to your respective corners now," I looked up, she was gone. 
"Ah, damn it." Now she knows I drink, or have sex.  I'm not gonna do a
damned thing, and here I am holding the door open to an empty street.  "How
long you been up?" with a half naked 17 year old.  The first bus down
should be running soon, "And where do you live?" Take out my wallet.

   "East?" Pointed more south-east according to where the light was
starting to come from.

   "Give him this," nobody to help me up the stairs when I get back, but
yeah, there's probably nobody else to handle this.  Fresh air, cigarette,
clear my head, It's just a couple blocks.  But I fucked up, and that's why
this is gonna suck.  "Come on," I take her shoulders for support, as much
as anything, "You cold at all?"

   "You know what, Stuart?  I like you, you're not like the other people.
Here, at the trailer park..."

   "Huh!" Too drunk to even shake my head, "I'm too old for this shit."

   ;

   {Continuity Note: Alphie found a school, in Portland OR.  where she ran
into Wray.  After shacking up with a guy who wrote for an Edging forum. 
"Stuart" is of course an incarnation of Molinja "Chrome Molly" Bach,
playing in the background...

   You ever been hustled at Pool?  Okay, you ever played a Pool Shark who's
cute, young looking, seems kinda ditsy in a miniskirt, and a loose teeshirt
with the sleeves ripped off, so when she leans over the rack it hangs down?
"How do you play this again?"

   You ever dated a sadistic malignant narcissist?  No, of course not. 
"I'm auto-erotic.  I've never been with a real lesbian before!  Bondage?"
Gasps, "What's that like?" If Wray hadn't jumped that crazy train, and
dropped her off at Stu's, she probably would have been Collared in 72
hours.

   The moral of this story is things are Never what they seem.  Especially
in BDSM relationships.  Caveat Temptor.}