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Story title : Adventures of Jade - 9
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Adventures of Jade - 9 (FF/M, mc, nc, bdsm, v, sn,
medical)
by Hummmvee (hummmvee@hotmail.com)
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Jade gets a teaching job at a local Academy for girls.
Lots of 'rugmunching' and intrigue. Slow, juicy buildups
with character development.
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Adventures of Jade 9 - A Novella
By Hummmvee
(Tales of Lust, Depravity, and Seduction)
It was now well into Sunday afternoon. Crystal (and
Family) had thankfully left, along with the police.
Keeping her own family out of jail was very motivating to
Jade, whose mother, sister, and mother's cousin had
somehow gotten themselves (inadvertently?) high with the
free samples of cosmetics that Jade had received at work
on Friday. An hour ago, she had walked in on them just
after some wicked acts of perversion.
Everyone had been nude, or nearly so. Jade sort of wished
she could have been a fly on the wall during this recent
familial libidinousness. The pictures in her mind made
her shiver. Luckily, Jade had managed to put everyone to
bed before they became too lucid. With luck, they will
think it was all just a dream. For some reason, her
sister came to several times over, before finally
succumbing to sleepy exhaustion.
Why was she the only one to rouse; twice!? And what about
the teenage girl (with the nice rack)? Jade hoped Crystal
would be hard pressed to remember whatever vile acts
occurred in this house while Jade was at Dakota's. The
whole house reeked of 'Burning Bush' products. There was
little doubt now that these cosmetics and toiletries
possessed mind-altering aphrodisiacal narcoleptic powers!
It was just Jade's luck that what promised to be the
start of a great career with a reputable and renowned
school for girls, was now looking like a rapid dead end
at the hands of a criminal organization disseminating
this chemical evil, via their own unsuspecting employees.
But who would do such a thing, and why? Her stomach
growled with dissatisfaction at missing breakfast. Jade
made a huge salad while she mulled things over.
She did a very thorough job of it, taking almost an hour
to complete the exotic and complex salad. She ate some,
while her mind shoveled the debris left behind by the
last four days. Once she had eaten her fill, Jade left
the rest to the troops. She knew they'd all be hungry
whenever they woke up from their mid-day siesta. Jade did
not want to be here when that happened! A drive was in
order.
It was always a pleasurable chore for Jade to find
appropriate music for the mood at hand. As she drove down
the Cul De Sac; the Power-Stroke Diesel clacking away,
she knew she needed 'thinking music'. Old Qeensryche
would fit the bill; but then Tool might also suffice.
Once the volume attenuated, all would soon be right with
her life again.
Colorado mountain scenery was spectacular year round,
but this time of the year, when the leaves on the Aspen
trees were changing color - was the most awesome time for
a drive or hike! The landscape became a mosaic of golds,
greens, and reds. The weight of the music lightened her
own burden. In time, she was in high spirits.
It had been an eventful few days. For a virgin, there had
been more sex lately, than you could shake a tit at! In
her mind's eye, Jade replayed the recent sexy images. She
had seen mom, Jenna, Chrissy, Jennifer, Dakota, and
Crystal in varying sexual situations. Then there were the
sexy dreams involving her coworkers: the 'evil' nurse
Shannon, along with Susie, Jane, and Renee. But perhaps
these had not been dreams after all? Just perhaps, the
seemingly subtle chemical influences of the Burning Bush
products were more powerful than she feared? Certainly
recent events at home had been quite real. Perhaps all
these things really HAD occurred?! Jade shivered at the
prospect of such violation!
Just then she passed the taxidermy/gun shop. 'Hmmmmm...
perhaps I should stop in?' Jade wanted to purchase that
self defense gun for her solo hikes in the mountains, and
also ease her paranoia. 'Bob' was very helpful, and an
hour later, Jade's credit card had taken a $3,000
beating. Bob assured her that the gun she had purchased
could typically stop any indigenous animal, with a single
shot. Bob seemed well informed, and his shop well
stocked. Her transaction completed, she was glad to be on
the road again; all those stuffed heads were kind of
creepy anyway.
Once safely in her garage, Jade inspected her purchase;
one stainless steel, five shot revolver in caliber.454"
manufactured by Freedom Arms of Wyoming. One thousand
rounds of assorted ammo One genuine leather Western-style
rig, with twenty-five bullet loops, and cleaning supplies
(including a Boresnake). Not to mention, one quick-access
lock box.
For a brief moment, Jade imagined the sexy seven and a
half inch ported barrel going in and out of her pussy,
but she attributed this sickness to residual effects of
the Products (besides, the front sight would snag!). She
loaded the gun and put it in the lock-box. The box was
then placed under her driver's seat. The box just barely
fit in the available space. Technically this was
considered illegal, but the founding documents of this
great nation strictly prohibited laws that would limit
the right to bear arms. In essence, these rather new laws
were completely unconstitutional. Her father had taught
her that. Of course, this did pose an incarceration risk.
It immediately became apparent that the mellifluous
residual odors from the Products, were still in stark
evidence within the spacious log home. Jade heard voices
coming from the kitchen, and sure enough, the motley crew
were there munching on Jade's epic salad like there was
no tomorrow. The crunching sounds were comical, but
thankfully, everyone seemed well and unawares of what
recently occurred just a room away. Their appetites were
voracious, and as they greeted Jade, their muffled speech
was amusing. Like pot, these chemicals left one hungry.
Crystal Waters sat in the back seat of her parent's Buick
as they drove back to Durango. The wildfires made the
normally sensational views more limited. The earlier
incident with the police had been embarrassing to Mr.
Waters. Crystal found the subsequent lecture by both her
parents very tedious. 'How could she have gone inside
someone's home?/Why did she disobey their rule about
being invited in?/How could she fall asleep in a
stranger's house while on a mission from God?/Why
couldn't she remember any details about the event?/Why
was she so glassy-eyed and slothful?/Why... and on and on
the questions went.
Young Crystal was melancholy for having disappointed her
parents. She was also puzzled by many other things. Like
where did the time go? And why were her panties
uncomfortably moist? Squeezing her legs together offered
little relief. Even her ten-year-old sister Gwendolyn was
now having a chuckle at her expense. Crystal shot her
several cutting glances during the unusually long ride
home. Often, her mother would turn from the front seat
and look at her with a worried look: 'Their daughter was
normally so responsible... what happened today?' One of
the day's strange side effects was discovering new life
within certain parts of the body; places Crystal never
gave no mind to before.
"What IS that smell?"
Mr. Waters asked, clearly annoyed and looking in the rear
view mirror for a response from the apparent culprit.
"Well young lady; don't you have anything to say in your
defense? You know how we feel about the use of perfume!
Where did you get it?"
Crystal was able to think, but just barely. Her mind was
still groggy, and she felt a headache coming on. 'What
did happen today?' she wondered. The fragrance triggered
a memory: 'That nice lady back at the log home wore
strong perfume'. It was a wonderful smell, in spite of
her parent's disapproval. Yes, she must have smeared some
on her from the inadvertent contact with the homeowner.
"I think I must have gotten 'sum on me from shaking hands
with the lady at that last house."
Clearly, everyone in the Buick had by now noticed the
fragrance, and were all sniffing the air like a bunch of
hounds. Crystal had gotten accustomed to the smell, and
now barely detected the wonderful, flowery aroma. Even
little ten-year-old Gwendolyn was sniffing at the air.
"It smells good Daddy!" Little sister put her two cents
in.
"You know we don't approve of such excessive
embellishment, young lady. Only the Devil would encourage
such whore-like behavior in women! It's bad enough all
humanity is forever cursed from the Original Sin. It was
Woman that damned Man!"
For some reason, no one liked the sound of that today,
even though they had heard it all before. It hadn't
bothered them previously, as Fred Waters often spoke
about such things; but now, the sophistry somehow sounded
ridiculous. Even Gwendolyn was miffed by the negativity
in Mr. Waters' voice, who went on and on about the evil
nature of the female of the species.
Even the normally subservient Mrs. Linda Waters looked on
at her husband with a dawning dissatisfaction. She
wondered where the new feeling was coming from, and it
frightened her. Even more surprisingly, out of the corner
of her eye, she noticed what appeared to be the
beginnings of an erection in Mr. Waters' pants! She was
shocked to say the least!! Sexual contact between them
was always subdued, and never ever occurred during the
light of day.
Linda had never even seen her husband's... organ clearly.
Certainly, she had never had an orgasm. She flushed at
the sight of the fleeting protuberance; which was soon
followed by a fluidic sympathetic response originating in
her own groin. Thankfully, the children wouldn't be able
to see the disgusting swelling in her husband's pants
from their vantage points in the back seat.
Mr. Waters adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could
see Crystal. He kept on chiding his daughter; seemingly
getting more and more angry. Crystal had soaked up more
Burning Bush products than one might have thought. Within
her young nubile body, Crystal fought dual opposing
feelings. The first was guilt (that her father was doing
his best to bring out), followed by horniness (brought on
by the chemical elements in the tainted cosmetics).
Surprisingly, Mrs. Waters was also experiencing similar
feelings.
Linda took another glance in Mr. Waters' direction,
confirming that she had not been just seeing things
moments ago. Her husband's erection was getting longer
and thicker. She had never seen anything like it! Even
during both times she had had sexual intercourse with her
husband; she'd never clearly seen...All she remembered
from their last set of 'relations' (some ten years ago),
was the terrible pain. To her, the sight of her husband's
swelling was bordering on the outrageous! No wonder it
had hurt her poor tiny vagina; the damn thing was bigger
than the Holland Tunnel! Mr. Waters seemed oblivious to
his erection, although his driving became less precise.
It was unlike him to speed, but the Buick was now
skimming along almost five miles per hour faster than the
law allowed.
Crystal soon became aware that she was being stared at by
her father in an uncharacteristic manner. She had never
experienced the feelings she was now getting. The staring
caused her to become aware of the larger than life
presence of her unusually big and heavy breasts. She
fumbled about for her jacket; suddenly feeling chilled
and embarrassed. In Colorado, you always kept a jacket
near. To her, it seemed that father's glances
occasionally landed on her comprehensive chest, and then
uncomfortably lingered there.
Why was she so physically cursed by her pendulous,
monstrous extensions of flesh? Neither her sister, nor
mother had a similar problem. Crystal was becoming so
mixed up again; like back at the Parker residence
earlier. So! That was their name! She had finally
remembered something more about the encounter! She was
just about to enlighten everyone with her revelation,
when she noticed a lot of furtive glances heading her way
from all the car's occupants. Suddenly, she was self-
conscious again, and withdrew.
A particularly rough and rhythmic patch of roadway,
caused a regular, recurring gravitationally based sensory
intrusion upon Crystal's massive (for her age) tits. The
undulations and bumps in the freeway, teased and tickled
her breasts as they demurely slumbered within their
double hammock. Normally, the Buick was plush, but each
shuddering bump was increasing in young Crystal, these
new feelings, which gradually became more and more
intense.
If the feelings continued, something was going to happen;
something below her waist! The weight of her mammaries
after each road bump caused a forceful bounce,
accompanied by a grave visual component. She hoped no one
would notice, but the eye contact between her three
passengers proved otherwise. Why didn't her father try
the other lane? Crystal crossed her arms in defense, and
could tell by the expressions of the car's occupants that
this move was an unwelcome one.
Mr. Waters was flabbergasted. He had always considered
sex as just a necessary evil, and now he was having an
erection he could not control, and his own daughter was
giving it to him! Looking at young Crystal, fueled
incestual fantasies within the suddenly lecherous fart.
Briefly, Fred became confused, but continued looking at
the cute teen, fanning even more depraved, evil thoughts.
Linda experienced a similar uncontrollable craving, and
Gwendolyn was by this point just plain confused.
"Look at the way she's flaunting her chest, Linda! For
Chrissakes, you must talk with her tonight. The child's
getting way out of hand! I want you to know that I
consider that a reflection on you. You are obviously
remiss in the performance of your motherly duties!"
Crystal knew she was not flaunting her chest at all. In
fact she wished she could disappear right now. Could she
help it if no one in this family had any breasts except
her? It wasn't her fault. They just seemed to grow this
last year or two. Even her 'other' place was getting some
hair on it. It all just couldn't be her fault!
Linda stiffened at the accusation aimed at the quality of
her motherhood. She was a good mother. Mrs. Waters looked
at the two round objects that were obviously receiving
the brunt of Mr. Waters' attack. Crystal was demurely
trying to cover her newfound embarrassment, and she did
not seem to Mrs. Waters to be flaunting anything. Linda
did notice the stiff nipplage pushing outward; perhaps
inadvertently begging for attention, but that was not
something her daughter could consciously control. The
young tits actually looked, well... nice. Mrs. Waters
reflexively moistened in her southern hemisphere. Yes,
perhaps a 'talk' with Crystal would be just the thing;
but in her opinion, Fred was definitely overreacting.
Everyone was glad when their modest home came into view.
Upon arrival, Crystal and Gwendolyn raced for their room.
Mr. Waters still struggled with his own egress from the
Buick; it seemed that the enduring erection made movement
difficult. Mrs. Waters watched with growing interest, but
did not comment.
"Help me into the house, I think my leg has gone to
sleep!"
Linda steadied her husband, and helped him into the
house. She knew he had lied.
There was nothing in his pants that could be considered
asleep! Being the submissive wife in this very
traditional relationship, she did not call his bluff, and
pretended not to notice. He too hoped she would not
notice. Once inside, Mr. Waters summarily barricaded
himself in the bathroom. Those restrictive slacks had to
go.
Fred had always been embarrassed by his oversized
manhood. Luckily, he had a low sex drive; erections were
very rare. But now he could hardly pull his trousers
down. He looked in horror at his erection-torn underwear.
His penis leapt up after Fred removed his slacks, and it
settled at ninety degrees to his torso. He was puzzled.
The massive Rondorf was beginning to bob; up and down,
matching his heartbeat.
He pulled off the torn underpants, and inspected his
throbbing gristle. It stood out some 14 inches from his
peach-sized double sac. Two blue veins followed the
shaft's length along the sides. The head was uncut, and
larger in diameter than the shaft, which happened to be
three inches wide. Pre-cum oozed from the angry purple
tip. Fred wondered why he was breathing as though he had
been running; this erection was bad enough. Time would
prove his enemy, at least in the short run.
Not hearing a response to her inquiries and knocks on the
locked bathroom door, Linda became concerned. Perhaps her
Fred was having a heart attack? As she burst in expecting
the worst on this already terribly harrowing day, she
first saw it in the reflection in the mirror. Linda
reflexively screamed at the sight of the monstrous,
beastly growth.
The startled Fred Waters spun around at the intruder.
Now, Linda Waters was a short woman, and her husband was
over six foot tall. Her act of startling him brought his
tool swinging about, which then promptly hit his wife
square in the head. At that size, there was definitely
some mass to this industrial boner! The impact knocked
Linda off her feet, and she sailed backwards, tripping
over the sofa and falling flat on her back.
As she tried regaining her senses, she saw Fred approach
her. 'It' swung and bobbed as he walked to where she was
still lying. Soon he was towering over her; a strange
expression beginning to evolve on his face and that...
menacing one-eyed thing drooling at her prostrateness.
The penis looked even bigger from this position, and was
now very visible and up close for the first time (in
broad daylight). There was something in Fred's eyes that
both alarmed and beckoned to Linda. She struggled
backwards, on her back and elbows, trying to put some
distance between them. Tears formed in her eyes.
Linda Waters was 60 inches tall on a good day. At her
worst, she weighed a scant 100 pounds. The giant man-
thing throbbing above her could split her in half,
literally. She had never seen anything like it, except
once, at the zoo. The look in her husband's eyes told her
this was another man; someone she had never met. It also
looked to her like he just might use that thing, and in
the worst possible way. So why was her private area
responding so uncharacteristically by lubricating itself?
Her mouth began watering, and hair on her body began
standing up. She became a turbid mix of what were
typically mutually exclusive feelings.
As she pondered her new husband, her fear, and her
attraction; Fred broke her concentration by placing his
hands around his swollen member. He rubbed the shaft near
the tip, causing himself a sudden cascade of pleasure;
feelings he was unaccustomed to having. This brought even
more stiffness, and more pronounced throbbing. Mrs.
Waters briefly noted how handsome her husband was. At six
foot one and a quarter, with a lean body mass and good
definition - and now this 'porn star' erection. She
beamed with pride, which momentarily overshadowed the
unlikely reality of this impossible Sunday afternoon.
By now she had backed up on her elbows as far as there
was room. Mr. Waters slowly followed her retreat, pumping
his shaft with more feeling. His conservative nature and
dislike of sex had clearly been put behind him. Contact
with his daughter, who had been heavily exposed to the
Burning Bush products earlier in the day; caused this
sudden aphrodisiacal and maniacal onslaught of desire. He
was somewhat conscious of what he was doing, and now
preferred his newfound personality to his old dull self.
So many years wasted in not fucking his teeny, but cute
wife. The thought of pleasuring himself and her, no
longer troubled him with guilt.
Mrs. Waters looked into her husband's steel-grey eyes and
saw her reflection there.
She was still in shape after two children. Why this
sudden interest in things carnal? It didn't matter
really, because right now she had a plan. She was going
to get her brains fucked royally, after a ten-year
abstinence. Fred reached a hand out to her, and she
accepted it. Her heart began beating faster in
anticipation.
Crystal went into the bathroom to use the facilities. For
some reason, she decided to leave the door open a crack.
As she peed, she remembered how the perfume got spilled
on her when she and Jenna were examining the colorful and
exciting 'Burning Bush' cosmetics and toiletries. Aha!
She remembered yet more detail. 'Jenna!' Now Crystal knew
the blonde girl's name. Her deep efforts at concentration
rewarded her with tidbits of still cloudy memory.
Crystal held a fistful of her skirt at the waist as she
sat on the commode. Her boring panties were around her
ankles. She became fascinated with her new humid, brown-
furred bush. She had only grown it in the last few years
as her periods had begun. Though she decided it was a
pretty thing to the eye, a lot of shame and guilt was
projected on her after these changes came calling. If it
was natural, why was it so dirty? She pondered this as
her fingers stroked the fine brown fur. 'Mmmm - that
feels nice.'
Gwendolyn sat on her little bed and watched her sister
disappear into the bathroom. She was suddenly aware that
today was somehow a special day. She felt good. Better in
fact, than usual. She felt a communion with her body that
just didn't seem to be there yesterday. The feelings
seemed to radiate from her middle, and teased her brain
in a pleasant way. Even her non-existent breasts tickled
at the nipple (more a throb then a tickle).
Looking down, she saw that the nipples were quite erect
through her shirt. In fact, they seemed to be trying to
launch themselves, taking a part of her chest with them.
This, of course, caused a noticeable swelling, signifying
the eminent budding of new boobies! She was ecstatic!
Gwendolyn so envied her sister for this very attribute,
and now her prayers were beginning to be answered!
Gwen was happy. She wanted to share this new feeling. She
noticed that her sister had left the bathroom door
slightly ajar. Quietly, she walked to it, and looked
inside. A suppressed gasp later, she began to drink the
magnificent sight in. The sister whom she admired so, and
often secretly stole glances at - was sitting on the can
with her nether visible! For the first time, Gwendolyn
became aware of a humidity issue below her waist. She had
not been noticed standing there, so she continued to look
at her sister's private moment. Watching through the
little gap in the door soon spread a warm glow throughout
her pre-teen body.
Gwen's eyes nearly popped, when she saw sis use both
hands down there, and spread herself open. She could see
the sultry pink interior; and it looked great for some
reason. Unconsciously, Gwen grabbed a fistful of her
loose slacks at the front, causing pleasurable friction
in her crotch. Her sister looked so mature, so much a
woman!
The older sister had seen the movement occurring in the
bedroom in her peripheral vision. She knew her sister's
curiosity was getting the better of her. Crystal
remembered how she had recently begun to tease little
Gwen, and enjoyed doing so. But she had never given her
so much to see. Now that she knew she had an audience,
she was driven to take the game to the next level. She
unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Crystal looked hot.
Deliberately, she kept her eyes away from the slightly
open door, to give her young sister greater apparent
cover. She loved the fact that Gwen wanted to see her
body. Today she felt feelings of extreme liberation, and
she promised her libido she would go all out with the
show; at least until there was significant resistance
from the little one. Crystal felt her period was coming
on as well, and this always made her horny (though she
would never have used that word to describe that pleasant
feeling).
Crystal's nipples were painfully erect. The bra was
stifling. It was time for it to go away. Very slowly...
she opened the catch on her stuffy bra, and eased the
overburdened garment down her body, letting her 'tips'
come into view, inch by lovely inch. To an excited hiss
from the peeper, Crystal dropped the bra to the floor and
massaged her breasts for relief. She heard the shocked
inhalation of air coming from the bedroom, but pretended
not to see or hear.
Nonchalantly, Crystal then got up and washed up; letting
lil sis see her ass. Donning a bathrobe, she emerged from
the bathroom, but gave Gwendolyn enough time to move away
from the door. Once in their bedroom, she examined Gwen's
expression; the girl had a very serious look on her
flushed face.
Crystal got her hairbrush, and sat at the dresser combing
her hair. Little Gwen was suddenly interested in anything
and everything that would put her in close proximity to
her older and very physically developed sister. Crystal
wondered how to keep this very exciting game going. For
some reason that she could not explain, consequences no
longer seemed important.
"Would you like to comb my hair, Gwen?"
Little sister's eagerness was readily apparent in the
quick, nervous movements.
Crystal passed her the brush, and watched the cherubic
face eye her with mounting interest. Her robe was not
tightly sashed, affording little sister excellent
cleavage vistas. As she combed, Gwendolyn was
experiencing more new feelings below her navel. Those
feelings seemed to direct her. It was obvious she was
enthralled and wanted to extend this momentous moment.
Little could she know that Crystal would be more than
willing to oblige her. Seeing her sister's naked bush
minutes ago created a tightness in Gwen's belly. She
definitely found the sight pleasurable. That pussy had
looked so big and grown up to ten year old Gwen.
Crystal made sure that she fidgeted just enough to allow
her movements to gradually open the front of her robe.
She realized that at this angle, Gwen was probably able
to see parts of her areolas! Judging by little Gwen's eye
movements, that is exactly what was happening! Seeing the
expansive brown 'candy-items', caused the pre-teen's
cheeks to redden, and her respiration to increase.
Crystal then noticed how the front of her sister's shirt
distinctly showed two stiff points. 'She's starting to
develop' considered Crystal.
"You know, you're beginning to grow breasts Gwendolyn!"
Sis stopped brushing, and, surprised by that intimate
observation, looked away from the tops of Crystal's robe-
clad woman-sized breasts, and down to her own two
stiffening points.
"They look painfully stiff. Are they?"
Crystal looked into her younger sister's face, waiting
for a response; quite smug with herself for finally
deciding on a wickedly sinful course of action. Gwendolyn
nodded the affirmative.
"Mine get that way too. They are feeling like yours right
now! Would you like to see?"
Again Gwen went back to looking at the tops of her
sister's tits from her vantage point behind her seated
sibling.
"Hey, no fair, you could already see mine!"
Crystal pretended shock as she looked down at her own
chest and 'realized' she was already showing a lot of
skin, and that her little sister had seen a good chunk of
her goods.
"This is so embarrassing! I didn't know my robe had
worked open."
Crystal covered herself up tightly, looking at her
sister's disappointed face.
"You won't tell mom and dad, will you?"
Gwen just shook her head (indicating 'no'). Her hormones
were raging, and she was having hot flashes. Her feelings
overwhelmed her. She had to speak.
"Please... can I see?"
Crystal had been waiting for the bait in her trap to
spring on Gwendolyn.
"Okay. I'll show you, just the one, but only for a
second!"
She slowly and carefully opened half of the robe, showing
her horny little ten-year-old sister her adult sized tit,
with its large brown areola. Her nipple had swelled
appreciably, and Crystal was getting such a rush doing
this to her little sister. Gwen's eyes were wide with
excitement at the sexy sight. Crystal punctuated the
moment by using her free hand to glide over the exposed
breast. First she cupped it from below, giving her voyeur
sister an indication of its weight. Then she squeezed it
and caressed it. Still smiling at the little one, she
finally felt the nipple and areola with her fingertips;
exciting both herself and her admirer.
Gwendolyn had trouble swallowing. The excitement was
almost more than she could bear. Crystal could only take
so much herself, and decided the show was over. She
covered up again, much to her sister's dismay. There was
no way the little one would be able to continue brushing
Crystal's hair with those trembling hands. Nothing sexual
ever happened in this household before; not that the pair
didn't have curiosity about their own as well as each
other's bodies. Gwendolyn thought her sister was pure
perfection. She wanted more of this wonderful show and
tell. But how could Gwen get Crystal to show her more?
Crystal, on the other hand, was at a sexual simmer like
she had been at the Parker residence earlier; only now,
she was in control. Putting the radio on for cover;
moving slowly and deliberately, she wondered if she could
get away with a little more fun with Gwen, and perhaps
even get a little of her own peeking done. The sash
around her waist was getting loose again, showing a fair
amount of skin. The brown hair and hazel eyes contrasted
nicely with the white terry cloth of the robe and the
creamy, even-complexioned skin.
Crystal sat down on the bed and sized up her little
sister. Gwendolyn looked nervous. The once over she was
receiving from Crystal was stripping Gwen bare in a way.
As big sister sat down on the imposing four-poster bed,
she let the bottom of the robe fall open to reveal some
thigh. Gwendolyn looked very interested. Similar hazel
eyes stared back in Crystal's direction, only they were
atop a slightly framed girl of ten with darker and
shorter brown hair. Gwen had pleasant features (though
still quite a short girl), but would probably blossom
nicely in the coming years. Her freckles were becoming.
Crystal thought back on the recent night when she had
gotten almost busted by her mom. She was watching a cable
TV program later than usual while laying on the big bed
in her room. Everyone was still busy after a church
function, but she had somehow snuck away to get ready for
bed. Gwen was already asleep. A show had distracted her
from her intended shower.
Normally, she was not allowed to watch such things, but
she took the chance because her parents were busy in the
basement, and because her curiosity got the better of
her. It was a piece about a stripper. Crystal had found
it fascinating. When 'Angel' had finally begun dancing,
Crystal was mesmerized. She had always wanted to become a
dancer, but knew the family wouldn't approve. That
combination of dancing and stripping had blown Crystal's
little mind. Seeing a naked girl for the first time had
really made her warm inside.
There were strange and unfamiliar feelings bubbling and
churning within her. She almost didn't hear her mother
come up from the basement after the gear from the pancake
breakfast and fundraiser had gotten put away. Crystal
barely had time to turn off the television before her
mother came in snooping. She still hadn't showered, and
was sweaty and flushed in spite of the fact that she had
just killed over 30 minutes by herself.
Mother was suspicious. A long lecture followed, and the
TV curfew had been bumped to 8 PM. Her mother had given
her strange looks that night, and Crystal was very
embarrassed at almost getting caught watching a forbidden
program. How much did her mother know? That was a month
ago. The feelings that Crystal had experienced while
watching the young dancer, lingered. She wanted to be a
dancer! It was all she could do to keep her hands off
herself, after that program.
Reveling in that memory, Crystal began to feel light on
her feet. She stood up, and buoyed by the music on the
radio, she began to dance! Gwendolyn was amused by the
sudden change. She admired the boldness that was now
bursting through Crystal's usually demure personality.
If mom and dad were to catch her, they'd both get their
hides tanned but good! This was not regular dancing. The
chemical compounds now coursed through Crystal's young
flesh and slowly altered her inhibitions and mood. The
extra release of dopamine inflicted by the residual
compounds, had placed the well-developed teen in a grand
mood. This was becoming dirty dancing, and Crystal was
possessed! She simply let all her fears and inhibitions
go and flowed with the music.
Her pace increased, and soon she was dancing like the
real thing. Gwen stared with rapt attention and a broad
smile. Crystal's body had memorized the moves from the
television program well. She found a rhythm, and her feet
barely touched the floor. Soon she was using the bed's
vertical supports like an exotic dancer used a brass
pole. She spun, whirled, and flew with the music; her
audience only her little ten year old sister. It was
impossible to prevent the robe from opening and flashing
the little one. Crystal played on that fact; teasing the
crap out of Gwen, then began to actually strip!
Mr. and Mrs. Waters were kissing madly in the living
room. Years of unreleased and suppressed passions began
spilling over. Fred was wearing only his raging hard-on.
Linda was still clothed, but warming to her husband's
intentions. He almost sucked the woman's tongue out of
her. His strong arms gripped her tighter than necessary.
Suddenly, in a burst of fervor, Fred began tearing
Linda's clothes. One by one, the amorous husband loudly
shore the clothing from the slight redhead.
Linda was still lean after all these years. She had a
hard time reaching her husband's lips because of her
stature, so Fred maneuvered his boner between her legs as
she straddled it. By leaning back, he was able to lift
his light wife off the floor with his huge cock. It was
as if she was riding a horse bareback. Fred noted his
wife was very hot and wet between her legs. Still kissing
and groping at each other, Linda humped the monstrous
tool for pleasure. All reason had been abandoned.
Fred was getting rougher, and Linda was loving it. The
bruise on her temple from her collision with his tool was
virtually forgotten. Her throbbing pain had been replaced
by throbbing ardor. Mr. Waters' pupils became more
dilated. He grabbed his wife by her hair and lifted her
by it off his huge prick. He then leant back even more,
so that his dick aimed high. Linda was enjoying the rough
play. She knew what was coming; she was about to be
impaled like the whore that she wanted to be. Both of
them were now enjoying excessive profanity. Fred guided
his lithe wife over the end of his shaft, relishing in
the added stimulation, and in the control he was
exerting.
Mrs. Waters was becoming dizzy just from looking down at
the menacing prick. She wondered, briefly, if she would
survive today's penal onslaught. Fred began to lower his
wife by her hair. His other arm gripped her waist and
guided her on top of his purple helmet. It began to
penetrate her tight pussy; her lubrication had done it's
job. He pushed her upon his meat-puppet, slowly at first,
then with more force. Linda screamed as it filled her.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the Waters children's bedroom,
newfound lust and freedom were exploding. Crystal's robe
had long since gave away, leaving her 100% naked! Gwen
didn't seem to mind. Crystal had become the
dancer/stripper of her inspired imagination. Gwen was
impressed; impressed by the sexy entertainment, as well
as by the incredible nude sight of her coveted older
sister. She openly stared at the undulating nakedness.
Crystal's breasts were very large for her age, as were
the areolae. Gwen was also moved by her sister's bush, as
she was still follicle-free there. For some reason, she
noticed that Crystal's lovely mound appeared slick. This
condition got progressively worse. Gwen was blown away by
the extremely unlikely and sudden turn of events. She was
beginning to feel serious pulses of a positive-like
energy, emanating from her groin. It felt wonderful and
strange.
Crystal was sweaty and out of breath. She had to stop.
Nevertheless, she was pleased with herself. The teasing
of her sister was fun, but there was more to be done. Her
breathing was rapid; exaggerating the motions of her
magnificent boobage twins. Looking down, she noticed her
nipples had erected epically. The sisters were now seated
on the bed, less than a foot apart. Gwen felt loose
enough to keep staring at her sister's body.
"Do you like my body, squirt? I notice you've been
staring."
Gwen nodded red-faced. Her sister was close enough to
touch. The areolas crinkled as Gwen scrutinized them. She
could feel her sister's heat from a foot away, and also
see the perspiration from her exertion.
"Do they make milk?"
Crystal could see that Gwen was genuinely serious with
her inquiry; silly little girl.
She suppressed a chuckle.
"Why don't you put your lips on one and try."
"Really?"
"Sure, we're sisters, so I guess it's okay. What's mine
is yours. Just don't tell mom and dad. We both know they
wouldn't approve."
Crystal looked at her sister with anticipation. She
placed her hand under her right d-cup and offered it to
Gwen, who was too shocked to move. Crystal turned toward
her sister and gently placed a hand behind Gwen's head,
guiding her to the expectant nipple. Both of them were so
excited about this new intimacy, that they almost passed
out. Crystal shuddered as little Gwendolyn drew near, and
finally enveloped the waiting nipple with her immature
lips. Her eyes closed and she sucked with urgency.
Shortly, her hands came up to help steady the tit. Though
no milk came out, it didn't seem to matter to Gwen.
Crystal was in ecstasy. The titty sucking caused
wonderful stimulus in her body. She now had both her
hands in Gwen's hair, caressing and encouraging her.
Crystal soon began to purr and moan in response to little
sister's oral ministrations. Her hands slowly explored
the youngster's back; doing so subtly, so as not to
frighten her. What sensations!
Downstairs, Fred was fucking the shit out of Linda.
Imagine all those years of marriage, and only two sexual
encounters. The levee was breaking for this couple, and
it would be impossible to change the course of passion
now. Nearly his entire shaft was buried in the tiny wife.
Suddenly, Mr. Waters got the urge to spin his impaled
wife on his prick, like a propeller! He used both hands
to accomplish this. The right hand pushed down, while the
left pushed up.
It was important for Fred to stay on his toes during this
unapproved procedure, otherwise Linda's head could make
unwanted contact with household objects. This unheard of
activity only worked under ideal conditions, which
consisted of a very long cock; a very stiff cock; and a
very straight cock. The sensations were out of this
world, and worth the risk to the woman's head and/or
furniture!
It was time to move this party into the bedroom. Fred
walked carefully up the stairs, his wife still riding his
pony. The hallway was just wide enough to keep spinning
Linda. The radio in the girl's room allowed the parents
to pass their room without advanced warning. A slight
miscalculation caused Mr. Waters to move a little too
close to the door of the girl's bedroom. The part of the
propeller that was Mrs. Waters' head, banged into the
doorknob as she was spun. This caused the door to rapidly
swing open.
"Owww, that smarts!"
Linda was not happy about the unscheduled contact with
the piece of brass. As the door opened, they could not
help but look in. Their little Gwen was sucking the most
gorgeous pair of tits belonging to their oldest daughter!
The sisters had not yet noticed the sudden audience.
Rather than put a belt to the impassioned lovers, Mr. And
Mrs. Just watched. The sight caused the monster-sized
boner to swell more fiercely, and stretch Linda to the
max. Fred needed more stimulation on his prick. He got it
by spinning his wife again; only this time he gave it
more muscle. The combination of his girls in a wanton act
of lesbianism, and the mega tight slot squeezing his
dick, caused an orgasm to well up from his balls and
shake his very soul.
His wife screamed from the violence of her latest spin.
Startled, the girls jumped, breaking their Sapphic bliss.
They too screamed from the surprise; then shock, at what
they were witnessing in the doorway. It was too late
though. Fred was well on the way to a massive spooge. As
he erupted, he let out a guttural scream that could be
heard by neighbors. Ten years of cum in his balls boiled
over. The sheer volume and velocity of the speeding sperm
caused a high-pressure bottleneck in Linda's tiny, tight
box.
A second later she was launched off the rabid erection,
still spinning. Fred felt what could have been gallons of
sperm, pump out of his sweaty impassioned body. Linda
Landed on her head as she hit the floor, trailing arcs of
sperm from her recently overstuffed vagina. She screamed
as she hit the carpet. More jets of jism continued
erupting from her spermicidal maniac husband. He was not
even touching it, but his penis throbbed as he loosened
the remains of his load all over the sprawled body of his
wife. The girls screamed again, scrambling from their
compromising positions.
Fred's reptilian brain had been stimulated to the point
of orgasm. That part of him liked what he had done, and
kept him hard with the plan of what he was about to do!
The tip of the fourteen-inch penis dribbled cum as it
swung and bobbed ahead of him on his way into the girl's
bedroom. The two young daughters screamed again in
unison; one naked the other holding her sister tight.
Jade received kudos on her salad. Jennifer and Astrid
were in their robes again, while Jenna ate casual in
Wrangler's and a loose Western shirt. Jade snickered to
herself, as she remembered how deliciously naked they had
all been only a few hours earlier. Feeling 'bushed' and a
little hung over, Jade made her apologies and retired to
her room to read the 'St. Beave Catholic School for
Girls' handbook.
Once bellies were full, the Parker's went about their
business. Astrid and Jennifer tidied up, did some chores,
and watched some TV. Everyone felt a Deja Vu. Jenna had
this nagging feeling that her dreams had somehow become
prophetic lately, so she kind of moped around the house,
deeply engrossed in her thoughts. When she came upon the
big, overstuffed leather chair (so central in the earlier
debauchery), her mind 'hiccupped' a series of sexy
images. Jenna pushed them away.
Surely, none of these things could have possibly happened
in real life. She bent down and smelled the leather seat.
She wondered why she did that, but her body seemed to
have a will of its own. The smell was interesting. It
excited young Jenna, and more filthy images flashed on
her mind's stage. The stress from all this thinking and
analysis made Jenna yearn for another shot of the Burning
Bush products. Since Jade had thoughtfully (unbeknownst
to them) hidden all of the samples, no one was able to
get their 'Bush' fix that evening; making all a little
edgy.
Astrid and Jennifer wondered if they should tell the
other of their sexy dreams. Jenna was doubly nervous
because school was but a morning away. Alas, one of the
drug's side effects was a need for more sleep. All these
issues would have to wait for another opportunity.
Reading in her room, Jade was really puzzled by the
strange rules and regulations in her handbook.
Eventually, she and Jenna fell asleep without even their
bedtime prep rituals. The day's activities and the side
effects of the Products, took their toll. Morning would
prove colorful, to say the least.
In her dream, Jenna felt her father's presence again.
Though dressed in Arabic-looking clothes, he still wore
his medieval helmet from her earlier dream, and in spite
of the fact that his face was thus hidden, she knew it
was him. It had been ages since he died in that oil war;
she was always happy to see him though, even if in but
her dreams. He hummed a familiar tune to her, as if
trying to get her attention. She knew this tune.
Leave your Tears behind,
Come with [me] and find,
The Pleasures of a Journey,
To the Center of the Mind,
Come along if you care,
Come along if you dare,
Take a ride to the land inside of your Mind,
Beyond the Seas of Thought,
Beyond the Realm of Wont,
Across the Streams of Hopes and Dreams,
Where Things are really Not,
Come along if you care,
Come along if you dare,
Take a ride to the Land inside of your Mind,
But please realize,
You'll probably be surprised,
For it's a land of no demand,
Where Fantasy is Fact,
So if you can,
Please understand,
You might not come back!
(Acknowledgment: "Journey to the Center of the Mind"; Ted
Nugent and the Amboy Dukes)
The song always reminded Jenna of Him. He used to sing it
to her when she was a toddler; though now the words
sounded stifled by the war helmet. Jenna's mind filled in
the weak spots in the melody, and added the music. Quite
handy, the Human Mind. In this particular dream, Bradley
stood at a crossroads; a big 'Y'. He seemed to be aware
that his little girl was out there somewhere, but the war
helm seemed to affect his sight as well as hearing; he
seemed unable to respond to her desperate calls.
It was as if he had developed Alzheimer's or something.
Suddenly, a rushing ocean separated them; and as both
still called out to each other, they eventually faded
from each other's presence as a vast gulf of space and
time drove a wedge between them. Once again, the dream
had turned into a nightmare. Be that as it may, his
presence excited Jenna, and somehow empowered her.
The clock radio insisted it was time to wake for
work/school. Its blaring went unnoticed for a time, and
when it finally made its unwelcome point, Jade cursed
under her breath. They were running late for D-day. It
hardly seemed possible it was morning already. Big sister
stumbled around, taking note that she and Jenn had not
even undressed for bed the night before. She threw a
pillow at little sister, insisting they needed to get
cracking. They moved like corpses from 'Night of the
Living Dead'. In order to save time, they had to share
the bathroom. Luckily, both were too self absorbed with
their personal discomforts to care about privacy issues.
The Parkers cleaned up very well. Uncharacteristically,
Mother was still asleep, and so Jade drove to school in
silence, and this silence was returned by her mute
passenger. Jenna had forgotten to ask where Jade had put
the Products, and her body now felt their void. Both of
them thought about the little colorful bottles of
endorphin producing toiletries. Going without a dose for
almost 24 hours made them irritable and jittery.
Already, a few cars were in the teacher's parking lot.
Both sisters hoped that the first day would not be too
demanding. The building before them was old. The
architecture was European, not Coloradoan in style. All
in all, the edifice had a brooding and masculine aura.
Gothic was not for the faint at heart... or those mired
in the vast middle of architectural mediocrity!
As they entered together, Bertha was there at the metal
detector. The butch security person seemed to be in her
element. Was Jade mistaken, or did their sudden
appearance draw a leery grin from the big dyke (Jade's
'Gaydar' suggested the woman was indeed very gay)? She
tried to avoid eye contact with her. Jenna felt the same
intuitive insights. Head held high, Jade sashayed
confidently through the airport-sized metal detector,
which promptly went off.
"Well, well, our new Gym teacher may be smuggling
contraband! Please step to the side, and hold out your
arms. This is a hand wand; I will need to use this on you
to determine the source of the alarm. Don't worry, it
doesn't hurt a bit!"
The sisters were embarrassed by the sudden and unexpected
insistence of the alarm. Being shy, they just wanted to
blend in their first day. Jade could not imagine what
might have set the damn thing off. Suddenly an
observation struck her; the scanner-wand that was about
to be used on her was not of the typical (phallic)
variety. This was worn like a glove, with a box and dial
pad that sat on the back.
Just as a little warning bell sounded in Jade's brain,
Bertha did exactly what she had feared. She used this
gloved hand, running it over Jade's body. The woman had
little tact. Her touch was rough, and in Jade's opinion,
much too intimate. Bertha even nonchalantly cupped each
breast during her inspection. Jade blushed to the core.
Was that a smile she saw on the big burly guard? Oh well,
it was all in the interest of safety. Better not to have
another Columbine. But, why did the woman use both hands,
when the wand was only on the one?
"Ohhhhh..."
The last feel was a cupping of Jade's pudendum under her
skirt. The moan was involuntary. How thoroughly
embarrassing!
"You're clear to pass, must'ave been a 'falsie'... NEXT!
Let's keep it moving please."
Jenna had not seen all the touching; no... groping, as
she stood behind her sister.
She knew she would not like to be searched by this gruff,
middle-aged woman. Luckily for Jenna, she had no metallic
objects on her whatsoever.
The alarm promptly went off anyway.
"There must be some mistake. I have nothing under my
clothes. Your machine must be improperly calibrated!"
"Step to the side young lady, and spread out your arms. I
am in charge of security, not you!"
The woman's tone had become more authoritative. Jade
cringed at the way her sister played right into the
woman's shoulder that had the chip on it. To her, it was
obvious the bull-dyke had confrontation in mind. She
tried to gesture at her sister to back down, and not
aggravate this woman further. Jenna was too inexperienced
to realize how these games were played.
"Hey..."
Jenna was flabbergasted by the rough handling of her
pristine virgin body. The crazy old broad even grabbed
her breasts! Her t-shirt was tight enough to have made it
obvious that there was nothing illegal hiding under
there. Why couldn't this woman see the logic of it all.
"Hold still little girl. My job depends on my
thoroughness! You wouldn't want anyone smuggling a
nuclear missile in here, now would you? This is for your
own protection."
How ridiculous, thought Jenna. The blonde dyke was
treating her like a child! Admittedly, the woman was
thorough. 'Missile my ass' thought young Jenna. Jade
stood watching her sister get groped from just a few feet
away. The contact of this woman's hands upon her sibling,
bordered on inappropriateness; so why did her cunt just
spill a teaspoon of nectar into her panties just by
watching? Jade wanted to confront the woman, but the big
guard wore one of those orange pins. That meant she
outranked Jade's green pin. The thing to do was to keep
quiet, at least for now, and hope Jenna has enough sense
to do the same.
The fifteen year old was shocked when the woman lifted
the front of her smart looking blue skirt, and cupped her
pantied mons. Yelping, she pushed the woman's hand away
reflexively. Jade watched that in horror. She knew, that
force against force should only be employed when you are
confident that you are the superior force. Clearly, Jenna
was reacting in a typical fashion to the invasion, but it
would cost her.
"If you interfere again, young lady, you will be
disciplined severely! I suggest you stop wasting my time,
or you WILL be punished!"
Bertha had a fistful of the golden blonde's thick hair in
her fist, as she talked at the young woman. Jade was
right on the edge of acting in her sister's defense, when
she became aware of something. It was that damn elevator
music again. She had not even noticed it when they came
in. Strangely, she found herself wanting to obey the big
security guard, even though she vacillated toward anger.
The damn music made her sleepy and agreeable, even though
she generally found this kind of music very irritating.
The undulating, diametric feelings within her really
pissed her off.
"Bend over, I need to check there too. Hurry up you
little brat!"
The security-dyke was disrespectful by all accounts, but
she seemed to be in charge.
Jenna's eyes teared up, but she complied. Jade watched a
wicked smile engulf the big Lesbian's face. Bertha still
pretended to watch the indicators on the mechanical
sensing device, which did not produce any warnings after
feeling up the boyish ass of young Jenna Parker. Jenna
felt an intruding finger slide over her panties, and
between her now moistening pussy lips. Suddenly, Bertha
smacked Jenna's firm rump and spat out an order.
"Looks like you're clean too, now move along, I've work
to do, and next time you use the student entrance."
With that she shoved her forward Jenna almost lost her
balance. Jade seized her sister by the arm, and hurriedly
led her away from this embarrassing scene. As they were
leaving the security area, they heard another teacher set
off the metal detector. They both cringed. The metal
detector obviously caught another potential rule-breaker.
Little did they now it was just a dog and pony show.
Everyone Bertha wanted to grope, set the machine off. It
wasn't even a fully operational metal detector!
Mary, the principal, sat in her top floor office,
clapping her hands at all the fun on the monitors. She
loved being a teaching professional; it was such
rewarding work. Mary watched the sisters part company in
the long hallway, each one going to their respective
destinies. The two females did not discuss what they just
went through.
Jenna went towards the auditorium, while Jade went to the
Gymnasium. Jenna was a little early, so she walked around
a bit, checking out her new daytime home. There was a
posting near the sales booth that listed school sponsored
student jobs. She read the list, and the pay intrigued
her. She is going to need gas money for the Lamborghini!
A job might be just the thing!
The long cool woman behind her studied the fifteen year
old teen with enthusiasm.
What an outline Jenna presented! She wore a medium short
blue dress with pleats.
She presented a delectable outline.
"Looking for a job, honey?"
Jenna was startled, as she did not know anyone was behind
her.
"Yes, actually. Can you recommend one on this list?"
"What's your name, blondie?"
"I'm Jenna, and I'm in 10th grade."
"Okay Jenna. Come see me after your last class. You will
start today as my assistant. My listing is the highest
paid, and the work is relatively easy. The nurse's
station is in the basement. I'll be expecting you. My
name is Shannon Obanyon. Don't be late."
Jenna couldn't wait to tell her sister about the new job!
The morning was a whirlwind of activities for staff and
students. Jade studied her syllabus, and Jenna listened
raptly in the auditorium, to the myriads of rules she was
expected to learn and adhere to. Both sisters were a
little shocked at how small the actual enrollment was.
These would be very intimate classes. Jenna looked around
her frequently, noticing how pretty all her classmates
were. There wasn't an out of shape person there! And the
teachers were all so young and beautiful as well.
Jenna was proud as hell, when her sister came up and gave
her own little orientation speech. When it was time for
Sister Mary, the principal, to give her speech - she
seemed to float as she approached the podium. A lot of
the students visibly shuddered during her address. Jenna
also felt a strange uncomfortableness. This was not a
nice person.
The day sped along; there would be no formal classes
until tomorrow. That made most of the girls smile. On
Jade's mandatory 'to do' list, was getting her student's
statistics; height, weight, and all that kind of stuff.
She put the class full of giggling girls in two columns,
and made them count off. The even numbers went in one
row; the odd in the other. This way, each pair could take
statistics of the other, then trade off again. This was a
model of efficiency, and would save a good deal of time;
time for all to get to know each other. Jade passed out
all the necessary paraphernalia and gave instructions on
taking the statistical data.
It was quite titillating to watch the teen girls with
tape measures around each other's bust lines; an activity
that elicited rampant giggling. The first class was 7th
graders, followed by 8th graders the following period,
and so on. Girls ranged in age from twelve to seventeen.
Jade was thankful she could listen to a different music
station in her Gym, though she still had this feeling of
being watched, and sensed an impending evil; entropy
might describe it best. Still, Jade was an optimist, so
she made the best of it. The girl's were all so cute. Oh
my. It was distracting. Quite a few of their nipples
became erect after the bust measurements. That was nice
to see.
The information gathered today, would serve two purposes.
One reason for the statistics was for 'before and after'
comparisons. The other reason, was for ordering the
little plaid uniforms in the correct sizes. Jade would
need to collate all this of course, before it could be
submitted. She kept an eye on her little sister when the
10th grade girls had their turn. Jenna seemed to be doing
fine, in spite of the incident this morning. Jade had so
much fun this first day. It was as if her students were
more like friends; pretty friends.
Lunch was excellent at the refurbished school. It was not
your typical school fare. On a more disturbing note, Jade
was horrified to see the infamous Burning Bush products
for sale; side by side with paper and pencils. Yes, the
kids were buying. This sort of dashed Jade's hopes that
the school was maybe not involved in the potential
conspiracy. Another disturbing thing, was the required
physicals with the school nurse. The thought of that...
nasty woman, touching her little sister...
Speaking of young Jenna, she now stood in front of the
frosted door of the infirmary; as the day was approaching
a close. Jenna wished she had had time to tell her sister
about the after school job. This could cause a
transportation conflict, so her new car will really come
in handy. She couldn't wait to get it! Timidly, Jenna
knocked. The buzzer sounded, letting her in. The space
had that medicinal smell, but also a pleasant
undercurrent of flower essences; undoubtedly Burning
Bush! The sound system here emitted very upbeat
selections; made one almost want to dance!
Jenna heard voices from the direction of a small adjacent
exam room. One of the voices was definitely the hard-
bodied, redheaded nurse. The other, she did not
recognize. Clearly, nurse Shannon was aware of Jenna's
presence; she would just have to wait her turn, so she
took her time looking around at all the strange
instruments. The infirmary was a stainless steel lover's
dream. One of the tables held a file with Jenna's name on
it. She looked. Inside was a job description for the
position she had apparently stumbled into.
It seemed a lot of her activities would involve cleaning,
polishing and disinfecting the queen of surgical metals
(Stainless). Faint crying sounds distracted her. They
were coming from the exam room. Jenna could not help but
saunter closer to the source. She concentrated on hearing
the conversation; a distraught teacher was spilling her
guts.
"I just didn't know who else to turn to."
"You did the right thing Jane, honey. Anything you tell
me will be held in strict confidence! Now what is
bothering you so much on only your first day of school?"
"I... I don't know how to say it."
"Just take a couple of deep breaths and tell me."
"I can't stay at this school. You see, it's an all girls
school."
"What?"
"I can't teach here. There is something wrong with me."
"Whatever do you mean girl?"
"I think I might be having abnormal desires."
"For Pete's sake Ms. Warner, just come out and tell me
what your fucking problem is!"
Nurse Shannon had a short fuse. She was trying to be
patient with the school's new art teacher, but tact was
not her bedfellow. Jane had started to quietly sob once
again.
"Look, I'm sure I can help you if you just get to the
point."
The lithe blonde was diminutive compared to the tall
redhead. She was afraid to make this confession, but her
conscience would not leave her be. The nurse held her by
the elbows, pretending concern.
"This has never happened to me before, but I think I may
be having improper thoughts towards the students, and
even some coworkers. Oh Ms. Obanyon you've got to help
me, I think I'm harboring lesbian fantasies!"
She broke down again, wetting the hands that covered her
face in shame.
END
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