From ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu Wed Feb 19 08:50:36 1997
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Subject: Cumin' Of Age by T.F.Yank (part 20-22)
From: ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Ray N. Velez)
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Archive-author: T.F.Yank
Archive-title: Thomas- Coming of Age (37 Parts)
From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank)
Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada
Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
you, please hit 'N' or however you abort reading messages on your
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*** W A R N I N G ***
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject
matter offensive.
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Due to the length of the entire story (37 chapters in all), Please
do not ask me to e-mail you any parts that you might have missed.
Comments, criticisms (constructive or not), and even flames are
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-- Chapter Twenty
Thomas walked the two girls to school. Debbie asked how the
tutoring went. Louanne answered it was harder than she thought it
would be. Debbie said she and Tommy were going to a movie Friday
night, and wondered if Lou and Rodge wanted to go too.
"I dunno," Louanne replied.
"Hey, comon," Debbie said. "You have to give the guy another
chance, sometime. And by Friday, everything will be okay again
anyways."
"I wish I felt that certain," Louanne said. "We haven't even talked
since Saturday."
"That's not true. He tried to talk to you yesterday. How is he
gonna beg you to take him back, if you don't give him the chance."
"Is that what you two talked about yesterday?" Louanne asked.
"Doesn't matter what we talked about. What matters is what you're
gonna do. Either give him another chance, or break it off.
Personally, I think you'd be making a big mistake, if you don't make up
with him."
"Make up with him? After what he did? You got to be kidding."
"Aw, comon, Lou. I know you won't tell me exactly what happened.
But it couldn't have been that bad. Comon, Rodge is so cool. No way
he could have done anything that bad."
"How can you assume that, if you don't know what happened?" Thomas
asked Debbie.
"Hey comon. Don't you start ganging up on the poor guy, too. How
do you know he did something that bad? Were you there?"
"Well, no. But if Louanne says he did, why don't you believe her?"
"I ain't doubting her. Really, Lou, I ain't. It's just I know you.
And I know you kinda think some things are worse than they really are."
"I give up," Louanne said. "You always bring everything back to
sex."
"I do not!" Debbie protested.
"You damn well do to," Louanne snapped back. "Someday, you'll learn
there is more to a relationship than just making out. If he really
loved me, he wouldn't ask me to do stuff that I don't like to do."
"Well, maybe the real problem is you don't love him. Cause if you
did, you'd want to do stuff like that. Want to show him just how much
you really care about him," Debbie argued.
"Shit, have you and Rodger been practising your speeches together,
or something? Okay, maybe you're right. Maybe I would do some stuff
for him I wouldn't normally do."
"But it's a two way street. If he really loved me, he would
understand there are things I don't like. Or times when I'm not in the
mood. What do you think, Tommy?" Louanne asked.
"Well, I dunno," Thomas said.
"Comon, Tommy. Louanne is looking for another guy's opinion. Is
she wrong? Or am I?" Debbie demanded.
"I don't think either of you are wrong," he answered evasively.
"Shit! Comon, Goody-two-shoes, tell us what you really think,"
Debbie taunted.
"Well, I . . . er . . . I don't know. Lou's right to expect not to
be forced to do things she doesn't want. But you're right when you say
a person wants to do stuff for the person he loves. But no one should
force another person to do stuff they don't want to do."
"Like you never have?" Debbie asked.
"Of course not!" he said. "I'd never do that."
"Oh yeah? What about me and Saturday?"
"I never forced you to do any of that stuff on Saturday."
"You damn well did too. Don't you remember what happened when I
came back downstairs after talking to my dad?"
"What? We fooled around a bit more. But that was all. I didn't
force you to do anything."
"Yes you did. I wanted to get home before I got into trouble. And
you wouldn't let me go. Instead, you ignored what I wanted and did
what you wanted."
"But I thought you liked it. You didn't stop me."
"And the worse part was you didn't even do it for me," Debbie said
accusingly.
"But I did. I wanted to make you . . . er . . . you know."
"No you didn't. You did it because you knew I couldn't refuse.
Knew I wouldn't refuse you anything. Not after what we had done and
said."
"But I did do it for you. Why else would I do it?"
"To show off. You think I didn't know what was going on? You were
just using me to see if you could get Louanne turned on too. I'm not
that stupid."
Thomas reddened. He had been trying to see how Louanne would react.
But he hadn't meant to do something wrong. And he never meant to force
Debbie to do something she hadn't wanted to do.
"I'm sorry, Debbie. Really I am. I didn't mean to . . ."
"If you knew what he was doing, why did you let him?" asked Louanne.
"What was I going to do? Make a big scene? But like I said, I
couldn't very well refuse him after what we had already done. And
besides, I knew you were watching. I thought it might do you good to
see what it was like."
"You knew she was watching?" Thomas asked.
"Sure. And we were getting to her too," Debbie laughed. "At one
point, I thought she was gonna join us. Instead, she chickened out and
ran upstairs."
Turning to Louanne, Debbie added, "I thought maybe you went upstairs
to play with yourself."
"I did no such thing. I simply went upstairs to get your stuff. I
figured someone had to do it since you had other things on your mind at
the time."
"Bullshit! You could hardly take your eyes off of us. Comon, admit
it. It turned you on, didn't it?" Debbie continued to tease. "Maybe
you'd like me to loan you Tommy for a while. You'd find out what
you're missing real quick like."
Both Louanne and Tommy started to protest. Debbie laughed and ran
on ahead.
Louanne and Tommy looked at one another, embarrassed. Tommy started
to say something.
"Look, I don't care what she says," Louanne blurted out. "It wasn't
like that at all. You've got to believe me."
"It's okay. She's only teasing. I know you'd never do anything
like that," Thomas replied. "I guess I'm the guilty one. I was kinda
showing off. I know I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry."
Debbie called to them, "Are you two coming? Or, are you planning on
skipping school today? I'm sure Tommy would be glad to show you what
it's all about, if you want, Lou?"
Louanne and Tommy caught up to Debbie. She was laughing so hard,
tears were running down her face.
"I don't think it's all that funny," Louanne said.
"Nor do I," added Thomas.
"Oh, comon, you two," Debbie said, still laughing. "I was only
kidding. Besides Lou, you'll have all you can handle with Rodger.
Once you show him what to do."
"Fat chance with that. He's not even waiting for me this morning,"
Louanne said, as they approached the school.
"After the way you treated him yesterday, what do you expect?"
Debbie asked. "Maybe now you'll listen to me when I say you have to
let him know you're still interested. We'll probably see him at
lunchtime anyways."
Debbie and Thomas headed into the building. Louanne hung back for a
moment. Looking around and feeling disappointed, she wondered where
Rodger was.
-- Chapter Twenty-One
"Look, never mind who she is," Rodger said to Dale. "I'll tell you
tonight. Just make sure you're there no later than 6:30."
"Yes, but Rodge, I don't think I could just fuck anyone. I kinda
need to know them, know what they're like."
"Bullshit. How the fuck would you know. Shit, you ain't even had a
girl give you a decent blowjob. You'd fuck anything that wore a skirt,
and beg for a second chance."
"I dunno, Rodge. She could have a disease or something. I don't
want to take any chances."
"Look, do you want to lose your cherry or not? I'm trying to do you
a favor. But if you ain't interested?"
"No! I'm interested. I just wanted to know who she was, that's
all. She'll really take care of both of us, tonight? Suck us off and
everything?"
"Don't worry about that. She'll do anything I want, and then some.
And you ain't gotta worry about catching anything. She's clean, I'm
sure of it."
"Well, if you say so. But I still don't understand why you won't
tell me who she is? Is it Ellen? Or maybe Carol?"
"If you don't stop this shit, you'll end up fucking your hand again.
I'll tell you who she is tonight. Now remember what I said about when
and where? And what you're to do."
"Yeah sure. I meet you at the shed, in back of the Bartlet place,
at 6:30. I'm to hide in the shed and not to make a sound, or show
myself until you give me the signal. Right?"
"Right. Now don't say a word to anyone about this. Don't want
someone else trying to horn in on our actions, do we?"
"Of course not. But I don't understand why I have to hide."
"Like I said before, she hasn't agreed to do us both. Just me. But
I know once she gets hot, she'll want to party. And if she doesn't,
we'll just have to persuade her a bit."
"Persuade her? You ain't gonna do anything of that rough shit
again, are you? The last time you pulled that crap, you almost got
busted. I don't want any part of that stuff."
"This time it'll be different. Trust me. This slut likes it rough.
It makes her real hot. And the hotter she is, the more she'll want to
make sure we're both taken care of. Just think, everything you ever
wanted a girl to do to you, or you wanted to do to her."
"Hell, I'll be happy if she just sucks me off. And of course I
wanna get laid, too."
Rodger chuckled. "You're too easy to please. But just watch me and
you'll learn everything else there is to know. Now remember, not a
word to anyone."
"Sure Rodge. You know me. I'd never say anything. Shit, don't
know how I'm gonna make it through the day, though. I've already got a
hard-on that won't quit."
They hurried to school, each lost in his own little fantasy of what
was going to happen that night.
--- *** ---
Debbie ran into Rodger between classes. As this was one of the few
times she and Louanne didn't go to the same class, she knew it was no
accident.
"Hi," Rodger said as he started walking beside her.
"Hi. I was wondering when you would see me today?" Debbie said.
"Well, I didn't want anyone to get any ideas, like you said last
night. So I decided this would be the best way. I found a place we
could go to tonight. You know the old Bartlet place?"
"Yeah sure. Is that where you want to meet?"
"Yeah. Well kinda. I thought we could meet at the old shed behind
the place. That is, if you still want to meet?"
"Of course I do. Why would you think I wouldn't?"
"Well, after the way I acted yesterday, I could understand if you
didn't. I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what came over me."
"Hey, that's okay. And the old shed is okay, too. You said seven?"
"Yeah, seven. And Debbie, I really appreciate this."
"If you really want to show me how much you appreciate it, you had
better start letting Louanne know how much she means to you. I think
you should try and see her during lunch, don't you?"
"I will. I was intending to anyways. I was gonna ask her if she
wanted to go to a movie or something, Friday night."
"Hey, that's a good idea. You two can double with Tommy and me.
That way, she won't feel threatened or anything like that."
"That sounds great. I'll let you know how I make out tonight when
we meet. I'll see you then, okay?"
"Sounds good to me. But don't forget to bring your learning cap.
You have a few things to learn tonight."
"Oh, I will, you can count on it," Rodger said. He watched her walk
to her class. As she disappeared into the room, he thought, "And I
have a few things to teach you too, you fucking slut."
--- *** ---
Thomas met Debbie and Louanne at lunchtime. They headed out to the
playing field to watch the practice game. Before they got to the
field, Rodger met them.
"Lou, can I speak to you for a moment," he asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "I was going to watch the game."
"I won't take long, I promise. I just need to talk to you," Rodger
pleaded.
"Go on. Either give him a second chance, or tell him goodbye. You
can't keep him hanging like that forever," Debbie whispered in her ear.
"Well, I guess it would be okay," Louanne said.
"We'll see you later," Debbie said as she pulled Thomas away from
them.
Louanne was about to call them back. She didn't really feel
comfortable being alone with Rodger.
"She'd make a good matchmaker, don't you think?" Rodger asked,
breaking the silence between them.
"She seems to think so," Louanne replied. "She thinks I'm making a
big mistake by not forgiving you."
"Well she's wrong there," Rodger said quickly. "You probably
shouldn't forgive me. Least ways, not yet. But I would appreciate it
if you'd give me a chance to try to make up. What I did was
unforgivable, I know."
"If you know that, why do you keep asking me for another chance?"
Louanne demanded, feeling angry.
"Look, I know what I did was terrible, unforgivable. But I also
know I can't live without you. I can't sleep. I can't eat. All I can
think of is you. I'll do whatever you ask. You want me to . . . er .
. . you know, do you? I'll do it. Nothing else. You don't have to do
anything in return."
"I won't touch you anywhere you don't tell me to do. If you don't
want to do anything, that's okay too. All I want to be is close to
you. I love you, Lou. Any way you want it, is all I ask. Please,
just give me second chance. Please, Lou?"
Louanne had never seen Rodger this upset before. She was sure he'd
start crying in another minute. The pain, so clearly visible on his
face, shot right through her heart. She had a powerful urge to reach
out and hold him tightly in her arms.
"I don't know Rodger," she said with some difficultly. "You really
frightened me. I'm afraid of you now."
"Maybe we need to go slow," Rodger suggested. "Maybe we could start
over again. What if we kinda double dated or something. You wouldn't
have to be alone with me."
"Well maybe. Debbie and Tommy are going to the movies Friday
night," she offered.
"You think they'd mind if we tagged along?" he asked. "I'd walk you
home after, if you wanted. And I promise no funny stuff afterwards,
not even a good night kiss, unless you wanted to."
"I don't know," Louanne said feeling confused. Her heart wanted him
so bad. She wished they were alone so she could just hold him in her
arms. But her brain screamed a warning, frightened of what might
happen if they were alone again. "I need some time to think about it,"
she said softly.
"Take all the time you need, Lou. I don't want you to feel rushed,
under pressure. I know I've lost your trust. And I'm really scared I
might never win it back. But you have to believe me when I say I love
you. Well actually you don't. But I'm begging you to at least give me
another chance."
With that, Rodger dropped to his knees in front of her, and said,
"Please Lou? Just one chance?"
Louanne was horrified by what he was doing. People were staring at
them. "Get up from there this instance. My God, Rodger, what do you
think you're doing? You're embarrassing me. Stop that. Please
Rodger, don't"
He slowly got up off his knees. She thought how he looked like a
lost puppy. She wanted to say yes. Yes, they could go out Friday
night. Yes, she still loved him. But she still had a nagging feeling
in the back of her mind. A feeling which suggested caution.
"I promise I'll think about it, Rodger. Right now, that's all I can
promise," she said with mixed feelings.
"I understand. You have to sort out your feelings about me. Decide
which is stronger, your love for me, or your fear of me. I guess
asking to walk you home after school wouldn't be such a good idea right
now?"
"No, I don't think it would. But I will make a promise to let you
know about Friday night, tomorrow."
"No!" he protested. "That's too soon. Wait until Friday. Tell you
what. If you decide yes, wait for me in front of the cafeteria. If I
don't see you waiting there, I'll know you decided not to give me
another chance. I'll know I screwed everything up. That way, you
won't have to face me if the answer is no. And I'll know it's over
between us."
"Lou, you have to believe me. If you decide to dump me, I'll
understand. No hard feelings, no scenes in public. I'll accept your
decision, whatever it is, without an argument. I promise you that."
"But if there is even the tiniest spark of love left in your heart
for me, I pray that somehow I can learn to fan it into a blaze. A
blaze so strong, that the two of us will forever be bound by the heat
of it's love. Goodbye Lou. My heart is in your hands now. Do with it
what you will."
Rodger turned slowly and walked away, leaving her standing there.
Her heart felt as if it would explode. She felt her breath catch in
her throat as a sob came out of no where.
"Oh God, I do love you, Rodger," she cried inwardly. "I don't want
to live without you either. Maybe Debbie was right. I guess I have
been over reacting. All I want is for you to hold me."
"I don't care if you won't do stuff to me. And I don't really care
if you expect me to do stuff either. Just as long as we can be
together. Just as long as we love one another. Nothing else really
matters."
Louanne suddenly realized if she didn't do something, she would
start crying. Rubbing her watery eyes, she went looking for Debbie and
Tommy.
--- *** ---
Debbie was trying to explain things to Tommy. "You don't
understand. Rodger has really changed. He's really sorry about what
he did to Lou. And he really wants a chance to show Lou he's changed.
She's got to give him that chance. For her own sake, she has to."
"I don't know," he replied. "I heard him telling Dale how they were
gonna mess around with some girl. That doesn't sound like a guy upset
about losing his girl to me."
"Sure it is. He was just trying to bury his pain. Besides, he has
needs too, you know."
"Only animals give in to their needs like that," Thomas replied,
disgusted.
"Oh, you've never tried to imagine what it would be like with
certain girl? You've never wanted to fool around with someone?"
"Okay, maybe I have. But not any more. I love you. And I don't
need anyone else now," he said, hoping to get her to change the topic.
"Bullshit. Tell me you haven't imagined what it would be like with
Louanne. Tell me you weren't thinking about her that time at her
place."
"I didn't, really. Okay, maybe I teased her a little. But I wasn't
thinking about what it would be like with her. I don't want anyone but
you.
Thomas reddened as he remembered how he had compared the two girls,
that day in class.
Taking his hand, and holding it tightly, she said, "Hey, it's okay.
It's only human to think about stuff like that. And besides, I don't
mind if you did. I know as long as I keep you happy, you won't leave
me."
"And even if you did, I know you'd come back to me. Because I'll
make sure you get whatever you want from me. Remember that. Whatever
you want. Wherever and whenever you want it."
She pulled him to her and kissed him. Her hand reached for his
crotch and she squeezed his penis.
"Besides, we both know she'd never suck you off like I do. Want me
to do you now? We could sneak under the bleachers, right now, if you
want?" She gave his penis another squeeze.
"No! Don't! Please Debbie, not here."
"Comon," she offered, "Let's check out the bleachers. I've got a
terrible urge to taste you again. You don't have to go anywhere else
to get what I have in mind."
Debbie gave his now hardening shaft one more squeeze, and started to
pull him toward the bleachers.
"Please Debbie. Not now. Not here. I don't really want to," he
protested.
"Hey, where are you two headed?" Louanne said as she approached
them.
"Er . . we're were just going to head back inside," Thomas said,
feeling relieved.
"Like hell we were," Debbie said, disappointedly.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Louanne said seeing the look
on Debbie's face.
"No! No, you're not interrupting anything," Thomas said, a bit too
quickly.
"You sure did," Debbie countered. "But I guess it's too late now
anyways. By the way, how'd you make out with Rodger? You two decide
to give it another try?"
"Well, I think so," Louanne answered. "He asked if I'd go to the
movies with him Friday. Kind of a double date with you two."
"And did you say yes?" Debbie asked.
"I told him I needed sometime to think about it. We agreed I'd let
him know Friday during school."
"But you're gonna say yes, ain't you?"
"I think so. I really don't know any more. When he first started
talking to me, I'd have said no. But when he left, I had all I could
do to keep from shouting yes. And now that I've had some time to think
about it, I'm not so sure. Oh Debbie, I feel all confused."
"Well it won't hurt to keep him hanging a bit. And you should go
out with him again. Just to see what you feel like when you two are
alone."
"And to see how he behaves when you're alone with him. Worse comes
to worse, Tommy and I can walk you home after the movie. So you really
have nothing to lose."
"I hope you're right. I hope I'm not making a big mistake," Louanne
said just as the bell rang.
-- Chapter Twenty-Two
Rodger wondered when Dale would show up. He had told the idiot to
be here at 6:30. It was now almost 6:40 and still no sign of the
bastard. As he turned to head back inside the shed, he saw Dale
running up the path.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded as Dale nearly collided
into him.
"I'm sorry, Rodge. I got stuck cleaning up after supper. I got
here as fast as I could. Is she here yet? I'm not too late, am I?"
"Get your fucking ass inside there. Shit, if she shows and sees
you, everything will be ruined. I'm having second thoughts about you
being here at all, now."
"Ah comon, Rodge. I said I was sorry. Besides you promised me I
was gonna get laid today. Who is she? If I'm gonna see her soon
anyways, you might as well tell me who she is."
Rodger pushed Dale inside the shed. He led him over to where
several large boxes were stacked next to a work table. He shoved him
roughly behind the boxes.
"Now get down there. I don't want to see or hear you. If you fuck
this up, I swear I'll beat the fucking shit out of you. You
understand?"
"Hey! That hurt," Dale complained, as he rubbed his leg where it
had banged into the table. "You don't have to do that shit. Don't
worry, I'll be quiet. You won't even know I'm here. But comon, Rodge,
who's the girl? I wanna know who she is?"
"Debbie," Rodger answered, glancing nervously at the open door.
"No shit? Debbie? God, you think she'll suck us off? Betcha if
she does, she'll swallow it."
"Sure," Rodger said. "We already know she loves to swallow the
shit. But blowjobs ain't the only things she'll do."
"I hope not. I've dreamed about fucking those big tits of her's.
Thinks she'll do that too? Do you, Rodge?"
"Why would you want to fuck her tits, when you could be fucking her
cunt? You're here to get laid, ain't you?"
"Well . . . sure, I guess. It's just that I've always wanted to
lose myself in those tits. God, they're so big. Sandy's are so small.
Hell, I almost have bigger tits than she has. But Debbie. Now she'
got a pair I could party with forever."
"You'll get to do all of that, tonight. That's if you don't fuck
things up. Now get down there, and make sure you ain't seen. She
should be coming almost any minute now."
"Okay, no sweat. Like I said before, you won't even know I'm here.
But Rodge? If she's gonna do us both, why do I have to hide? And how
will I know when it's time to come out?"
"I'll let you know, don't worry. Debbie doesn't realize she's doing
us both, just yet. But don't worry. Once the bitch gets all hot and
bothered, she'll beg to take us both on."
"And Dale, just one other thing. She likes it rough sometimes. So
if you see us doing stuff, don't worry."
"Stuff? What stuff?" Dale asked, feeling a little unsure.
"You know, stuff. Sometimes she likes being slapped around.
Sometimes she likes to pretend she being raped. If that happens, don't
worry. Just play along with her, okay?"
"Gee, I don't know, Rodge. It sounds a bit weird to me. Maybe this
ain't such a good idea."
"Fuck, don't back out on me now. Look, if you don't want to do
anything, just stay hidden. But I think you're a damn fool to pass up
this chance. You wanna stay a virgin the rest of your life, that's
okay by me. You do what you want, but make sure you don't fuck things
up for me."
Dale hid behind the boxes. He wondered what Rodger had gotten him
into. He watched as Rodger spread a blanket on the floor near one of
the large poles supporting the roof. Rodger sat on the blanket with
his back against the pole, facing the door.
Rodger was feeling nervous. What if she doesn't show, he wondered.
Or that fucking asshole over there shows his ugly face? He reached in
his back pocket for Snake. The cool feel of the handle helped calm his
nerves.
She'll show. The fucking cunt can't wait to get fucked. And
fucked, she'll get tonight. He absentmindedly rubbed his hardening
penis, as he imagined Debbie beneath him. His throbbing cock ramming
her wet cunt as she begged him to fuck her faster and harder.
His body tensed as he heard someone outside. Sitting perfectly
still, he waited for whoever it was to approach the opened door. His
breath caught in his throat when he saw her darkened silhouette framed
by the bright sunlight outside.
"Rodge? Rodger? Are you here?" Debbie called in a low voice. She
entered, unable to see clearly in the dimness of the shed.
"Rodger? Are you here?" she said, a bit more forcibly.
"Hi Debbie. I'm glad you showed up. I wasn't sure if you would,"
Rodger said, once she was half way across the room.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, startled by his voice. "I almost didn't see
you there. It sure is dark in here."
"You'll get use to it after a few minutes. I can see you without
any trouble. It's just when you come in from outside."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I can see you a lot better know. Is
that a blanket you're sitting on?"
"Yeah, I brought it along in case. I didn't want you getting dirty
or anything like that. Besides, the floor is cold. Thought it might
be more comfortable this way."
"He so thoughtful," she thought. "If Lou only knew how much she's
making a mistake." Debbie sat down opposite Rodger. They sat there,
looking at one another, neither sure how to start.
Rodger ran his eyes over her body. He loved the way her big tits
strained against her tee shirt. And her tight jeans. "God," he
thought, "they're so tight you can almost see her cunt lips."
He felt his now fully erect cock twitch in response, and casually
covered his bulge with his hands. For a brief moment, he felt unsure.
"Maybe I shouldn't be doing this?" he questioned.
But just then Debbie straighten her shirt. And in doing so, pulled
it more tightly across her breasts. Watching the twin globes push even
harder against the thin fabric, he involuntarily rubbed his now
throbbing shaft.
"Thanks for coming, Debbie," he managed to blurt out. "I dunno
though. Maybe after yesterday, we shouldn't meet like this."
"Now don't start that again," she replied. "What happened yesterday
was just an accident. We both know it didn't mean anything. And if
I'm not upset about it, you shouldn't be either."
"Yeah, but . . ." Rodger protested.
"No buts. Look you need help getting Lou back. And I want to help.
So let's forget about yesterday. The only thing that's important is
you and Lou. Maybe you thought I was coming on to you yesterday. And
maybe I was, a bit. But I don't expect anything for helping you.
Really I don't"
"She really wants it," he thought. "If I play my cards right,
she'll think it's all her idea. Just be careful and don't fuck things
up," he cautioned himself.
"You're really sweet, Debbie. It ain't fair, my taking advantage of
you like this. If there was any other way I could get Lou back, I
would. I feel terrible about how I treated her."
Debbie saw the pain in his face. She wanted to hold him, and
somehow ease the pain.
"Maybe you should tell me what happened?" she asked. "Lou wouldn't
tell me all the details."
"Do I have to? I'm not proud of what I did."
"If I'm going to help at all, I need to know what the problem is. I
won't judge you. I need to know so, maybe, I can come up with a way to
fix things."
He wondered how much to tell her. How would she react if she knew
how much he was turned on by treating Louanne like that. Or how she
would respond when he did the same thing to her.
"Well, I kinda got a little carried away when we were at Dale's on
saturday."
"I know that much. But what did you do to her?"
"Well, I kinda made her do something. Look, Debbie, I really don't
want to talk about this. Do we really have to? Can't we just talk
about what I have to do to get her back?"
"I know this is painful for you, Rodger. I can tell you're a real
sensitive guy. But I need to know what you did and why? If you don't
understand why you did what you did, how can you expect to change? How
can we plan how you're gonna get her back?"
"Well if I have to. I kinda forced her to go down on me."
"How? And why? Comon Rodge. Stop trying to avoid the issue."
"Damn, you're tough. Okay. I forced her to suck me off. We were
necking, and suddenly I had this real big hard on. It felt like I was
gonna die if I didn't get off."
"I dunno. But lately Lou doesn't seem to like to do much more than
neck. Oh, we've done stuff like that before. But she does it less and
less. She obviously doesn't love me like she used to."
"Of course she still loves you," Debbie protested. "But love is a
two way street. Maybe she just wants some attention, too. She has
needs too. But we'll talk about that later. Right now, finish telling
me what you did."
"I tried to get her to rub it. But she wouldn't. But when I felt
her hand on me, I guess I kinda went crazy. I grabbed her hand and
made her rub it. I tried to get her hot. I started licking and
kissing her . . . er . . . breasts. Yeah, her breasts."
"But that didn't seem to work. She kept fighting me. I didn't know
what to do. I mean there I was in pain. And she wouldn't do anything.
So I kinda forced the issue."
"And how did you do that?
"I don't know why I did what I did. I kind of went crazy. You have
to understand, I'm not usually like that. But suddenly all I could
think of was my own needs. It was like I was a completely different
person."
"You're avoiding the question again," Debbie said. "We can talk
about why after. Right know, all I want to know is how. How did you
force her?"
"I choked her. I grabbed her throat and made her take out my cock .
. . er . . . I mean penis. Then I pushed her face down in my lap and
forced my . . . er . . . penis in her mouth."
"I kept squeezing her neck and forced her head up and down on me
until I came. And when she tried to get up, I held her down until I
was finished. And when she tried to spit it out, I forced her to
swallow it."
"How?" Debbie asked, horrified, and yet fascinated by what she was
hearing.
"I held her head so she couldn't move. And then I covered her mouth
and nose with my hand so she couldn't breathe. She had no choice but
to do what I wanted her to do."
"My God, Rodger. No wonder she's scared of you. How could you have
done something like that? Why would you have done it? Did it turn you
on?"
"That's the part that frightens me. I was kinda turned on watching
her. Knowing she was frightened. But that wasn't why I did it."
Debbie shivered, thinking how Louanne must have felt. Not being
able to breathe, feeling pain as he squeezed her neck tighter. It must
have been awful.
"But why, Rodger? Why would you have done such a terrible thing?"
"You don't understand. If you only knew how she makes me feel when
we're together. How much I enjoy it when she does that to me. And
it's like, all of a sudden, she won't any more."
"When we were necking, and she refused to touch me there, I dunno, I
just saw red. It was like I was losing her. And if I was, I had
nothing more to lose. In all the time we went out, she'd never do it,
never let me come in her mouth. She'd never swallow it."
"I know this sounds crazy, but getting her to do that became
important. I couldn't understand how she could say she loved me, but
still refused me that. Shit, other girls do it, why wouldn't she?
Like I said, it doesn't really make any sense. But that was how I felt
then."
Debbie sat there, stunned. If anyone else had told her what Rodger
just admitted to doing, she would have thought they were lying. But
she knew Louanne was scared of him. And now she knew why.
"But he seems really sorry," she thought. "And if he'll listen to
what I say here, I'm sure he'll change. And if he does what he should
to Louanne, she shouldn't mind as much doing what he likes."
"Why did you feel Louanne didn't love you any more?" she asked.
"Like I said, she didn't seem as interested in fooling around like
she used to. Hell, when we first started going out together, we would
spend hours making out."
"I think it was our fourth date, when Lou first went down on me. It
got so that any time we could find a place alone somewhere, she'd do
it. But the last month or so, I'd have to beg her to do it."
"Ever think it might have been because she wasn't enjoying it?"
Debbie asked. "Maybe she felt you didn't love her?"
"Of course I loved her. I still do. Why would she feel like that?"
"Maybe it was because of stuff you wouldn't do for her. You wanted
her to do it to you because it made you feel good. But did you make
her feel good in return?"
"I tried. But she never really seemed to enjoy it."
"You tried? How? What exactly did you do?"
"Well I'd kiss and lick her, er, breasts. And sometimes, I'd rub
her c. . . her, er . . ."
"Pussy?" Debbie suggested.
"Yeah, her pussy. Anyways, I'd rub it for her. At first, she
seemed to like it when I did it. But after awhile, she stopped letting
me."
"Did you ever finger-fuck her?"
"Did I what?"
"You know, stick your finger in her pussy. Did you?"
"She let me a couple of times. But she always complained I was
hurting her, or I was too rough. The same thing when I tried to play
with her breasts. She was always saying I was too rough."
"After a while, I just stopped. She never liked it when I tried to
do stuff to her anyway."
"Did you ever try to eat her? You know, just using your mouth and
tongue?"
"We did that once. But I felt foolish. And it didn't seem to get
her all that excited anyhow."
"How long did you do it?"
"I dunno. I wasn't timing myself," Rodger replied, feeling
irritated with all her questions.
"Comon Rodger, think. How long? A minute? Two?"
"I guess about a minute. But what does that have to do with
anything?"
"And when someone sucks you off? How long does it take you to cum?"
"How the hell should I know? I don't carry around a stop watch."
"Five minutes? Ten?"
"I guess that sounds like it. It really depends on how excited I
am. And how good the girl is."
"Exactly. When you're really turned on, you shoot right off, don't
you? But if you ain't, or the girl doesn't know what she's doing, it
takes longer, don't it?"
"I guess so. I never thought of it like that before."
"I'm finally getting through to him," she thought. Debbie's hand
shot out and grabbed Rodger by the crotch. She squeezed hard.
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. "What the fuck do you think you're
doing. God you're hurting me. Let go, damn it!"
"Sorry," she said, as she quickly withdrew her hand. "Did that feel
good?"
"Are you out of your fucking mind? You nearly tore my fucking balls
off, and you ask me if it felt good?"
Debbie again reached out with her hand.
"Get away from me. You're fucking crazy," Rodger said as he tried
to move away from her.
"No! Don't worry. I promise I won't hurt you this time." Her hand
gently touched him. She rubbed the area she had hurt. She caressed
and stroked his testicles. "Does that feel better?" she asked.
"Don't. Please Debbie."
"Does it? And when I do this?" She located his shaft and gently
squeezed it.
"Please Debbie. If you only knew what you're doing to me."
"But I do. See, when I do this gently, it turns you on. But if I
do this." Again she squeezed his testicles.
"Shit! Get the fuck away from me," he screamed as he tried to tear
her hands away.
"Don't you see?" she asked. "When I'm gentle, you like it. But if
I'm rough, it doesn't turn you on. Just like what you did to Lou."
"You mean, all the time I was trying to get her hot, she was turned
off?"
"You got it. And if I did this for a minute or two." Again she
caressed his shaft. "And then stopped, how would you feel afterwards?"
"I'd feel good."
"After I stopped? But if I didn't do anything else, would you still
feel good?"
"Probably not, I guess."
"And that's how Lou felt after you only ate her for a minute or two.
How did you expect her to get excited that way. Besides it takes girls
longer. You have to learn to be more gentle. And more patient."
Debbie again reached for his shaft. Rodger stiffened at her touch.
She traced the outline of his harden cock through his pants.
"Please Debbie. Don't! We shouldn't," he pleaded.
"Does it feel good?" she asked.
"Yes. God, yes. But . . ."
"Why? Why does it fell good?"
"Because you're being gentle?" he replied.
"You're learning. But there's another reason, too. What do you
think that is?"
"Please Debbie, will you stop it. I can't think straight. Don't
tease me like this."
"That's it. Don't you see?"
"I can't see anything. Please take your hand away. Please!" he
begged.
"Oh sorry," she said as she removed her hand from his now fully
enlarged shaft. Up to this moment, she had been watching the emotions
on his face. She glanced to where her hand had just been. "My God,"
she thought, "he's huge."
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Rodger said, as he squirmed
uncomfortably. "I know you mean well, but this just isn't working
out."
"Hey, don't quit now," she argued. "Look at the progress you've
made already."
"Progress? What progress? All I got is a hard-on that won't quit.
And no way to get rid of it."
"You've made a lot of progress. You've learned you have to be
gentle. That being rough isn't the way to turn a girl on. You've
learned it takes patience. You can't expect Lou to get all hot just
because you play with her a little bit."
"And you learned that, sometimes, you need to tease a bit. You
know, play with her for awhile before you do anything else. If this
was you and Lou, and she went down on you now, how long would it be
before you came? A minute? Two?"
"Shit. I'd probably come the moment her lips touch me."
"Exactly. The same thing applies to Lou. If you played with her
titties and pussy like that, she'd come a lot quicker when you finally
went down on her."
"Fat chance I'll ever have of doing that," Rodger said,
despondently. "She hardly even talks to me, let alone allow me to
touch her again."
"You have to prove to her you've changed. You need to show her she
doesn't have to be afraid any more."
"Yeah, right. And how do I do that?"
"Look, Lou still loves you, I know she does. But after what you
did, she's afraid. Afraid you'll hurt her again. So now you have to
extra careful, extra gentle. You have to take it extra slow."
"Like Friday night. Treat her like she's a fragile piece of glass.
When you kiss her, do it slowly, softly. Touch her face, her neck,
lightly. Don't squeeze her. If she lets you hold her, pretend she's
an egg. Hold her tenderly, not hard."
"I don't know if I can do something like that," Rodger said,
"Sometimes, I don't know my own strength."
"Sure you can. Here," she said as she moved closer, "pretend I'm
Lou. Place your arms around me."
Rodger wrapped his arm around Debbie and pulled her closer. "No.
Don't pull on her. Let her be the one to move closer. If she doesn't
want to, don't force her. Now try it again."
Debbie moved back a little as Rodger again placed his arms around
her. "If she won't move closer to you, try moving closer to her. But
slowly, so she doesn't feel threatened."
Unsure what she meant, Rodger edged closer.
"Yeah, like that. Like you're not sure if she'll let you. That way
she feels like she still has some control over what's happening. If
she moves away, or pushes you away, let her. Change your approach if
you have to."
"Change my approach? I don't understand."
"Gently caress her arm. Or her neck. Do something to keep contact.
But don't do anything aggressive."
"You mean like this?" Rodger asked as he rubbed her arm.
"No. Not like that. It's like you were patting a dog. More like
this," she said as she lightly ran her fingers along his shoulder.
"And if you touch her neck, only use your finger tips like this."
Debbie gently stroked his neck under his ear with her fingers. She
felt him shudder.
"See what I mean? Light and gentle. But it feels good too. You
don't have to be rough."
"Yeah, I see what you mean. Let me try it now." Rodger move
slightly closer to Debbie and tried to do the same thing to her.
"Hey, that's it. But don't do it so fast. Yeah, like that. See it
isn't so hard to do."
"I guess you're right. But what do I do next? I can't sit there
all night playing with her neck."
"Why not? If that's what Lou wants? You could kiss her there if
she lets you."
"You mean like this?" Rodger said as he lowered his mouth to her
neck.
"Well almost. Just let your lips brush across the skin. Yeah,
that's it. And you can use your tongue too."
Rodger took long sweeps with his tongue up her neck.
"No. Not like that. That feels like a dog licking someone. Here,
let me show you."
Debbie moved closer so she could reach his neck. Her lips just
barely touch him. Her tongue darted here and there, making light
stabbing motions. Rodger again stiffened with the contact. His
breathing became more rapid, as he leaned closer to her.
Debbie stopped and move away. Rodger hands shot out and grabbed
hold of her. Realizing he had made a mistake, he dropped his hands to
his side and smiled at her sheepishly.
"Sorry. I kinda blew it that time, didn't I?"
"Well, you have to expect some mistakes. But I really think you're
improving. You just have to start using your brain instead of your
balls."
Rodger slowly raised his arms to her shoulders. His fingers
caressed her arms. He moved closer and lowered his mouth to her neck.
Imitating what Debbie had done, he used his lips and tongue. This time
it was Debbie who leaned closer.
Rodger's hands moved slowly and gently around to Debbie's back, as
he drew her tighter against him. He made certain his movements were
slow and gentle. His mouth moved from her neck to her face.
He kissed her cheeks, and then her nose. He moved downward to brush
his lips across hers. His tongue lightly caressed her lips, but made
no move to push inward. Debbie's lips parted as her tongue slipped out
to meet his. He gently closed his mouth upon her tongue, trapping it.
His tongue flickered rapidly across hers. One of Rodger's hands
dropped to her thigh, and lightly rested there.
Rodger leaned back against the pole, and Debbie followed. They
continued to kiss as she caressed his face. One hand lightly stroked
her thigh, Rodger moved his other under her shirt and massaged her bare
back. Lost in the pleasant feelings, Debbie unconsciously placed her
hand on his thigh. Her hand closed on his covered shaft and caressed
it.
At her touch, Rodger moved his hands to her breasts. He pushed
forward, smashing his mouth hard against her. His hands grabbed the
firm flesh of her breasts and squeezed. Debbie tried to break away
from him, but he continued to press forward, giving her no room.
Breaking their kiss, and using both hands to push him away, she
yelled, "Stop that! Rodger, don't!"