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Subject: Cumin' Of Age by T.F.Yank (part #33)
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  "Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapters  1 thru 37  by T. F. Yank
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-- Chapter Thirty-Three

   Thomas had been impatient, waiting for a doctor to check out his
cast.  But at least now that was over.  According to the doctor,
everything was okay.  He didn't have to come back for a month.
   Today, it was he who pulled Louanne along, madden by her seemingly
slow pace.  He urged his mother to hurry up, as they left the elevator.
   "I don't understand why we have to hurry so.  It's not as if poor
girl is going somewhere.  I'm sure she's waiting in her room for us,"
his mother teased.
   Thomas ignored his mother as he hurried to Debbie's room.  He was
surprised not to see Mr. Williams sitting outside her door.  For a
moment, he was afraid something bad had happened.
   But once at the door, he saw Mr. Williams standing at the side of
Debbie's bed.  Debbie was sitting up, and her face broke into a big
smile when she saw them.
   "Tommy!  Lou!  God, am I glad to see you two," she exclaimed. 
Louanne ran to her, and threw her arms around her.  Debbie flinched,
and said, "Hey, be careful.  The doctor said I have a couple of cracked
ribs.  Guess I'm still a bit tender."
   Louanne let go and started stammering her apologies.
   Thomas laughed, saying, "She has a nasty habit of doing stuff like
that.  I think she just likes to hurt people.  She did the same thing
to me, yesterday."
   Debbie's father said something about leaving them alone, and left
the room.  Debbie looked better today.  The bruises had turned a sickly
yellow, but the raw redness around her neck, and on her arms, had faded
to a deep pink.  The swelling of her lips had also gone down.
   Debbie reached out for Thomas, asking, "How's the arm?"
   Louanne moved back to allow Thomas to come closer.
   "Well, the doctors say it should be good as new in another 4 to 6
weeks." Thomas replied.
   Debbie reached up and pulled his face closer to her.  Her lips
brushed his cheek as she wrapped an arm tightly around him.
   "I'm so sorry, Tommy.  I never meant for you to get hurt.  I never
meant for all this to happen."
   Thomas tried to return her embrace, but his cast got in the way.
   "Maybe I should wait outside," Louanne offered.
   "No!" Debbie exclaimed.  "I need to talk to you."
   "Well, I could come back later."  Louanne suggested.
   "No, I want to talk to you first.  And then I want to talk to Tommy. 
Tommy, could you wait outside for few minutes?  I really have to talk
to Lou alone."
   "Sure," he answered, uncertain.  When Debbie offered no further
explanation, he reluctantly left the room.
   His mom and Bert were seated near the elevators, talking.  He waved
to them, and walked to the other end of the hall.  He was feeling
disappointed.  He didn't know why he felt angry at Debbie for asking
him to leave.
   He had wanted to see her so badly.  But he really didn't know what
he wanted to say to her.  No, that's wasn't right.  He knew what he
wanted to say.  He just wasn't sure how to say it.
   He wanted to tell her how much he loved her.  How he felt sorry
about what happened to her.  And how he didn't care.  No, that wasn't
right either.
   He did care about what happened.  But he wanted her to know that he
still loved her, despite what happened.  He just wished there was some
way he could ease her pain.  Some way, he could make all this go away,
so it could be like it was before.
   But he knew it would never be like that again.  He had changed.  And
he couldn't imagine Debbie hadn't changed, too.  "God," he thought,
"why did this have to happen?"
   Lost in thought, he didn't hear his mother approach.
   "Thomas, are you okay?"
   "Er . . .  sure, mom.  I was just thinking."
   "Have you talked to Debbie?"
   "Not yet.  She kinda wanted to talk to Louanne first, so I came out
here."
   "Well, just remember, things do have a way of working themselves
out.  We don't always understand, but God is looking out for us."
   Thomas didn't understand what his mother was talking about.  And he
felt awkward as she hugged him and kissed the top of his head. 
Glancing down the hall, he saw Louanne run from Debbie's room, crying.
   Breaking from his mother's embrace, he hurried toward Louanne.  He
saw her run into Debbie's father's arms.  As he came abreast of
Debbie's room, Debbie called his name.
   "Thomas?"
   He hesitated, torn between going to Louanne and seeing Debbie.  His
mother, having followed him, pushed him toward Debbie's room.  "Go on.
Debbie needs to talk to you.  Don't worry.  Louanne will be alright. 
Go on, now."
   He was confused.  Everyone seemed to know what was going on, but
him.  Debbie again called his name, and he went to her.
   She was sitting on the edge of the bed.  It was obvious that she had
been crying too.  He noticed, for the first time, she wasn't wearing
the standard hospital gown.  Instead she wore a cute yellow baby-doll
nightie.  He could make out the tape binding her ribs.
   And he saw more.  He saw her breasts straining against the thin
fabric, her nipples, dark shadows beneath the pale yellow.  He saw the
tender shape of her thighs as they met, and the mass of pubic hair
contained within her briefs.
   He felt a stirring in his groin, and a twinge of guilt that he
should be having such feeling here and now.  Ashamed, he stood a small
distance from her.  He could not meet her gaze and looked down at his
feet.
   "Please Thomas, don't do that.  Look at me."
   Slowly he lifted his gaze.  Debbie had gotten off the bed and taken
several steps toward him.
   "Am I that ugly, you can't look at me?" she asked.  "Is what I did
so repulsive, you can't stand to see me?"
   "No, that's not it," he stammered.  Feeling even more uncomfortable,
he shifted on his feet.
   "Is it because I'm not a virgin any more?  Because I'm soiled goods,
now?"
   "No.  I wasn't thinking anything like that.  It doesn't matter that
you're not a virgin."
   "You say that now.  But can you still love me?  Will you still love
me, once you know what happened.  Once you know what I did."
   "You didn't do anything.  It was Rodger."
   "No it wasn't, not completely.  I guess I'm as much to blame as he
is."
   "No!  How can you say that.  You're just upset and don't know what
you're talking about."
   "I know what I'm talking about.  I've been lying here for the past
two days, thinking about nothing else.  I wanted him to do it.  Not
like he did, but I wanted him to fuck me just the same."
   "I don't understand," Thomas explained, confused.  "And I don't
think you do, either.  It's just a reaction to what happened.  Anyhow.
let's not talk about it now.  I just want to be with you."
   "We have to talk about it now.  We won't have another chance."
   "What do you mean we won't have another chance?  We can talk all you
want, once you're home."
   "No, we won't.  But I don't want to talk about that now.  Right now
I want to tell you what happened.  I want you to know how it happened. 
I need you to know."
   Thomas was frightened by the urgency in her voice.
   Debbie stood there, her arms held out to him.  "Hold me please?"
   He went to her, and wrapped his good arm around her.  She hugged him
tightly to her, his cast caught between them.
   "Kiss me?"
   He kissed her lightly on the cheek.
   "No, damn it.  Kiss me!" she said, turning her face until their lips
met.
   He lightly brushed his lips against hers, afraid of hurting her. 
But she was not satisfied.  She crushed her mouth against his, her
tongue forcing it's way into his mouth.
   He was aware of her breasts crushed against his chest.  Her hips
ground against his.  Her hands grasped his buttocks and pulled him even
tighter against her.  His penis hardened in reaction, and
unconsciously, his hand went to her breast.
   Breaking the kiss, she moaned, "God, that feels good.  If you only
knew how much it means to me to feel like this again.  Without pain. 
Without fear.  Please, don't stop holding me like this."
   "I'll always hold you like this," he replied."
   "If it could only be," she said cryptically.  "But we don't have
much time.  I still need to tell you what happened."
   "I don't know why you keep saying that.  We have all the time we
need.  And I really don't want to know what happened."
   "You have to.  I want you to understand, so you don't go on blaming
yourself.  There was nothing you could have done to prevent what happened."
   Thomas started to protest, but Debbie covered his mouth with hers. 
They kissed passionately, their tongues performing a sensual dance.
   Once again breaking the kiss, Debbie continued, "I wanted it to
happen.  No, let me finish before you say anything.  It started out
innocently enough.  I just wanted Lou and him to get back together.  I
knew she still loved him.  What I didn't know was how crazy he was."
   "I've been spending a lot of time with social workers and therapists
here.  And, I've come to realize that I have some problems I still need
to work on.  And they are not all related to the rape."
   "I guess I really knew what I was doing, but I refused to admit it
to myself.  Being popular meant a lot to me.  I would do just about
anything so I could be popular.  I used sex.  I refused to realize that
by doing so, I was gaining a reputation of being easy, instead of
becoming more popular."
   "I couldn't see, no that's not right, I refused to see that the guys
only went out with me as long as I gave them what they wanted.  And
once they got all I'd give them, they dropped me for other girls, good
girls."
   "You were the first guy I ever went out with who wasn't popular. 
And even then, I felt I had to use sex to keep you.  Oh, I know you
swore it didn't matter.  But I was afraid I'd lose you otherwise."
   "But then this thing happened with Lou and Rodger.  And suddenly, I
started dreaming of what it would be like if I was going out with
Rodger.  I even fantasized that he and I made love.  I was so sure that
if I did all the things he couldn't get Louanne to do, he would fall
madly in love with me."
   "And then he met me after school on wednesday to set up our meeting
to discuss his problem with Lou.  It was incredible.  I turned him on. 
Me!  He fought for control.  He thought I expected something in return
for my help.  I didn't.  Not then anyways.  But that night, I dreamed
he made love to me, and I wanted it bad."
   "And then Thursday . . ."
   Thomas felt a shiver run through her body as she remembered.  He
clasped her more tightly and waited for her to continue.
   "When we first got there, he was so sweet.  And when we touched, it
was everything that I had dreamed about.  If he hadn't gone crazy, I
would have let him do anything he wanted, willingly.  God, I wanted to. 
I might have even made love to Dale, too, if Rodger had asked."
   "That's why I'm as much to blame as he is for what happened.  If I
hadn't tried to come on to him like that, if I hadn't wanted him so
much, maybe none of this would have happened.  I can understand if you
hate me.  I deserve it."
   Thomas was shocked by Debbie's confession.  His feelings were in a
turmoil.  She had wanted to make love to Rodger, even though she said
she was in love him.  He was angry.  She had betrayed him.
   But he remembered how he had imagined what it would be like with
Louanne.  Wasn't it almost the same thing?  True, he never did anything
about it, where as Debbie did.  But had she really?  Wasn't it still
Rodger who was to blame?
   "We all dream about someone else," he thought.  "But we don't
usually get the chance to test our dreams.  Rodger knew Debbie was my
girlfriend.  And he was supposed to be trying to get back with Lou."
   Thomas remembered the conversation he had overheard between Rodger
and Dale.  He suddenly realized Rodger had planned everything right
from the beginning.  Rodger played upon Debbie's weakness.  He didn't
want Debbie's help to get back with Louanne.  He wanted Debbie.
   "I think you're just confused," Thomas said, stroking her hair. 
"Someday, you'll realize, that despite what you thought you wanted, it
was really Rodger who was to blame.  He simply used you, and your
feelings.  I don't hate you.  I love you.  And I always will."
   Tears streamed down Debbie's cheek as she buried her face in his
neck.
   "Oh, Tommy. If only I wasn't going away.  I need you so much."
   "Going away?" he exclaimed.  "When ? Where?"
   "That's what I didn't want to tell you.  I'm leaving tomorrow.  The
doctors say I'm okay enough to travel.  My father has arranged for me
to go live with my aunt in California.  They even arranged for me to
continue therapy out there.  Dad'll follow as soon as he can get a
transfer to his company's plant out there."
   Thomas looked at her in disbelief.  But before he could say
anything, his mother came to the door.
   "Thomas, we have to be leaving soon.  Don't want to over-tire Debbie
now, do we?"
   "Just a few minutes more, please?" Debbie asked.  "I'm not tired,
and I still have some things to say to Thomas."
   "Well, okay, if you're sure you're feeling okay.  But we still have
to be getting home soon."
   Debbie waited until Mrs. Wright had left them alone.  Thomas started
to speak, but she hushed him.
   "Look, we don't have much time.  I want you to do something for me."
   "You can't leave.  Not now.  What about us?" Thomas protested.
   "There isn't any us any more.  I've got to go away, and you've got
to continue your life here.  I don't like it, but we aren't being given
a choice.  I'll write to you.  And maybe someday, I'll come back to
visit you and Lou."
   "But I really don't want to live here any more.  Not with people
looking at me, and remembering what happened.  I need some place new. 
Some place where I can get my life back together again.  Some place
where I can start trying to change the way I am."
   "I love you too, Thomas.  But I can't stay here.  So the first thing
you have to do for me, is let me go.  Leaving is hard enough.  Knowing
you're upset only makes it worse."
   "I can't do that.  I don't want you to leave.  Oh, I realize why you
have to leave.  And maybe another time, I'd even agree with you.  But
it ain't fair."
   "Well, I've learned that a lot of things in life ain't fair," Debbie
replied, gently.  "But I need to hear you say I can leave.  I need to
hear you say you want me to leave."
   Thomas fought the tears he knew were starting.  He understood Debbie
would never get better mentally unless she left.  Reluctantly, he said,
"Yes, you should leave here.  I want you to leave if that's what it
takes for you to be happy, again."
   Debbie hugged him and said, "Thank you.  And there is one other
thing I want you to promise."
   "Please, Debbie.  No more. I don't think I can agree to more."
   "Just this.  Louanne.  She's suffered as much as the rest of us. 
She loved him.  And she thinks she's to blame for what happened, too."
   "Lou?  But she didn't do anything."
   "You know that.  And I know that.  But she thinks that if she had
let Rodger do what he wanted with her, he wouldn't have done what he
did to me."
   "I already told her that was ridiculous.  If she hadn't refused him,
it might have been her, instead of you."
   "Look, Lou has her problems, too.  She only ever had one good
relationship, and he moved away before it really started.  She's never
known how beautiful it can be between two people.  Like it was with
us."
   "Okay, so she's as screwed up as the rest of us.  What can I do
about that?"
   "I want you to show her how beautiful it can be."
   "What?  You want me to do what?"
   "I want you to do to her what you and I did.  I want you to do more,
I want you to make love to her.  Show her how gentle it can be.  Show
her what it's like to experience an orgasm, not once, but many times. 
I want you to show her that there are guys out there who really do
care.  That there are guys out there who can be loving, and not just
selfish."
   "I can't do that.  I mean . . ."
   "I'm asking you to do this because you love me.  I love both of you. 
And I want both of you to be happy."
   "I can't, Debbie.  You can't know what you're asking me to do.  It
isn't something you just turn on or off."
   "I know you find her attractive.  It can't be that hard.  Just think
about it.  Louanne promised she would."
   "She would?  You told her about this?  How could you, Debbie?"
   "Please Thomas, don't be angry with me.  This is the last time we'll
see each other for a long time.  I just want us all to be happy."
   "Thomas?  We have to be going," his mother called from the hall.
   "Shit!  There's so much more I want to say," Thomas said.  "What
time are you leaving tomorrow?  I'll try to get here before that."
   "No.  I can't go through saying good-bye a second time.  Please
Thomas, think about what I asked you.  Louanne has my new address. 
Write to me often.  Now give me one last kiss."
   He no longer fought the tears.  He held her as tight as he could,
not wanting to ever let her go.  Their mouths connected, and he lost
himself in their embrace.
   A hand touched his shoulder.  "Please, Thomas, we really have to be
going.  Don't make it any tougher on yourself then it already is."
   He ignored his mother.  But Debbie slowly pushed him away.  His
mother pulled him gently from the room as he tried to cling to Debbie's
hand.  But Debbie wouldn't follow, and he was finally forced to let go.
   Debbie stood there, tears falling like rain down her face.  "Good-
bye Thomas.  I love you.  I'll always love you."
   Thomas broke from his mother's grasp.  He ran toward the elevators,
avoiding Louanne as she reached out to him.  Realizing that the
elevator wasn't anywhere near this floor, he took off for the stairs. 
He tore madly down the stairs, slamming into walls as he rounded each
landing.  He wished the physical pain would somehow blot out the pain
in his heart.
   Reaching the ground floor, he rushed out of the building and started
running.  His mind screamed out his anguish as he continued to punish
his body.  Finally, he could run no more.  He was at last numb. 
Realizing he had run quite some distance from the hospital, he started
walking toward home.
   Confused, he tried to understand what had happened.  He had been so
happy.  Now, he wasn't sure if he would ever feel happy again.  Was it
really only ten days ago, he and Debbie had first met?  Ten days that
had turned his world up side down.  Twice.  Once, when he had fallen in
love.  And now in his loss of her.
   He didn't notice the car, until he heard Louanne calling him. 
Turning, he was surprised to see them.  Slowly, he got in, and sat
there silently.  The others, sensing his hurt, also sat there, saying
nothing.


 -- Chapter Thirty-Four

   He woke early the next morning.  He thought he might be able to walk
to the hospital before Debbie left.  He just had to see her one more
time.
   Quickly getting dressed, he quietly left the house, and started
walking.  Realizing it would take forever to get there at his present
pace, he started to run.  He ignored the pain in his arm, caused by his
feet slamming against the pavement.
   Finally, after an eternity had passed, he arrived at the front of
the hospital.  Entering the building, he went to the information desk
and asked if Debbie had left yet.  The lady answered he had just missed
her.  He ran back outside and headed for the parking lot.
   Just as he turned the corner of the building, he saw her father's
car.  It was just turning onto the street and heading away.  He started
running after it.  His heart skipped a beat when he saw it stop at a
traffic light, and he put on a burst of speed.
   He started screaming her name, as he ran.  "Debbie!  Debbie!  DEBBI-
E-E-E!"  Before he had covered half the distance, the light changed,
and the car pulled away.  Frustrated and winded, he came to a halt, his
lungs gulping air.
   He would never be sure it wasn't just his imagination, but he
thought he saw Debbie's face in the car window, her hand raised in
good-bye.  He stood there, long after the car had disappeared from
sight, tears running down his cheeks.
   Not wanting to go home, he started walking.  He wasn't aware of
where he was until he found himself once again in the park.  He quickly
sought the solitude of that private place Debbie had shown him.
   Lying on the pine needles, he relived the memories of the past ten
days.  He remembered her soft smiles, her light laughter.  The feel of
her hair against his face, and the warmth of her embrace.  Alone, he
allowed all the pain and loneliness to wash over him, to cleanse his
tortured heart.
   He must have fallen asleep, because the next think he knew he was
being gently shaken awake.
   "Thomas.  Thomas, are you okay?"
   Opening his eyes, he only saw a darkened silhouette against the
bright mid-day sky.  It took a moment before he recognized the voice.
   "Thomas, are you okay?"
   "Hi Lou.  Guess I fell asleep.  What are you doing here?"
   Louanne helped him to a sitting position, taking care not to hurt
his arm.  "Your mother is frantic, worrying about you.  She's called my
house at least a dozen times this morning, wanting to know if you had
shown up at our place."
   "I didn't mean to upset her.  I tried to see Debbie before she left. 
But I was too late.  After, I just wanted to be alone.  How did you
know about this place, and that I'd be here?"
   "Oh, I've know about this place for a long time.  Debbie and I
really didn't keep secrets from one another.  And I remembered the time
we first went to see Debbie in the hospital.  You had taken off by
yourself somewhere that morning, too."
   "I remembered thinking you had probably come here when I noticed the
pine needles in your hair that day.  So I thought I'd check this place
out today, in case you came here again.  And here you are."
   "Well, I guess I had better get home and let my mother know I'm
okay.  I didn't mean to cause everyone so much trouble.  I just needed
to be alone for awhile.  I needed some time to sort of my thoughts and
feelings."
   "That's okay.  It wasn't any trouble for me.  Matter of fact, I've
been wanting to talk to you."
   Thomas suddenly remembered Debbie asking him to make love to
Louanne.  He had hoped he could avoid Louanne, but realized that sooner
or later, the topic had to come up.
   "Look, Lou.  I know what Debbie wants us to do, but I . . ."
   "No.  Please.  Let me go first," she interrupted him.  "Debbie told
me what she was going to ask you to do.  She made me promise that I
would do it.  Allow you to make out with me.  She also made me promise
to make love to you, since she wouldn't be here to do it herself."
   "But she can't make you do any of that," Thomas protested.
   "Okay, maybe make me is the wrong expression.  But it doesn't
matter.  I want to.  For what you did for her.  And for what you did
for me."
   "Did for you?  I didn't do anything for you.  Hell, I didn't do much
for Debbie, for that matter.  I didn't stop what happened.  I didn't do
anything."
   "That's not true.  Even before that terrible thing happened, you did
a lot for her.  You showed her she could be someone special.  You
showed her how beautiful it could be to be loved."
   "Oh, so now you admit that I might have loved her?  I wasn't just
trying to use her?  Or just after sex?"
   "Okay, so I was wrong.  I admit it.  But I really care for Debbie,
and was afraid you were like all the other guys she had seen.  I didn't
want her to be hurt, that's all."
   "Well, it doesn't really matter any more, does it?" Thomas asked
bitterly.  "She was hurt.  God, was she hurt.  But she's gone now.  And
whether I really love her, or not, doesn't make much difference now."
   "That's not true.  Your loving her does make a difference.  She
knows you still love her, and knowing that someone can still love her
will help her get over this faster.  And, in a way, your love for
Debbie made a difference to me, too."
   "To you?  I don't understand," Thomas said.
   "Yes, to me.  It showed me real love is possible.  Not just the
kinda thing I had with Rodger.  But something special, like you and
Debbie have.  It kinda helps me believe there's still hope for me,
too."
   Thomas didn't know what to say.  He got up and brushed off his
clothing.  As an after thought, he ran his hand through his hair.
   "Look, I just wanted to say, that I am willing to do what Debbie
asked us to do.  You just tell me when.  That is if you want to?"
Louanne said, her eyes downcast.
   "Look, Lou.  I think you're a good looking girl and all, but I just
can't do it.  It doesn't seem right.  I mean, I love Debbie and . . ."
   "Hey, that's okay," snapped Louanne.  "We wouldn't want you to do
anything you didn't feel right about.  I think you better hurry up and
get home, before your mother calls the cops, or something."
   Before Thomas could say anything, Louanne left the grove of trees,
leaving him alone.  He thought she was angry, but couldn't understand
what happened to make her that way.  Must simply be his confused state
of mind.
   He went home.  He sat quietly through his mother's lecture about
missing church services, and how such things would surely send his soul
to Hell.  He realized her anger was simply hiding her fear.  He made a
special effort to be extra helpful around the house.


 -- Chapter Thirty-Five

   Even though he knew Debbie wouldn't be there, his heart felt a
twinge of pain when he saw Louanne waiting at the corner, alone. 
Actually, after the way Louanne had acted yesterday, he was a bit
surprised to see her waiting.
   "Hi, Tommy.  Thought we could still walk to school together.  If you
don't mind, that is."
   "Why should I mind?  Actually, it's nice to have someone to talk
to."
   "Well, after yesterday, I wasn't sure if you'd even want to see me
again.  Are you coming over tonight to tutor me, still?"
   "Of course, I'm still tutoring you.  Why wouldn't I?  You still need
help in history.  And about yesterday, I don't know what I did to get
you so upset, but I'm sorry."
   "Oh, forget it.  Just forget it, okay!" Louanne snapped.
   "What did I do now?" he thought.  "She's angry with me again, just
like yesterday."
   But he was afraid to ask Louanne what was bothering her.  Instead,
he said, "Are you ready for the history test today?"
   "I dunno.  I tried to study last night, but I had trouble keeping my
mind on the subject."
   "Well, we can review the stuff now.  And if you want, we can meet at
lunchtime to go over it again."
   "I dunno about lunchtime.  We'll see.  But maybe you can explain to
me what the economical effects of the second crusades had to do with
the lessening of the monarchy powers."
   They continued to school, reviewing the subject they would be tested
on later that day.

                                  --- *** ---

   At lunchtime, Thomas looked for Louanne.  But she was nowhere to be
found.  He felt disappointment, but wasn't sure why.  Maybe he had just
become use to seeing her with Debbie so often.
   The test in history wasn't any challenge for him.  He quickly
finished, and found himself staring at Louanne's back.  He wondered how
she was making out with the test.  When he realized that he was staring
at the way her hair seemed to curl upon the nape of her neck, he
quickly looked away.
   He walked her home, making sure they only discussed the test.  And
said he'd see her later that evening to continue their studying.
   He felt uncomfortable when he came over later, and was happy when he
at last left.  Later that night, as he read a book, he kept having
visions of Louanne.
   "This is ridiculous," he thought.  "She's only a friend.  Nothing
more."  But sleep was a long time coming that night.
   The next two days passed in the same manner.  He walked her to and
from school each day.  He never saw her at lunchtime.  And each night,
he spent two hours with her going over class work for history.  And the
time he did spend with her was making him feel more uncomfortable.
   Thursday was the same.  At least it was until history class.  They
were given back the test they had taken on monday.  He got his usual
A+.  He wondered what mark Louanne received.  It must have been good,
because Mrs. Whalen had said something to Louanne about being very
pleased.
   After class, he made his way to the door of the classroom.  Louanne
was waiting, obviously excited.  Before he could ask what mark she had
gotten, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the
cheek.
   "I got a B+.  Me!  A B+!  I can't believe it.  Oh Tommy, thank you. 
Thank you so much!"
   Thomas was having trouble balancing his school books in one arm, as
his cast was caught between him and Louanne.  And he was kinda
embarrassed by her actions.  But he finally managed to break away from
her.
   "Good for you.  See, I told you, you could do it.  I guess you can't
wait to show the test to your mother."
   Walking home, he found he enjoyed her excited babble.  She never
stopped for a minute, talking about how proud her mother was going to
be, and how she would do even better on the next test.  He was sorry he
wouldn't be there to see Mrs. Raster's reaction, but he had promised
his mother he'd start dinner early today, since she had to go out that
night.  Something about a meeting at the church.
   Later that evening he arrived at Louanne's house.  She met him at
the door with a cake.  The words 'Thanks Thomas' were written on it.
   "Mom was so proud when she saw that test.  She insisted we bake you
this cake as a way to say thanks for all your help.  We didn't know
what your favorite flavour was, so we made mine, instead.  She had to
go out tonight, but she said I wasn't to eat it all myself.  So you're
gonna have to help me."
   "Well, I'll have a piece, sure.  But I don't think I can eat too
much of it.  I'm still kinda stuff from dinner."
   "Oh, goody," Louanne said, with a mischievous grin.  "I'll just have
to make the supreme sacrifice, and pig out on the rest."
   Laughing at her antics, Thomas allowed Louanne to lead him down to
the basement.  She had already laid out plates and stuff on the coffee
table in front of the couch.  Once Thomas was seated, she cut him a
large piece of cake, and handed it to him.
   "Shit, I forget the drinks.  I'll be right back," Louanne said,
running up the stairs.
   Thomas was having trouble eating.  With only one good hand, it was
difficult balancing the plate on his legs, and trying to cut a piece
with his fork at the same time.
   Louanne returned with the drinks.  Seeing his predicament, she said,
"Oh poor baby.  Here, let mommy help you."
   Flopping down on the couch next to him, she nearly cause him to
knock the plate from his lap.  Taking the fork from his hand, she took
a large piece of cake and brought it to his mouth.
   "Choo-Choo.  Here comes the train.  Now open the tunnel," she said
as she pushed the cake against his mouth.
   Thomas opened his mouth wide and Louanne forced the cake in.  In the
process, some of the icing smeared on his chin.  Before Thomas had a
chance to  swallow what he already had in his mouth, Louanne held
another piece in front of his face.
   "Here comes the airplane.  Better open the hangar doors, before it
crashes into the mountain side."
   Thomas quickly swallowed and opened his mouth.  Louanne was making
sounds like an airplane as she moved the piece of cake erratically in
front of him.  He tried to turn his head to match her movements, but
she managed to catch his nose with the cake instead.
   "Ouch," Thomas exclaimed as the tines of the fork dug into his
cheek.
   "Oops, sorry.  I had better get rid of the weapon."
   Louanne placed the fork on the table, and tore off another piece of
cake with her fingers.  She raised her hand high and circled the piece
of cake above Thomas' head.
   "Bombing run.  Bombing run.  Open the bomb bay doors," she said
laughingly.
   "Please, Lou.  No more.  I can't eat another bite," Thomas pleaded.
   "You don't like my cake?  After all the trouble I went to make it?"
   "No.  I like it, really I do.  I just can't eat another bite, that's
all."
   Louanne smashed the piece of cake in her hand against his mouth,
squishing it across his chin.  "Not good enough, is it?" she said,
laughing.
   "I'll get you for that one," Thomas said, grabbing a piece of cake
and pushing it into Louanne's face.
   "No more.  I give," she exclaimed trying to wipe the cake off her
face.
   "Ha!  You can dish it out, but can't take it.  Now, it's my turn. 
Let's see how much cake you can eat."
   He tore off another piece, and forced it between her lips.  Before
she swallowed it, he pushed another piece in.  Louanne tried to avoid
his fingers by turning her face away, but he simply smeared the cake on
whatever part of her face he came in contact with.
   Soon her face was covered in cake and icing.  His plate was empty. 
He sat there laughing as she tried to wipe the cake off herself.  She'd
wipe off some icing and then lick it off her fingers.
   "Gotta admit, that was good cake," she said, grinning.  "Here let me
help you clean that mess off your face."
   She took a napkin and started to wipe his chin.  Leaning closer, she
licked some icing off his nose.
   "Yum.  That's tastes good.  And we sure don't want all this yummy
icing to go to waste," she said as she continued licking his face.
   Soon her licks turned to kisses.  Thomas sat there, uncertain what
to do.  He didn't want to offend her.  But when she covered his mouth
with hers, he couldn't take any more.
   Pushing her away, he said, "Please, Lou.  Don't.  Don't ruin this."
   She reacted as if he had slapped her.  She looked hard at him for a
moment, and then moved away.  She sat at the other end of the couch,
and starting crying.
   "Damn, why do they always have to cry like that," he thought.
   "Please Lou.  Don't cry.  I'm sorry, but I can't.  I just can't do
anything like that."
   "Oh don't worry.  It's not your fault," she said.  "It's me."
   "You?" Thomas asked.
   "Yeah, me.  I don't know what it is, but somehow I always end up
screwing things up.  Either I scare them away like you and Gary.  Or I
drive them crazy like Rodger."
   "Hey, you had nothing to do with Rodger ending up like that."
   "Didn't I?  If I could have found a way to keep him satisfied, he
wouldn't have done what he did."
   "Stop that!  We've already had this talk.  Rodger was sick for a
long time.  You're just lucky you weren't the victim."
   "Yeah, I wasn't even good enough for a sicko.  I end up scaring them
all away from me."
   "Listen to yourself.  You're actually upset because Rodger didn't
get funny with you?  And you aren't scaring me away.  It's just that I
can't do something like that, on demand.  And I don't know about your
relationship with this Gary, but I thought you two stopped seeing one
another because his family moved away.  That doesn't sound like you
scared him away."
   "Now you're sounding like Debbie.  She always said my problem was I
couldn't let myself go.  That I was too uptight, too inhibited.  As if
sex was the answer to everything.  Look where it got her."
   "That's not fair.  Sex, normal sex, had nothing to do with what
happened to her.  But you're right, sex is not the answer to
everything.  God, I can't believe I'm saying this.  Before Debbie, I
never had sex.  Now, all of a sudden, I'm an expert?"
   "But Debbie said you were the best.  That with you, it was something
really beautiful."
   "Well, it was for me.  I don't know that I'm any different from
other guys.  Everything I did with Debbie was the first time for me. 
She knew so much more than I did.  She was the one who showed me what
to do.  I just tried to do it right, that's all.  I did it to make her
feel good, make her feel happy."
   "Sounds to me like that would make you different from most guys I
know.  Rodger was only interested in what I could do for him.  He
didn't care if I had needs too.  Even Gary was that way.  And the few
guys I dated before Rodger only wanted to grab a free feel.  Debbie was
lucky finding you."
   "I can't speak for other guys.  But I can't see why they'd want to
be that way.  I mean, if I learned one thing from Debbie, it was the
happier I made her, the harder she tried to make me happy in return."
   "And why can't you do the same for me?"
   "You don't understand.  I love Debbie.  And you're her best friend. 
It isn't right."
   "You didn't love her the first time you two made out.  I bet you
didn't even really like her that much, the first time, did you?"
   "Well no.  Actually I was kinda frightened of her the first night. 
She came on so strong, and so fast, I didn't know what was happening. 
And the feelings.  God, it felt so wonderful."
   "So why can't we do the same things?"
   "You still don't understand.  I admit I liked the sex, and the
pleasure.  But I also learned it becomes even better when you like the
person.  And it becomes something else completely when you love the
person.  To go back to having just sex, kinda cheapens everything.  I
couldn't do that to you, or myself."
   Louanne got up from the couch, and stood in front of him.  "Do you
like me?"
   "Sure.  But that isn't the same."
   "Do you find me attractive?"
   Thomas felt himself blush, remembering the thoughts he had of
Louanne, and turned his face from her.
   "Do you think I'm too small?" she said, indicating her breasts. 
Touching her hips, she added, "Too skinny?  Am I really that ugly?"
   "No.  You're not ugly."
   "But you don't find me attractive."
   "You're very attractive.  That's has nothing to do with it."
   "Then what's the problem?  You said you had to like the person.  And
you admit you like me.  You like the way I look.  What else do you
need?"
   "You're her best friend.  Don't you understand?  I love her.  How
could I do something with her best friend?"
   "Thomas, this is hard on both of us, but she's gone.  She ain't
never coming back.  We only have each other left.  But that isn't it
either.  I want to do this for me.  Not because she asked us to do it. 
But because I have to find out if there's something wrong with me.  Or,
like Debbie said, I've just been unlucky in meeting the right guy."
   Thomas looked up at her.  God, she was beautiful.  The way her hair
framed her face, giving her an impish quality.  Her eyes, so big and
round, as if she looked in wonder at all she saw.  Her small mouth,
with those full lips he wished he could taste.  He wanted to say
something, but he seemed to have lost his voice.
   "I don't want us to do this because Debbie asked us to.  I don't
want her presence here interfering.  I want this to be something just
for us.  No, that's not true either.  I want this for myself, just
myself.  I want to just once know what it supposed to feel like."
   Taking his hand, she pulled him from the couch.  "I don't care if
it's cheap.  Just do it for me, please Thomas?"


 -  Chapter Thirty-Six

   Thomas stood facing Louanne, his eyes held captive by hers.  He
didn't move as her face came closer.  He realized that he wanted this
as much as she did.  And he knew it could never be cheap
   Her lips brushed against his, sending a shiver through his body. 
His lips parted as her tongue pushed between them.  He couldn't help
chuckling as he tasted icing on her lips.  But Louanne didn't seem to
have heard.
   Their bodies never touched, just their mouths.  He tried to be
gentle, not wanting to frighten her, but he could feel himself
reacting.  At first, he found himself comparing kissing Louanne to
kissing Debbie.  But when he felt Louanne's hand on his chest, all
thoughts of Debbie disappeared.
   He wrapped his good arm around her, and pulled her closer.  He broke
the kiss so he could explore her face with his lips and tongue.  He
loved the texture of her small button nose, and playfully, he gave it a
little nip.
   Louanne pulled his mouth back to hers and kissed him.  Her hand went
to his shirt and unbuttoned it.  After pulling it from his pants, she
tried to push it off his shoulders, but the cast got in the way. 
Thomas helped her pull the sleeve over the cast.
   Louanne's hands returned to exploring his chest.  Her mouth closed
on one of his nipples, and he involuntarily drew in a deep breath.  He
could feel his now erect penis straining against the confines of his
pants.
   Louanne's hands dropped to his belt. She tugged on it until she had
it open.  She then opened his pants and pushed them downward.  Thomas
reached out to touch her breast.  He marvelled at how firm it felt
through her clothing.  He reached down and tried to pull her top up.
   "No!" Louanne said.  "Not yet."
   She dropped to her knees in front of him and removed his shoes and
socks.  She then pulled hi pants free.  She slowly lowered his briefs
revealing his shaft, fully aroused.  Thomas quickly stepped out of them
and kicked them aside.  He tried to reach out to caress her hair, but
Lou simply moved away.
   She reached out and grasped his enlarged shaft.  One hand cupped his
testicles as if she was weighing them.  She lightly ran a finger tip
along the length of his penis.  Then she sat back on her heels to
watched it quiver in response.
   Thomas' breathing was becoming more rapid.  His heart pounded
against his ribs.  He tried to swallow, but it was as if his throat had
turned into a arid desert.  He wanted to feel her.  He wanted to feel
her flesh pressed hard against his.
   Louanne stood, and moved away from him.  She kicked off her shoes. 
Then grabbing her top, she slowly pulled it over her head.  She reached
back and undid her bra, letting it slowly fall away from her breasts. 
She gently lifted them as if offering them to him.  When she let them
go, he enjoyed the way they seemed to giggle unrestrained.
   She undid her pants, and lowered them to her feet.  She stepped out
of them and kicked them aside.  She stood in front of him, clad only in
her panties.
   "Turn around," she said to him.  "I want to see all of you."
   Thomas felt foolish, but things had gone too far for him to refuse
now.  He slowly turned in circle.  Once he was fully around, he saw her
lying on the floor, totally naked.  Her eyes never left him as she
motioned him to come to her.
   He stood at her feet, his eyes drinking her in.  From her small, but
firm, breasts to her auburn covered vagina, she was absolutely perfect. 
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking legs.  He sank to
his knees at her feet, waiting for her to make the next move.
   She raised her hands to him, saying, "Show me.  Show me how
beautiful it can be.  Please?"
   He scrambled on his knees until he was beside her.  He lowered
himself down, and cursed his damn broken arm for being so useless. 
Using his good arm to prop himself up, trying to keep the cast out of
his way, he leaned over and started kissing her face.
   He loved the feel of her hair against his cheek.  He lightly kissed
her forehead, and moved down to pay homage to those eyes.  He tried to
cup her face with his hand, but he had to hold the cast in an awkward
position.
   He continued his journey down her face.  He wished he could use his
hands, but the one with the cast was useless.  And he need to prop
himself up with his good arm.  He wondered if Louanne cared.  She just
lay there, her eyes closed, her hands at her side.  Well, he'd do best
he could.
   His mouth found hers, and his tongue lightly traced its outline. 
Her lips parted when they felt his tongue.  But he merely teased,
moving his tongue rapidly in and out, avoiding contact with her tongue. 
She raised her head slightly.  But he moved away from those lips and
kissed her chin.
   His mouth moved to her neck and he fell in love with the small
hollow at its base.  The silky texture added to the sweet taste.  He
lightly ran the tip of his tongue out one shoulder, and then the other,
only to return to that special little hollow.
   He squirmed his body down lower so he could reach her chest.  Again
his tongue and lips caressed and teased her flesh.  He avoided her
nipples until he could no longer restrain himself.
   He lightly touched a nipple with the tip of his tongue.  A slight
shiver was the first indication he had that Louanne was feeling
anything.  To make sure it wasn't just his imagination, he again
flicked his tongue against the nipple.  Again he felt her shiver.
  He moved his attention to the other nipple, and did the same thing. 
Louanne arched her back, pushing her breast upward against his mouth. 
He took the nipple into his mouth and gently sucked it.  His tongue
lashed it rapidly, and he could feel it grow in his mouth.  He
continued to lavish attention on this tender morsel, until he heard
soft moan.
   He became more aggressive in his attention to her breasts.  He took
whole mouthfuls of her flesh and sucked it.  He pressed his face hard
against her tender skin, unable to get enough of the feel of her.  His
teeth gently nipped her flesh, and his tongue covered it in moisture.
   Louanne was no longer lying still. Her body squirmed beneath him as
soft moans escaped her*  Her hands wrapped themselves in his hair as
she pressed his face tighter against her breasts.
   Thomas was content to stay where he was forever.  But soon he felt
Louanne pushing him further downward.  His mouth let a trail of burning
kisses as it crossed over her stomach.  He stayed his travel
momentarily to pay homage to her delicate navel.  But Louanne's
impatience didn't allow him to stay there longer.
   Again he was forced to reposition his body.  He lay with his face on
her thigh.  His mouth kissed and tasted her firm thighs.  He was amazed
at how smooth her flesh was.  But again, Louanne did not allow him to
dally, as she pulled his head higher.  He found himself staring at her
vagina.
   He smelt her musk, and was happy to know she was aroused.  He tasted
her hair and enjoyed the silkiness.  Louanne widened her legs, and
pulled on his hair until his face was buried between them.
   Thomas slipped his good arm underneath her hips and raised her until
she had to turn sideways.  Lowering himself onto his back, he pulled on
her thigh until she forced to straddle his face.  Now at least, he was
able to use his hand.
   He reached up and grasped her buttocks, forcing her lower, until his
mouth connected with her vagina.  He forced his tongue between her
vaginal lips, and took a long, slow lick, covering as much of the hot,
pulsating flesh as he could.
   "Oh . . .God . . . yes!" Louanne groaned.  She ground her vagina
hard against his mouth.
   Spurred on by her reaction, Thomas rapidly moved his tongue in and
out as Louanne moved her hips in response.  He reached up and grasped a
breast with his good hand, kneading it.  His tongue moved upward and
found her clit.
   Gently at first, and then more aggressively, he flicked his tongue
across the little pearl of flesh.  When it became larger and more
rigid, he took it into his mouth and sucked it.  But his tongue never
stopped its attack on it.
  Louanne grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly against her breast. 
Her breathing was ragged as she whimpered, "Oh yes.  Please just a
little more. God, I'm going crazy."
  Thomas wouldn't have quit for anything.  He felt her thighs tighten
against his face.  He tried to bury his face deeper between her legs. 
Her hips were thrashing now, and he was forced to remove his hand from
her breast and hold on to her waist.
   "Yes.  Yes!  My God, it's happening," Louanne cried out as Thomas
felt her vaginal muscles contract.  He continued kissing and licking
her clit until she finally stopped moving.  Even then, he didn't stop
until she rolled off him.
   He raised himself on his good arm,  and looked at her.  Louanne lay
on her back, her legs squeezed tightly together, her chest heaving.  He
moved until he was level with her face, leaned over and kissed her. 
Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him on top of her.
   "Are you okay?" he asked her.
   "Oh god, yes.  Is it always like that?"
   "I dunno.  Debbie always seem to think it was pretty good.  Did it
really feel good to you?"
   "I've never felt anything like it.  It's like my whole body has
turned to rubber.  I don't think I can even move.  Not that I want to. 
I can still feel the spasms in my legs when I squeeze them together. 
God, you were good.  Now I know why Debbie was so madly in love with
you."
   Thomas blushed.  He liked doing it okay, but afterward, all the
girls seemed to want to talk about was how good he was.  Hell, other
guys had to be doing the same thing, didn't they?
   "Do you think we could do it again?" Louanne asked.
   "Sure.  If you want to," Thomas said, kissing her.
   "Can we do just that?  I mean, it feels good when you kiss me all
over, but . . ."
   "Hey, whatever you want," Thomas said, laughing.  "Just hope I
haven't spoiled you for other things."
   "Well, I like the other things to start.  But I'm still hot from the
first time, and . . ."
   "Don't worry.  Debbie liked me doing just that too.  Nothing wrong
with it.  But do you mind if I lie down again.  It's kinda difficult
with the cast, otherwise."
   Louanne slowly raised herself into a sitting position.  Smiling, she
said, "Oh, you can just lie there, like that.  I'll just get myself
into a more comfortable position, too.
   She placed her hands on either side of his head and moved until she
was sitting on his chest.  Thomas was having a difficult time breathing
with her weight, and was happy when she raised herself to her knees.
   "No, that won't work.  Here, let me try this way," she said as she
crawled over Thomas' head.
   He followed her with his eyes and watched as she turned around. 
Again she crawled over him, stopping to lower her head to kiss his
mouth.  Before Thomas could react, she moved on until her hips were
above his face.
   "This should be better," she said, as she spread her legs wider and
slowly lowered her hips.
   Thomas watched her vagina descend.  Opening his mouth wide, and
raising his head, he met her downward motion with his tongue.  Louanne
gasped at the first contact as he pushed his tongue deep within her
vaginal opening.
   "Oh god, yes.  Just like that," she moaned.
   He needed no encouragement.  His hand cupped her buttocks and drew
them down as he lowered his head to the floor.  She was still wet from
before, and he could feel her slickness cover his mouth.  His tongue
sought her clit.
   "No, please not that.  Not yet.  I want to feel your mouth first.  I
want your tongue in me.  I want you to . . . er . . . I want . . ."
   Louanne hesitated, as if she was uncertain how to say what she
wanted him to do.  Thomas took this opportunity to shove his tongue
deep inside her.  He moved his rigid tongue rapidly in and out.  A low
moan from Louanne confirmed to him that was what she wanted.
   "Yes!  Yes.  Fuck me with it.  Fuck me with your tongue," she
groaned as her hips moved up and down, matching the rhythm of his
tongue.
   Thomas faltered in his attention to her hot lovebox when he felt
hands grasp his shaft.  It was his turn to moan.  She continued to milk
his shaft as she rubbed her vagina against his working mouth.
   Thomas couldn't take much more.  It had been too long since he had
any relief.  And all this playing with Louanne was driving him beyond
the point of no return.
   Suddenly, he felt a warm mouth swallow his swollen gland.  Louanne
shifted above him until his mouth was over her clit.  He immediately
started licking the little knob as his hips lifted off the floor.
   Louanne's tongue was driving him crazy.  He matched her lick for
lick, as he felt his testicles swell.  Knowing he couldn't last much
longer, he threw himself into bringing her to orgasm.
   The room filled with their moans, and the wet slurping sounds of
their love-making.  Thomas ignored the discomfort caused by Louanne's
thighs tightening against his face, as she pressed her clit tighter
against his mouth.
   He felt the molten fluid burst upward and out his throbbing shaft,
but he dared not stop his ministrations to her clit.  He could feel
Louanne's throat working hard to swallow as he came.  He cursed himself
for being so weak, for not being able to last until she came, too.
   But he did not have long to wait.  Her mouth still sucking him, she
moved her hips faster.  He could hear her muffled moans grow louder as
she frantically rubbed herself against his mouth.  A shiver seemed to
run through her body as she lifted her head from his lap.
   "Yes.  Yes!  YES!" she cried.
   Her body stilled.  He watched as every muscle in her body went
rigid. He was afraid somehow he had hurt her as she let out a shriek. 
Before he could say anything, she again rubbed her vagina against his
mouth.
   Slowly, she moved so his mouth covered the entire slit.  He showered
kisses all over the hot slick skin, his tongue gently licking the
moisture.
   "No more!" she pleaded, raising her hips from his face.  She moved
until they were face to face, and lowered her lips to his.
   He could see where his semen had dribbled down her chin, and feeling
very wicked, he licked it.  Her tongue licked her own juices from his
chin before she covered his mouth with hers.  His hand went to her firm
breast, and gently kneaded the enlarged nipple.
   They kissed for a long time before finally breaking apart.  Thomas
gazed up into her eyes and was taken back to see tears starting to
form.
   "Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.
   "Everything is beautiful," Louanne replied, almost absentmindedly.
   "They cry when they're sad," he thought, "and they cry when
everything is okay.  How are you ever suppose to understand them?"
   "Well, I'm sorry I didn't have better control," he apologized.
   "Better control?" she asked.
   "Well, yeah," he said, sheepishly.  "I mean, I should have been able
to restrain myself better, and not . . . er . . . cum in your mouth?"
he added timidly.  He was a bit taken back when Louanne started to
laugh.
   "Well, Debbie was right about that, too.  It is a lot less messy
when you swallow it," Louanne said with a big grin.
   "Oh yeah," he teased, "and what else was she right about?"
   "Oh, just that you had the greatest mouth in the world," Louanne
said, kissing him.
   "Okay, okay," he protested, pushing her away.
   Louanne pushed herself up on one arm and looked down at him.  He
felt uncomfortable under her gaze.  He wasn't certain what they should
do next.  He thought he should probably leave, but really didn't want
to.  He was surprised to find that he enjoyed himself as much with
Louanne as he had with Debbie.
   He immediately felt guilty at that thought.  But Debbie had wanted
him to do this, hadn't she?  So he wasn't really cheating on her, was
he?
   "God, you're beautiful," Louanne said as she ran a hand over his
chest.  Thomas squirmed at her touch.  "I thought so ever since the
first time I saw you naked."
   Thomas felt himself blushing, and wished there was somewhere he
could hide.
   "Do you remember teasing me?" she asked.  "When Debbie had to go
answer the phone?"
   Thomas, his voice suddenly gone, managed to shake his head yes.
   "I watched you move, naked, and thought I would faint.  I couldn't
take my eyes off your hand as it milked your cock.  And when you
offered it to me, I had all I could do to keep myself from grabbing
it."
   "And then later, when you grabbed Debbie and started to eat her. 
You knew I was there watching, didn't you?"
   Again, he could do no more then nod his head.
   "God, how I wished it was me you were doing it to.  I had to force
myself up the stairs to get away from you two.  Even up there, all I
could hear were her moans as you drove her crazy."
   "And after you walked around, naked, tempting me.  I hated you at
that moment."  Her hand moved down his chest, across his stomach, until
it held his semi-erect penis.
   "But now, I have you all to myself.  I don't have to restrain myself
any longer.  God, I love it!"
   Bending forward, she kissed the tip of his shaft.  Thomas wasn't
sure how to take what Louanne had just confessed to.  He had dreamed of
her, too.  Had wondered what it would be like with her.
   Her oral attention to his now hardening shaft made it difficult to
think straight.  His hips raised in an effort to push his shaft deeper
between her lips.  Her tongue lashed the head of his shaft as her hands
gently massaged his testicles.  His mind sank beneath the waves of
pleasure, her mouth becoming his entire world.
   Louanne, reluctantly, pushed herself from his lap.  Her hand
lingered for a moment, gently caressing the throbbing  rod, and then
retreated.
   "We still have one more thing to do for Debbie," she said, suddenly
becoming very business-like.  "But I don't want to do it here.  No. 
Not here.  Comon," she said, indicating he should follow her.
   He watched her hurry to the stairs.  He didn't understand what she
was talking about.  Debbie hadn't said anything else to him.  Hadn't he
already made her come twice?  What else did Debbie want them to do?
   "Comon," Louanne called to him, waiting at the foot of the stairs.
   Slowly he got to his feet and went to her.  She took his hand and
led him upstairs.
   "But what if your mother comes home?" he asked, suddenly frightened
by the prospect.
   "Oh, she won't be home for hours yet.  We have all the time we
need."
   Thomas wasn't certain what Louanne had in mind, but felt better
knowing he didn't have to worry about Mrs. Raster walking in on him
like this.  Louanne led him through the kitchen to the dining room. 
She then led him to the second floor.
   "Here we are," she said, pushing him into a room.
   Thomas looked around.  He was in a bedroom.  He assumed it was
Louanne's.  He glanced uncomfortably at the bed.  Louanne motioned him
to the bed.
   "I dunno, Lou," he said.  "Maybe we shouldn't be in here like this."
   "Why not?  I figure it's gotta be a lot more comfortable than the
floor downstairs."
   "But things might happen," he stammered.  "And I wouldn't want to .
. ."
   "I certainly hope things happen," she said with a grin.  "Debbie
made me promise to do what she wasn't able to."
   "I don't understand," he said, afraid he did.
   "Debbie told me she planned on making love to you that friday night. 
But she never had the chance."
   "She couldn't do that.  She was still a virgin," Thomas protested.
   "Yes, she was.  But only because she hadn't found anyone she really
wanted to do it with.  No one that is, until she met you."
   "But you don't do stuff like that before you get married.  It isn't
right!"
   "Oh, you don't, do you?  And what happens if you do?  Do you go to
Hell?" Louanne taunted him.
   "Only bad girls do stuff like that.  Brides of Satan, my mother
calls them."
   "So now I'm a bride of the devil, am I?  You know I'm not a virgin. 
Debbie said she told you about me and Gary."
   "No, I didn't mean that about you.  I . . . er . . ."
   "And you're so holy, too,?  I mean after what you did with Debbie. 
What you did with me, today?  Guess that makes you a bridegroom of the
devil?"
   "Look, I dunno any more," Thomas said, uncertain.  "I know you ain't
suppose to mess around like this.  But it didn't feel wrong when I did
it with Debbie.  I loved her."
   "But it feels wrong with me?  You sure didn't seem to mind when you
came in my mouth earlier."
   "No.  It wasn't like that at all.  I mean . . .
   "Look, I still have one last promise to keep to Debbie.  You can
either get in that bed, or you can leave.  You wanna fuck, or don't
you?"
   Thomas was horrified by the change in her.  He didn't understand why
she was acting this way.  One moment, she really seemed to like him. 
The next, she seemed so cold, so hard.
   He stared at her for a moment, hoping she would say something to
explain what was happening.  She stood there, her chest heaving, and
returned his stare.  It was almost as if she was challenging him to do
something.  If he could only figure out what.
   He turned away from her, and started down the stairs.  He couldn't
do what she was asking.  He simply couldn't.