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Subject: Cumin' Of Age by T.F.Yank (Parst 9-14)
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
system.
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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
permissable however. (Hell, I've been here for a while and STILL
haven't received even one flame. Starting to feel left out [grin])
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-- Chapter Nine
"If you expect to get home on time, you better get moving," Louanne
said to Debbie..
"Oh shit," Debbie swore. "We better hurry and get dressed. If I
blow this, I don't when we'll ever see each other again," she said as
she jumped up from the couch. She grabbed her discarded clothing and
quickly put them on.
"I brought down you school books," Louanne said. "Luckily we got a
lot done before he showed up if your Dad asks to see what we did."
"God yes. I almost forgot about that. I bet he'll want to see
everything we did. Well, I have that report I wrote at school last
week, too. There should be enough."
Turning to Thomas, she added, "You better stay here awhile, in case
he's outside. That's okay, ain't it, Lou?"
"Well, if he staying, he better put some clothes on. But yes, he
can. Now hurry up. You don't wanna get into more trouble, do you?"
Debbie grabbed her books and started for the stairs. Turning, she
ran back to Thomas and threw her arms around him. "I don't want to go.
Oh Tommy, I love you so much."
"I love you too. But you have to go. I'll see you at school. And
you're only grounded for a few more days. We'll have plenty of time to
spend together after that. Now get going."
They kissed goodbye, and Debbie flew up the stairs.
Thomas watched her go, surprised by the feeling of sadness that came
over him.
"You bastard!"
"Pardon me?" he said, turning to face Louanne.
"You really love her, don't you?"
"Well yes, I do."
"Yeah right. You really love her when she sucks your cock."
"Hey, that's not why I love her."
"Oh you love her because she's so sweet?"
"Yes. She is sweet."
"Or is it her cunt's sweet and you get off eating cunt?"
"I don't have to listen to this. I don't know why you're so upset
at me."
"And what about me?" Louanne asked as she moved closer to him.
"Would you love me too if I sucked you off? If I let you eat me?"
Her hand reached out and wrapped around his penis. Thomas froze at
the contact.
"Isn't that all you really want? Just someone to suck your dirty
cock, someone to swallow your disgusting cum?"
"Don't!" Tommy yelled as he tried to move away from her.
"Comon, I can take care of you, too. You don't need to mess around
with her," Louanne said as she moved after him.
"You're crazy! I don't want you. Let me outta here. Get away from
me." Thomas ran to get his clothes.
"I told you I wouldn't stand by and watch you hurt her," Louanne
yelled at him.
"I ain't gonna hurt her. I love her. I couldn't hurt her."
"Bullshit! How can you love her. You only just met her."
"I don't know. All I know is I do. I told her that we didn't have
to do any of that sex stuff. I was happy just being with her. But she
wanted to."
"Don't lie to me. I saw you. You're sick."
"I'm sick? I'm sick! What the hell are you? You were the one who
stood there and watched. Now if that ain't sick."
"I . . . er . . . But you . . ." Louanne stammered, not sure what
to say.
"Look, I don't know how to make you understand. I'm not even sure
why I need to. But I really do love Debbie. I mean it. She makes me
feel like. . . I don't know. But I do know it ain't just the sex. I
admit I like that part too. God, I never imagined it could be that
good. But if tomorrow, she said no more, it wouldn't matter. Just as
long as we can be together. That's all that matters."
Louanne watched as Thomas hurriedly put on his clothing. She felt
confused. Could he really mean it? Was she so worried that Debbie
would be hurt again, that she couldn't see that they were really in
love?
Did she even know what love was any more? She thought she and
Rodger were in love. But after what he did yesterday, could she be
sure? Maybe she was all wrong about weird Tom.
"Look, I'm sorry. But Debbie means a lot to me. I don't want to
see her hurt again," Louanne said.
"She means a lot to me too. And I'm not going to hurt her," Thomas
replied as he pushed his shirt into his pants. "Maybe it would be
better if I just left."
"Okay, so maybe I was wrong. Look about what I did before, you
don't need to say anything to Debbie, okay?"
"What you did?" asked Thomas.
"You know, when I touched your . . . er . . . thing. I wouldn't
have really done anything, I was just . . ."
"Hey, forget it. It didn't mean anything. But you did kinda scare
me for a moment."
"Well, just as long as you don't say anything. I'm really sorry."
"Oh, I won't say anything to Debbie. But maybe Rodger . . ."
"You wouldn't," Louanne yelped.
"Well, it's only fair. You tested me to see if I really loved
Debbie. This could be a kinda test to see how much he loves you,"
Thomas said with a grin.
"You're only teasing," Louanne said, relieved.
"You didn't really think I'd tell him, did you? That's not the
kinda thing you go around telling people."
"Well, I wasn't sure. I don't know you all that well. And some
people think you do weird things and all."
"Why don't we just forget it ever happened. I better get going.
Figure I'll head over to the school. There's suppose to be a ball game
going on. And that's where I told my mom I was going this afternoon."
"Hey, I'll walk over with you. Rodger was suppose to be there. But
I think you should go first. It wouldn't look right if someone saw us
leaving together. Sneak out the back, and wait for me at the corner,
okay?"
"Okay. And Lou?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for letting Debbie and me meet here today."
"That's okay. You can do it again if you want the next time my
step-mom isn't home. You better get going."
-- Chapter Ten
Thomas waited outside for Louanne, and together they headed to the
school. They arrived at the playing field as the game was just
finishing. Rodger noticed them and walked over to where they were
standing.
"What the fuck are you doing with him?" Rodger asked Louanne.
"I met him on the way over," Louanne replied.
"Where the hell have you been all afternoon. You were suppose to be
here after lunch?"
"I was studying with Debbie and didn't realize the time."
"You made me look pretty stupid. I told all the guys you'd be here.
It looked like you stood me up. I don't know what's gotten into you,
lately."
Louanne was embarrassed by the way Rodger was acting. "I'm sorry.
I'll try not to do it again."
"Yeah, you better not. Well we're heading over to Dale's house.
You wanna come along, Tom?"
Thomas was amazed at the way Rodger was treating Louanne. And the
way she allowed him. Remembering how mad she had been at him earlier,
he was surprised that she did nothing now. But he figured it really
wasn't any of his business.
In answer to Rodger's invitation, he said, "Well, I don't know. I
don't want to be in the way, or anything."
"Oh come on," Louanne said to him. "You said you were working at
the church all day. You should come along and relax a bit."
"Well if you don't think I'd be in the way?"
"Yeah, Lou's right," added Rodger. "You're always so stuffy. You
need to unwind a bit. There ain't gonna be a lot of people there
anyways. Just Dale and Sandy. And we can listen to the White Snake
album again. You ain't gonna believe it. The sucker really screams."
"Well okay, but I can't stay too long. I have to be home in time
for supper."
"Let's get going then," Rodger said. He threw his arm around
Louanne, and called to Dale and Sandy to wait for them.
The five of them headed to Dale's house. Once there, they went down
to the basement. Dale put the album on the stereo and turned up the
volume. He and Sandy sat on one of the couches and immediately started
necking.
Rodger and Louanne were doing the same thing. Thomas felt a bit
awkward and tried to concentrate on the music. But he found he kept
glancing over at Louanne.
Rodger took Louanne's hand and placed it in his lap. She tried to
pull her hand away, but Rodger just held it more tightly.
She tried to push him away, but he simply wrapped his arm tightly
around her neck. As she tried to speak, he smashed his mouth roughly
against her, muffling her words. She struggled for a moment or two to
no avail. The harder she tried to push him away, the more he hurt her.
She stopped resisting him, and he relaxed his hold on her.
She tried again to remove, her hand and he tightened his arm around
her neck. She gave up fighting him. He moved her hand back and forth
against his crotch.
When he stopped, and she just let her hand rest there, he again
squeezed her neck. Louanne quickly rubbed him without further
encouragement. He pushed his hand up her sweater.
Louanne raised her hand to prevent him. But he simply pushed it
back to his crotch and returned his hand to her breast. He broke their
kiss and whispered, "Comon baby, don't give me a hard time."
"Please Rodger, not here," she whispered back.
"But I love you. And it's been so long. I'm really hurting, Lou."
Rodger pushed her sweater up over her breasts and started kissing them
through her bra. His hand pulled one breast free, and his mouth
attacked her nipple.
"Please Rodger," she pleaded as she tried to pull down her sweater.
His hand shot out and grabbed hers. He squeezed her wrist and
twisted.
"You're hurting me," she cried.
"I'll do more than that if you don't cut this shit out," he snarled.
"But there are other people . . ."
"Shit, what are you talking about. There's only Dale and Sandy, and
they're busy doing their own thing."
"But Tom?"
"Let him watch if he wants. Maybe it'll give him a thrill watching
a real man take care of his girl."
"Please Rodger, don't."
"Shut up, or I'll break your fucking neck," he growled as he wrapped
his arm around her neck again. "You love me, don't you?"
When Louanne didn't answer immediately, he tightened his grip on her
neck. "Don't you?"
"Yes, Rodger, yes. Please stop, you're hurting me."
"Good. Then show me how much by rubbing my cock and giving me a
kiss."
Feeling helpless, Louanne did as he asked. His hand again roughly
rubbed her breast as his mouth tore into hers.
Thomas tried to ignore them. But what he had seen made him feel
sick. He quietly got up and left. Once outside, he wondered if he
should have done something to help Louanne. But as he reminded
himself, it was none of his business. Besides it as getting late. He
hurried home.
The couples continued, unaware Thomas had left. Rodger pulled his
penis out of his pants and place it in Louanne's hand.
Rodger placed one of his hands on the back of her neck and forced
her face down. He raised his hips, forcing his erect penis in her
mouth. Using both hands now, he forcibly moved her head up and down on
his shaft. Louanne tried to break away from him but couldn't.
Faster and faster he moved his hips until he seemed to go rigid. He
moved her head even faster as he climaxed. Louanne was making gagging
noises as she continued to try to break free. His cum dribbled from
the sides of her mouth.
He lifted her face from his now softening penis and clamped a hand
across her mouth and nose. "Comon, baby, swallow it. It ain't that
bad. Show me how much you love me by swallowing it."
Louanne tried to spit, but his hand prevented her. She also found
that she couldn't breathe with his hand blocking her nose. His other
hand grabbed the back of her neck.
"Comon baby, just once. It can't hurt you."
Left with no choice, she swallowed hard several times. Rodger let
go of her, saying, "See, it didn't kill you, did it?"
Louanne struck him hard across the face. "You bastard!"
Rodger laughed. He slowly pulled her to him and kissed her.
Louanne tried again to slap him but his hand caught hers.
"You don't want to do that. Shit, all I asked was you to swallow it
once. And you go and smack me?"
He wrapped one arm around her neck and clasped a hand across her
mouth. His other hand grabbed her naked breast and twisted violently.
"If you ever try something like that again, I'll beat the shit out of
you? Do you understand?"
Louanne, her eyes wide with fear, tried to shake her head yes.
"That's better. I don't understand why you always give me so much
trouble. But no more. I'm fed up with all your shit. If you want to
go out with me, you'll do what I want. Otherwise, I'll kick your ass
and find someone else. Now lick my cock clean." He forced her face
back down in his lap and held it there while she did as he said.
When she finished, he pushed his now limp penis back into his pants.
He pushed her away, telling her to straighten out her clothing. Now
that he had been taken care of, he no longer seemed interested her.
"I should be getting home, in case my step-mom calls," Louanne said
tentatively.
"That sounds like a good idea," Rodger responded. "You don't need
me to walk you, do you?"
"No, that's okay. I can manage."
"Good. Cause I don't have much energy right now. You kinda drained
it all out of me. I'll see you later though, right?"
"I dunno. I'm not feeling all that well and . . ."
"Don't give me that fucking headache shit again. You promised we
would go to the playing field tonight, remember?"
"Yeah, but I don't think . . ."
Rodger grabbed her arm. "Don't start that shit again. You
promised. I don't want to hurt you again, but if that's what . . ."
"No. Rodger don't. I'll go. Really I will."
"Okay. For a moment there, I thought I'd have to teach you all over
again. I'll be by about seven. And we can practice what you learned
today. If you only knew how good it feels when you suck me like that."
Louanne simply nodded her head in agreement. "He's crazy," she
thought. All she wanted was to get away from him. "Okay, I'll see you
later. But I really have to get home."
"Sure, no problem," he said as he gave her kiss. "Boy, are we gonna
have fun tonight."
Louanne ran from the house, tears streaming down her face. Praying
that there was someway she could avoid meeting Rodger later, she ran
home. Once home, she tried to figure out what to do.
-- Chapter Eleven
Louanne sat in the house, wondering how she could avoid seeing
Rodger. Her mother wasn't due home until tomorrow after lunch. She
thought about Debbie. Maybe she could stay over at her house tonight.
She hurried to the phone and dialled Debbie's number.
Debbie's father answered. Louanne asked to speak to Debbie. He
wasn't very pleased, but called Debbie to the phone anyways.
"Hello?" Debbie answered.
"Debbie? It's Lou. I need a favor."
"What's the matter, Lou? Are you okay?"
Louanne thought what she should tell Debbie. If Rodger ever found
out that she had told Debbie what had happened, he'd probably freak.
But if she didn't say something, Debbie might not realize just how
frightened she really was.
"Yeah. I'm okay. It's just that I don't want to stay here alone.
Can I stay at you house tonight?"
"I'll have to check with my Dad. But I don't see any reason why
not. You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. I'll explain it to you when I come over. That is
if your Dad says it's okay."
"Hold on while I check with him," Debbie said.
Waiting for Debbie to come back to the phone, Louanne prayed the her
dad said yes. If he didn't, she didn't know what she would do.
"Louanne?" Debbie asked as she returned to the phone.
"I'm still here," Louanne answered.
"Dad said sure. He doesn't like the idea of you staying alone
anyways. Matter of fact, he asked if you wanted to come for supper?"
"I'd love to. I'll be there as soon as I pack a bag. And thanks,
Debbie. Thanks a lot."
"Okay I'll see you when you get here. Take care, Lou."
Louanne raced around the house, filling an overnight bag. She left
a note for her step-mother saying where she was staying. "Just in case
she gets home before me," Louanne thought. She locked the door and
hurried to Debbie's house.
She thought she saw Rodger several times on the way to Debbie's
house. The thought frightened her so much, she ran the last several
blocks.
Debbie must have been watching for her, because the moment she
neared the front door, it opened.
"Are you okay, Lou?" Debbie asked, concerned.
"Oh thank God. Boy, am I glad to see you," Louanne said as she
threw her arms around Debbie.
Debbie took her bag and led her inside. She took Louanne
immediately up to her bedroom. Closing the door, she laid Louanne's
bag on the floor.
"Okay, tell me what the hell is going on?"
"It's nothing Debbie, really. I just kinda got spooked being alone
in the house."
"Who the hell do you think you're bullshitting? You've stayed alone
in that house a dozen times. Now tell me what's really the matter."
"I can't. I want to, but I'm afraid what will happen if I do.
Please don't make me?" Louanne started to cry.
Debbie went to her friend and put her arms around her. "Hey, it's
okay now. You don't have to tell me a thing. Is there anything I can
do to help?"
"Oh Debbie, if you only knew how much you're helping just by letting
me be here now. Oh god, I'm so frightened."
"Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?" Debbie asked.
"Let's just say that Rodger and I had a fight, and I don't want to
see him right now."
"What did the bastard do? If he tried anything . . ."
"No! No, nothing like that. Believe me Debbie, it was nothing like
that. It's just . . ." Louanne again broke into tears. She didn't
dare tell Debbie what happened. Rodger was crazy. And there was no
telling what he would do if he found out. She had to make certain
Debbie never suspected what Rodger had really done to her that day.
Managing to control her crying, she continued. "We had a quarrel,
that's all. It was our first fight, and I guess I'm pretty upset."
"Well, don't worry about a thing. You're staying here tonight. And
tomorrow I'll walk you home after we're sure your step-mom's there.
Let's get washed up and go down to eat. My father hates it when I
don't get to the table on time."
During dinner, Louanne thought of how she and Debbie were really
close friends. It was kind of surprising as they were so different
personality wise. But they did have several things in common.
Both girls had lost their mothers when they were young. And until
her dad had remarried, they were both raised by their fathers. She and
Debbie had been in school together since kindergarten.
They didn't always hang out in the same crowd. But they still spent
a lot of time together. And Louanne thought, Debbie was the only
person she could really talk to about things. Things like personal
problems, boys, love and even sex.
Louanne was always amazed by how Debbie used sex to get a boy. And
she knew Debbie did a lot of things that she would never think of
doing. But she had learned a lot from Debbie about sex, and how to
handle guys when they wanted you to do certain things.
Louanne thought of the hours they spent describing in detail what
they had done on dates. What they had done to the guys and what the
guys had done to them. It had become kind of a contest between the two
girls.
A contest to see who could do the most without really going all the
way. Debbie was far less inhibited than Louanne. And she didn't seem
to mind doing stuff that Louanne couldn't see herself doing.
Louanne wondered if she was more like Debbie, would this afternoon
with Rodger have ever happened. Was she making a bigger deal out of it
than she really needed to? What would it have hurt if she had
swallowed his cum? Debbie always said it was a lot less messy that
way.
And, she had to admit, she had been thinking about doing it anyways.
It really was a small thing to do for someone you loved. And when
Debbie had told her about what Tommy had done, Louanne thought it
might be the way to get Rodger to do the same thing to her.
But this afternoon changed that. She still couldn't believe how
violent Rodger had been. And when he had hurt her breast, the look on
his face had frightened her even more. It was like he really enjoyed
it.
She wished she had someone to talk to. Someone she could go to for
advise. She wished she was closer to her step-mother. But they never
really ever talked about things. Louanne didn't care too much for her
step-mother. She never really forgave her father for re-marrying, and
then dying like he did.
Dinner finished, Louanne helped Debbie clean off the table. The two
girls washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Debbie suggested
that they go up to her room to listen to some records when they
finished.
Once in Debbie's room, Louanne selected an album and put it on the
turntable.
"Okay, what gives?" Debbie demanded. "You were so quiet at dinner.
That's not like you. I know you said you didn't want to tell me about
it. But I can't stand seeing you like this."
Louanne thought she had to tell Debbie something. Either that, or
the girl would never leave her alone. But she didn't dare tell her the
truth. She tried to think of something that was close enough to the
truth so Debbie wouldn't suspect she was lying.
"I told you Rodger and me had a fight."
"Yeah, but what about?"
"Well it all started when we went to Dale's after the ball game this
afternoon."
"Ball game? Dale's? When did this happen?"
"After you left, I went to meet Rodger over at the school. A bunch
of the guys were playing ball. After the game, we went to Dale's to
listen to some music."
"Oh, yeah, one of those. Turn the lights low, turn the music up
high and hope the parents don't come down and catch you doing
something. Am I right?"
"Well, yeah. But anyways, Rodger and I were necking. But he wanted
more. First, he had me rub his cock. And then suck it. And then he
forced me to swallow his cum"
"Gee, I dunno Louanne. You two have done most of that before. So
what was the big deal?"
"Well for starters, I didn't want to. And he hurt me."
"He hurt you? How? What did the son of a bitch do to you?"
Louanne realized that she had already said too much. She could
picture Debbie going after Rodger. That was all she needed. It wasn't
bad enough he was mad at her for refusing him. If he found out she
told someone about what he did, he'd probably kill her.
"He pulled my hair. And he grabbed me."
"He grabbed you?"
"Yeah, he grabbed my breasts when he started to come. It hurt."
"I'm sure he didn't even realize it. Guys get excited like that
sometimes. But if he was really mean to you, you have to tell
someone."
"Well it wasn't so much that he was mean. It was just, I dunno.
Not every girl is as easy as you, you know."
"Easy as me?" Debbie asked, a hurt look on her face. "What do you
mean easy as me?"
Louanne felt really bad talking to Debbie like this. But she
couldn't think of any other way to get Debbie to back off.
"Well, you know what I mean. You seem to like doing stuff like
that. Sucking cock and all. I don't like it."
"So that makes me easy? You've sucked cock too. And you've
swallowed the cum too. So why am I easy, but you're not."
"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just upset. I
know Rodger's always trying to get me to do it. Today he just tried
harder than usual. And I guess he was a bit rougher than usual. I was
frightened."
Still smarting from Louanne's remark, Debbie said, "Okay. So maybe
he wasn't nice. And you have a good reason to be upset. But you bring
it on yourself. You two have been going out for a while. It would
seem to me you'd want to do things like that for him. I mean he is the
most popular guy at school and all. Besides you say you love him,
don't you?"
"You don't understand. It has nothing to do with love."
"Look, I know you and I disagree on this. But listen to me for a
moment. A girl's gotta do stuff like that if she expects the guy to
hang around. Otherwise they just find someone who will. And it ain't
no big thing to suck someone off. It ain't like you're going all the
way, or anything like that."
"You're the one who doesn't understand. You shouldn't have to do
stuff like that, if you don't want. If he really loved me, he wouldn't
forced me. That's the point I'm trying to make. He forced me. He
didn't ask me, he made me."
"Okay. You're right. He had no right to force you. But I still
think part of your problem is your attitude about the whole sex thing.
Look at Tommy and me."
"If I hadn't done him that first night, he never would have noticed
me. Sometime you just gotta do stuff like that. This afternoon, I was
even willing to let him fuck me, if that was what it took to keep him."
"You didn't? My God, Debbie."
"No we didn't. He didn't want to. He's so sweet. But the point is
that sometimes you have to do things you really don't want to do, if
you don't want to lose the guy."
"You and Rodger have been going out for a while. And you have to
figure out just how much you want to continue going out with him. If
you want to dump him, okay. I personally think you'd be making a big
mistake, but that's up to you."
"If you want to hang on to him though, you're gonna have to change
the way you think. Lots of couples do that stuff, even more. But it's
your decision."
Louanne was confused. Was Debbie right? Was she wrong not to do
those things for Rodger? She did love him. Or thought she did until
today.
"Look," Debbie added, "this fight might just be the best thing for
you two. Rodger has been taking you too much for granted anyways. You
just avoid him the next several days and let him stew."
"He'll soon come to realize just how miserable he is without you.
And probably he'll be feeling real sorry about how he treated you too.
After he's suffered for a few days, you can see him again. I bet it
will be better between you two after this."
"And if you follow a few suggestions from me, you have him eating
outta your hands. Or even better, your pussy."
"God, you're terrible," Louanne laughed, despite how she felt. "Is
that all you can think about?"
"Hey, don't knock it, girl. If you only knew what it feels like
when you come like that. When my sweet Tommy is between my legs, I
can't imagine there being anything better in the whole world."
"You really like the guy, huh?"
"Lou, I've never felt like this with anyone else. And like he says,
it is more than just the sex stuff. I look at him, and my heart races.
I feel him near me and I can't see anything else. And it hurts when he
isn't near me. It hurts in here," she said, holding her hand to her
chest.
"Oh, your boobs hurt?" Louanne teased."
"No! Damn you. My heart hurts. It's like something is missing. A
part of me is gone. And I'm only whole when he's with me. Do I sound
crazy?"
"Yeah. You're crazy, crazy in love. I'm so happy for you, Debbie.
I only hope he isn't taking advantage of you."
"Oh, he couldn't do anything like that. I don't know how I know
that, but I do. All I have to do is look into his eyes when he says he
loves me, and know he does. Damn, I wish I was with him right now."
Louanne wondered why she didn't feel the same way about Rodger. Did
she really love him? Or was she only going out with him because he was
so popular.
She did feel good when she was with him. And she did miss him when
he wasn't around. But she never felt like Debbie. Maybe people just
felt love in different ways.
She wondered what Rodger was doing tonight. And how he would react
when he didn't find her at home. Debbie was right. It would do him
good not to see her for a few days.
--- *** ---
"Fuck," Rodger swore. "Where the hell is the bitch?" He paced in
front of her house. He had rung the bell, even banged on the damn
door, but there had been no answer. "If she thinks she can play games
with me," he thought.
Rodger took off to Dale's. Maybe it's time for a change. The cunt
was becoming boring anyways. Fuck! Lately, she wouldn't even suck him
off unless he made a big issue of it.
And this afternoon, she actually had the nerve to slap him. She
should be thankful he didn't break her fucking arm. He didn't need
that shit. There were lots of other girls who would be more than happy
to go out with him. And a lot more willing, too.
Maybe that's what Lou needed, some competition, he reasoned. Maybe
he should find someone else. Yeah, that was it. But who? He thought
of several girls who had shown an interest in him.
Naw, they're no good. None of them had a rep for fooling around
much. He wanted someone who he didn't have to play games with, someone
who was easy.
Debbie! Now there was a cunt who was easy. Shit, he bet even weird
Tom was getting some from her. And didn't Billy Jenkins brag how she'd
do almost anything. Now that was what he was looking for.
But damn, she was Lou's best friend. She probably wouldn't go out
with him because of that. He thought of her big tits and how he loved
to sink his fingers into them. Shit, there had to be a way.
"If I could only get her alone. She'd be easy. A slut like her was
always ready, just needed a little priming." And he was sure he'd have
no trouble doing that. Even if he had to rough her up a bit.
Most cunts would do anything you wanted after you slapped them
around a few times. And sometimes, he enjoyed that part the best. But
how to get her alone? By the time he arrived at Dale's house, he had
forgotten Louanne. All he could think about was what he and Debbie
would do, once he thought of a way for them to get together.
-- Chapter Twelve
Louanne hung around Debbie's house until after lunch. She had
called home several times that morning. But her step-mother hadn't
been home. Debbie was starting to get on her nerves with all this talk
about love.
She tried her house again. Her step-mother answered this time.
"Are you okay, Louanne? I was concerned when I couldn't reach you
last night."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't feel like staying there alone last
night. So I came over here. But I'll be home in a few minutes. Just
have to say goodbye, and thanks to Debbie and her dad."
"Okay. And thank them for me too. Maybe the next time I go away,
you can stay there again. I'm not really happy about you staying here
alone. Anyhow, we can talk about that when you get home. See you
soon, sweet heart."
Louanne hung up and started packing her bag. Debbie offered to walk
her home.
"I'll be okay by myself," Louanne said. All she wanted was to be
alone. She had a lot of thinking to do. Before Debbie could protest,
she added, "Really. I'm alright. I really appreciate you being there
for me last night. But after our talk, I'm not as frightened any more.
Just confused. I need some time to think."
Thanking Debbie and her dad, she hurried home. Coming around the
corner, she checked to make sure Rodger wasn't waiting for her. She
breathed a sigh of relief once she saw he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Running into the house, she quickly closed the door. She was trembling
with fright.
"Is that you, Louanne?" her step-mother called from the kitchen.
"I've just fixed something to eat, if you want some."
Louanne left her bag by the front door and went to the kitchen.
"My god, Honey, are you okay? You look so pale."
"I'm not feeling too good. Must have been something I ate, I
guess," Louanne answered.
"You have to be more careful, sweet heart. You know how delicate
your stomach is. Maybe you should go lie down for awhile. Can I get
you something?"
"No, I'll be okay. But I think I will lie down. If anyone calls,
tell them I'm not feeling well, will you? Tell them I'll see them at
school tomorrow."
"Sure sweet heart. You go lie down. And don't worry, I won't let
anything disturb you."
Louanne spent the entire day in her room. She worried about how she
was going to handle Rodger. Was she wrong about him? Was she, like
Debbie suggested, making too much out of what happened? Or was she
right to think he was crazy, even dangerous?
--- *** ---
Rodger phoned Louanne that afternoon. Her step-mother told him Lou
wasn't feeling very well. He said he was sorry to hear that, and hoped
she would be feeling better soon. When he hung up the phone, he
wondered if Lou had mentioned what happened to her step-mother.
Naw, she wouldn't do that. She knew what would happen if she did.
Well, he'd see her at school tomorrow. She really didn't matter any
more.
No, he had already decided he would dump her. Actually he had a
plan. He would first find a way to get Debbie. And then when Lou
begged him to take her back, he'd have some fun with her, and then dump
her.
He imagined Lou begging. He'd be generous at first. He'd let her
give him a blowjob. Let her think she had a chance. Afterwards
though, he would have to admit that he liked Debbie better.
She'd beg to be given another chance. He'd appear undecided. She'd
plead with him, ask what she could do to prove her love. He'd offer
her a carrot. Fuck him, and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't dump her.
He was certain she'd jump at the chance. Hell, what girl wouldn't?
Wasn't he the most popular guy at school? There was no way she could
refuse.
And afterwards? Well, if she was really good, maybe he'd keep her
around a bit. He wondered if he could handle both Debbie and Lou at
the same time? Why not? He was more than one girl could handle
anyways.
He was too good for just one bitch. He had a duty to spread the
wealth. And he thought, wouldn't it be something to have two of them
at once? He fantasized what it would be like.
Imagine, he thought, having Lou suck his cock while he sucked
Debbie's tits. Or watching them do a sixty-nine. Or even better,
fucking one of them in ass, while she eat out the other.
And when they were bad? Well, he'd just have to slap them around a
bit, wouldn't he? Yeah, he thought. This is gonna be fun.
--- *** ---
Thomas spent the day studying. He wished he could see Debbie. But
he knew he'd have trouble explaining to his mother why. And besides,
Debbie was still grounded. He thought of them being together the day
before.
He knew he really loved her. There was no doubt in his mind. And
he meant it when he said he didn't care whether they fooled around
again. Though he hoped Debbie wouldn't take him up on that part.
Thinking of what he and Debbie had done, reminded him of Rodger and
Louanne. He felt ashamed he had run out on her. He should have done
something. It wasn't right for Rodger to have treated her like that.
He wished he didn't have to tutor her tomorrow. How was he going to
explain why he hadn't done anything? He wasn't even sure why himself.
--- *** ---
Debbie called to check on Louanne after supper. She was told that
Louanne wasn't feeling well and couldn't be disturbed. Debbie wondered
if she should mention how upset Lou had been the night before, but
decided not to. Saying she'd see Lou at school the next day, she hung
up.
Later that night, she lay in bed thinking about Lou and Rodger.
Debbie was sure Lou was wrong. Rodger was a really cool guy. If she
wasn't already going with Tommy, she'd jump at the chance to go out
with him.
If Lou would only do a bit more, take care of his needs a bit more.
Stop being so stubborn about certain things. Shit, all you needed to
do was let the guy play with your tits a bit. Maybe suck him off every
once in a while, and he was happy. And if he did the same to you,
hell, what more could you ask for?
"Like Tommy. God, I miss him," she thought. Her hand move to her
vagina as she recalled what it felt like with him between her legs.
With her fingers imitating his tongue licking her clit, she quickly
brought herself to orgasm. Not totally satisfied, she continued to
masturbate until she came a second time.
"God, that felt good," she thought. "Almost as good as when Tommy
does me." She tried to imagine what it felt like with a hard cock.
She had been surprised at how upset Tommy was when she suggested they
fuck.
And while she was still a virgin, she didn't intend for that to be
forever. If it felt that good with only a guy's tongue, imagine what
it would be like with the real thing. Her hand again played with her
now wet vagina.
Her finger slipped into the hot opening as she played with her erect
nipples. She imagined Tommy above her, his hard cock burying itself
deep in her burning cunt. His mouth at her breast, gently sucking.
His tongue torturing her nipples until she begged him to hurry up.
But he wasn't yet ready. His hand kneaded her breasts as his mouth
sucked harder. Debbie moaned softly as her hand enacted her mental
image. He slowly moved in and out of her hot box, taking long deep
strokes. Debbie' hips lifted from the bed in an attempt to capture her
teasing finger.
As her phantom lover urgently increased his movement, so too did her
hands. Her finger, now glistening with her wetness, concentrated on
her burning clit. She felt the heat build between her legs and knew
that she was almost there.
She spread her legs wider to take him more fully. "Fuck me lover.
Yes, fuck me," her mind screamed. Both hands were now at her cunt.
One hand moving rapidly in and out, while the other rubbed her clit
furiously. She buried her face into the pillow to stifle her moans.
Finally as her imaginary Tommy shuddered in climax, she too came.
She lay there gently rubbing her sopping wet cunt, fully spent. "God,
Tommy, that was good," she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.
-- Chapter Thirteen
Debbie waited outside her house for Louanne. When she saw her turn
the corner, Debbie hurried to greet her.
"Are you okay? I was worried when your step-mom said you weren't
feeling well yesterday."
"I'm okay. Just a little stomach ache, I guess."
"Well, I'm glad about that. I thought you might have still been
upset about Rodger."
"If she only knew how close to the truth she was," thought Louanne.
"No. I just wasn't feeling too good."
"Well, that's good. I wonder if we'll see Tommy on the way, this
morning? I can't wait to tell him what we did last night."
"Last night?" asked Louanne.
"Yeah, last night. Boy, was it good too."
"But I thought you were grounded?"
"I am. It was just a little fantasy. We weren't really together."
"And why do I think it was about sex. I don't know about you any
more, Debbie."
"Like you never did the same thing? What about the time when you .
. ."
"Okay. Okay, I give up," Louanne said, laughing. "And what was
this big fantasy?"
"We fucked."
"God no. You don't intend to really do that, do you? How could
you? It isn't right."
"What do you mean it ain't right. Didn't you and Gary do it, before
he left? Why is it right for you, and not for me?"
"You don't understand. Gary and I only did it that once. I was
really upset he was moving away. I wanted to give him something to
remember me by. I loved him."
"And I don't love Tommy? I don't want to do it just once. I don't
want to wait until he leaves, or something. I want to do it with him
always."
"Yeah, but you two only just met. Why don't you wait a bit. Make
sure he really loves you."
"Hey, I'm not the one who's having trouble with her boyfriend.
You're a good one to be telling me how to handle them. Maybe if you
and Rodger had been doing it, you wouldn't be having problems now."
"You don't know what you're talking about. You just don't do things
like that."
"You did it with Gary because you loved him, didn't you?"
"Yes, but . . ."
"Never mind the buts. And you love Rodger, don't you?"
"I don't know any more. That's the problem. I just don't know."
"I don't understand you at all, Lou. You're going out with the most
popular guy at school. And a real hunk too. If you weren't already
going out with him, and I wasn't in love with Tommy, I'd kill to get a
chance at Rodger. And I can tell you, he wouldn't have to force me to
do anything."
"You're right, you don't understand," Louanne said. "What you don't
understand is that there is more to a relationship than just sex."
"Well, maybe there is, and maybe there ain't. All I know is without
it, there ain't much of a relationship."
"God, you're frustrating," Louanne exclaimed.
"I don't know. Seems to me, you're the frustrated one. Probably
not enough sex," Debbie teased.
They had arrived at school. As Louanne was about to answer Debbie's
taunt, she saw Rodger waiting at the entrance.
"Debbie, please don't leave me alone with him," Louanne pleaded as
Rodger approached them.
"Hi Debbie, Lou. Can I have a word with you alone, Lou?"
"I'd rather Debbie stayed. What do you want?"
Rodger appeared uncomfortable with Debbie listening. "Well, I . . .
er . . ."
"Look Rodge, can't this wait 'til later? I don't want to be late
for class." Louanne moved away from him.
"Please Lou. Just give me a minute. Look, I'm real sorry about
Friday and Saturday. I acted like a real jackass. And I don't blame
you if you never talk to me again. I can't explain why I did what I
did. All I know is that I was wrong. I'd like to make it up to you,
somehow."
Debbie grabbed Louanne's arm and whispered in her ear, "Shit, he
practically begging for a second chance. You have to give it to him.
Don't blow it now."
Louanne pushed Debbie away. Turning back to Rodger, she said, "You
bastard! You think just because you tell me how sorry you are, that's
gonna make everything okay?"
"No I don't. I don't know what it will take. And I'd understand if
you never saw me again. But I really love you. And somehow, I'm gonna
show you just how much. Somehow I'll prove to you just how sorry I
am."
The look of hurt in his eyes struck at her heart. She wanted to
reach out and hold him close. But then the memory of the hurt and
humilation he had put her through surfaced. "No!" her mind screamed as
she turned her back on him, and hurried into the school.
Debbie started to follow Louanne.
"Wait Debbie, please," Rodger pleaded. "I need your help."
"I'll be late for class," she said. Seeing the look on his face
caused her to add, "But we'll talk about it later. At lunchtime,
okay?"
"Thanks Debbie. Thanks a lot," Rodger called to her as she hurried
to class.
Walking into school, Rodger couldn't help a smug little smile. He
looked around quickly to make such no one had noticed. "This is going
to be too easy," he thought.
--- *** ---
Later that morning, while they were in the locker room getting ready
for gym class, Rodger said to Dale, "I think it's about time we got you
laid."
"Say what?" asked Dale, not quite sure he had heard Rodger
correctly.
"Laid. You know, laid as in fucked."
"You shittin' me? When? Who?"
"When? This week I hope. Who? Well that's a secret for now. I
still have a few details to work out. But you can bet your balls that
by the weekend, you ain't gonna be a virgin no more."
"Comon, Rodge. Don't keep me hanging like this. Who? I wanna know
who."
"What does it matter who? A cunt's a cunt, right? Hey, don't
worry. She'll be worth it. Hell, I wouldn't pick no dog, if that's
what you're worrying about. I only party with the best, right?"
"You're gonna be there, too?"
"Fuck yes. We gonna have us a real gang bang. Just you, me and a
real horny pussy. Just think, everything you ever dreamed of doing
with a girl. Everything you ever wanted some cunt to do to you."
"You're not bullshitting me, are you?" asked Dale, still not quite
believing Rodger.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Just be ready when I say so. Comon.
We better get moving."
--- *** ---
Thomas had been in the next row of lockers from Rodger and Dale. He
was still pissed off at himself for sleeping in this morning. He
really had wanted to walk Debbie to school. But she had already left
by the time he went by her house.
He had only heard part of the conversation between Dale and Rodger.
But he had heard enough to understand what they were talking about. He
wondered who the girl was.
Tommy had known Rodger for a long time. It always amazed him how
Rodger seemed to have girls hanging all over him all the time. Rodger
use to go out with a different girl almost every week. There were
times when he went out with two or three of them at the same time.
But three months ago, Rodger started going out with Louanne. He
stopped seeing anyone but her. Listening to him this morning though,
it looked like that was over.
Thomas wondered if Louanne knew. She seemed like a really nice
girl, too. He hoped she wouldn't be too hurt when she found out.
Thomas wondered if what happened at Dale's was the reason Rodger was
thinking of seeing someone else.
He thought of how willingly Debbie was for him. And how Louanne had
tried to refuse to do the same thing for Rodger. He knew he was pretty
lucky to be going out with Debbie. He wished lunchtime would hurry up.
He wasn't certain he could wait until then to see her.
-- Chapter Fourteen
Once the lunch bell rang, Thomas hurried to the cafeteria. Debbie
was waiting for him.
"Where were you this morning?" she asked.
"I kinda slept in. By the time I got to your house, you must have
left already. I'm sorry."
"You are gonna walk me home, ain't you?"
"Sure. I intended to. And I promise I won't oversleep tomorrow
too."
"Okay. You wanna go out to the bleachers?" Debbie asked with a
grin.
"You know Debbie, I was kinda thinking about that. We shouldn't do
stuff like that."
"You don't like what we did? Could have fooled me."
"No, that's not what I mean. I just mean we shouldn't do it unless
we're alone. You know, like at Louanne's place, or our special place."
"Oh, you remembered the place in the park. I'm allowed back out
wednesday night. Wanna pay it a visit?"
"Sure. I'd like that. I should be finished at Louanne's around
nine. Damn, Mom would want to know why I was out after that."
"Shit, I forgot about that. My dad would get real upset too, if I
was out that late, unless there was something special going on."
"Well, maybe we could go to a movie Friday night. And then
afterwards we could . . ."
"But I don't want to wait until Friday," Debbie said with a pout.
"We could cut school if you want," Thomas suggested, surprising
himself.
"Naw, that wouldn't work either. I don't think Lou's mom is going
away this week. And there'd be too many people around for us to duck
into the park."
"Well, if you really want, we could go out to the bleachers,"
Thomas offered, hoping she wouldn't.
"Oh Tommy, you're so sweet. But you're right. We shouldn't risk
getting caught. Now that I got you, I don't want anything to come
between us. I guess we'll just have to wait until Friday."
"I'm sorry, Debbie. I wish I could think of something else. I
should never have agreed to tutor Louanne."
"It's not your fault. And just think. All this waiting will just
make it that much better. And don't you dare suggest that you
shouldn't tutor Lou. She needs the help. Just make sure you two don't
do anything else but study history."
"I wouldn't do anything like that," Thomas said, hurt that Debbie
would suggest that he would.
"I'm only teasing you, Tommy. I know you wouldn't. And I trust
Louanne too. Even if she is having boyfriend trouble."
Before Thomas could ask her what she meant, Rodger approached them.
"Hi Tom. Debbie, can we talk for a minute?" Glancing at Thomas, he
added, "Alone?"
"We'll only be a couple of minutes. You don't mind, Tommy?" Debbie
said as she and Rodger walked a few feet away.
Thomas, leaving the two of them alone, walked over to the playing field.
"I appreciate this," Rodger said to Debbie once they were alone. "I
need your help. You're Lou's best friend, and I don't know who else to
turn to."
Debbie again saw the pain in his face. "Lou has to be crazy to give
this guy up," she thought.
"I did something very foolish on the weekend and . . ."
"Look Rodge, Lou told me most of it. I agree you should be ashamed
of what you did. But you have to let her have some time to sort things
out. Maybe you still have a chance, and maybe you don't. But this is
not the place for us to discuss it. Besides, with Tommy tutoring Lou,
this is the only time I get to spend with him."
"Can you meet me after school this afternoon?" he asked.
"I don't know. I have things to do. And I don't think we want Lou
to know about this just yet, do you?"
"Too easy," he thought. "Well maybe you're right. If you think we
should keep this a secret?"
"Look, I'll be doing some shopping around five. Can you meet me at
Randall's Market around then?"
"Sure, no sweat. I really appreciate this, Debbie. Someday, you'll
realize just how much."
"I'm not doing this for you. It's Lou I'm thinking about. But
okay. I'll see you then. And I don't think Lou should know about it
just yet. Or Tommy, for that matter," she added, suddenly worried
about how he'd react if he found out she was meeting Rodger like that.
"Thanks Debbie. I guess I've taken up enough of your time. I'll
see you later."
Debbie said goodbye and went looking for Thomas. Rodger watched her
go. All the time he was talking to her, he kept seeing her beneath
him, her big tits wrapped around his hard cock.
"You're gonna realize just how much I appreciate you, you slut. And
much sooner than you think," he thought. "And once I've got my cock
jammed in your wet cunt up to your tonsils, you'll learn to appreciate
me, too. But not tonight," he conceded. "I've got to get you alone
somewhere. Some place where there won't be any people around.
Somewhere quiet and isolated."
The old Bartlett place. Yeah, that would do. The shed in back was
just the place. He had used it before. Far from the road, and no
other houses nearby. He had better go check it out tonight, and make
sure it was still okay.