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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

  ----------------------------[  Disclaimer  ]-----------------------
  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.
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 -- Chapter One

   Thomas looked in the mirror.  He didn't really like what he saw. 
"Too slim, almost skinny," he thought.  He wondered if he would ever
start filling out.  He worked out daily with weights in hope of having
muscles like his hero, Arnie.
   Now there was a man.  Big, strong, and confident.  Arnie never had
trouble knowing what to do.  He wasn't afraid of anything, let alone
some silly girl.
   Thomas thought Debbie.  He wasn't exactly sure why, or even how, he
had agreed to take her to the movies tonight.  He really didn't like
girls.  Not that he was queer, or anything like that.  Just they seemed
so silly, always giggling and talking.
   Besides, his mom said girls would only lead him straight to hell. 
He didn't exactly understand how that was suppose to happen.  Something
to do with sex.  But his mom insisted girls were the cause of all the
trouble with men.
   Something about why his father had left years ago, when Thomas was
only two.  Something about men being too weak to resist.  True, his
mother was talking about bad girls.  But Thomas didn't understand how
you could tell a good girl from a bad girl.  His mother found something
wrong with all of them.
   And not just the girls his age.  Even old ladies like Mrs. Meyers
across the street.  Heck, she must be over 40.  She had children older
than Thomas.  Her youngest son, Billy, was a year ahead of Thomas in
high school.
   According to his mother, Mrs. Meyers was a plaything of the Devil. 
Something about her entertaining men overnight.  Thomas wasn't exactly
sure what his mother meant by entertaining, but he knew she placed it
right up there with stealing and killing.
   Thomas had a very protective life.  His mother never talked about
sex, except to say it was going to send everyone to hell.  And he felt
very uncomfortable when someone else talked about it too.  At times, it
seemed all his friends at school ever talked about was sex.
   He was teased by the few close friends he had about how little he
knew.  He ignored their taunts when he could, and pretended
indifference the rest of the time.
   Still he had his weak moments.  Sometimes, he would have an erection
when he watched some girl.  He even had the occasional wet dream. 
Whenever that happened, he would get out of bed real early, and make
sure he washed his sheets and pajamas before his mother saw anything.
   He wasn't certain why everyone seemed so excited about sex.  All he
ever felt was discomfort when he had an erection.  Sometimes it even
hurt.  And he was ashamed when he woke to find himself, and his bed,
covered in sticky stuff after one of his dreams.
   He had to admit the feelings he got when he caught a glimpse of some
girl's breasts or thighs did feel good for a short time.  Or the warm
glow he felt when he first woke from one of the dreams.  But the guilt,
and sometimes pain he felt afterward convinced him such things were
definitely wrong.
   He was sure he was doing something wrong now, too.  He didn't know
why he had lied to his mother earlier.  Instead of telling her he was
going to the movie with Debbie, he said he was going with Dale and
Roger.  Well, he was going with the guys, but they also had dates.
   He knew if he had said he was going with a girl, his mother would be
upset.  She would have wanted to know who the girl was.  Was she a good
girl?  Did she attend church regularly?  And a whole bunch of other
questions he didn't really want to hear, or answer.
   Not that Thomas planned on doing anything bad.  Actually, he had
only agreed to go with Debbie because the guys had been teasing him
again.  And he wanted to see the movie.  Arnie was in it.  Some type of
sci-fi flick that was suppose to be real good.
   Thomas quickly finished dressing, and went downstairs.  His mother
was sitting in the living room, reading.  He quietly slipped into the
kitchen to get something to drink.
   "Thomas?  Is that you?"
   "Yes, Mom.  I'm just getting some milk before I leave."
   "Do you have enough money, sweet heart?  You may want to buy
something at the movies.  Or afterwards, you and your friends might
stop for something to eat."
   "It's okay Mom.  I have enough.  I don't expect we'll stop anywhere
afterwards.  But even if we do, I've got enough money."
   "Well okay.  I'm glad to see you going out with those two nice boys. 
Roger is such a perfect gentleman whenever he visits, and Dale teaches
Sunday school.  You can learn a lot from nice boys like that.  I thank
God, every day, you didn't turn out weak like your father."
   Not wanting to hear more of his mother's lecture, Thomas decided he
could wait until he got to the movies for something to drink.  "I gotta
get going, if I don't want to miss the beginning of the movie.  I'll
probably be late, so don't wait up for me."
   "Well, I do like to go to bed early.  But make sure you don't come
home too late.  You never know what kind of devil's spawn are out there
late at night.  You make sure you come straight home afterward.  And
walk on the lighted side of the streets.  Don't talk to strangers and 
. . ."
   "Please Mom, I'll be okay, really.  I'm not a little boy any more. 
I'm 16, almost 17."
   "You are never too old to be careful.  And Satan tempts all ages."
   "Mom, I promise to be very careful.  But I really got to go."
   "Okay.  But aren't you going to give your poor mother a kiss
goodbye?"
   He gave her a quick kiss, and hurried out of the house.  He headed
over to Roger's house.  The two boys were waiting for him.
   "Shit, man, I thought you weren't gonna show," said Dale.
   "Yeah, we thought you were scared off by Debbie's big tits," Roger
added with a chuckle.
   "Knock it off, will you?  We're gonna be late for the movie," Thomas
answered, trying to ignore the jibes.
   "Yeah, we don't wanna keep the girls waiting too long.  I hear
there's a great fuck scene in flick, complete with naked tits and
everything.  Hope it gets Louanne in the mood for later," Rodger said,
grinning.
   "I don't care about tits on film, when I know I'm gonna play with
the real thing," Dale said.
   "I'm sure Sandy and Louanne would be real happy to hear you two
talking that way.  I worry about you sometimes.  All you ever think of
is sex," Thomas said as he started to walk away.
   "Shit, there ain't nothing else but sex.  And someday you'll wake up
to that fact," replied Rodger as he and Dale hurried to catch up to
Thomas.
   They arrived at the movie theater to find the girls waiting. 
Quickly buying tickets, the three couples entered the theater. They
stopped at the candy counter to get popcorn and drinks, and then went
to find seats.  Rodger led them to the back of the theater, choosing
seats near the wall.  Thomas wasn't very happy with where they were
sitting.  But as no one else said anything, he decided not to make an
issue of it.
   No sooner had they settled in their seats when the house lights went
out.  There were the normal promos for upcoming movies, and several
boring commercials.  Finally, the movie started.
   About twenty minutes into the movie, Thomas noticed the other
couples seemed more interested in each other than the movie.  Rodger
and his date were kissing pretty heavily.  Dale and Sandy appeared to
be watching the movie, but Thomas noticed Dale squirming in his seat.
   Pretending to drop something on the floor, Thomas bent down and
stole a quick glance.  Sandy had her hand on the front of Dale's pants,
rubbing his crotch.  Transfixed, Thomas watched as she took Dale's hand
and placed it between her legs.  Thomas quickly straighten up, and
returned his attention to the screen.
   "He sure is big."
   Except for a brief, timid hello when they met outside the theater,
Thomas and Debbie hadn't said a word to each other.  He was startled by
her speaking now.
   "I'm sorry.  You said something?" he stammered.
   "I was talking about the guy on the screen.  He has to have the
biggest arms I've ever seen."
   "He sure does.  He used to be Mr. Universe before he started acting. 
He's one of my heros.  I hope to be just like him when I grow up.  I
work out every day with weights.  But it doesn't seem to help much."
   "You work out?  With weights, and everything?  Are you into that
stuff?"
   "Well I try.  But no matter how much I do it, I never seem to gain
anything."
   "Can I feel your muscles?"
   "Here?  Er . . . I really don't have much muscle.  Really.  There
ain't anything to feel . . ."
   "Comon.  Just make a muscle, and I'll be the judge."
   Feeling foolish, Thomas flexed his arm, and did his best to make his
muscle hard.  The feel of Debbie's hand on his arm sent shivers through
his body.
   "Ooh, that is hard.  I bet you're real strong too."
   Thomas blushed at her comment.  He was glad it was dark so no one
could see him.  "I'm not that strong."
   "How heavy are the weights you use?"
   "It depends on what type of lifting I'm doing.  Normally, I curl
about 75 pounds.  But I can bench press 135."
   "God!  You could pick me up with no sweat.  I weight 98 pounds.  I'm
so fat.  I know I should lose some weight but . . ."
   "You're not fat.  You just have a large frame.  You don't look like
you're carrying a lot of fat.  Some people are just bigger boned than
others."
   "You really think so?  I dunno.  I'm so top heavy.  And my hips are
way too big.  I think my body's ugly."
   "I don't think you're ugly.  You have a very nice body.  Er . . . I
mean  . . ."
   "Oh, you're so sweet.  And you're not weird either."
   "Weird?"
   "I shouldn't have said that.  But some of the kids think you're a
bit weird sometimes.  Obviously, they don't know you very well."
   Thomas was going to ask her who said he was weird, but Debbie hugged
his arm as she placed her head on his shoulder.  Her closeness caused
his mind to go blank.
   He was afraid to move.  The feel of her hair against his cheek, the
smell of her perfume, made him feel a bit dizzy.
   "Can I feel your muscles again?"
   Glad for the distraction, he raised his arm.  Debbie ducked her head
underneath, causing him to involuntarily place his arm around her
shoulders.  She leaned back in her seat, trapping his arm.
   Thomas wasn't sure what to do.  If he removed his arm, she might get
upset.  But he felt awkward.  He wasn't even sure where he should place
his hand.
   Debbie shifted in her seat, her hand reaching up and grasping his,
causing him to hug her tightly.  She again rested her head against his
shoulder.
   "A girl sure feels safe with someone strong like you," she said,
giving his hand a squeeze.
   Thomas tried to pay attention to the movie.  But all he could think
about was how soft she felt.  He glanced at the other couples.  He
couldn't be certain, because of the dim light, but it looked as if Dale
had his hand in Sandy's sweater.  Rodger and Louanne were low in the
seats, and Thomas couldn't see what they were doing.  But he could hear
their kissing and whispered conversation.
   "Oh yes, baby, that feels good.  Oh shit, you're the best," he heard
Rodger say.
   Between the antics of the other couples, and the closeness of
Debbie, Thomas was having a hard time paying attention to what was
happening on the screen.  And to make matters worse, he had an
erection.  He hoped Debbie didn't notice the large bulge in his pants. 
He tried concentrating on the movie, hoping the bulge would go away.
   But the movie wasn't helping matters.  Arnie was making love to this
good looking blond.  Debbie whispered into his ear, "My God, look at
his muscles.  He must be solid as a rock."
   Her hand brushed his leg, causing him to jump.
   "Ooh, so your arms aren't the only big strong muscle you have,"
Debbie whispered as her hand came in contact with his erection.  She
gave it a squeeze before removing her hand.
   Thomas found it impossible to breathe.  He swore someone had turned
on the heat, as sweat seemed to pour from his body.  Debbie, grasping
his hand, drew it down further, and pressed it against her soft breast.
   "Are your hands as big and powerful as his?" she asked as she
pressed his hand tighter against her chest.
   Thomas couldn't take much more of this.  "Excuse me, please.  I have
to go to the bathroom."  He quickly got up, and almost ran to the
lobby.
   He hurried to the bathroom, and locked himself in one of the stalls. 
His heart was pounding so hard he was certain it would explode.  His
breathing was ragged and his head was spinning.
   His mind reeled in confusion.  Should he go back there?  He was
afraid of what Debbie might do next if he went back.  Or should he try
to leave the theater quietly.
   At the same time, he was afraid of the ribbing he knew he would get
from Rodger and Dale if he didn't return to his seat.  And it wouldn't
be fair to Debbie if he left her like that either.
   His heart slowed, and his breathing became easier.  Even his
erection had subsided.  But he could feel the start of the pain he
often had whenever he had erection for any length of time.  As much as
he disliked it, he realized his only option was to go back in there,
and hope the movie would end soon.
   He left the bathroom, and stopped at the candy counter.  He bought
some more popcorn and soda, and made his way slowly back to his seat.
   "Are you okay?" Debbie asked, once he was seated.  "You were gone
for quite a while."
   "Er . . . yeah.  I'm okay.  Just had to visit the men's room. 
Thought you might want some more stuff to eat."
   "Oh Tommy.  You're so thoughtful."  Debbie put her arms around him,
and hugged him.  Her breasts pressed hard against his arm, causing him
to almost drop the drinks and popcorn.
   Thomas tried to sit as far from Debbie as the small seats would
allow.  But she complained of being cold and asked him to put his arm
around her again.  He did so, reluctantly.  She again pulled his hand
down to her breast.
   He was forced to move closer so his arm didn't feel as if it was
being pulled out of its socket.  Debbie responded by placing her head
on his shoulder.  Her hand moved to his knee, and gently stroked it. 
He felt himself becoming hard again.  He placed the popcorn container
on his lap to hide the erection.
   Thankfully, Debbie seemed happy to play with his knee.  He started
to relax, and was, at last, able to pay attention to what was happening
on the screen.
   Again, Arnie was making love to some girl on the screen.  Thomas
wondered if he would ever feel confident enough to do something like
that.  Arnie made it seem so easy.  Made it seem like something
enjoyable.  Not something dirty and evil like his mother was always
talking about.
   "Ooh, that feels so good," Debbie purred in his ear.
   Thomas realized he had been rubbing her breast.  He tried to snatch
his hand away, but Debbie held it tightly.
   "Don't stop.  It feels good when you do it like that.  You're not
like the others.  All they want to do is grab and squeeze.  It hurts
when they do it.  But you, you make me feel all tingly inside."
   Thomas started to tell her how this was all wrong, that they
shouldn't be doing stuff like this.  But as he opened his mouth to
speak, Debbie leaned over and covered his mouth with hers.  Her tongue
slipped into his opened mouth, and searched out his.
   Thomas had never kissed anyone on the lips.  He realized they were
french kissing.  The sensation was not unpleasant.  He tentatively
imitated her flickering tongue movements.  As her tongue retreated, his
followed until he was sure he filled her mouth.  She sucked hard on his
tongue, and he too made sucking motions.
   Her hands clasped tightly behind his neck as she drew him closer. 
His hands wrapped around her shoulders as he continued to return her
kiss with equal passion.  At first, he held his breath, but soon
realized he could breathe comfortably through his nose.  Several
minutes passed before they stopped kissing.
   They sat there in each other's arms, ignoring the movie.  The arm
rest was digging painfully into his lower rib cage, but Thomas was too
lost in these new feelings to care.
   Debbie took the popcorn container and placed it on the floor.  She
took one of his hands and placed it on her breast.  She pulled his face
to hers, slipping her tongue between his lips as her hand sought out
his enlarged shaft through his slacks.
   Thomas lost all sense of time.  His world became one of touch and
taste.  Thoughts of good and evil were pushed aside as his senses
flooded with pleasure.  He never wanted this to stop.
   "Shit.  Don't you two ever come up for air?"
   Thomas heard the words, but their meaning didn't register.  He was
enjoying this new past-time too much to care about the rest of the
world.
   "Hey man.  Comon, the movies over.  It's time to leave."
   It was Debbie who broke their embrace.  "It's over already?  Boy,
they sure make movies short nowadays," she said as she straightened her
blouse.
   "A double feature would have been too short for you two," Rodger
said, winking at Thomas.  He playfully jabbed Thomas on the arm.
"Comon, let's get something to eat before we go home."


 -- Chapter Two

   The three couple left the theater and headed for the local hang-out. 
Debbie snuggled close to Thomas as he put his arm around her shoulder. 
Debbie slowed her walk until the others were about ten feet ahead of
them.
   "Are you very hungry?" she asked.
   "No, not really.  Why?"
   "I don't want anything to eat either."
   "You don't have to eat anything, if you don't want to."
   "Yeah, I know.  But I don't want to go there."
   "It's kind of early to go home," Thomas said, feeling disappointed. 
"But if that's what you want . . ."
   "I don't want to go home yet, either."
   "But if you don't want to go home, and you don't want to . . ."
   "I thought we could take a walk through the park.  Just the two of
us," Debbie offered, her hand caressing his cheek.
   "The park?  There ain't nothing to do there,"  Thomas replied,
feeling uncomfortable at her touch.
   "Yes there is," Debbie replied coyly, her hand moving down to his
chest.  Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, her hand
dropped to his crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze. 
   Realizing what she intended, Thomas called out, "Hey guys, wait up."
   Debbie quickly removed her hand, and nearly had to run to keep up
with Thomas.  Catching up to the others, he said, "Debbie's not feeling
too well.  And I guess I had better take her home."
   "You're not well?" Sandy asked Debbie.
   "Guess I'm just tired.  I figure I'd better just go home."
   "Maybe we should go with you," said Louanne.
   "No!  I mean . . . that ain't necessary.  Tommy will take me home. 
No reason for the rest of you to screw up your evening.  I'm not sick,
or nothing like that.  Just tired."
   "If you're sure you don't need us along?" asked Louanne, glancing at
Thomas.
   Debbie caught Louanne's meaning and shook her head.  "No, really. 
I'll be okay.  You go ahead.  I'll see you tomorrow."
   Saying goodbye, the others took off.  When they were out of sight,
Debbie grabbed Thomas' hand.
   "Comon.  I'll race you."
   Thomas had little trouble keeping up with her.  He could have easily
left her far behind, but it seemed to make her happy to think she was
beating him.  They arrived at the entrance to the park, breathless from
laughing.  Thomas was surprised, and a bit disappointed, to see so many
other couples walking around.
   Debbie noticed his disappointment.  She said, "Don't worry.  I know
a special place where there ain't so many people.  Comon, follow me."
   She led Thomas away from the main path to a clump of evergreen
trees.  Looking around to make certain no one was watching, she ducked
under the low branches and disappeared into the trees.  He followed. 
He had to crawl for a ways, but finally came into a small clearing. 
Debbie was waiting for him.
   "Isn't this perfect?" she asked.  "No one can see in here, and we'd
hear someone coming long before they got here."
   Thomas looked around.  The clearing was about 6 feet across.  The
ground was covered in pine needles.  The area was lit by one of the
nearby street lights.  Not a lot, but enough so they could see one
another.
   Thomas stood looking at Debbie, not quite certain what to do next. 
Debbie moved closer and wrapped her arms around his waist.
   "I guess you can show me your muscle now."
   Thomas didn't understand why she was so interested in his muscles. 
But if that was what she wanted?  He raised his arm and flexed.
   Debbie laughed.  "That ain't exactly the muscle I had in mind.  But
it'll do for starters."
   Slipping her hands under his shirt, she pulled it up to his chest. 
Her hands caressed his chest as her lips sought one of his nipples. 
The touch of her lips sent shivers down his spine.  His hands went to
her breasts, and in his urgency, he squeezed them.
   Debbie pushed him away.  "No!  Not like that.  Be gentle.  Like you
were before.  Here," she said, pulling him to the center of the
clearing.  "Take off your shirt, and come lie down here."
   Thomas tore at his shirt as Debbie removed her blouse.  She kneeled
on the ground, waiting for him to join her.
   "Now take off my bra.  No, it hooks in the front.  See?  There.  Now
gently remove it.  Okay.  Now gently touch them.  Yeah, like that. 
God, that feels good.  Now kiss them.  No, not like that.  Use your
tongue too.  Yeah, that's it.  Don't stop using your hands.  Do both. 
Yeah, like that.  God, you're good.  Suck my nipples.  Ooh, that feels
good.  Now the other one."
   Thomas followed her directions, enjoying everything she asked him to
do.  He couldn't believe how sweet she tasted.  He marvelled at the
silky texture of her skin.  And when her nipples started to harden
under his touch, he worked even harder.
   Debbie's hands went to his belt.  She struggled to undo it without
success.  "Damn, how do you take this sucker off?  Comon, give me a
hand here."
   Thomas didn't want to stop playing with her breasts.  But her
squirming made it difficult.  He reached down and undid the belt
buckle.  Debbie's hands undid the button of his pants and then opened
the zipper.  She tugged at his pants until he raised his hips to allow
her to pull them down.  Her hands grabbed the waistband of his boxer
shorts and pulled them down too.
   "Now that's the muscle I'm really interested in.  Oh, the poor
thing.  He looks so red and angry.  Maybe if I give him a little kiss,
he won't feel so bad."
   Thomas watched in amazement as Debbie lowered her head to his penis. 
She took the tip into her mouth.  He found it almost impossible to
breathe.  His heart was racing so fast he was sure it would burst.
   "No!  Please!  You shouldn't do that," he managed to say.
   Debbie raised her head and looked at him.  Her hands grasped his
shaft tightly and moved up and down its length.
   "I shouldn't?  But I thought you'd like it.  The other boys always
want me to do this."
   "No you shouldn't.  It's bad.  It's a sin."
   "But doesn't it feel good?  Don't you like it when I do this?" she
asked as she lowered her head once again and sucked hard on the tip of
his enlarged penis.
   "Oh God, yes," he groaned.  "But it isn't proper.  We shouldn't be
doing this."
   "Haven't you ever done this before?" Debbie asked.
   "No," he replied timidly.
   "Are you queer?"
   "I am not queer!  Why does everyone think I'm queer just because I
don't like doing stuff like this?"
   "But you do like it.  You said so yourself.  Are you still a
virgin?"
   "I didn't mean that.  I meant that it wasn't . . ."
   "You are a virgin, aren't you?"
   "Yes, of course, I'm a virgin.  Sex is something you save for
marriage, and than only to have children."
   "You can still have sex, and be a virgin.  I do it all the time.  As
long as you don't fuck, you're still a virgin.  You can do almost
anything else, and still be a virgin.  I'm a virgin."
   "You are?" Thomas asked, astonished.
   "You don't have to looked so surprised.  What type of girl do you
think I am, anyways?  And here I thought you were different.  You're
just like all the rest.  Just because I . . ."
   Debbie started to cry.  Thomas wasn't sure what he should do.  He
certainly didn't want her to be upset.  Taking her gently in his arms,
he said, "Please don't cry.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you."
   "But you think I'm dirty just because I like to play a little bit. 
I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me.  I don't do this
with every guy I go out with.  I thought you were special."
   "I'm sorry Debbie, really I am.  I don't think you're dirty.  I
think you're kind of special too."
   "You do?  Oh, Tommy.  You're so sweet.  Couldn't we play just a
little bit?"
   "I dunno."
   "Don't you want to play with my titties again?  You can suck them
all you want.  And you can even squeeze them, if you really want to."
   "Oh, I couldn't do that.  You said it hurt that way.  But I wouldn't
mind just rubbing them a little.  And maybe kissing the tips, they
taste so sweet."
   Debbie pulled his face to her chest, and thrust one of her breasts
against his lips.  Thomas again marvelled at the silky feel of her bare
skin as his mouth closed around her nipple.  Debbie's hands once again
grasped his penis and gently massaged it.
   Thomas knew what they were doing was bad.  But it did feel good, and
he certainly didn't want to upset her again.  So he continued to kiss
and caress her breasts as her hands continued to play with his penis.
   "Ooh, you make me so hot," Debbie moaned.
   Concerned he had done something wrong, he raised his head and said,
"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean . . ."
   "No, don't stop," she pleaded as she pressed his face back to her
breasts.  "You are so silly sometimes.  I meant you make me feel good. 
Especially down here between my legs, good and hot."
   Thomas didn't quite understand what she was talking about.
   Seeing the questioning look on his face, Debbie asked, "Haven't you
ever seen a pussy?"
   "No.  It's not right for someone to . . ."
   "Will you stuff that goody two-shoes routine?  If I want a sermon,
I'll go listen to Preacher Walters on Sunday.  All I want to know is do
you want to see mine?"
   "Well, I . . . er . . ."
   "God, you're hopeless.  I was trying to explain to you what I meant
when I said you make me feel hot.  Here, I'll show you."
   Debbie stood up and removed her skirt.  She started to lower her
panties.  Instead she stopped and knelt near Thomas' face.  "You do it. 
Here give me your hands."
   Thomas allowed Debbie to take his hands and place them at her waist. 
He hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties and pulled them
down slowly.  He found himself staring directly at her uncovered
vagina.  Debbie giggled and said, "So what do you think?"
   Thomas didn't know what to think.  He never imagined it would be so
hairy.  You really couldn't see much through the hair.  But he
remembered how upset she had been before, and didn't want to say
anything to upset her again.
   "I don't know.  This is the first time I've ever seen one."  He
reached up and gently touched her pubic hair.  "Your hair is very soft. 
Softer even then the hair on your head."
   "Do you think it's pretty?" she asked.
   Thomas didn't think it looked particularly pretty, but this was the
first time he had seen one, so he really didn't know.  But he certainly
didn't want to upset her by say no.
   "Yes, very pretty."
   "When I said before you made me feel hot, I meant you made my pussy
feel hot, hot and wet.  Here, gimme your hand, again."
   Debbie took his offered hand and pressed it against her vagina. 
"Can you feel the heat?  Can you feel how wet I am?"
   Thomas was surprised to find out she was right.  Her vagina was
indeed quite warm and slick.  Debbie rubbed his hand up and down
against herself.
   "Oooh, that feels so good.  I sometimes wish I could do this all
day.  Sometimes at night, I lay in bed and play with myself.  The
feeling you get is unbelievable.  But it's even better if someone does
it to you.  Do you ever play with yourself?"
   "My God, no!  It's . . ."  Thomas saw Debbie frown as he was about
to say how dirty it was.  He thought better of it, and said instead,
"The feelings I get aren't pleasant.  Actually, all I ever felt was
pain."
   "Pain?  Where does it hurt?"
   "Well, it's hard to explain.  But I guess I feel the pain in my . .
. er . . . testicles."
   "Your testicles?  Oh you mean your balls.  Blue balls."
   "Pardon?" he asked.
   "You have blue balls."
   Thomas quickly looked down between his legs.  "My balls aren't
blue."
   Debbie laughed.  "I don't believe you.  Blue balls don't mean you
have blue balls.  It's just an expression.  It's what guys get when
they don't come."  She reached down and gently took his testicles in
her hand.  "Do you have pain now?"
   "Well, not much.  But I bet I will later."
   "I can fix that."
   "You can?  How?"
   "Never mind.  But first you have to promise to do something for me."
   "I dunno.  What do you want me to do?"
   "Remember how you played with my titties?  Remember how you used
your mouth and tongue and your hands?"
   "Yeah.  You want me to do that again?"
   "Yeah, but not to my titties.  Do it to my pussy."
   "I can't do that.  That's . . ."
   Debbie gently squeezed his testicles.  "You don't want the pain
again, do you?"
   "You're hurting me," he gasped.
   "Not as much as you'll feel later unless I take care of you.  Comon,
you liked playing with my titties.  What's the difference?  And I
promise not only won't you have any pain later, but you'll really like
what I'm going to do."
   Thomas thought for a moment.  He'd already sinned by touching a
girl's breasts.  Worse than that, he had actually kissed and licked
them.  And he had liked it.  He had touched a girl's vagina, and even
had her kiss his penis.
   How much worse could it be if he did what she was asking.  And if
she could actually get rid of the pain?  Spawn of the Devil was what he
was.  If his mother ever found out.  He didn't want to think what would
happen if she did.
   "Well.  Maybe just a little.  If I only did it a little, would that
be okay?"
   "No.  You have to do it until I say it's enough.  Otherwise, you can
just get rid of your pain yourself."  To emphasis her words, she again
gently squeezed his testicles.
   "Okay!  Okay, I'll do it.  But you got to promise you'll make sure I
don't get any pain."
   "Don't worry about it.  Here, let me get into a better position." 
Debbie lay propped up on one elbow.  She rolled over onto her hip and
raised one leg.  She reached out and slowly pushed his face between her
legs.
   Thomas wasn't sure what he was suppose to do.  He parted her hair,
revealing the deep pink slit beneath.  Using his fingers, he gently
pried apart her vaginal lips and pressed his mouth against the hot
flesh.
   "Oh yes, that's it.  Kiss it.  Yeah like that.  Now your tongue. 
Run it up and down.  That's it.  Oh, that feels so good."
   Thomas was surprised to find out it wasn't as bad as he thought it
would be.  Again he marvelled at the feel of her vagina.  His nostrils
were assaulted by a thick, musky odor.  He found he was excited by the
taste and smell.
   Debbie continued to utter encouragements as she wrapped her leg
around his head, forcing his face tighter against her vagina.  Her hand
no longer squeezed his testicles, but rather caressed and stroked them,
and his shaft.  Thomas felt himself shudder as her nails scraped along
the underside of his engorged shaft.
   "Oh God, it feels so good.  I can't believe you've never done this
before.  You're making me so hot.  Stick your tongue in deeper.  Oh
God, please don't stop."
   Thomas explored the wet, hot slit beneath him.  His tongue probed
deeply and he was rewarded as he felt her squirm beneath him.  He
continued to kiss and suck the silky skin.  He discovered a small
protrusion at the top of her slit.  He took it gently between his lips
and sucked it.
   "Oh Tommy!  Yes, God, yes.  Suck my clit.  Oh please don't stop. 
I'm so close."
   He teased her clitoris, lashing it with his tongue.  His lips
trapped it between them as he flicked his tongue as fast as he could
against it.  Debbie's hips started to thrash wildly, but he managed to
keep his mouth glued to her now sopping wet slit.
   "Oh God.  I think I'm coming.  Oh Tommy, you're so good.  You're
driving me crazy.  Damn, I am coming!"
   Debbie started rocking back and forth.  Thomas thought she would
break his neck, her legs were so tightly wrapped around his head.  But
somehow he managed to continue to tongue her clit until she finally
stopped moving.  He heard her sobbing and pulling his head from her
legs, he moved to face her.
   "Don't cry.  I'm sorry.  Did I do something wrong?  Did I hurt you?"
   "Oh no, Tommy.  You didn't hurt me."
   "Then what's wrong?  Why are you crying?"
   "I don't know why.  No one has ever done that to me before.  Oh,
some of the guys would kiss and suck me down there for a bit, but they
only did it so I'd do them.  But you were the first to make me come. 
I've come playing with myself, but nothing like what you just did.  It
was so beautiful.  I've never felt anything like it."
   Thomas leaned over and kissed the tears on her cheeks.  Debbie
reached up and wrapped her arms around him.  Her lips sought his and
they kissed deeply.  Thomas loved the feel of her breasts as they
pressed against his chest.  And the warmth of her body as his penis
rubbed against her stomach.
   Debbie pushed him away.  The cool night air washed across his body,
causing him to shiver involuntarily.  He tried to pull her back into
his arms, wanting the warmth of her body.
   "No.  Now it's your turn.  I promised to take care of you so you
wouldn't have any pain."
   "That's okay.  I'm not feeling any pain now.  You don't have to do
anything.  I'll be okay."
   "No, I promised.  And besides, after what you just did to me, I want
to.  Now you just lie down there and let me do you."
   Thomas had an idea what she was planning.  As Debbie moved so her
face was resting on his thighs, he was certain what was going to happen
next.  One hand reached out and gently grasped his still erect shaft. 
The other softly fingered his testicles.
   Thomas felt himself shudder.  Debbie continued to stroke and caress
his penis and testicles.  She raised herself slightly so she could
bring her mouth closer.  Her tongue snaked out and licked his
testicles.
   Thomas was going mad.  He had to touch something.  He reached out
and grabbed her hip, drawing it closer.  His hands went to her buttocks
and squeezed them.  Debbie moved her body so her parted legs were
before his face.
   He buried his face in her vagina.  Suddenly he felt something warm
and wet envelope his shaft and a moan escaped from his mouth.  He
lightly kissed her still wet slit, and his tongue again found her
tender clit.
   His testicles seemed to swell until he was sure they would burst. 
The more excited he became from Debbie's mouth, the harder he tried to
return the favor.  Debbie again started to squirm beneath him.  He
didn't know what was going to happen, but he was certain it would
happen soon.
   The pressure building in his groin was becoming unbearable.  He had
never known pleasure this intense before.  He wished it could go on
forever.
   His testicles contracted as he felt something explode from his
throbbing penis.  He realized he was coming.  He felt Debbie's mouth
suck extra hard as he continued to spurt into it.  He renewed his
sucking of her clit and continued to bask in the intense pleasure he
felt.
   Debbie rolled over on top of him, her hips grinding against his face
as her head bobbed up and down on his penis.  She finally raised her
head and pleaded, "Just a little more.  I'm almost there again.  My
God, I've never come twice before in my life."
   Thomas forced his tongue as deep as he could into her wet slit.  His
hand moved down and grasped her breast.  His fingers sought out her
nipple and rolled it between them.  Debbie bounced up and down on his
face, softly calling out his name.
   "Oh, Tommy.  You're so good.  Oh Tommy, my sweet, sweet Tommy."  Her
movements became less frantic until she finally stopped moving all
together.
   "Oh God, Tommy.  I can't believe you made me come twice.  I knew
right off tonight you were special.  I just never dreamed how special." 
She gave his now limp penis a kiss, and cradled his testicles gently in
her hands.
   "Can I see you again?  Tomorrow night, maybe?" she asked.  She
turned to face him, her hand softly caressed his face.
   "Well, I guess so.  I might have to go to church with my mother
after supper for a while.  But it should only be for about an hour.  I
could meet you after, say about 8:30?"
   "That would be great.  If you meet me at Louanne's house, we could
come right here.  She's just across from the park, the big white
house?"
   "Yeah, I know it.  I'll meet you there."
   "Shit, look at the time.  I'm gonna get hell when I get home.  We
better hurry up."
   They quickly dressed and left their hiding place.  Debbie placed
Thomas' arm around her as they walked out of the park towards her home.
   "Debbie?  About tonight, I've never done anything like that before. 
I hope you don't think I do stuff like that all the time."
   "Well you sure were good at it.  You're so gentle, so considerate. 
I hope you at least enjoyed it."
   "Enjoyed it?  Gosh, it was the greatest thing I've ever known.  You
know so much, and I know so little.  I just wish there was some way I
could show you how special it really was."
   "I can."
   "You can what?"
   "Think of a way you can show me.  You weren't the only one who felt
great.  And wait 'til you see what I've got planned for us tomorrow
night."
   "What?"
   "I'm not going to tell you.  It'll be a surprise.  Give you
something to look forward to.  Gimme a kiss here.  I don't want my
father to see you if he's looking out the front window."
   Thomas leaned over and kissed her cheek.
   "Hey!  You call that a kiss?  This is a kiss," she said, pressing
her body tight against him.  She crushed her mouth against his, her
tongue thrusting deep within his mouth.  Her hand reached down and
rubbed his penis through his clothes. Before he could react, she broke
the embrace and ran towards her house.
   "I'll see you in school tomorrow," she called to him as she
disappeared from sight.
   Thomas stood for a moment, his mind in turmoil.  The feelings he
felt, the things he had done this night came rushing back to him.  He
knew he should feel guilty for all the sinful things they did.  But for
some reason, he didn't.  Actually he felt as if he was walking on
clouds.  He remembered the feel
of Debbie's mouth on his penis.  He remembered the taste of her hot
vagina.  As he walked home, he felt his penis stiffen, and enjoyed the
sensation of it rubbing against his clothing.
   When he arrived home, he entered through the back door.  Quietly he
climbed the stairs to his room.  He slipped into the bathroom and
washed.  His mind kept replaying the things he and Debbie had done. 
His penis was fully erect again and his hand gently stroked it as he
remembered Debbie doing.
   "Thomas?  Is that you, Thomas?"
   Startled, he banged his knee against the shower.
   "Thomas?  Are you okay?"
   "Yes, Mom.  I just banged into the shower door."
   "Are you just getting home?  It's so late?"
   "Well, er . . .  we kinda hung around, and talked about the movie. 
I didn't mean to be this late, but I didn't realize the time."
   "Hurry up to bed.  You have school in the morning.  I had better not
have to call you twice, young man."
   "I'm sorry, Mom.  I didn't mean to stay out this late, really."
   "Well, okay.  But morning does come early.  So hurry up and get to
bed."
   "I'm just going now, Mom.  See you in the morning."
   "Good night, sweet heart.  And don't forget your prayers before you
get into bed."
   "I won't.  Good night Mom."
   "Good night, Thomas."
   He quickly went to his room.  Changing into his pajamas, he climbed
into bed.  But sleep was the furthest thing from his mind.  All he
could think of was Debbie.  He kept seeing her naked before him.
   "My God," he thought, "What have I turned into?  A sex maniac, a
follower of the Devil?"  But he still couldn't remove her naked body
from his mind's eye.  He was fantasizing about what they would do the
next night, when he finally drifted off to sleep.


 -- Chapter Three

   "Damn it all, it's not fair," Debbie thought as she hurried to meet
Louanne.  "I was only a half hour late.  Dad had no right to ground me
for that.  Shit, now I have to tell Tommy we can't meet tonight.  Or
any night for the next week, for that matter."
   Louanne was waiting for her at the corner.  They said hello and
started walking to school.
   "You sure look like you're in a real bitchy mood this morning," said
Louanne.
   "I've had better mornings," Debbie replied.
   "What's wrong?"
   "I've been grounded for a week."
   "A week?  Shit.  How come?"
   "Just because I got home a little late last night.  I was only a
half hour past curfew."
   "You were late last night?  But you went home early.  You did go
straight home after you left us last night, didn't you?"
   "Well . . . not exactly."
   "What do you mean not exactly?  Oh my god!  You weren't with weird
Tom all that time, were you?  You were, weren't you?  Where did you two
go?  What did you do?"
   "Don't call him weird Tom.  He ain't weird.  He's really nice."
   "Nice?  Are you sure you're feeling okay?  The guy's a geek.  I
never could understand why Rodger and Dale hang around with him.  Okay,
I admit he ain't bad looking.  But everyone knows he's weird.  Him and
his mother.  Christ, she's even crazy, going around telling people how
they're going to hell and all that stuff."
   "Look, I'm telling you he ain't weird.  He's just different, that's
all.  He's very considerate and sensitive."
   "Yeah, right.  So what did you do that you were so late getting
home?"
   "Nothing much."
   "Hey, comon.  We always tell each other everything.  Don't I tell
you every detail of what I and Rodger do?"
   "I guess so."
   "Of course I do.  I never keep anything from you, you know that. 
And you shouldn't keep anything from me either."
   "Yeah, I guess so.  What did you and Rodger do last night?"
   "Hey, I asked you first."
   "Yeah, but I asked you last.  Tell me first, and then maybe I'll
tell you."
   "Shit.  Okay.  After Sandy and Dale took off, we went over to the
school yard.  We necked for awhile, and then he took me home."
   "That was every detail?  What do you mean you necked?"
   "Oh, you know."
   "Every detail was what you said."
   "Okay, okay.  He played with my boobs for a while and finger fucked
me while I sucked him off."
   "Did you come?"
   "No.  As usual, he came before I even got started.  You know he's
not interested in anything after that."
   "Did you swallow it?"
   "God no!  What do you think I am?"
   "Has he ever made you come?"
   "Well, once it almost happened.  He wanted me to suck him, but I
refused unless he did the same to me.  Unfortunately, he came too
quickly, and he wouldn't do me after that.  But enough about me and
Rodger.  I want to hear about weird Tom."
   "You're not going to believe this, but he ate me out twice.  And
made me come both times."
   "Shit no.  Are you serious?"
   "God, I couldn't believe it the first time.  But when he did it the
second time, too, I thought I'd gone mad.  You can't believe what it
felt like.  Hell, I've done it myself, but it was nothing like when he
did it.  Talk about your earth moving.  I had two major earthquakes
last night."
   "Who would have thought a geek like him could do something like
that.  I bet his mother would go ape shit if she ever found out.  What
else did you do?"
   "Well the second time, we did it sixty-nine.  And I swallowed every
bit of his cum."
   "You didn't.  How could you?"
   "It wasn't that bad.  And I kinda felt like I should, considering he
was making me come too."
   "My god, Debbie.  If I could get Rodger to make me come, I wouldn't
mind being grounded for a month."
   "Yes you would.  I was suppose to see Tommy tonight.  Now I can't
see him for a whole week.  It ain't fair.  Just thinking about him and
his sweet mouth, has me all wet."
   "Yeah, that's too bad.  But maybe we can come up with something in
the mean time."
   "Like what?"
   "I dunno.  But let me think on it for a while."
   The two girls arrived at school and headed to their first class. 


 -- Chapter Four

   Thomas met Rodger and Dale on the way to school.
   "Hey man, too bad your date quit on you so early last night,"
commented Rodger.
   "Yeah, and you were looking good there for awhile.  I saw you
groping her tits there in the theater," added Dale.
   "I didn't grope her . . . er . . . breasts in the theater," Thomas
replied defensively."
   "Like hell you didn't," Rodger chuckled.  "Shit, for a while there I
thought you thought she was a cow needing milking."
   "Yeah, you sure were going to town there.  I had hoped you would
have had a chance after the movie to do some serious stuff.  She seemed
pretty interested in you.  And the word is she's pretty easy.  Rodge
and I figured, if you were gonna get anywhere, Debbie was the one."
   "She's not like that at all.  She's a good girl.  She's sweet and
very nice."
   "Oops, looks like Tom is stuck on her.  What do you think, Dale?"
   "Yeah, it look that way to me, too."
   "Look Tom," said Rodger, "don't get hooked on her.  She's easy. 
Hell, I hear she sucks cock all the time, and even swallows the cum. 
She's okay to fuck around with, but don't get serious or nothing like
that with her."
   "You've no right to talk about her like that.  Even if she does do
stuff like that, it doesn't mean she's a bad girl.  Hell, you brag all
the time how Louanne does it to you."
   "Watch your fuckin' mouth, man.  Me and Louanne are in love. 
Besides she never swallows it.  Good girls just don't."
   "Yeah," added Dale.  "Sandy and I have been going out for ages, and
all she'll do is jerk me off.  Rodge is right.  Only sluts swallow it."
   "Look," Rodger said, "we're just trying to make sure you don't make
a mistake.  You wanna get your rocks off, okay.  Debbie's the girl for
that.  Just don't go off half cocked and get serious over her.  She
ain't worth it."
   "You two don't know anything.  Debbie's a nice girl.  And I am not
making a mistake.  In fact, the only mistake I've made was hanging
around with two ass-holes like you two."
   "Fuck you if that's the way you feel.  Just don't come running back
to us when you finally realize what a slut she really is,"  Rodger
answered, angrily.
   Thomas felt tears of anger well up in his eyes.  He broke into a
run, leaving the two boys behind.
   "Boy, he sure looked pissed off," Dale said to Rodger.
   "Yeah.  But he'll get over it.  He always does.  I just hope he
doesn't get too fucked up over Debbie."
   "Does she really swallow it?" asked Dale.
   "That's what Billy Jenkins said."
   "God, that must really be something.  I wonder if she fucks too?"
   "Probably.  You know if they do one thing, they usually do it all."
   "Yeah, a slut will do anything."
   "Mind you, that's one slut I wouldn't mind doing me.  And her tits,
they're so big.  Louanne's are tiny next to hers.  God, I'd love to
bury my face in them.  Or better yet, my cock."
   "Yeah, but Louanne would skin you alive if she ever found out."
   "Oh yeah?  And who'd tell her.  You?  I could just as easily tell
Sandy about the time I caught you with your hand up Karen's skirt."
   "Hey, we didn't do nothing.  I was just trying to get rid of her."
   "Yeah right.  You have a pretty strange way of getting rid of
someone."
   "Besides, I'd never say anything to Louanne.  We're buddies.  And
buddies don't tell on each other."
   "Right.  And after I've had a go at Debbie, you might as well do it
too."
   "You think so?  God, I always wanted someone to suck me off.  And if
she fucks too?"
   "I'll let you know, don't worry.  Like you said, buddies help each
other out."
   "But what about Tom?  He seems kinda stuck on her.  It doesn't seem
fair, us cutting in on him like that."
   "Hey, we're only doing it for his own good.  How else we gonna prove
to him she ain't nothing but a slut."
   "Yeah, you're right.  Like you said, buddies have to help each
other.  You really think you can get Debbie to go out with you?"
   "No problem, man.  Once I turn on the charm, the slut'll come in her
pants.  After that, she'll do anything I want.  But I ain't planning on
going out with her.  If Louanne ever found out, she'd kill me."
   "But how you gonna get together with her if you don't take her out?"
   "All I need is to get her alone behind the school one time."
   "But what about me?"
   "Don't worry.  Once I'm finished with her, she'll do whatever I
want.  I ain't never met a girl yet I can't get to do what I ask."
   The two boys continued to plan what they would do with Debbie as
they approached the school.


 -- Chapter Five

   Thomas was still furious after his second class.  Rodger and Dale
had no right to talk about Debbie that way.  They didn't even know her
that well.  She wasn't a slut.  Okay, so maybe she did do stuff like
they said.  But she said she was still a virgin.  That was something.
   But he knew what they had done last night was a sin.  He felt
confused.  How could anything so wonderful be bad.  His mom was always
talking about how the Devil tempted people with pleasure.  And how sex
was the greatest temptation of all.
   But when he remembered how sweet Debbie looked when she cried
afterward, he just couldn't imagine her as a follower of Satan.  And he
knew he wasn't one either.  All he knew was he wished he was alone with
her right now.
   They didn't have a class together until after lunch.  But he'd
probably see her at lunchtime anyway.  And again later tonight.
   All he could think about was what they would do.  Debbie had
promised that they would do something special.  How anything could be
better than what they had already done, he couldn't imagine.
   He had a hard time paying attention during the next two classes. 
When the final morning bell rang, he rushed to the cafeteria, searching
for Debbie.  He saw Rodge and Dale on the way, but ignored them. 
Debbie was standing with Louanne at the cafeteria entrance.  Seeing
Thomas, she ran to meet him.
   "Hi," she said as she kissed him on the cheek.
   He felt himself turning red.  "Please Debbie, not here."
   "Oh, I'm not good enough for you, now?  I was okay last night."
   "No. That's not what I meant.  It's just that . . ."
   "Oh, you don't want the others to see us together?  I understand. 
Most of other guys felt that way too."
   "No, that's not it either.  It's just I've never done that before. 
I guess I feel kinda embarrassed."
   "You're ashamed of me?"
   "No, never!  I guess I'm a bit shy, that's all.  I don't mind being
seen with you at all.  Matter of fact, I think it's kinda nice."
   "Nice enough to give me a kiss?"
   "Yeah, I guess so."
   "A real kiss?  Or would you rather people didn't know we are kinda
going together?"
   "Going together?"
   "Yeah.  I figured after last night, you know . . ."
   "Gee. I guess you're right.  Hey, I've never gone with anyone
before.  It's a nice thought."
   "Well, now that's settled, what about that kiss?"
   "Sure," replied Thomas, giving her a peck on the cheek.
   "I said a real kiss.  If you can't do better than that, maybe I
should find someone else?"
   Thomas reached out and pulled her closer.  His lips pressed against
hers.  Debbie's tongue pushed it's way through his lips.  Thomas forgot
where he was as his hands grasped her waist.
   "You two better stop that shit before one of the teachers comes
along," Louanne said.
   "Oh hi, Louanne," Thomas said sheepishly, as he and Debbie
separated.
   "Did you tell him yet?" Louanne asked Debbie.
   "Tell me what?" asked Thomas.
   "Well, about tonight," Debbie said.
   "What about tonight?"
   "I can't see you tonight.  I got grounded for getting home so late
last night."
   "Gee, I'm sorry.  I guess it was my fault.  I should have gotten you
home earlier."
   "It wasn't your fault.  Besides, I didn't want to go home earlier. 
Hell, I didn't want to go home when I did.  I just wish you could have
continued doing what you did all night."
   "Debbie, please.  Not in front of Louanne."
   "Oh, it's okay.  She knows everything."
   "Everything?" asked Thomas, as he glanced at Louanne.
   "Debbie and I never keep secrets.  And when she said everything, she
meant it," Louanne replied.
   Thomas blushed and looked away from Louanne's knowing smile.
   "And from what she told me, you ain't got nothing to be ashamed of
either."
   "Comon Lou, don't tease the poor guy.  If I didn't know better, I'd
think you were jealous."
   "Jealous?  Me?  Why should I be jealous?"
   "Well, maybe you ain't so happy with your boyfriend."
   "I ain't got no complaints with Rodger.  And if you don't watch your
mouth, I ain't gonna come up with a plan."
   "A plan?" asked Thomas, not quite following the conversation, but
happy it had turned away from what he and Debbie had done the night
before.
   "Yeah.  Lou thinks she can come up with something so we can see each
other even though I'm grounded."
   "Really?  You think so?" Thomas asked Louanne.
   "Well, I ain't sure.  But there has to be something.  I may need
some time, but I'll figure out something."
   "I'd really appreciate it," Thomas said hopefully.  "I don't know
how we'll manage if we can't see each for a whole week except here at
school." 
   "Hey I know.  My step-mom has to go out of town for a couple of days
tomorrow.  What if we cut a class or two tomorrow afternoon.  You two
could at least spend a couple of hours together.  And no one would see
you at my place."
   "I don't know," said Thomas.  "I've never skipped school before."
   "Hey that's a great idea, Lou.  Comon Tommy.  It's either that, or
nothing 'til next week.  I don't want to wait that long.  And don't
forget the special something I promised."
   "But I've never done anything like that before."
   "It'll be fun, I promise you.  Like the stuff you never did before
last night."
   "But how do we get out of school?  Won't they notice we're gone?" he
asked.
   "Shit, that ain't a problem," Louanne said.  "We simply take off at
lunchtime.  And we forge a note for each other saying we had a doctor's
appointment, or something like that.  It ain't no big deal.  We've done
it dozens of times.  No one ever checks."
   "Please Tommy?  For me?" pleaded Debbie.
   "Well, if you're sure we won't get caught," he answered, still not
quite decided.
   "Oh, you're so sweet," Debbie said as she kissed him.
   "Why don't you two go for a walk or something," Louanne suggested. 
"If you keep that up, some teacher is bounded to catch you."
   "Comon Tommy.  I ain't really hungry anyways.  We can take a walk
over to the playing field."
   They told Louanne they would see her later and left the school. 
They walked quickly, Debbie leading.  Once they reached the bleachers
at the side of the field, Debbie led them underneath.
   "It ain't quite as private as our special spot in the park, but
it'll have to do," she said as she wrapped her arms around him.  She
pressed her mouth to his, and kissed him deeply.  Her hand unzipped his
pants and reached for his penis.
   "Debbie please, not here.  What if someone comes?"
   "I sure hope someone comes, and that someone better be me."  She
sank to her knees in front of him and took his penis into her mouth. 
She pulled on his hips, forcing him to the ground.
   The feel of her mouth, as it swallowed his now hard shaft, caused
him to forget the rest of the world.  Debbie positioned herself so she
lay opposite him.  She raised her skirt and lowered her panties,
presenting him with her hairy vagina.
   "Do me like last night.  Please Tommy?"
   He was only too willing to oblige as he sank his face between her
legs.  Their mouths and tongues devoured each other's love organs as
they franticly tried to bring the other to orgasm.
   At one point, Thomas looked up from between Debbie's legs.  He felt
as if someone was watching them.  He realized he must have been
mistaken as no one was there.  He returned his full attention to
Debbie's dripping box and soon felt himself about to come.
   Like the night before, he lost all sense of time as the pressure
built between his legs.  As if through a thick dense cloud, he heard
Debbie cry out, "Oh God, Tommy.  Again!  I'm coming again!"
   Finally the pressure broke as he felt wave after wave of hot cum
pump from his penis.  Debbie's mouth acted like a powerful vacuum,
sucking every last ounce from him.  Finally he lay there, fully spent,
unable to move.
   Debbie's face loomed before his.  "I can't believe you did it to me
again.  I can't wait until we're alone tomorrow.  I promise you, if you
thought it was good now, it will even better tomorrow."
   They kissed each other passionately.  Thomas tasted a strange salty
taste as his tongue probed Debbie's mouth.  He realized it was his own
cum.  And he was surprise to find it excited rather than disgusted him.
   "I think we had better head back.  We don't want to be late for
class," said Debbie as she straightened her clothing.  Sitting up,
Thomas did the same.  The two of them walked slowly back to the school
holding hands.
   Thomas' mind was filled with thoughts of what they had done.  He
remembered, too, the feeling that they had been watched.  "Strange," he
thought, "but I could have sworn it was Louanne.  But why would she
have been watching us?"
   As if to prove him wrong, he noticed Louanne standing with Rodger
across the field.  Debbie noticed them too, and waved.  The bell rang,
indicating that lunchtime was over.  Debbie and Thomas ran back into
the building.

                              --- *** ---

   Thomas passed the next two classes in a daze.  His mind kept
replaying what he and Debbie had done under the bleachers.  He was
amazed, and embarrassed, to find he had an enormous erection.  Walking
to his last class, he tried to hide it behind his books.
   Debbie was in this class.  Louanne too.  It also happened to be his
favorite, Social Studies.  He had a knack for remembering dates and
names.  And as a result, he had straight A's in this class.  Because of
that, he was the teacher's favorite.
   He saw Debbie and Louanne standing outside the classroom.  Debbie,
seeing him, ran to meet him.
   "Hi Tommy.  I still can't believe lunchtime.  All I could think
about this afternoon is what we're gonna do tomorrow."
   Before he could answer, the first bell rang.  They hurried into
class and took their seats.  Thomas fumbled his books as he sat down. 
As he tried to straighten them out, he noticed Louanne watching him
intently.  But when he made eye contact, she quickly turned away.
   Again he was reminded of the feeling of being watched under the
bleachers.  It couldn't have been Louanne.  He had seen her with
Rodger, hadn't he?
   Debbie and Louanne sat next to each other, several rows in front of
Thomas.  Thomas found himself unconsciously comparing the two girls. 
Debbie was heavier.  Louanne was slight.  Debbie was blockish in shape,
large chest, wide hips.  Louanne was slender, almost boyish in
appearance.  Debbie had long curly brown hair.  Louanne's was dark
auburn, cut short, framing her face.
   Where Debbie's features were course, Louanne's were fine.  He tried
to imagine what it would be like to kiss her delicate lips.  Or run his
hands over her small breasts.  And what would she taste like when he
buried his face between her slim but shapely thighs?
   "My god," he thought.  "What am I turning into?  I've just had sex
with one girl, and already I'm thinking what it would be like with
another?  Besides she's Debbie's best friend, and Rodger's girlfriend." 
Putting such thoughts from his mind, he turned his attention to what
the teacher was saying.
   The class finally came to end.  As Thomas was gathering his books to
leave, the teacher approached him.
   "Thomas, may I have a word with you?"
   "Yes, Mrs Whalen?"
   "I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"
   "Sure.  I guess."
   "I'm meeting with a parent of one of the students after school
today.  I can't say for certain just yet, but I do intend to suggest
tutoring as a way to improve that student's marks.  I was wondering if
you would be interested in tutoring someone after school?  If you were,
I could recommend you."
   "Gee, I don't know, Mrs. Whalen.  I'd have to check with my mother."
   "You're coming to the church tonight to help us with the things for
the bazaar on saturday?"
   "Yes ma'am."
   "I could speak to your mother then if you want."
   "I guess that would be okay."
   "Then you are interested?  There would probably be some kind of
remuneration.  There usually is for this sort of thing."
   "Sure, I'd be glad to help.  And it isn't necessary for me to be
paid, or anything like that.  I'd be helping another student."
   "You're such a good boy.  I'm sure your mother must be very proud of
you."
   Thomas hoped no one heard Mrs. Whalen.  "I really have to go now,"
he said as he headed for the door.
   "I'll see you tonight, Thomas.  Thank you."
   He hurried out of the building.  Debbie was waiting for him, and
Louanne was with her.
   "I thought you might wanna walk me home," Debbie said once he had
caught up to them.
   "Sure.  But what if your father see us?"
   "No problem.  Louanne is walking with us.  You just continue on with
her. If he asks me anything, I'll say you were walking her home. 
Okay?"
   "Sure," he answered.  Turning to Louanne, he asked, "Where's
Rodger?"
   "He and Dale are staying after school for some game.  I'd have
stayed too, but my step-mother wants me home right after school,"
Louanne replied.
   "She's still going away tomorrow, isn't she?" asked Debbie,
concerned.
   "Oh yeah.  She told me this morning that she'd be leaving first
thing tomorrow morning.  But there's somewhere she has to go this
afternoon, and she wants me home to cook dinner."
   "Good," said Debbie.  "I don't want anything to screw up our plans
for tomorrow.  Do you, Tommy?"
   "Uh, no.  I don't feel real good about cutting classes though."
   "Well, I promise you'll feel real good about it tomorrow," giggled
Debbie in reply.
   "I guess I had better make myself real scarce tomorrow, uh?" said
Louanne.  "Unless you feel like sharing?"
   "Hey, you all ready got a guy.  And besides, I can't get enough of
Tommy myself, never mind sharing him with you."
   Thomas reddened as the girls continued to tease one another at his
expense.
   "Here, give me a kiss before we get to the corner," said Debbie
suddenly to Thomas.
   He gave her a polite kiss on the lips.
   "Hey, that's all I get until tomorrow?  Come here and give me a
decent kiss." Debbie commanded.
   Thomas looked sheepishly at Louanne, who said, "I promise I won't
watch.  But hurry up, cause I gotta get home."
   Still feeling embarrassed, Thomas again kissed Debbie.  She pulled
him tightly against her as her tongue pushed deep into his mouth.
   "Damn, I wish I didn't have to go home.  I'd rather be at our
special place.  But I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise," she
said as she broke their embrace.
   Calling goodbye to Louanne, she quickly ran around the corner. 
Louanne had all ready started to cross the street, leaving Thomas
standing there alone.
   "Are you coming?" she called to him.  He hurried to catch up with
her.  "You and Debbie seem pretty serious," she said to him.  "I hope
you not just leading her on."
   "I wouldn't do anything like that."
   "You do like her, don't you?  It isn't just the fooling around
part?"
   "Of course I like her!  And who said we fool around anyways?"
   "You forgot?  Debbie tells me everything.  I don't care what you two
do.  That's your business.  But I don't want to see my best friend
hurt."
   "I wouldn't hurt her.  She's too sweet."
   "I hope so.  Anyhow, about tomorrow.  You don't need to worry.  I'll
keep out of your way.  Not for your sake, but for Debbie."
   Thomas didn't say anything.  They had arrived at Louanne's house.
   "Why don't you meet us on the way to school tomorrow morning?  That
way we can plan when we're gonna duck out of school.  Meet us around
the block from Debbie's house, okay?"
   "Yeah, that sound like a good idea.  I'll see you tomorrow."
   Louanne said goodbye, and Thomas continued on home.  He found
himself again comparing the two girls.  He was ashamed to admit it, but
Louanne was definitely prettier.
   And he wondered if he had really been truthful when he said he
wasn't just seeing Debbie to fool around.  He liked her okay.  But if
it wasn't for the stuff they did, and the things she promised they
would do, would he really want to see her again?  He didn't know.  Or
was it he didn't want to know the answer?

.... to be continued with further postings