Liam Dooley loved girls this age. As a matter of fact as the rookie teacher looked out at his middle school classroom on that fateful day and tried to focus on teaching a math lesson, the first thought he had was “God, I love girls this age!” He put the thought away, though, like he always did. He taught the morning lesson to the sixth grade students.
But as the kids filed out for lunch, Maggie Flaherty remained behind. She smiled slightly and then tilted her head as she stared right at him. “You're the cutest and sweetest guy I know, Mr. D,” he heard. “Kiss me. I want you to give me my first kiss.” He took a step back, amazed that sweet Maggie would be so bold. She was one of the best-behaved girls in class. It was then that he realized that her lips had never moved. Her voice had been inside his head. He reached up and touched his temple while he looked at her in amazement. “Oh, jeez,” she whispered and backpedaled quickly toward the door.
“Maggie, stop!” he called, but then realized that he hadn't spoken either. He rubbed his forehead for a few seconds. He was getting a bit of a headache. Maggie did stop, but she just reached back and closed the door before she rushed back to him and took his hand.
“Don't worry,” she said aloud. “No one will notice I broke the big 'no girls behind a closed door with Mr. D' rule. Let's just talk aloud to each other. You kind of shouted with your brain, and when you're new it can give you a headache. Speak softly with your brain all the time. It works just as well as thinking loudly.”
“What the hell just happened, Maggie?”
“I tried to give you a command to kiss me. I had no idea you had the power, too. Guys kind of tend not to get their power activated until they are a little older most of the time. Even really strong Minders can't sense who has the power and who doesn't until it gets activated.”
“What power?” he asked. He should have been laughing this off, but what had just happened was real.
“Mr. D, we're Minders. We can make people do anything we want. I have a crush on you, so I wanted to make you kiss me. That's all I wanted. I don't think I'm ready for anything else with a guy yet.”
“First of all, you're not even twelve yet. Secondly, I could have gotten in tremendous trouble if anyone saw us. And finally, thanks, Maggie. I think you're cute as hell, too. Kissing you would be a treat for any guy.” He loved that she blushed at that moment. “Oh one more thing. What the hell are you talking about?”
Maggie spun him a tale the likes of which he'd never heard before. A strange man at the mall spoke inside her head and told her to come into the back hall so that he could touch her under her skirt. That was all he wanted. He just had a few minutes to kill and wanted to play a little game of touchy-feely with her. Maggie had heard his thoughts and thought back at him that she didn't want some strange guy touching her under the skirt, even if he was good-looking and his voice in her head seemed gentle. He'd had the same sort of shocked reaction Maggie had just had with Dooley. And just like Maggie, he then preceded to explain how Minders could control people but that their powers all seemed to activate only when another Minder first pushed into their brain.
“Girls usually get their powers right around puberty,” she explained. “Male Minders use their power on girls of all ages, but the power doesn't kick in unless they've hit puberty. Girl Minders get pushed at my age all the time. Lots of guys like us. But girl Minders tend to like older guys, almost always. I think once we have the power to have any guy we ignore the middle school boys. Any cute girl can get one of those, and they don't know what they're doing anyway. It just seems cooler to get a grown-up guy or an older teenager who knows how to do stuff.
“A lot more of girls get their powers activated then boys. Most of the Minders I've met are women. Women don't tend to run around trying to see just how many guys we can get the way you guys do with girls. We tend to find a few really great ones and then make them do the things we want.” She went on and explained that she had already gone to a meeting and got pass codes to super secret websites and forums that Normals couldn't read even if they ever managed to hack one. “We meet next Tuesday night over on the West Side. I was going to make my big sister drive me, but now you can be my ride. I'll get you the deets,” she said and skipped from the room. “Still owe me a kiss, Dooley.”
Liam Dooley emerged from his bedroom with college sophomore Lexi leading the way to the kitchen where she planned on making him breakfast. She was a knockout, tall, blonde, stacked, athletic, naked. She pulled up short in a near panic when she reached the kitchen. “Um, Liam? There's a high school girl and a gimp at your table!”
“Think nothing of it, Lexi. Make breakfast for... how many?”
“I already ate and he doesn't get to,” the girl replied casually.
“Well, I guess just for the two of us. You won't hear or notice anything but breakfast until I speak your name again.” He turned to the fifteen-year-old girl holding the leash of a middle-aged man in a leather mask. “Morning, Maggie, who's your friend?”
“IT does not have a name, and it is certainly not the manager of the sports bar who tried to pin my big sister to the wall and maul her after she finished her waitress shift last night. My whole family is told to let me know if anyone tries to hurt them. I got that from you, Dooley. You've been making your students do that for a few years now.” She kicked the gimp with her pointy shoe. “I haven't decided what to do with him. Thankfully, he's not one of the guys who likes to be dominated. He's not going to bother the girls that work for him after he's done. He won't remember the details, just the pain and humiliation.”
“Fair enough. So, what brings you here on a Saturday morning?”
“You still never kissed me, you bastard,” she said with a grin. She'd become a bit edgy and profane since she could get away with saying anything, but she was still a sweetheart at her core. “Actually, I came because I'm a little worried about you. You know why.”
“Is this that whole 'explosion' thing?” he asked and rolled his eyes.
“It's nothing to roll your eyes at, Dooley.”
“It's not going to happen, Mags.”
“It is SO going to happen!” she said with a shake of her head. “Any Minder who doesn't occasionally use his power to get what he REALLY wants is going to get frustrated and temporarily lose control of the gift. Now, no Minder has seriously hurt anyone for as long as we've known about one another. And our gifts have always made it so that a few of us could clean it all up, but it is risky to tempt fate, Dooley.”
“I am doing what I want,” he said and jerked a thumb toward Lexi. “That there is one of the finest pieces of ass in this city. How often do you find a distance runner with tits like those?”
“Come off it, Dooley. You're twenty-six and good-looking. You've got a ton of money since the Minders tapped you into our network. You could bang cute college chicks every weekend even without your gifts.”
“Girls like Lexi?” he asked.
There was a crash as Lexi dropped a frying pan. “Oh my god, Liam! There is a gimp and a...”
Maggie put Lexi back to work before bursting out laughing. “Damn, I love you, Dooley,” she managed to get out before she giggled again. Finally composed, she went on. “You have always wanted to fuck middle school girls, Dooley. If you don't do it pretty soon.... Look, ya big softy, you will never hurt one of those girls if you just use your gifts. Wait for the explosion and you might.”
“I'll think about it,” he said.
“Come on, make the joke you did when I was in your class.”
“Dooley noted,” he said.
She stood up and puckered her lips. She laughed softly as Dooley folded his hands behind his head and once again refused to give her a kiss. “In the back of the van, gimp,” she said to her sister's boss and left her friend alone with the Sweetheart of Kappa Chi.
Liam Dooley turned to the stove, looked at the most desirable girl on her college campus and sighed. She definitely did it for him, but Maggie was right. There was something that he wanted even more.
Lara Tanner was having the strangest day. Even for a Monday morning it was weird. Sure, she'd always had a crush on Mr. Dooley, but every time she looked at him today she got wet 'down there.' She pictured him making love to her. She'd had that fantasy before, but this time was different. He was being rough and calling her names. She knew people did that sometimes, but she'd never even imagined someone doing it to her. Well, she had, but it had never turned her on before. Now, it felt like that was the only thing that would make her happy. She was sure she was going crazy.
Around 7 PM, Mr. Dooley showed up at the Tanner home with some math homework for Lara. He explained to her parents and older brother that she needed some tutoring on the assignment and that they should simply allow Mr. Dooley to go up to her room and then forget the whole thing had ever happened. No matter what they heard, their beloved Lara was fine. She was just getting help from a caring teacher.
Dooley wasn't surprised to find that Lara was already in her little nightie when he walked into her room. He was also not surprised to find that her hand was gently touching her bare sex. Lara, on the other hand, seemed completely amazed when the object of her masturbatory fantasy walked right into her bedroom and closed the door. “Don't worry about the rest of the household. It's all handled,” he said as she rose and faced him.
The girl turned bright red. “I can't stop thinking about... Mr. D, it's like I'm on fire!”
“Ever been fucked, Lara?”
She shook her head slowly, and her black hair swished over one shoulder than the other.
“I didn't think so, but you're very well-developed for a seventh grade girl, especially one who won't be thirteen for another month. I thought maybe some older boy might have sweet talked you into it.”
“They try,” she admitted. She got a look of horror on her face as she realized that her hand had crept back to her sex.
“You need a good fucking tonight though, don't you, Lara?”
“God, Mr. D, I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't do it right now!”
“That feeling I understand, honey.” He stepped to her and took her in his arms. She was short for her age, but she had a round little butt and tits that most sophomore girls would kill for. He kissed her, and she opened her mouth, offering her tongue and begging for his to penetrate her in any way. She was sloppy, almost frantic. Dooley could have steered her toward better technique, but he wanted exactly what he was getting, a tween girl desperately seeking to have him violate her in any way she could get. “Tell me what you want, Lara,” he said as he pulled out of a spit-soaked kiss.
“I have to say bad words to tell you, Mr. D!” she exclaimed but couldn't resist the command. “I want you to fuck me however you want. I want you to be rough about it, even mean.” Every command he'd given her that day in school had taken hold.
“Get down on your knees, you horny little bitch,” he said as he took a handful of the black hair on top of her head and pushed her downward. “Suck my cock, Lara Tanner. Suck it like all you want in this life is to be my little whore.”
“That's all I've wanted all day, Mr. D!” She pulled his loose khaki shorts and underwear down right over his hips and took his cock in her little hand. Just like her kiss, her attempts at oral pleasure were overly wet and sloppy. Her tongue flipped around everywhere, and she found that for some reason she wanted his balls in her mouth. That image had never occurred to her before math class today. “I love your cock,” she panted as she licked and took breaths between sucks. “Make me your cocksucking whore with your big fat fuckstick.”
Dooley titled his head back and laughed at himself. He had waited more than three years for this? What the hell had he been thinking? He'd adored this girl for over a year, and he would adore her no less tomorrow. He had resisted because he knew if he ever took a girl it would be like this. He didn't want to see one of his little beauties somehow diminished in his eyes. But he knew now that it couldn't happen. She was sweet and funny as an innocent virgin, but she was no less so now that she was a slave to her inexplicable passion for him. “Take off the nightie, whore,” he said softly in her head. She lifted her mouth from him and he took the break to crawl up on her little pink-sheeted bed. She crawled up to be by the object of her desire. She tried to wrap her arms around him, but he pushed her to her back. He straddled her middle and held her down by the neck. Her eyes went wide with the realization that the rough things had begun.
“I'm yours,” she said in a strained whisper. “Owie! Oh fuck! Do it again!” she cried as he slapped one of her precocious tits. He obliged. And Lara's adoring teacher watched with some interest as her pale flesh turned red and the pink nipples seemed to rise even more than they had before. He put his cock between her tits and began to fuck them. With a helping hand wrapped in her hair, the girl found that her neck bent enough that she could take the big cock back into her greedy, sloppy mouth. He held her head in place as he pumped his cock between her tits and into her mouth.
“That's it, you cocksucking little slut!” he hissed. “Oh, you pretty, pretty, filthy little whore.”
She gagged a little as he drove the cock deep and abandoned her tits. Her little hands fumbled a bit as she pulled at his polo shirt to get it off of him. He rolled off of her and let her finish the job. Naked now, he grabbed her heels and lifted her legs until they were over her head. He knew she was about to be shocked and took some pleasure in it. His fingers found her asshole, and after a moment he slid his middle finger deep inside it. “Ow! Oh shit!” she cried as she wiggled to try and help him get it deeper. “Do nasty things, Mr. D! I have to be a whore for you!”
“I'm gonna fuck this little bubble butt tonight, Lara,” he said as worked his finger in and out. “But that pussy is gonna get busted open first.” He looked down at the little object of his intent. She was open and wet, but she was going to really have to strain to take him. He wasn't small.
“Fuck my pussy! Fill my cunt with your beautiful cock!”
He pulled lightly on the little tuft of black hair covering her mound. “This is neatly trimmed,” he said as she squealed in slight pain and great pleasure.
“I have to,” she said, “or I get a big bush and can't wear a swimsuit.”
“A little girl like you with a big bush?” he said and laughed.
“I started puberty in fourth grade, Mr. D. I have been horny forever, but I was always good until now. But I have to have it tonight. Please, please fuck me!”
“Since you asked nicely,” he said with a cocky grin. He spread her legs and settled between them. He'd been stalling a bit after her blowjob had almost finished him so that he wouldn't cum after thirty seconds in her pussy. Now, with the little break he knew he could go for at least a bit. Still, this horny little girl was going to pull it out of him pretty fast no matter what he did. He was young. He'd be able to go more than once with her. He steadied his cock and plowed into her without hesitating.
Lara Tanner screamed her adolescent lungs out. Dooley grinned in satisfaction. He had made her into a wild little thing. And she was a wild thing with a hot and tight little pussy that squeezed the hell out of Dooley's cock as she clawed at his back and continued to emit noises most porn stars would be hard-pressed to duplicate. Her cherry was gone, and her tiny cunt was stretched and stuffed. There had to be some pain there, but she just howled in ecstasy. “F-u-u-uck me-e-e-e-e-eee!” she finally managed when she could make words. “I love my teacher's cock,” she then panted softly over and over as he continued to pound into her at a steady pace. Dooley was glad that the screaming had subsided for a bit. He loved it, but there had to be some variety in things. Lara had always been a chatty and verbal child that sometimes couldn't help but speak. Now that she was getting fucked, there was almost a constant stream of vocalizations and words from her. “It's happening!” she whispered urgently. “I'm cumming! My pussy is cumming!” She grunted softly several times and then trembled all over, her mouth open in a soundless howl.
“Little slut,” he chuckled as he held himself motionless deep inside her. She began reaching for his backside after a moment, and he resumed. He'd switched gears now. His cock was having such a wonderful time inside her tightness that the hurried urges he'd felt in the beginning had been replaced by a desire for a slow and raunchy fuck. He pinched her nipples over and over as he knelt upright between her legs and supported her round little bottom with one hand. “Play with your clitty,” he ordered her.
“Oh god,” she moaned as her hands quickly found the spot. Dooley smiled. She'd admitted to being horny since fourth grade. She knew where her button was. “Oh god. Oh Jeez.” She was smiling at times and other times her brow was furrowed from her efforts. “I'm doing it again! How is this happening?”
Dooley knew the answer to that one. Commands to the brain made the body do everything it could. He'd learned from his college girls that Minders' control turned girls' bodies into perfect little engines for sex. He enjoyed it as her orgasmic grunts turned into a slightly noisier howl this time and her pussy squirted from the climax. It wasn't unusual for him to tap into whatever made some girls gush and squirt. If their body was capable of it, he made it happen. The added moisture and the trembling of her body drove him over the edge. He put her legs back up over her and fucked straight down into her twelve-year-old cunt. He bellowed as he felt the churning and boiling of his hot load at the intersection of his cock and balls. Within seconds he was buried to the hilt in the little girl and loosed stream after stream of cum into her pussy. “Take it all, whore!” he hissed.
“Thank you! Thank you!” she whispered. “I'm so happy I made you cum in me!”
He released her legs and let himself slide out of her. He caught his breath and let her catch hers. Then he gave her her next task. “Get your little slut ass over to my briefcase and get the tube of KY.”
Lara bounced up out of bed and nearly stumbled as her little legs were unsteady from exertion. He caught her by the hand and steadied her. She giggled and then nodded to let him know she was okay. She returned a few seconds later with the lube. “Want to watch something?” she asked with a grin.
“If it involves a girl as beautiful as you, Lara, I will always want to watch.”
For the first time, she showed tears other than the few brief ones that had escaped in moments of pain. She stared at him with her mouth open for several seconds and then kissed him on the mouth. “I was hoping you thought I was beautiful,” she said. This emotion as coming from her, not from his commands.
“More than that,” he replied with a smile, “I absolutely adore you. And I did before you were my little cock slave. Now, show me what you were going to show me.”
For the first time in their encounter she showed her big grin. She usually only flashed a grin that big when she'd said something just a little cheeky in the classroom. She'd always had a hard time holding back her comments. Most of the girls flirted with him a bit, and they were really happy when he just smiled in return. Then, Lara went down on her back and brought her feet over her head. She put KY on her fingers and pushed some into her tight little asshole. “Do you like it?” she asked with her big grin at its highest wattage.
“I love it,” he said with a chuckle.
She continued lubing herself and even jammed a couple of her little fingers deep into her hole. “Fuck, I am good!” she joked as she banged her own ass. “But my fingers are little. Bring that big cock over here,” she said as she got to her knees. She slid her hands up and down his cock, applying the lube to his shaft. “Uh-oh, Mr. Stiffy is back!” She was impossibly pleased with herself.
“Okay, now you get it in a way you didn't see coming,” he announced. He put her down on her back and then lifted her hips as he stepped between her legs. “Guide it in,” he told her as he lowered himself.
“Holy shit!” she groaned as she found herself resting on her shoulders while his cock stretched her tight little ass almost to its breaking point. “It's not even in yet!” she realized as he worked the head past the outer ring. “FUUUU-UUU-UUCK!”
Dooley felt a little pop as he got inside her. Slowly, he slid his greasy rod deep into her ridiculously tight ass. “You're mine all the way now, slut,” he said in a cocky voice. “I popped all three holes.” Her best reply was a deep groan. He pumped in and out slowly for a while, enjoying her predicament, but he didn't want to drive her too hard this way. He was done showing off. He slid out and used her hair to move her so that she was bent over the edge of the bed. In a position he felt more comfortable, he drove deep into her and let her adjust.
“It fucking hurts,” she groaned. “I wanted it to hurt some.” Dooley grabbed a handful of black hair and began to pump her ass hard and fast. Lara's sound effects show began again. She began with a deep groan that rose in pitch until it was a little squeal. It was followed by a series of grunts that changed into throaty barks and ended up as little yelps.
“Fingerbang your little cunt again,” he snarled. “Do whatever it takes to make you cum. I can't hold out long in this tight little ass. God, Lara, I turned you into the sluttiest little bitch on the planet and you are still so cute and adorable.”
“Hurt me more!” she moaned as she began to use her fingers on her sex. “I'll cum.”
He used the hair to pick her up but then pulled out and spun her around. He slapped both her tits and spit in her pretty little face. She kept fingerfucking herself the whole time but smiled as he abused her body. He pinched her nipples and backed her up toward the wall. When he got close to it he spun her back around and pressed her face first to the wall. He grabbed the hair again and delivered three or four spanks to her bubble butt. She never quit smiling and moaning in pleasure. He drove his cock back into her ass and fucked her against the wall. He was running out of ways to hurt her that felt safe to him, and the thrill of it was fading. He tweaked her commands a little bit.
“Say awful things to me instead,” she whispered as the command took hold. “Hurt my feelings.”
“You are a big-titted little whore, and all you'll ever be good for is taking my cum. No one likes you. They just want to fuck your round little ass and slap you around a bit. You should be ashamed of what you are, Lara.”
“You're making me cry!” she cried but fucked her fingers more ferociously than ever. “Destroy me!”
“You fucking disgust me, you little freak. No twelve-year-old should behave like you do. I bet you were sitting in my class today and picturing shit just like this. Every minute of every day, you are a sick little cunt who wants to be abused because you know you deserve it!”
She was completely lost in the debauchery. She was bawling but also practically foaming at the mouth. He could see her drool trickling down the wall. She was becoming some little beast. He had taken some college girls pretty far, but he had never really known the thrill of taking a sweet and virginal little girl and turning her into a slobbering mess of a cumdump. The real thrill of it all to him was that no matter what he did to her or called her, she was still his cute little Lara. She began to convulse a bit, and her head dropped back and her mouth came open. There was a dry creaking sound that came out of her and then her head snapped back up and she pressed her forehead to the wall and growled. “Came with a cock in my ass,” she muttered. “Total whore.”
Dooley drove himself into her about a half-dozen more times and then felt his load building. He pulled out and spun her around and forced her to her knees. “Jack it!” he barked. It only took about three or four seconds of quick pumping from her before he unloaded on her pretty face. His knees sort of gave out and he sank down in front of her. He used his hand to smear the cum all over her face. “Almost done, angel,” he whispered.
He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom down the hall. Her brother's door was open, but he never looked up from the video game he was playing. Dooley sat her on the toilet and spread her legs. He didn't even have to say a word. She pissed for him and then lifted her exhausted face to him. The cum was drying into a clear film. “Something in my head tells me that I'm supposed to let you know if I can't take anymore,” she whispered. “I am happy, and I loved it, but I can't. I'm done.”
“Good girl, Lara. I used to just adore you like I did the other girls. Now, I love you and always will. Let's get you cleaned up.” He lifted his voice a bit. “Davey!” Her brother appeared at the door of the bathroom. “Get me about three bags of ice for your sister, and bring your mom back with you.”
Dooley began to run a tub for his little angel. By the time it was half full, Davey and his mom were in the door. “Can we help you, Mr. Dooley?” the mother asked sweetly.
“Davey leave the ice and go. Mrs. Tanner, I fucked this child's brains out and slapped her tits and ass. Oh, I fucked that little bubble butt, too.”
“Makes sense,” the mother said.
“The bedding might have some blood stains on it. She was a good girl and didn't fuck any of the older boys who tried to sweet talk her into it. So, I popped her cherry on that nice pink comforter. Raid my wallet for enough to replace it. Hold on,” he said as she started to go. “Neither you nor Davey will remember this part when you wake up in the morning, but I want you to tend to Lara if she's sore after I leave. Once she falls asleep, take your pretty ass down to your bedroom and get your husband to fuck you like he's a wild animal. I want you to enjoy every second of it. I know he will. You're built like a little fuck machine.”
“I am a little fuck machine!” she said with a grin that reminded him of her daughter's.
“Dooley noted,” he replied. He spent the next half hour tending to Lara's sore body with soothing water and bags of ice where he had abused her nipples or paddled her ass. The ice on her sensitive spots hurt a little, but thankfully Lara was still in a spot where she liked that.
While her mother held her and toweled her off on the bed, Dooley spoke to Lara, removing her desperate need for him. He wouldn't take away the memories, just prevent her from sharing them. He left a touch of her love of pain so that her soreness over the next few days would be pleasant and a little humorous for her. The pain freak side would fade then. “I just want you to know that whatever I said while I was fucking the ever-loving shit out of your gorgeous little body, you are beautiful and smart and definitely a girl I love very much. Don't let what we did affect how you think about boys. Just be your old self in regards to that.” He removed everything he could from her mind. “Tell us what you're thinking, honey.”
“Mommy, I was really, really filthy with Mr. Dooley. I acted like a complete little whore. I never imagined that my sweet, cute teacher could treat me like that.”
“I'm not mad at you, honey. Mr. Dooley is different, we all know that.”
“But I was hoping that you could put me on the pill so that I could do it with him again sometime. It was dirty and rough and mean, and I loved it. I've never felt so sexy in all my life.”
“Honey, you can't be wild with boys and men at your age,” the mother cautioned.
“I would NEVER!” she protested. “Just Mr. D. He loves me, and I love him, and I want to feel all those things again. Please, Mom.”
The mother looked at Dooley. He shrugged and with a few thoughts changed Mrs. Tanner from someone who was going to forget it all to a happy co-conspirator. “I've always wished your father would treat me like that, honey, but I was afraid he would freak out if I asked.”
“That, I can take care of, Mrs. Tanner,” Dooley said with a smile. He kissed Lara sweetly. “I'll come spend the night on Friday,” he said and put his hand on her cheek. “Just be normal at school for the next four days.”
“I love you, Mr. D.”
“I love you, too, Lara.”
The next afternoon Dooley returned home to find Maggie sitting at the kitchen table waiting for him. “I saw your car by the Tanners' house last night,” she said and took a pull on a beer she'd stolen from his fridge. “Davey I think you know,” she said as she indicated the handsome dark-haired boy holding her hand. “Davey is my sweetie. Damn attractive family those Tanners. I was coming to visit him last night but decided to come back after you left. I didn't want to put a crimp in your style.”
Dooley grabbed himself a beer. Neither of them offered one to Davey. Dooley would never give a high school kid alcohol. Maggie didn't count. Her old teacher smiled as he sat down and looked at her.
“Well?” she demanded.
“Well, what?”
“Come on!”
“Best thing I have ever done. Thanks for pushing me into it.”
“So, no explosion!” she said.
“No. I got what I really wanted. Well, all except one thing.”
“What's that?”
He stood and moved to her. She sensed what was coming and rose to him. He kissed her. It was long and deep and filled with friendship and more. “When's the last time you fucked someone you couldn't control?” she whispered.
“Two weeks before you first tried to get that kiss. You?”
“I've never, Dooley. Never when I wasn't in complete control. You missed being my first kiss, but wanna be my first real lover?”
“Davey, go home,” he ordered. The boy left.
They walked hand in hand to Dooley's bedroom. “I really do love you, you know,” she whispered. “And there's no such thing as an explosion.”
“Lying little bitch. I love you, too.” He'd meant it when he'd told Lara he loved her, but the thing with Maggie was different. This was a 'building a future' type love. “I'm hooked on little ones now, though. This is going to have to be a very open relationship.”
“We have a relationship?” she asked.
“Shit, girl, in three years I'm going to marry you.”
“I suppose,” she said as if she was indulging him. “It's only been my dream since I first sat down in your class in sixth grade,” she admitted. They kissed again. “I don't suppose you're going to let Davey or some other pretty boy suck your cock so I can watch?”
“No. But have all the pretty boys you want.” He kissed her. “Just only take babies from me.”
“Fair enough.”
“There's this little redheaded sixth grader I've had my eye on. You ever been eaten out by an eleven-year-old girl, Maggie?” he asked.
“No, but I'll give it a try. I'm way cooler about everything than you are, lover.”
“Dooley noted.”