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.

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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?

Chapter Six

After supper, he went with his mother to the church. There were already several other ladies there when they arrived. Thomas noticed Mrs. Whalen, who rushed over to greet them.

"Hello Edna. Thomas."

"Why hello Mariam. How are you today? Sorry we're late," his mother answered.

"Oh, you're not late. Some of us arrived early and started right away. There is an awful lot of things to sort for saturday."

"I guess we had better get started then. Thomas, why don't you go see Mrs. Felting and see what she needs you to do."

"Excuse me, Edna, but I'd like to talk to you about Thomas. And I'd like him to hear what I have to say, if you don't mind."

"Thomas? Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all. I've already talked to Thomas about this at school today, but he suggested that it might be better if I talked to you." Seeing the confused look on Edna's face, she proceeded to explain. "I had a meeting with a parent of one of my students today. I believe you know her? Mrs. Raster?"

"Anyway, her daughter is doing rather poorly in my class. Now the girl is quite bright normally, but for some reason, she is having difficulty with the subject matter this term. I suggested to her mother that tutoring might be the answer."

"As Thomas is by far the best student in the class, I also suggested he be the tutor. The mother has no objections. And Thomas said he wouldn't mind doing it. But he did suggest that I speak to you first."

"I remember the girl. Didn't she sing in the choir last year?"

"Yes that's the one. A very pretty girl. And very well behaved too, I might add."

"Well that's something at least. Too many of the children today just seem to go wild. Satan's influence, of course."

"Well, Louanne is definitely not one of them. But she is in need of help if she isn't to fail. I do hope you'll let Thomas help her."

"I guess he could. As long as he doesn't neglect his own studies. When would this take place? And where?"

"I had suggested that they might meet week nights to start. At least for two hours a night, maybe after supper? That way, they could still have their weekends free. They do need some time to play and relax."

"Well, as long as his school work doesn't suffer. And he still does all his chores. Where would they meet? I sometimes stay late at the office. Someone should be there to keep an eye on them."

"I'm sure Thomas can be trusted."

"It's not Thomas I'm worried about."

"Well, I'm sure Louanne is not someone you need worry about either. She's a very nice young lady. No, it was her mother's suggestion that they could study at her house. She promised to make sure they made good use of the time, and did not waste it."

"Of course, Thomas couldn't be expected to do this for nothing?"

"Nor should he. Mrs. Raster asked what would be a fair fee, and I suggested five dollars a session. That is the usual amount for tutoring."

"When would they start?"

"Mrs. Raster will be out of town until sunday. Monday would probably be best. The sooner Louanne receives the extra help, the sooner she'll catch up."

"Well I guess that will be okay. But Thomas, you better make sure you don't fall behind yourself. Either at school, or at home."

"I won't, Mom. I promise."

"Okay then, it settled. Now run along and see what Mrs. Felting wants you to do."

"Oh Thomas, before you go?" added Mrs. Whalen. "I'll speak to both you and Louanne after class tomorrow. I have prepared a plan I would like you to follow, at least for the first week. After that, I think we can concentrate on the areas where she's weakest. What do you think?"

"Guess that's okay. I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Whalen. Right now I had better see what Mrs. Felting needs." Thomas took off in a hurry.

"He's such a good boy, Edna. You must be quite proud of him."

"Yes, he has turned out rather well, hasn't he. If you only knew how hard it is to raise a boy these days. And even harder to make sure he doesn't turn out weak like his father."

"Well, you've done a good job, Edna. I wish all my students were as good as him. But maybe that would be asking too much. I guess we had better get to work too, if we expect to have all this sorted and ready for Saturday." The two women went to help the others.

Thomas was furious. It wasn't fair. He had been looking forward to spending time with Debbie tomorrow. He felt somehow Louanne had arranged all this on purpose. First building up his hopes, and then dashing them.

"That's ridiculous," he told himself. According to Mrs. Whalen, she hadn't mentioned him being the tutor to anyone until her meeting with Louanne's mother. There was no way Louanne could have known. Nor any reason why she would do anything like this. He was just feeling angry, and looking for someone to blame.

He worked hard lifting boxes and moving things around. He was glad when his mother told him they were leaving. His anger had finally subsided, and he was just feeling disappointment.

"Are you okay, Thomas?" asked his mother.

"Sure, Mom. Why?"

"You look a little down. You're sure you're okay?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm okay. Just a little tired, I guess."

"Well, we'll be home soon and you can go to bed early tonight. Can't have you getting sick or anything. By the way, how well do you know this Louanne Raster?"

"Not very well, really. She's in my class, and she kinda goes out with Rodger. But we don't hang out together or nothing."

"She goes out with Rodger? Isn't she a little young to be dating?"

"A lot of the kids date, Mom. We're not little children any more."

"You're all still nothing but overgrown babies. But if she is seeing young Rodger, at least they are probably behaving. He is such a good boy."

Thomas wondered what she would have thought of Rodger if she had heard him talking about girls and sex like he did this morning. Or better yet, if she could have seen Louanne and Rodger in the theater last night. Or worse yet, what she would think of him if she knew what he and Debbie had been doing. Thomas was uncomfortable with that thought.

"I remember Mr. Raster and his first wife quite well, may God rest their soul," his mother said. "Both staunch church goers. His wife died just after the daughter was born. He tried to raise her as best he could. I wasn't too happy about him marrying this new wife though. Too young for him, to say the least. It was too bad, though not too surprising, he died a year later.

"But the new Mrs. Raster does appear to be okay. She attends services regularly, and even donates her time to various volunteer work. Someone told me she spends quite a bit of time at the hospital. And that she occasionally travels on business."

"I don't see how she can spend much time raising that young girl properly though. No wonder the girl is so wild."

"Louanne's not wild. She's a nice girl. She was in the choir last year."

"Don't contradict me when I'm speaking, young man. Of course she's wild. She isn't in the choir this year, is she? And how else do you explain a girl her age dating boys? Just make sure you don't pick up any of her bad habits."

"I won't Mom. I'm only going to be studying with her, not going out with her."

"Don't get cheeky with me, Thomas. Remember what I've told you about men being weak. All it takes is a pretty face, a shapely body, and all your good intentions are forgotten."

"You were too young to remember how it turned your father against family and church. How Satan sent his spawn disguised as a young pretty librarian to tempt your father. How he eagerly sold his soul by running away with the slut, leaving me alone with a small baby. Alone to just barely manage in this wicked world."

"He didn't leave you alone, Mom. I'm still here with you."

"Yes you are, Thomas. And I'm going to make sure Satan never gets you."

"It may be too late," Thomas thought. Maybe that was what Debbie really was, a spawn of the Devil. Maybe she was his temptation, his test, to see if he was weak like his father. His mind was troubled as he returned home with his mother.

Chapter Seven

Thomas was just turning the corner when he saw Louanne leave her house. He called out to her as he ran to catch up.

"Looks like your plans for today got fucked," Louanne said to him when he joined her. "Seems we have a meeting with Mrs. Whalen this afternoon?"

"Yeah, I found out last night. I was helping out at the church when she told me and my mother about the tutoring."

"Well, just so you know, I don't want any of this. I don't see why I need this shit anyways. I'm gonna be a model, or an actress. I don't need history for that."

"But Mrs. Whalen said it was already agreed?"

"Oh, I have to do it. My step-mom and I had a good fight about it last night. She told me if I failed this fucking class, not only would I be spending all summer in school, but she was gonna cut off my allowance until I passed the fucking class next year."

"And just in case that wasn't enough, she threatened to ground me permanently if my marks don't improve on the next test. So whether I like it or not, I'm stuck. But don't you get any ideas. I may have to put up with you tutoring me, but I don't have to like it, or you for that matter."

"Hey, I'm sorry. Maybe I should tell Mrs. Whalen I'm not interested in tutoring you."

"Don't do that. If I have to have someone tutor me, I'd rather have you. You know it all."

"I do happen to be pretty good in the subject. But I don't want you being mad at me because of it."

"I'm not mad at you. I guess I'm just mad at the world."

"Yeah, I know how that feels. I was really looking forward to being with Debbie this afternoon. Now with her being grounded, and me having to tutor you, I don't know when we'll be together again."

"Hey, that's not a problem. You two can meet at my house tomorrow. Debbie will just say she's coming over to study with me. She does that all the time. My step-mom ain't back until Sunday. You can find a reason to get out of the house for a few hours, can't you?"

"I don't know. Saturday is the church bazaar. I am suppose to be working at that."

"All day? Can't you get away for a couple of hours?"

"I can try. But I don't know for sure."

"Well you better try hard. Or Debbie may decide she'd be better off with someone else."

"I'll see what I can do. But I can't promise. If I did, I'd only be lying."

They had reached Debbie's house. She was waiting for them. "Now you're the one who looks in bitchy mood this morning," Debbie said to Louanne.

"And you're gonna feel the same way, once I tell you why," was Louanne's reply.

Louanne explained what had happened.

"Damn, that's not fair! I was looking forward to this afternoon," complained Debbie. "Besides it sounds like you'll be spending more time with Tommy than I will."

"Well, it sure ain't cause he turns me on," shot back Louanne. "Besides it's up to your boyfriend here, when you two get together again."

"What do you mean?" asked Debbie.

"Well, I suggested that you two could over to my house tomorrow. You know how you always come over to study. But it seems he's got better things to do."

"That's not fair, Louanne. Let me explain, Debbie."

"Yeah, it sounds like you better," Debbie said accusingly.

"Tomorrow is the church bazaar. And I'm suppose to be working at it. My Mom will be there too. I told Louanne I'd try to get away for a couple of hours, but I can't promise. If my mom ever found out, I'd be in big trouble."

"If Debbie really meant something to you, you'd get away."

"Louanne, lighten up, will you? If Thomas says he'll try, I believe him. I'm just disappointed, that's all. At least we can be together at lunchtime," Debbie said to Thomas.

"And unless I can get away tomorrow, that'll probably be all the time we get together for awhile," Thomas said dejectedly.

"Or until the next time my step-mom has to go out of town. We can still cut school like we planned another time. Maybe I'll get Rodger to do it too, and then I won't feel like a third wheel."

They arrived at school, and Debbie pulled Thomas aside. "I'm really sorry we can't be together this afternoon. And I understand if you can't make it tomorrow. I just want you to know I don't blame you."

"I'll really try tomorrow, I promise. Somehow we're find time to be together."

"I'll see you at lunchtime. We can go out to the bleachers again, if you want to?"

"I'd like that," Thomas said, giving her a quick kiss.

"Comon you two, we'll be late for our first class," called Louanne.

Reluctantly, Debbie and Thomas said goodbye and headed for their classes.

Thomas had trouble concentrating all morning. He kept thinking of Debbie, and how she made him feel. Lunchtime seemed to take forever to arrive. When the final morning bell rang, he ran to the cafeteria.

Debbie was waiting for him. She took his hand and led him out to the playing field. There was a game going on and the bleachers were full of people.

"Shit, I forgot there was a practice today. It's as if someone was trying to keep us from being alone," she complained.

"Hey, it's okay," said Thomas trying to cheer her up.

"It's not okay. I almost feel like lying down here with you in front of all these people."

"We couldn't do that," Thomas exclaimed.

"Why not? I want everyone to know how much you mean to me. I want everyone to know how you make me feel."

"Please Debbie. It wouldn't be right"

"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't really do it. We'd get thrown out of school, and I'd be grounded for the rest of my life. Besides, I'd never be able to see you again."

Thomas was relieved to hear that.

"It's just that you make me feel so happy, I want everyone to know. You're so sweet and caring. You make me feel like someone, someone important. And I think I'm falling in love with you."

Thomas' heart stopped when he heard her mention love. "Gee, don't you think you're rushing things a bit?" he replied.

"Hey, that's okay. I'm use to guys just going out with me for sex. If that's all you want, that's okay too. It just that with you, I feel different."

"It's not just you're the first guy ever to make me come. I really feel something when I'm just with you like this. That's why it doesn't matter if you only like me for what we do when we're alone. You don't have to like me, just be with me."

"I do like you. I like you a lot," Thomas protested. "And it isn't just the sex thing. But love? I don't know. I could just as easily say I love you. That's what you want me to say, isn't it? But I don't know how I feel. This is all so new to me, the sex and everything."

"All I do know is that you do things to me, to my mind, that no one has ever done before. Is it just the sex? I don't think so. But I'm not sure if it's love either. I don't really know what it is. It's all so confusing."

"Oh Tommy, you're so sweet. Maybe I am rushing things a bit. And maybe it is just the sex, for both of us. But I don't care. I just want to be with you every minute. I'll try not to pressure you into anything you don't want."

"You're not pressuring me. We'll just have to wait and see what happens. And if I can find a way, I promise I'll be there tomorrow."

They spent the rest of the lunch period walking hand in hand. When the bell rang, they kissed goodbye and hurried to their next class.

The afternoon seemed to pass as slowly as the morning had for Thomas. But finally he was hurrying to his last class. Debbie and Louanne were already seated by the time he arrived and he wasn't able to speak to them.

The class was mainly review, so at least he didn't have to pay close attention to what Mrs. Whalen was saying. When it was over, she asked him and Louanne to stay behind.

"Thomas, this is the outline I mentioned last night," Mrs. Whalen said, handing him a sheet of paper. "If you two tackle the first five items next week, we can see where you might need extra help," she said to Louanne.

Thomas looked over the topics listed on the paper. There wasn't anything he didn't already know perfectly. "We should be able to quickly cover these," he said to the teacher. "There's nothing difficult here."

"Speak for yourself," said Louanne, once she glanced at the paper.

"Now Thomas, you must remember that Louanne isn't as quick as you. Let her set the pace. She's the one who needs to learn it. If you go too fast, she'll only become more confused."

"I suggest you first try to explain each section, then ask her questions about it. You should then be able to determine what areas you need to go over again in detail."

"And Louanne, if he goes to fast, be sure to tell him. It's for your sake, you are doing this. And if you feel the need, I am available after school to answer any questions that Thomas might not be able to answer."

"Thank you, Mrs. Whalen. But I'm sure Thomas will be all the help I need."

"Well, you two better run along. If you have any problems, let me know. You're starting Monday, aren't you, Thomas?"

"Yes ma'am. We haven't decided when exactly, but I guess sometime after supper."

"My step-mom said 7:00 would be a good time," Louanne added.

"Good. I wish you luck, Louanne. I'm sure you can do it if you try."

They said goodbye to the teacher and left the classroom.

"Listen to me," Louanne whispered to Thomas as they were leaving the building. "Rodger's walking me home today and I don't want him to know about tomorrow. If you can get away, come around to the back door. Try and make sure no one sees you. I don't want to have to explain to my step-mother why some boy was sneaking into the house."

Before Thomas could reply, they ran into Debbie and Rodger.

"How you doing, Tom?" asked Rodger.

"Okay, I guess," Thomas replied stiffly, remembering the last time he and Rodger had talked.

"Hey! Why don't you and Debbie come over to Dale's house tonight? He's got the new White Snake album. We gonna sit around, and let the sound clean our minds of all this school shit."

"I have to work at the church tonight. Have to set up for the bazaar tomorrow, but thanks anyways," Thomas replied.

"Oh yeah I forgot. My mom wants me to go with her tomorrow morning. What a drag. What about you, Debbie? You're more then welcome to come."

"That sounds like fun. But I have other stuff I gotta do tonight."

"Oh well, next time. Dale asked if we could pick up Sandy on the way. Is that okay, Lou?"

"Yeah, I guess so. But I can't stay too late. My step-mom will be calling to check on me."

"Hey Tom, what's this I hear you're gonna be spending more time with my girl than me?" asked Rodger.

"I'm only going to be tutoring her," Thomas answered.

"Yeah, but you'll be cutting into my time. Not that I'm worried, or anything. If anyone can teach my girl history, you can. Just do it quickly, will you? I don't know if I can survive too long without her."

"Maybe you'll appreciate me more if you don't see so much of me," Louanne teased.

"Or maybe I'll just find someone else to take care of my needs in the mean time," Rodger shot back.

"If you do, you better keep them," Louanne said somewhat stiffly.

"Hey, I'm only kidding. You know no one else could ever take your place," Rodger said as he put his arms around her and gave her a hug. "Shit, you're sure touchy today."

"I guess I'm just pissed off about this tutoring thing."

"Well it won't be forever. Tom will see to that, won't you Tom?"

"I'll do my best," he answered.

They had arrived at the corner near Debbie's house. She gave him a kiss, and whispered in his ear, "And I know you'll do your best for me too, tomorrow." She waved goodbye to the group, and left.

Once Debbie was gone, Thomas really didn't want to be around Rodger. He was still pissed off at him and his comments yesterday.

"Guess I'll take off here," he said to Rodger and Louanne.

"Okay," answered Rodger. "Don't forget, if you finish early enough at the church tonight, you're still welcome to stop by Dale's. You're not still pissed at me for yesterday, are you?"

"Yes I am," Thomas replied.

"What happened yesterday?" Louanne asked.

"This is boy talk, Lou. Nothing that would interest you. Look Tom, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. It started out as teasing and kinda got carried away. I didn't mean to get you mad or anything. I'm really sorry."

"Well, maybe I over reacted a bit too. Okay, no hard feeling."

"Good. Now you will try to stop by later, won't you?"

"I'd really like to, but I suspect we'll be at the church late. And I have to be there again first thing in the morning. So I better not stay up too late. But maybe I'll see you tomorrow night, okay?"

"Sure, no problem. If you can get away tomorrow afternoon, a bunch of us are playing ball over at the school. Maybe we'll see you then?"

"I dunno. But if I can, maybe. Anyhow I'd better be getting home. I'll see you two soon."

They said goodbye to Thomas, and continued to Louanne's house.

"I knew weird Tom couldn't stay mad forever," Rodger chuckled once they were out of sight.

"What was all that about anyways?" asked Louanne.

"Aw, nothing really. He didn't like something I said, and I didn't take too kindly to something he said. But it ain't important. What is important is whether you're gonna let me come in when we get to your house."

"Don't start that again, Rodger. You know I'm not allowed to have any boys in the house when my step-mom isn't home."

"Aw, comon Lou. I need to be with you today. Who knows when we'll see each other again with you doing all this tutoring stuff with Mr. Weird."

"Yeah, and I know all about you and your needs. I wonder sometimes if that's the only reason you go out with me."

"How can you say that? You know I love you."

"Do you really love me? Or do you love what I do for you?"

"That's ain't fair. Of course I love you. And I love what you do almost as much. So how about it, can I come in?"

"No! Shit, that's all I need. One of these nosey neighbors telling my step-mom how I had a boy in the house. She's already threatened to ground me for the summer if I don't improve my marks."

"But Lou, I have needs."

"Why don't you take your needs in hand and pull."

"But your mouth feels so much better," he said with a big grin.

"Well this mouth is on strike as of now. At least until you learn to use yours for something else besides bullshit."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"You heard me. I'm sick and tired of always being the one who does all the work. If you want me to do that again, you'll have to do me first. And I don't mean a couple of licks and kisses either. All the way, or you can forget about my mouth permanently."

"You can't do that"

"I sure can, and I will. As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to have a headache tonight, so don't bother picking me up. I won't be going over to Dale's"

"What the fucks gotten into you?" Rodger snarled as he grabbed her arm.

"Stop that. You're hurting me," Louanne cried out.

"I'll do more than hurt you, you stupid bitch. Where the fuck do you get off telling me what you'll do or not do. Fuck, you were nothing before I decided to go out with you. And you'll be nothing again if I dump you."

"Please Rodger, you're hurting my arm. Let me go, please?"

"I'll be by at seven to pick you up, and you goddamn better be ready. Ain't no way I'm gonna look like a fool. I've already told everyone you'd be there. And you will be, won't you?"

"Sure, Rodger. Anything you want. But please let go of my arm, you're hurting me."

"Oh, what have I done? I'm sorry Lou, really I am. The thought of being without you is more than I can stand. I really do love you. I didn't mean to hurt you, really."

"Well, I guess it's okay. But you really frightened me. Don't ever do that again, okay?"

"Sure sweetheart. I guess I just got carried away. If you really don't feel like going tonight, that's okay too. Maybe we can just go for a walk or something. It will be one of the last time we'll be alone for awhile."

"I dunno. I really do have a headache. And I should start studying all that stuff for history. What if I see you tomorrow night?"

Rodger looked like he would explode again. Louanne quickly added, "And then maybe we could go to the playing field, just the two of us?"

"That sounds more like my girl. Sure, that would be a great idea. Your mom doesn't get back 'til Sunday, right?" So we could stay out real late?"

"Well, I ain't too sure about that. She usually calls to make sure I'm home by a certain time each night."

"No problem, we just make sure you're back in time for the call, and then we can sneak back out."

"Well, maybe. Anyhow I better be getting in, in case she calls. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure babe. I do love you, Louanne. I love you a lot."

"And I love you, too," she said, giving him a quick kiss.

Before he could do or say anything else, she quickly ran into the house. Closing the door and locking it, Louanne stood there frightened. Her heart was racing, and her stomach felt sick. "My God," she thought, "he could have killed me." Her arm still hurt where he had grabbed it.

His comments about her being nothing before him, and how she would be again when he dumped her, kept echoing in her mind. True, after Gary moved away, she didn't seem to fit in with any particular crowd. And after she started dating Rodger, she did seem more popular.

The phone rang. She went to answer it. As expected, it was her step-mom. "Hi," Louanne said, putting the questions screaming in her mind aside. "I thought it would be you."

"" Chapters 5 thru 7 - Copyright (c) 1991, 1993 by DEH Enterprises. All Rights Reserved. Permission is granted to distribute in electonic format, unaltered and un-edited with this copyright statement intact. Hardcopies are limited to single printing for private, non-profit use only.

Chapter Eight

Thomas had been working hard all morning, carrying boxes and bags out to people's cars. Heck, he had even carried out a complete dining table and chairs. He was more than happy when his mother suggested they take a break and grab a bite to eat.

There was a small area set aside in one corner of the church basement where they served sandwiches and stuff. He and his mother looked for a place to sit. His mother spotted Mrs. Whalen and went to join her.

"Hello Mariam. Are these two seats taken?" his mother asked.

"Oh hi, Edna. Thomas. No, please sit down. I'm just having a coffee before I go back to work. I went home for lunch, and to check on things. It is such a lovely day outside."

"It must be," his mother answered. "I can't believe all the people who have stopped by this morning."

"Have you been here all day, Thomas?" asked Mrs. Whalen.

"Yes ma'am."

"Edna, how can you be so cruel to the boy? It is such a beautiful day outside. And here you are keeping him cooped up with us old ladies. I saw a bunch of boys playing ball over at the school on my way back here. Wouldn't you rather be playing ball than stuck here, Thomas?"

"It's okay, Mrs. Whalen. They need me here to help carry stuff."

"There are plenty of others who can do that. Don't you think he's worked hard enough today, Edna?"

"Well, I guess it would be all right for him to go play for awhile. But you have to be home in time for supper, young man."

"Could I, Mom? Oh, I'll make sure I'm not late for supper, really I will. You're sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not. What kind of a mother would I be, if I didn't allow you to have some time to play. You run along and have fun. Try not to get too dirty, or hurt yourself. And make sure you're home in time for supper. Now go on."

Thomas jumped up, gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, and started to leave.

"Just one moment, young man. Where are your manners?"

"Sorry Mom. Goodbye, Mrs. Whalen. Goodbye Mother. And thank you, thank you both."

Thomas walked slowly until he neared the basement steps, and then broke into a run. He nearly collided with an elderly couple as he ran out the door. He continued running until he neared Louanne's house. Stopping for a moment to catch his breath, he then walked around the back of one of the houses several doors away. He cut across the backyards, climbing fences.

He hoped no one had seen him as he climbed the last fence into Louanne's backyard. He quickly went to the back door and knocked. The door opened suddenly, and he felt himself being pulled inside.

"Well it's about time you showed up," said Louanne, closing the door quickly behind him. "I hope no one saw you coming here?"

"Oh hi, Louanne. I don't think anyone saw me. Is Debbie here already?"

"She's been here since way before lunch. She's downstairs in the playroom." Louanne giggled.

"What's so funny?" Thomas asked.

"She's in the playroom, get it? Isn't that what the two of you . . ."

"Tommy? Is that you, Tommy?" called Debbie from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, it's him," answered Louanne. "I was just getting us something to drink," Louanne said to Thomas. "Do you want a pop or something?"

"Sure. Whatever you have. And maybe something to eat? I kinda left my lunch at the church."

He felt someone's hands wrap around his waist as Debbie whispered in his ear, "I've got something you can eat."

Thomas felt himself turn red. He turned to greet Debbie. Before he could say anything, she pressed her mouth against his.

"Shit, can't you two at least wait until you're downstairs?" said Louanne in disgust. "Go on! Get down there, and I'll get the drinks and stuff."

Debbie led Thomas down to the playroom. Leading him to the couch, she pushed him down, and jumped into his lap. Again she smashed her mouth against his, her tongue forcing it way between his lips. She took his hand and pressed it against her chest.

Thomas had trouble breathing. Debbie's jumping on him had knocked most of the breath out of him. He gently pushed her away. "Please, Debbie. Give me a chance to catch my breath."

"Oh Tommy, I'm so happy you actually made it. All I could think of all last night, and this morning, was what it would be like to be with you. And then I started worrying about whether you would show up or not."

"I got here as soon as I could. I wasn't sure if I could get away at all."

"I'm glad you did. But let's not waste time talking. Kiss me, please Tommy?"

He took her face in his hands and gently kissed her nose. His mouth moved to her eyes and then her forehead. Moving slowly downward, he traced a line with his tongue down her nose to her lips. Her mouth parted in anticipation.

He purposely skipped her mouth and started kissing her chin. She tried to press her face closer to his, but his hands prevented it. He moved upward, his tongue lightly caressing her lips.

Her tongue shot out and tried to enter his mouth. He simply moved his face away. Her hands tried to pull his away, but he was stronger than her.

"Comon, Tommy. Don't tease! Kiss me for real."

He pressed his mouth to hers. Her tongue pushed against his closed lips. His hands move down to gently stroke her neck. His lips parted and allowed her tongue to enter. He sucked on it, and teased it with his tongue.

Debbie pressed her body tight against him as her hand rubbed the crotch of his pants. Thomas felt his penis harden and he moved his hand to her breast.

"Shit, if you two didn't want anything, you could have save me the trip down here," Louanne said as she entered the room.

Thomas tried to move away from Debbie. His hand flew to cover the bulge in his pants. Debbie refused to remove her hand and continued to rub him.

"Please Debbie. Louanne's here," he whispered.

"Don't worry. I won't be for long," Louanne answered. "I guess I'll go see what I can do upstairs. I can see you two don't need me around."

"No, you don't have to do that," Thomas said. "It is your house and . . ."

"Christ, is he always that dense?" Louanne asked Debbie.

"Just get lost, and leave us alone, will you?" was all Debbie said before she started kissing Thomas again.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Louanne called out as she ran up the stairs.

"Thank God, she's gone," said Debbie as she started to remove her top. Unhooking her bra, she said, "Comon, don't just sit there, get your clothes off." She stood and removed her skirt.

Thomas was surprised to see she wasn't wearing any panties. He started to unbutton his shirt.

"Damn, you're slow," she said as she knelt in front of him and unbuckled his belt. He stood up and dropped his pants. Debbie pulled down his shorts before he had the chance.

Her hands reached up and grasped his erect shaft. "God, it's beautiful, so big and so hard. It makes me wet just looking at it. But it'll have to wait just a bit longer."

She jumped up and sat on the couch. Spreading her legs wide, she reached out to Thomas and said, "Kiss me."

He leaned over and tried to kiss her on the mouth. Her hands pushed his head down as she said, "No silly. Down here. Kiss me there like you did yesterday. Make me come again, please?"

Thomas dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to her vagina. His tongue sought out her clitoris and flicked across it.

"Oh, God, yes. But kiss me all over down there first. Make me all hot and wet. Yes like that. Stick your tongue in me. Yes, oh yes. Deeper. Please. More. God it feels so good."

Thomas could feel the heat radiating from her now wet vagina. He continued to lick and suck her slit, excited by Debbie's verbal encouragements. He wondered what would happen if he stopped. He lifted his face from between her legs.

Debbie tried to force his face back down. "Please don't stop now. Please Tommy? Just a little bit more?" she whimpered.

He lifted himself up until her breasts loomed before him. His tongue flicked across one of her nipples as his hand caressed the other.

"Oh you like my titties? Okay you can suck them if you want. But don't let my pussy get cold. Use your other hand to rub it. Yeah, like that. Play with my clit. No! Softly. Yes, like that. Ooh, you're so good Tommy. Just a little bit more and I'll be good to you too."

Tommy moved so he could pay attention to both her breasts and her vagina. He noticed that she reacted differently depending on what he did. If he just teased her nipples, or her clit, she begged him for more. If he sucked and tongued her nipples hard and fast, she cried out in delight. The same with her clitoris.

It was funny, but he felt a sense of power over her. She was his to play with. Like a stringed instrument, pluck one string and she sang in one key. Strike another and she sang a completely different song.

His mouth moved down across her stomach until it came to rest at her vagina. He gently blew on her slit. Debbie reached down and parted her vaginal lips. Her hand grabbed the back of his head and pressed him closer.

"Do me now, please. I'm almost there. All I need is just a little bit more."

His tongue slowly moved against her clitoris.

"Ooh yes, Tommy. Like that. Do it faster, please."

He lifted his face again. Looking up at her, he asked, "Do what faster?"

"Lick me, please?"

"Lick what?"

"Comon, Tommy. Don't tease me. You want me to talk dirty, is that it? Okay. Eat me, you big fucking stud. Stick your great big tongue into my burning hot cunt and fuck me with it."

"Stop that!" he snapped. "I don't like that."

Confused, Debbie shut up. Thomas realized that she didn't know what to do next. He lowered his face and licked her gently.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes," she answered, not quite sure.

He pushed his tongue in and out of her vagina several times. "Do you like that?"

"Oh yes. Please don't stop."

"Which do you like better?"

"Oh your tongue. I like your tongue best."

"But I used my tongue both times."

"In me. I liked it in me."

He again licked her, but this time he gently rubbed her clitoris with his finger. "And that? Do you like that better?"

"Oh yes. Please Tommy. Don't tease me like that."

"I'm not teasing. I'm just trying to figure out what you like best."

"I like it all! Just don't stop, please Tommy?"

"And when I do this?" He took her clitoris between his lips and gently sucked it.

"Yes, oh God yes."

"Or this?" Again he took her clitoris between his lips and flicked his tongue as fast as he could across it.

"That's it. Oh God, Tommy, yes."

He realized he was tormenting her. The thought excited him. But then he felt guilty about it. He continued to work on her clitoris, sucking and tonguing it.

"Oh God Tommy, I coming again," Debbie cried out as she wrapped her arms around his head.

He didn't stop what he was doing until Debbie gently lifted his face from between her legs.

"I love you, " she whispered as she hugged him tight to her. He pulled her down next to him on the floor. He ran his hands over her body. Debbie wrapped her arms around him and snuggled against him. Her hand found his erect penis and lightly stroked it.

"You're so good to me," she said.

"Am I? I'm sure the other guys were too."

"No, you don't understand. The others were only interested in what I would do for them. They never tried to make me feel good like you do. You always do me first and never make demands. You're very special."

"Were there a lot of guys before me?"

"No one special like you."

"That's not what I asked. How many others were there?"

Debbie turned her face away from his questioning eyes.

"Are you ashamed to tell me?" he asked.

"Well, you're not suppose to talk about old boyfriends or girlfriends."

"Why not?"

"I dunno. I guess cause it makes people jealous."

"Well I never had a girlfriend before so I can't tell you about them. But I was curious how many you had before me. You seem to know lots of stuff."

"Well, I never really had a boyfriend before either. Least ways, none that went out with me for any length of time. After we would fool around once or twice, they would kinda not want me around any more."

"I don't see why not."

"Well, I guess I'm not what you would consider a good girl. Just someone to have a bit of fun with. But not someone you'd want to take to the school dance."

"But if that happened to you all the time, why'd you do it?"

"But if I didn't do it, they wouldn't ever go out with me at all. I'm not pretty like Louanne, or smart like that girl, Sandy. I'm just plain. But I got big titties and I know how to use my mouth. So I use what I got."

"It seems to me, you'd be better off if you just waited until you found someone who liked you for yourself, and not for what they could get you to do."

"Yeah right. And if I hadn't sucked you off the first night, would you be here now?"

Thomas thought for a moment. "I didn't want to go out with you that first night at all. It was only because Rodger and Dale teased me that I agreed. But I never went out with any girl before. So you can't really use me as an example."

"That's not what I asked you. Would you have seen me again after, if I hadn't given you a blowjob? If I hadn't promised that we would do even more the next time we were alone?"

"I guess so."

"You guess so? You don't know? You, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, can't give me an honest answer?"

"Okay, so probably I wouldn't have gone out with you again. But I probably wouldn't have gone out with any girl again. It wasn't just you."

"So it was only for the sex that you agreed to see me again?"

"Okay, yes. But that was before I got to know you. I would go out with you now without the sex."

"Bullshit! The moment I stop doing that stuff, you'll take off like all the others. You don't understand at all. Besides, I like the sex part too. It makes me feel good, sometimes real good. And it makes me feel special. I know I do things others girls don't do. I know the guys come to me, and only me, for things they can't get from other girls."

"Things? What kinda things?" Thomas asked.

"I swallow it when a guy comes. I'm always surprised at how much that turns them on. I don't see the big deal. It's a lot less messy that way. But other girls don't do that. Even when they say they're in love, like Louanne."

"What do you mean like Louanne?"

"Well she and Rodger are suppose to be so deeply in love. Yet if she does suck him off, she always ends up finishing him with her hands. Shit, if I was going out with a guy as popular as him, I'd swallow all he wanted me to."

Thomas remembered Rodger's comment about good girls not doing stuff like that. "What else do you do that the other girls won't?"

"Well, sometimes if the guy is really nice, I let him fuck my titties."

"Excuse me?" Thomas asked, not sure what she was talking about.

"You know, you stick your cock between my titties and pretend it's a pussy. I squeeze them together and as the head of your cock passes through, I lick it with my tongue. When you ready to come, you stick it in my mouth and I finish you with my mouth. That really turns them on."

Thomas tried to imagine what that would be like. He wasn't quite certain if he'd like that.

"Was that the surprise you promised me?"

"No, I have something better for you."

"Better than what we've already done?"

"Sure, way better. Haven't you ever wanted to fuck?"

"Er . . . I . . . "

"Comon, haven't you ever dreamed of fucking someone? One of the girls in school, or maybe someone in the movies?"

"Well, I . . . er . . . But you're a virgin. We couldn't do that."

"We're not really gonna fuck. But it will feel like it for you."

"I don't understand. If we're not really gonna do it, what are we gonna do?"

"I only do this with guys I think are very special. And you are, Tommy. I really do love you. And I don't care if you are only going out with me for sex. You make me feel like no one else ever has."

"You don't have to do any more just for me. I'm more than happy with what we are doing," Thomas said, slightly frightened by what Debbie was planning.

"No, I want to do this for you. You'll really love it, too."

Thomas still looked uncertain. He was wondering if he wouldn't be better off if he left.

"Let me get my purse," Debbie said, as she stood up. She went to the table and retrieved it. Reaching into it, she pulled out a small tube. Returning to where Thomas was, she sat down next to him.

"This is vaseline," she said. "I rub some of it on the inside of my thighs like this. Now let me rub some on your cock. There, that should be about right."

Thomas squirmed as Debbie rubbed the vaseline on his penis.

"Oh the little guy likes it already. Look how he jumps when I touch him." Debbie gave his penis a little kiss. "Now kneel here in front of me."

Thomas raised himself to his knees. His shaft stood straight out. Debbie turned her back to him and knelt down. She raised her buttocks as she lowered her face to the floor.

"Now move closer, yeah, that's it. Stick your cock between my legs. Yeah, like that. Now I squeeze my thighs real tight and you move your cock back and forth. That's it, like that. Doesn't that feel good?"

Thomas tentatively moved his hips forward forcing his shaft through her closed thighs. He drew back slowly, enjoying the pleasant sensation. The vaseline helped him slip between her legs with ease.

He pushed against her again. This time he could feel his penis strike against her stomach. Slowly he increased the speed of his movement. He was amazed by the feeling he received as his shaft rubbed against her thighs.

"Do you like it?" Debbie asked.

"Oh, yes. I can't believe it," he managed to reply.

"I call it a fake fuck. We can do this all you want, and I still remain a virgin."

Thomas moved faster, his legs slamming against her buttocks. His testicles bounced against her legs causing small shockwaves to travel up and down his body. His breathing became ragged and his heart beat faster.

He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to concentrate of the feelings between his legs. Debbie's fingers caressed the tip of his penis each time it passed through her legs. She was driving him crazy.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Oh yes," he groaned in response.

"Do you love it?"

"Yes, God, yes."

"Do you love me?"

"God, it feels good," he answered.

"Say you love me, please?" she asked.

"I love what you do to me," he answered.

"No, say you love me." she demanded as she widened her legs.

The loss of sensation caused him to falter in his movement. "No! Please! Just a little more," he begged.

"Say you love me. I don't care if you lie, just say it. Please Tommy?"

He tried to rub against one thigh to recapture the feeling he wanted.

"Say it, damn it," Debbie cried out. Her hand grabbed his shaft and squeezed it hard. "Just say it once, please Tommy." Her fingernails dug into his shaft, causing him pain.

Tommy tried to push her way, but she kept hold of his penis. She once again clamped her thighs tight around his shaft. Her hips moved back and forth as her fingers teased the tip of his reddened rod.

"I can make you feel real good, Tommy. Just say it for me. I'll never ask you again. Say you love me, please?"

Once again the intense pleasure surged through him. He responded to Debbie's attention by pumping harder against her. His testicles felt as if they would soon explode.

Debbie spread her legs apart and moved forward, away from him. "Damn you, you bastard. What do I have to do to get you to say you love me. What do you want? You don't have to mean it, just say it. Do you want to fuck me for real? Is that it?"

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs apart. "Just say it, and you can stick it in."

It was if she had suddenly slapped him across the face. He felt very cold.

"Please Debbie, don't do that."

"You wanna fuck me, I know it. Just say it and you can. You can do anything you want, but say you love me."

"Please Debbie, don't do this. Why is it so important that I say it?"

"Just say it. Never mind why, just say it."

"But I don't understand."

"Fuck you! Why do you need to understand. Just say it."

He crawled to her and tried to hold her in his arms. She started sobbing the moment he touched her.

"Please don't, Debbie. If it is so important to you, I'll say it. But I want to understand why you need me to."

"I love you," she sobbed. "and I want you to love me. I need you to love me. I can't explain it. Even if I know deep down you really don't mean it, it just makes everything right. Would it hurts so much just to tell me a little white lie?"

The pain reflected in her eyes tore at his heart. He realize that she needed to pretend she was loved. She would do almost anything to feel loved. If she only realized just how special she really was. Not for what she did, but because of who she was. A beautiful person just wanting to love someone, and be loved in return.

He wasn't sure what he was feeling. Her pain hurt him. And he knew he wanted to be with her. And not just for sex. He wanted to be near her, and hold her like he was now. Okay, maybe they could fool around a little. He did like that too. But even if they never did anything again, he knew he still wanted to be with her.

He held her tight, and gently kissed the tears from her face. "I love you," he whispered. Debbie stiffened in his arms. "I love you," he said louder.

"Oh Tommy, thank you. You don't know how much that meant to me. I don't care if you mean it or not. You can stick it in me now," she said as she tried to roll onto her back.

"No, you don't understand. I didn't say it for that. I mean it. I've never felt this way about someone before. And it's more than just the sex thing. And it's more than just liking someone. So I guess you can call it love."

"You don't have to explain, really. And I promised you something extra special today. So you can fuck me if you want to."

"Stop it! You're not listening. I said I love you. Not to fuck you. Not so we can do something else. But because I realize that I want to be with you. Or rather I don't want to be without you. I don't want to fuck you now, or ever."

"Someday, maybe we'll make love. Make love, not fuck, do you hear me? We'll show each other just how much we really do love one another. But not today. Things are happening too fast for me."

"I've never been in love before. I've never done a lot of things we've done and felt in the past two days. I need some time to sort things out. Right now, I'm just happy to hold you in my arms. I don't need anything else."

"Oh God, you really do mean it," Debbie said as she rained kisses on his face.

"Yes, I do. God this is crazy. I just met you. But I can't imagine what I'm feeling is anything else. I love you, Debbie."

"And I love you, Tommy. God, how I love you."

They kissed tenderly, holding each other tightly.

"Tommy, you need to know a few things about me. I never answered your questions before about the other guys."

"I don't care about them."

"No, let me do this, please? I want no secrets between us. There were eight all together. The first was two years ago. He was the first one I sucked off. But he dumped me when I refused to swallow it."

"I didn't make that mistake with the second one. But he wanted more than that, and I wouldn't let him. I meant it when I said I'm still a virgin."

"It was the fourth guy that taught me the trick with my titties. But he moved away. The next two guys weren't satisfied with that and I found myself alone again."

"It was then I came up with the idea for the fake fuck. And the next guy loved it. We went out for almost six months. But his father caught us one day, and he wasn't allowed to see me again."

"I didn't do it with the last guy though. He only went out with me once or twice, and then dumped me for someone else. So I guess you could say I've a bit of a reputation. A lot of people are gonna say you're only going out with me 'cause I fool around. You might be better off if we pretended we weren't going out together."

"I don't care what others think. What you did before doesn't matter either. What matters is we have each other, here and now."

"Oh Tommy, you make me so happy," said Debbie as she started crying again.

"Comon, stop that. I said I love you. Don't cry."

"I can't help it. I've never been this happy before," sobbed Debbie.

Thomas couldn't make any sense of her. She cried when she was unhappy, and when she was happy. Not knowing what else to do, he just held her. Debbie finally managed to control her crying. She kissed him as her hand moved to grasp his penis.

"Don't, Debbie. You don't have to do that stuff."

"But I want to," she said with grin. She gently ran her nails along the underside of his now limp penis. Her mouth moved down his chest seeking his nipple. As her tongue flicked across it, a shiver went through him.

Thomas felt himself harden as Debbie's hand continued to play with his shaft. He watched as she slithered further down his body until her mouth was poised above his fully erect penis.

"This poor little thing still hasn't had his reward," she said as her tongue licked his now throbbing penis. "You don't really want me to stop, do you?"

"Well, if you really want to. I guess it wouldn't matter," he stammered.

"Oh, I'll stop if you insist," she said just before she took the tip in her mouth. Her tongue wound around the rim of his shaft's tip, sending searing hot flashes deep within his testicles.

"Oh God, please don't stop," he pleaded.

"You sure you don't want me to stop?" she teased.

"You do, and I'll never do you again," he answered as he reached down to grab her head.

She moved away quickly, avoiding him. He scrambled to his knees and crawled after her. Debbie slid along the floor on her stomach. He overtook her and raised her head to his lap.

"What were you saying about this poor fellow?" he asked as he brushed her mouth with his penis.

"He doesn't look so poor now," She giggled in reply. "Actually he looks quite healthy."

"Well don't let looks deceive you. He is actually in need of a lot of care right now."

"Oh, the poor baby. Maybe if I give him a little kiss like this," said Debbie as she lightly tongued the small opening at the tip.

"God yes!"

"Or maybe he's cold and he'd like this better," she said as she took him deep in her mouth.

"Yes, yes," was all Thomas could say.

Debbie moved so she was kneeling in front of him. Her hands grasped the base of his shaft tightly as her mouth moved rapidly up and down. Thomas felt his testicles contract as the pressure became unbearable.

"Debbie? Debbie, your dad's on the phone for you," called Louanne as she came running down the stairs.

"Shit, not now," exclaimed Debbie as she lifted her head from Thomas' lap.

"You better hurry," Louanne said. "He sounded pretty mad to me."

As Debbie turned to answer Louanne, Thomas felt himself start to climax. Debbie, her face half-turned towards Louanne, caught the first spurt of his cum across her nose. As she moved to get up, the second spurt hit her buttocks. Debbie rushed upstairs to take the phone.

Thomas couldn't stop himself. Having lost the warmth of Debbie's mouth, he grabbed his shaft and pumped madly. He held up one hand to catch the sticky cum so that it wouldn't soil the floor.

Louanne suddenly realized what she had interrupted. She stood transfixed as Thomas continued to jerk off. She knew she shouldn't be watching. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from what he was doing.

The urgency over, Thomas continued to milk his penis slowly, trying to get every bit of pleasure possible. He was surprised to find that he wasn't embarrassed by Louanne watching him. Actually it was kind of exciting. Feeling absolutely wicked, he asked," Wanna lick?"

His comment seemed to bring Louanne back to life. "Oh, you're disgusting!" she snapped at him. She walked over to the table, and picking up a box of kleenex, threw it at him. "Why don't you clean yourself off. And you better make sure you haven't messed the rug."

Thomas easily caught the flying box. He grabbed several kleenex and wiped his hand. His penis was still erect. He gently wiped it too, enjoying the stabs of pleasure he felt.

"Fuck, the bastard was checking up on me," Debbie said as she came down the stairs. "He wanted to know why I was over here for so long. I told him that we weren't finished studying yet. And he said if I wasn't home in thirty minutes, I'd never go anywhere again."

Thomas walked over to Debbie and wiped the cum that was still on her nose. "Well, we still have almost thirty minutes," he said as he lowered his head to take her breast in his mouth.

"Tommy, don't!" Debbie exclaimed.

He wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her legs. He lifted her easily, and carried her to the couch. He gently lowered her on it. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he asked, "Why?"

"Please Tommy. I have to go home."

"Yeah, but not for a while yet," he said as he spread her legs apart and sank his face between them. His tongue immediately sought out her clitoris and licked it.

"Oh, Tommy. Please there isn't time. Oh God, Tommy, don't"

He ignored her words and forced his tongue deep into her vagina. His hands joined in and stoked her clitoris.

"Ooh Tommy. We shouldn't. What about Louanne?"

Thomas raised his face while his hands continued to caress her vagina and clitoris. With a grin, he said, "She'll just have to wait her turn. You come first." He looked at Louanne, challenging her to say something. Never breaking eye contact with her, he slowly lowered his face between Debbie's parted legs.

As his tongue again made contact with Debbie's now rigid clitoris, she whimpered, "Please Tommy. We shouldn't. It isn't fair. Oh God, that feels so good."

As she entwined her hands in his hair, Thomas knew she really didn't want him to stop. Soon she was begging him to stop teasing her.

"Oh Tommy, just a little more, please? Oh yes, like that. No. Please don't tease. Do me right. Please Tommy. My god, you're driving me crazy."

He glanced at Louanne and saw she was still standing there, watching them. The thought of one girl watching while another begged him to eat her, excited him more. He continued to tease Debbie so she would beg louder just to see how Louanne would react.

But Louanne did nothing. She just stood there, her hands at her side, her face expressionless. Feeling a little disappointed, Thomas concentrated on making Debbie come.

Debbie was moaning loudly by now. "God yes. That's it. Tommy, my sweet Tommy. I'm coming. God, yes I'm coming."

As Debbie squirmed beneath him in the throes of her orgasm, Thomas once again glanced over at Louanne. But she was no longer there. He wasn't sure why he felt disappointed.

Debbie reached out and pulled his face to hers. "I love you so much," she said as she kissed him. "I don't ever want to lose you." They clung to each other and exchanged words of love.

Chapter Nine

"If you expect to get home on time, you better get moving," Louanne said to Debbie..

"Oh shit," Debbie swore. "We better hurry and get dressed. If I blow this, I don't when we'll ever see each other again," she said as she jumped up from the couch. She grabbed her discarded clothing and quickly put them on.

"I brought down you school books," Louanne said. "Luckily we got a lot done before he showed up if your Dad asks to see what we did."

"God yes. I almost forgot about that. I bet he'll want to see everything we did. Well, I have that report I wrote at school last week, too. There should be enough."

Turning to Thomas, she added, "You better stay here awhile, in case he's outside. That's okay, ain't it, Lou?"

"Well, if he staying, he better put some clothes on. But yes, he can. Now hurry up. You don't wanna get into more trouble, do you?"

Debbie grabbed her books and started for the stairs. Turning, she ran back to Thomas and threw her arms around him. "I don't want to go. Oh Tommy, I love you so much."

"I love you too. But you have to go. I'll see you at school. And you're only grounded for a few more days. We'll have plenty of time to spend together after that. Now get going."

They kissed goodbye, and Debbie flew up the stairs.

Thomas watched her go, surprised by the feeling of sadness that came over him.

"You bastard!"

"Pardon me?" he said, turning to face Louanne.

"You really love her, don't you?"

"Well yes, I do."

"Yeah right. You really love her when she sucks your cock."

"Hey, that's not why I love her."

"Oh you love her because she's so sweet?"

"Yes. She is sweet."

"Or is it her cunt's sweet and you get off eating cunt?"

"I don't have to listen to this. I don't know why you're so upset at me."

"And what about me?" Louanne asked as she moved closer to him. "Would you love me too if I sucked you off? If I let you eat me?"

Her hand reached out and wrapped around his penis. Thomas froze at the contact.

"Isn't that all you really want? Just someone to suck your dirty cock, someone to swallow your disgusting cum?"

"Don't!" Tommy yelled as he tried to move away from her.

"Comon, I can take care of you, too. You don't need to mess around with her," Louanne said as she moved after him.

"You're crazy! I don't want you. Let me outta here. Get away from me." Thomas ran to get his clothes.

"I told you I wouldn't stand by and watch you hurt her," Louanne yelled at him.

"I ain't gonna hurt her. I love her. I couldn't hurt her."

"Bullshit! How can you love her. You only just met her."

"I don't know. All I know is I do. I told her that we didn't have to do any of that sex stuff. I was happy just being with her. But she wanted to."

"Don't lie to me. I saw you. You're sick."

"I'm sick? I'm sick! What the hell are you? You were the one who stood there and watched. Now if that ain't sick."

"I . . . er . . . But you . . ." Louanne stammered, not sure what to say.

"Look, I don't know how to make you understand. I'm not even sure why I need to. But I really do love Debbie. I mean it. She makes me feel like. . . I don't know. But I do know it ain't just the sex. I admit I like that part too. God, I never imagined it could be that good. But if tomorrow, she said no more, it wouldn't matter. Just as long as we can be together. That's all that matters."

Louanne watched as Thomas hurriedly put on his clothing. She felt confused. Could he really mean it? Was she so worried that Debbie would be hurt again, that she couldn't see that they were really in love?

Did she even know what love was any more? She thought she and Rodger were in love. But after what he did yesterday, could she be sure? Maybe she was all wrong about weird Tom.

"Look, I'm sorry. But Debbie means a lot to me. I don't want to see her hurt again," Louanne said.

"She means a lot to me too. And I'm not going to hurt her," Thomas replied as he pushed his shirt into his pants. "Maybe it would be better if I just left."

"Okay, so maybe I was wrong. Look about what I did before, you don't need to say anything to Debbie, okay?"

"What you did?" asked Thomas.

"You know, when I touched your . . . er . . . thing. I wouldn't have really done anything, I was just . . ."

"Hey, forget it. It didn't mean anything. But you did kinda scare me for a moment."

"Well, just as long as you don't say anything. I'm really sorry."

"Oh, I won't say anything to Debbie. But maybe Rodger . . ."

"You wouldn't," Louanne yelped.

"Well, it's only fair. You tested me to see if I really loved Debbie. This could be a kinda test to see how much he loves you," Thomas said with a grin.

"You're only teasing," Louanne said, relieved.

"You didn't really think I'd tell him, did you? That's not the kinda thing you go around telling people."

"Well, I wasn't sure. I don't know you all that well. And some people think you do weird things and all."

"Why don't we just forget it ever happened. I better get going. Figure I'll head over to the school. There's suppose to be a ball game going on. And that's where I told my mom I was going this afternoon."

"Hey, I'll walk over with you. Rodger was suppose to be there. But I think you should go first. It wouldn't look right if someone saw us leaving together. Sneak out the back, and wait for me at the corner, okay?"

"Okay. And Lou?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for letting Debbie and me meet here today."

"That's okay. You can do it again if you want the next time my step-mom isn't home. You better get going."

Chapter Ten

Thomas waited outside for Louanne, and together they headed to the school. They arrived at the playing field as the game was just finishing. Rodger noticed them and walked over to where they were standing.

"What the fuck are you doing with him?" Rodger asked Louanne.

"I met him on the way over," Louanne replied.

"Where the hell have you been all afternoon. You were suppose to be here after lunch?"

"I was studying with Debbie and didn't realize the time."

"You made me look pretty stupid. I told all the guys you'd be here. It looked like you stood me up. I don't know what's gotten into you, lately."

Louanne was embarrassed by the way Rodger was acting. "I'm sorry. I'll try not to do it again."

"Yeah, you better not. Well we're heading over to Dale's house. You wanna come along, Tom?"

Thomas was amazed at the way Rodger was treating Louanne. And the way she allowed him. Remembering how mad she had been at him earlier, he was surprised that she did nothing now. But he figured it really wasn't any of his business.

In answer to Rodger's invitation, he said, "Well, I don't know. I don't want to be in the way, or anything."

"Oh come on," Louanne said to him. "You said you were working at the church all day. You should come along and relax a bit."

"Well if you don't think I'd be in the way?"

"Yeah, Lou's right," added Rodger. "You're always so stuffy. You need to unwind a bit. There ain't gonna be a lot of people there anyways. Just Dale and Sandy. And we can listen to the White Snake album again. You ain't gonna believe it. The sucker really screams."

"Well okay, but I can't stay too long. I have to be home in time for supper."

"Let's get going then," Rodger said. He threw his arm around Louanne, and called to Dale and Sandy to wait for them.

The five of them headed to Dale's house. Once there, they went down to the basement. Dale put the album on the stereo and turned up the volume. He and Sandy sat on one of the couches and immediately started necking.

Rodger and Louanne were doing the same thing. Thomas felt a bit awkward and tried to concentrate on the music. But he found he kept glancing over at Louanne.

Rodger took Louanne's hand and placed it in his lap. She tried to pull her hand away, but Rodger just held it more tightly.

She tried to push him away, but he simply wrapped his arm tightly around her neck. As she tried to speak, he smashed his mouth roughly against her, muffling her words. She struggled for a moment or two to no avail. The harder she tried to push him away, the more he hurt her. She stopped resisting him, and he relaxed his hold on her.

She tried again to remove, her hand and he tightened his arm around her neck. She gave up fighting him. He moved her hand back and forth against his crotch.

When he stopped, and she just let her hand rest there, he again squeezed her neck. Louanne quickly rubbed him without further encouragement. He pushed his hand up her sweater.

Louanne raised her hand to prevent him. But he simply pushed it back to his crotch and returned his hand to her breast. He broke their kiss and whispered, "Comon baby, don't give me a hard time."

"Please Rodger, not here," she whispered back.

"But I love you. And it's been so long. I'm really hurting, Lou." Rodger pushed her sweater up over her breasts and started kissing them through her bra. His hand pulled one breast free, and his mouth attacked her nipple.

"Please Rodger," she pleaded as she tried to pull down her sweater.

His hand shot out and grabbed hers. He squeezed her wrist and twisted.

"You're hurting me," she cried.

"I'll do more than that if you don't cut this shit out," he snarled.

"But there are other people . . ."

"Shit, what are you talking about. There's only Dale and Sandy, and they're busy doing their own thing."

"But Tom?"

"Let him watch if he wants. Maybe it'll give him a thrill watching a real man take care of his girl."

"Please Rodger, don't."

"Shut up, or I'll break your fucking neck," he growled as he wrapped his arm around her neck again. "You love me, don't you?"

When Louanne didn't answer immediately, he tightened his grip on her neck. "Don't you?"

"Yes, Rodger, yes. Please stop, you're hurting me."

"Good. Then show me how much by rubbing my cock and giving me a kiss."

Feeling helpless, Louanne did as he asked. His hand again roughly rubbed her breast as his mouth tore into hers.

Thomas tried to ignore them. But what he had seen made him feel sick. He quietly got up and left. Once outside, he wondered if he should have done something to help Louanne. But as he reminded himself, it was none of his business. Besides it as getting late. He hurried home.

The couples continued, unaware Thomas had left. Rodger pulled his penis out of his pants and place it in Louanne's hand.

Rodger placed one of his hands on the back of her neck and forced her face down. He raised his hips, forcing his erect penis in her mouth. Using both hands now, he forcibly moved her head up and down on his shaft. Louanne tried to break away from him but couldn't.

Faster and faster he moved his hips until he seemed to go rigid. He moved her head even faster as he climaxed. Louanne was making gagging noises as she continued to try to break free. His cum dribbled from the sides of her mouth.

He lifted her face from his now softening penis and clamped a hand across her mouth and nose. "Comon, baby, swallow it. It ain't that bad. Show me how much you love me by swallowing it."

Louanne tried to spit, but his hand prevented her. She also found that she couldn't breathe with his hand blocking her nose. His other hand grabbed the back of her neck.

"Comon baby, just once. It can't hurt you."

Left with no choice, she swallowed hard several times. Rodger let go of her, saying, "See, it didn't kill you, did it?"

Louanne struck him hard across the face. "You bastard!"

Rodger laughed. He slowly pulled her to him and kissed her. Louanne tried again to slap him but his hand caught hers.

"You don't want to do that. Shit, all I asked was you to swallow it once. And you go and smack me?"

He wrapped one arm around her neck and clasped a hand across her mouth. His other hand grabbed her naked breast and twisted violently. "If you ever try something like that again, I'll beat the shit out of you? Do you understand?"

Louanne, her eyes wide with fear, tried to shake her head yes.

"That's better. I don't understand why you always give me so much trouble. But no more. I'm fed up with all your shit. If you want to go out with me, you'll do what I want. Otherwise, I'll kick your ass and find someone else. Now lick my cock clean." He forced her face back down in his lap and held it there while she did as he said.

When she finished, he pushed his now limp penis back into his pants. He pushed her away, telling her to straighten out her clothing. Now that he had been taken care of, he no longer seemed interested in her.

"I should be getting home, in case my step-mom calls," Louanne said tentatively.

"That sounds like a good idea," Rodger responded. "You don't need me to walk you, do you?"

"No, that's okay. I can manage."

"Good. Cause I don't have much energy right now. You kinda drained it all out of me. I'll see you later though, right?"

"I dunno. I'm not feeling all that well and . . ."

"Don't give me that fucking headache shit again. You promised we would go to the playing field tonight, remember?"

"Yeah, but I don't think . . ."

Rodger grabbed her arm. "Don't start that shit again. You promised. I don't want to hurt you again, but if that's what . . ."

"No. Rodger don't. I'll go. Really I will."

"Okay. For a moment there, I thought I'd have to teach you all over again. I'll be by about seven. And we can practice what you learned today. If you only knew how good it feels when you suck me like that."

Louanne simply nodded her head in agreement. "He's crazy," she thought. All she wanted was to get away from him. "Okay, I'll see you later. But I really have to get home."

"Sure, no problem," he said as he gave her kiss. "Boy, are we gonna have fun tonight."

Louanne ran from the house, tears streaming down her face. Praying that there was someway she could avoid meeting Rodger later, she ran home. Once home, she tried to figure out what to do.

Chapter Eleven

Louanne sat in the house, wondering how she could avoid seeing Rodger. Her mother wasn't due home until tomorrow after lunch. She thought about Debbie. Maybe she could stay over at her house tonight. She hurried to the phone and dialled Debbie's number.

Debbie's father answered. Louanne asked to speak to Debbie. He wasn't very pleased, but called Debbie to the phone anyways.

"Hello?" Debbie answered.

"Debbie? It's Lou. I need a favor."

"What's the matter, Lou? Are you okay?"

Louanne thought what she should tell Debbie. If Rodger ever found out that she had told Debbie what had happened, he'd probably freak. But if she didn't say something, Debbie might not realize just how frightened she really was.

"Yeah. I'm okay. It's just that I don't want to stay here alone. Can I stay at you house tonight?"

"I'll have to check with my Dad. But I don't see any reason why not. You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'll explain it to you when I come over. That is if your Dad says it's okay."

"Hold on while I check with him," Debbie said.

Waiting for Debbie to come back to the phone, Louanne prayed the her dad said yes. If he didn't, she didn't know what she would do.

"Louanne?" Debbie asked as she returned to the phone.

"I'm still here," Louanne answered.

"Dad said sure. He doesn't like the idea of you staying alone anyways. Matter of fact, he asked if you wanted to come for supper?"

"I'd love to. I'll be there as soon as I pack a bag. And thanks, Debbie. Thanks a lot."

"Okay I'll see you when you get here. Take care, Lou."

Louanne raced around the house, filling an overnight bag. She left a note for her step-mother saying where she was staying. "Just in case she gets home before me," Louanne thought. She locked the door and hurried to Debbie's house.

She thought she saw Rodger several times on the way to Debbie's house. The thought frightened her so much, she ran the last several blocks.

Debbie must have been watching for her, because the moment she neared the front door, it opened.

"Are you okay, Lou?" Debbie asked, concerned.

"Oh thank God. Boy, am I glad to see you," Louanne said as she threw her arms around Debbie.

Debbie took her bag and led her inside. She took Louanne immediately up to her bedroom. Closing the door, she laid Louanne's bag on the floor.

"Okay, tell me what the hell is going on?"

"It's nothing Debbie, really. I just kinda got spooked being alone in the house."

"Who the hell do you think you're bullshitting? You've stayed alone in that house a dozen times. Now tell me what's really the matter."

"I can't. I want to, but I'm afraid what will happen if I do. Please don't make me?" Louanne started to cry.

Debbie went to her friend and put her arms around her. "Hey, it's okay now. You don't have to tell me a thing. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Oh Debbie, if you only knew how much you're helping just by letting me be here now. Oh god, I'm so frightened."

"Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?" Debbie asked.

"Let's just say that Rodger and I had a fight, and I don't want to see him right now."

"What did the bastard do? If he tried anything . . ."

"No! No, nothing like that. Believe me Debbie, it was nothing like that. It's just . . ." Louanne again broke into tears. She didn't dare tell Debbie what happened. Rodger was crazy. And there was no telling what he would do if he found out. She had to make certain Debbie never suspected what Rodger had really done to her that day.

Managing to control her crying, she continued. "We had a quarrel, that's all. It was our first fight, and I guess I'm pretty upset."

"Well, don't worry about a thing. You're staying here tonight. And tomorrow I'll walk you home after we're sure your step-mom's there. Let's get washed up and go down to eat. My father hates it when I don't get to the table on time."

During dinner, Louanne thought of how she and Debbie were really close friends. It was kind of surprising as they were so different personality wise. But they did have several things in common.

Both girls had lost their mothers when they were young. And until her dad had remarried, they were both raised by their fathers. She and Debbie had been in school together since kindergarten.

They didn't always hang out in the same crowd. But they still spent a lot of time together. And Louanne thought, Debbie was the only person she could really talk to about things. Things like personal problems, boys, love and even sex.

Louanne was always amazed by how Debbie used sex to get a boy. And she knew Debbie did a lot of things that she would never think of doing. But she had learned a lot from Debbie about sex, and how to handle guys when they wanted you to do certain things.

Louanne thought of the hours they spent describing in detail what they had done on dates. What they had done to the guys and what the guys had done to them. It had become kind of a contest between the two girls.

A contest to see who could do the most without really going all the way. Debbie was far less inhibited than Louanne. And she didn't seem to mind doing stuff that Louanne couldn't see herself doing.

Louanne wondered if she was more like Debbie, would this afternoon with Rodger have ever happened. Was she making a bigger deal out of it than she really needed to? What would it have hurt if she had swallowed his cum? Debbie always said it was a lot less messy that way.

And, she had to admit, she had been thinking about doing it anyways. It really was a small thing to do for someone you loved. And when Debbie had told her about what Tommy had done, Louanne thought it might be the way to get Rodger to do the same thing to her.

But this afternoon changed that. She still couldn't believe how violent Rodger had been. And when he had hurt her breast, the look on his face had frightened her even more. It was like he really enjoyed it.

She wished she had someone to talk to. Someone she could go to for advise. She wished she was closer to her step-mother. But they never really ever talked about things. Louanne didn't care too much for her step-mother. She never really forgave her father for re-marrying, and then dying like he did.

Dinner finished, Louanne helped Debbie clean off the table. The two girls washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Debbie suggested that they go up to her room to listen to some records when they finished.

Once in Debbie's room, Louanne selected an album and put it on the turntable.

"Okay, what gives?" Debbie demanded. "You were so quiet at dinner. That's not like you. I know you said you didn't want to tell me about it. But I can't stand seeing you like this."

Louanne thought she had to tell Debbie something. Either that, or the girl would never leave her alone. But she didn't dare tell her the truth. She tried to think of something that was close enough to the truth so Debbie wouldn't suspect she was lying.

"I told you Rodger and me had a fight."

"Yeah, but what about?"

"Well it all started when we went to Dale's after the ball game this afternoon."

"Ball game? Dale's? When did this happen?"

"After you left, I went to meet Rodger over at the school. A bunch of the guys were playing ball. After the game, we went to Dale's to listen to some music."

"Oh, yeah, one of those. Turn the lights low, turn the music up high and hope the parents don't come down and catch you doing something. Am I right?"

"Well, yeah. But anyways, Rodger and I were necking. But he wanted more. First, he had me rub his cock. And then suck it. And then he forced me to swallow his cum"

"Gee, I dunno Louanne. You two have done most of that before. So what was the big deal?"

"Well for starters, I didn't want to. And he hurt me."

"He hurt you? How? What did the son of a bitch do to you?"

Louanne realized that she had already said too much. She could picture Debbie going after Rodger. That was all she needed. It wasn't bad enough he was mad at her for refusing him. If he found out she told someone about what he did, he'd probably kill her.

"He pulled my hair. And he grabbed me."

"He grabbed you?"

"Yeah, he grabbed my breasts when he started to come. It hurt."

"I'm sure he didn't even realize it. Guys get excited like that sometimes. But if he was really mean to you, you have to tell someone."

"Well it wasn't so much that he was mean. It was just, I dunno. Not every girl is as easy as you, you know."

"Easy as me?" Debbie asked, a hurt look on her face. "What do you mean easy as me?"

Louanne felt really bad talking to Debbie like this. But she couldn't think of any other way to get Debbie to back off.

"Well, you know what I mean. You seem to like doing stuff like that. Sucking cock and all. I don't like it."

"So that makes me easy? You've sucked cock too. And you've swallowed the cum too. So why am I easy, but you're not."

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just upset. I know Rodger's always trying to get me to do it. Today he just tried harder than usual. And I guess he was a bit rougher than usual. I was frightened."

Still smarting from Louanne's remark, Debbie said, "Okay. So maybe he wasn't nice. And you have a good reason to be upset. But you bring it on yourself. You two have been going out for a while. It would seem to me you'd want to do things like that for him. I mean he is the most popular guy at school and all. Besides you say you love him, don't you?"

"You don't understand. It has nothing to do with love."

"Look, I know you and I disagree on this. But listen to me for a moment. A girl's gotta do stuff like that if she expects the guy to hang around. Otherwise they just find someone who will. And it ain't no big thing to suck someone off. It ain't like you're going all the way, or anything like that."

"You're the one who doesn't understand. You shouldn't have to do stuff like that, if you don't want. If he really loved me, he wouldn't forced me. That's the point I'm trying to make. He forced me. He didn't ask me, he made me."

"Okay. You're right. He had no right to force you. But I still think part of your problem is your attitude about the whole sex thing. Look at Tommy and me."

"If I hadn't done him that first night, he never would have noticed me. Sometime you just gotta do stuff like that. This afternoon, I was even willing to let him fuck me, if that was what it took to keep him."

"You didn't? My God, Debbie."

"No we didn't. He didn't want to. He's so sweet. But the point is that sometimes you have to do things you really don't want to do, if you don't want to lose the guy."

"You and Rodger have been going out for a while. And you have to figure out just how much you want to continue going out with him. If you want to dump him, okay. I personally think you'd be making a big mistake, but that's up to you."

"If you want to hang on to him though, you're gonna have to change the way you think. Lots of couples do that stuff, even more. But it's your decision."

Louanne was confused. Was Debbie right? Was she wrong not to do those things for Rodger? She did love him. Or thought she did until today.

"Look," Debbie added, "this fight might just be the best thing for you two. Rodger has been taking you too much for granted anyways. You just avoid him the next several days and let him stew."

"He'll soon come to realize just how miserable he is without you. And probably he'll be feeling real sorry about how he treated you too. After he's suffered for a few days, you can see him again. I bet it will be better between you two after this."

"And if you follow a few suggestions from me, you have him eating outta your hands. Or even better, your pussy."

"God, you're terrible," Louanne laughed, despite how she felt. "Is that all you can think about?"

"Hey, don't knock it, girl. If you only knew what it feels like when you come like that. When my sweet Tommy is between my legs, I can't imagine there being anything better in the whole world."

"You really like the guy, huh?"

"Lou, I've never felt like this with anyone else. And like he says, it is more than just the sex stuff. I look at him, and my heart races. I feel him near me and I can't see anything else. And it hurts when he isn't near me. It hurts in here," she said, holding her hand to her chest.

"Oh, your boobs hurt?" Louanne teased."

"No! Damn you. My heart hurts. It's like something is missing. A part of me is gone. And I'm only whole when he's with me. Do I sound crazy?"

"Yeah. You're crazy, crazy in love. I'm so happy for you, Debbie. I only hope he isn't taking advantage of you."

"Oh, he couldn't do anything like that. I don't know how I know that, but I do. All I have to do is look into his eyes when he says he loves me, and know he does. Damn, I wish I was with him right now."

Louanne wondered why she didn't feel the same way about Rodger. Did she really love him? Or was she only going out with him because he was so popular.

She did feel good when she was with him. And she did miss him when he wasn't around. But she never felt like Debbie. Maybe people just felt love in different ways.

She wondered what Rodger was doing tonight. And how he would react when he didn't find her at home. Debbie was right. It would do him good not to see her for a few days.

"Fuck," Rodger swore. "Where the hell is the bitch?" He paced in front of her house. He had rung the bell, even banged on the damn door, but there had been no answer. "If she thinks she can play games with me," he thought.

Rodger took off to Dale's. Maybe it's time for a change. The cunt was becoming boring anyways. Fuck! Lately, she wouldn't even suck him off unless he made a big issue of it.

And this afternoon, she actually had the nerve to slap him. She should be thankful he didn't break her fucking arm. He didn't need that shit. There were lots of other girls who would be more than happy to go out with him. And a lot more willing, too.

Maybe that's what Lou needed, some competition, he reasoned. Maybe he should find someone else. Yeah, that was it. But who? He thought of several girls who had shown an interest in him.

Naw, they're no good. None of them had a rep for fooling around much. He wanted someone who he didn't have to play games with, someone who was easy.

Debbie! Now there was a cunt who was easy. Shit, he bet even weird Tom was getting some from her. And didn't Billy Jenkins brag how she'd do almost anything. Now that was what he was looking for.

But damn, she was Lou's best friend. She probably wouldn't go out with him because of that. He thought of her big tits and how he loved to sink his fingers into them. Shit, there had to be a way.

"If I could only get her alone. She'd be easy. A slut like her was always ready, just needed a little priming." And he was sure he'd have no trouble doing that. Even if he had to rough her up a bit.

Most cunts would do anything you wanted after you slapped them around a few times. And sometimes, he enjoyed that part the best. But how to get her alone? By the time he arrived at Dale's house, he had forgotten Louanne. All he could think about was what he and Debbie would do, once he thought of a way for them to get together.

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