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She'd found a scrap of paper he doodled on in class one day. One of the bullies had torn it from his notebook and thrown it into a bucket of mop water by the bathroom. Kara saw it laying on the floor later that afternoon and picked it up.

What she saw dazzled her. Not so much what was written — she barely understood a word of it — she was dazzled by her reaction. It hit her in the stomach first and then melted down into her privates, making her gooey wet and then it went up to her mind and she saw the colours. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

She re-read the paper until she'd memorized it, but she still didn't understand a word. She wanted to though; it became a hunger inside her. She knew it made perfect sense somehow, but she couldn't put all the pieces together. She was too stupid. Stupid, yes, but she stared at the page like it was a magic spell that could make her smart. She had to find the magician.

Arnold lay beneath her, a skinny little guy, more like a 14 year-old than a sixteen year-old, but his erection was hot and hard in her mouth, and she rotated a fingertip on her clit as she sucked on him.

"Please, Arn. Talk to me."

And he did, staring up at the stars, speaking between his little gasps and sighs.

"I wonder if the universe is just a big inside out disco ball. Look at all those stars. Scientists say space goes on forever and ever, but all there is is just a bunch of stars. Why isn't there lots of different kinds of things up there? Why just stars? And so I think maybe there is, but it's behind this wall of mirrors up there, and all those stars are just our own sun looking back at us, and sometimes, because they're reflections of reflections of reflections, as the light bounces back and forth between different mirrors, they seem to be further away, they seem bigger, smaller, closer, hotter, cooler, older, younger, but it's all just our own star, looking back at us."

Kara didn't get it, but his voice made her come with a rapturous moan; his ideas, his passion, his depth. She sucked harder, faster, stalling his words. He was beautiful in that moment and she wanted to drink him dry. She climaxed, pouring out wetness onto her fingers, shuddering and shaking, and almost screaming into his erection.

"And... and... I think beyond all those mirrors, is all sorts of things we never even imagined. It's not just a bunch of stars. It can't be! The universe has more imagination than that! It's not just... it's everything. But it's so far away, we'd never get there, even at the speed of light. Even if-"

She was going crazy on him. As the intensity of his words increased, so did she, and soon he was coming. She drank him, hoping that somehow she'd be smarter, more like him. She needed it. She hated feeling buried under blankets while everyone else got things. Tears dripped from her eyes. She sniffled.

Arnold gave her his come and she guzzled it down. He called out, whimpering, gasping, and then collapsed beneath her, spent.

"The universe," he said, "beyond that wall up there... it's you, Kara. That's all I can see. Just you."

And suddenly there was no more earth, no more ground, no more gravity, no more stars — just flashes of light and rainbows and upside down bowls of crystal clear waters that reflected everything, and vast swirls of wind that seemed to be made of pink and yellow light. They swallowed the rainbows and scattered them, and everything was beautiful.

That's why she loved him.

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