APAZ

My next-door neighbor arranged for me to hang some curtain rods and blinds at her house. Her husband never seemed to have the time or patience for this type of work I think that the dummy didn’t know how to read a ruler or a level. Well, anyway, it was work and the opportunity to spend a few hours with an attractive middle-aged lady.
Karen is about five foot five. She looks like she must have worked out when she was younger. She has noticeably wide shoulders for a woman, but with her nice wide hips, she has a sort of hourglass figure. Reasonable tits and a pleasant face make Karen a head turner. I’ve often ogled her over the back fence when she has been working in the back yard and they use their pool a lot in the summer. I can look into the pool area from the middle room in my house. Karen has a nice butt and good legs. I was looking forward to spending some time with her.
It started out with my taking her to the local K-Mart to buy the curtains and blinds. We got the curtain rods there also, but we made a stop at the Home Depot to get the hardware that I needed to mount all this stuff in the sheetrock walls. I like to use wallboard anchors for this sort of thing. Well, we got the stuff and brought it home. We put it in the garage and she sorted it out by room. She bought new blinds for the living room and dining room. She got new curtains and rods for all three bedrooms. Karen also picked up three sets of those little curtains that you put at the top of the window for the master bedroom. It looked like at least a full days work to me, maybe more. I promised to return the next morning and get an early start. I suggested eight o’clock, she negotiated nine. OK by me.
I arrived on time the next morning. This would be a pretty easy job since all my tools were within walking distance and I didn’t need to load anything into the truck. My wife Mary was staying home, but I was sure that she would not bother me while I was working. Before I left the house, Mary asked me when I wanted lunch, I said, “How about noon time?”
“OK, see you then,” she said.
I think that she went back to bed.
I knocked on Karen’s door and she opened it right away.
“Were you waiting for me?” I asked.
“No, not really, I was sitting here watching my morning programs when you arrived.”
Damn, I had hoped that she was “Waiting” for me. Oh well, down to business. Karen was wearing a pair of snug white shorts and a pale blue V-neck pullover blouse. The shorts weren’t too tight and the V-neck wasn’t too low cut. But, they got my attention. Karen asked if I would like a cup of tea before I got started, I accepted and we went into the kitchen. She poured tea from the teapot, we sat at the table and went over the list of things that I was going to do that day. When the tea was finished, I went out into the garage and started to bring in the blinds. One set went into the living room and the other into the dining room. I figured that I would leave the bedroom stuff until later, after we got to know each other a little better.
I went back to my garage and got my short ladder, my drill and driver, my rulers, level and hammer. I brought these tools back and quickly got to work. Karen took the old blinds from me as I took them down. She trashed them and generally hung around while I was working. She watched me as I measured and marked and actually looked interested as I mounted the hardware and put the new blinds into place. The living room and dining room took until close to lunchtime. I brought the curtain rods and remaining hardware into the bedrooms, put them on the beds and moved my tools into the back bedroom. I figured I would leave the master bedroom for last.
I went home and had lunch. I was now convinced that Mary went back to bed after I left earlier. She was obviously still a little groggy from her ‘nap’. Well, I would probably do the same if I had the chance. I finished my sandwich and Mary prepared for a strenuous afternoon of watching her soaps. I promised to be home in time for dinner at six and went back next-door. Karen was just finishing up a little lunch when I got back.
I went back to work and by two-thirty I was ready to do the master bedroom. I started on the right hand window. I put up the curtain rods. Karen said, “Is there anything that can be done to make those vent covers look a little better? ”
“Take them down and paint them,” I said. “They come off and you can spray paint them any color that you want.
I moved the ladder over and took off the vent cover that was above her dresser. I handed it down to her and came back down. Karen said that she liked this idea but she wanted to do all of the vents in the room. That meant the other two over by the bed and the one that had to be behind her dresser. I looked at the dresser and it was big, really big. From the way it pressed into the rug it was heavy, really heavy. I tried to hint that moving the dresser would be a big job but she said, “Not if we take the drawers out first.”
I couldn’t argue with this logic and anyway it was not yet three o’clock and I had time. So we started to remove the drawers and stack them on the bed. I got the chance to look into her underwear drawer and I saw the drawer with all her lacy nighties. Then, in the second drawer down on the left side, I spot a red rubber enema bag with a nice log coiled tube. It had a black plastic tip and was just lying there on top of the other stuff in the drawer. When Karen saw me standing there looking at the enema bag, she smiled and kept looking at my eyes. I couldn’t think of anything to say.
Karen took the drawer from me and placed it on top of the others on the bed. Then, she said, without turning around, “Sometimes I need to use that and sometimes I just like to use that.”
My heart was racing. I said, “I understand, that’s not a problem for me.”
She turned around again and gave me a big smile. I wasn’t sure if this was an invitation or not, but I felt a little daring. I said, “in fact, it’s one of the odd jobs that I do best”.
This seemed to get to her a little, and she said, “Well, if there’s time after the curtain rods, maybe you can do a little work on me. I already have all the tools.”
Now I was really going. My heart was racing and I’m sure that my breathing must have stopped or something. I could feel the woody growing in my pants and I was sure that Karen had already noticed it too. I said, “I would be very happy to accommodate you like that, at any time.”
We removed the remaining drawers without speaking. I slid the dresser away from the wall and removed the vent cover. I slid the dresser back into place and Karen was standing there with the bottom drawer. As we replaced the drawers I noticed that the enema bag was not in any of them. She must have moved it while I was taking off the vent cover. This was getting more and more exciting.
We finished with the dresser and I put the remaining curtain rods up. I was done just a few minutes before four o’clock. I gathered up my tools and put them in her garage, just inside the door. I figured that I could open the garage door, and take my tools home easier that way.
When I walked back in from the garage, Karen was standing in the kitchen. She was warming something in a small pan. I could see that it was water and there was a small bottle of olive oil on the counter. On the other counter was the enema bag along with a big jar of Vaseline. Wow, it was happening. I walked over to her and she kept stirring the water with a spoon. She put her finger into the pot and said, “just the right temperature.”
Karen picked up the enema bag and removed the stopper. She poured the contents of the pan into the bag and replaced the stopper. “Lets go,” was all she said.
I followed her into the bedroom. She hung the enema bag from a hook that was near the top of one of the bedposts. She picked up a big bath towel and spread it out on the bed. Then she took one of the pillows and put it on the towel. She did all this without saying a word.
When all appeared as she wanted it, Karen turned to me and said, “are you ready?”
“I sure am,” I replied. “What do you want me to do?”
“Well, I’d like you to give me the contents of that bag.” She said. “Then, if I need it, I would like you to be my stopper-upper so that I can hold it a while.”
I was about to pass out from a lack of blood to my brain. At this time, most of my blood had been diverted to my cock and the rest of me was feeling a little weak. I stood and watched as Karen slid down her shorts and panties. She lay on the bed with her tummy on the pillow. Her beautiful ass stuck up into the air and I wish had a camera.
She put her hands at her sides and said, “I’m ready.”
I picked up the jar of Vaseline and opened it. I put my finger into the jar and pulled out a bid wad. I reached down with my other hand and spread her cheeks until I could see her perfect little rosebud. I applied a generous dab of the Vaseline to her ass hole and worked it in a little with my finger. I then wiped the remainder onto the enema tip. When all appeared ready, I again spread her ass cheeks and slowly inserted the nozzle into her pucker. Karen let out a sigh.
I found the shut off and clicked it off. I could see the tube flex slightly as the warm water began to flow. Karen began to let out a low moan. I put my hand back down to hold the nozzle in place. When Karen felt my hand there, she lifter her butt a little and I could see under her better. I could see her vagina and her cunt lips. I slid my hand under her and quickly found her clit with my fingers. I began to massage her clit. As I did this, Karen’s moans became a little louder. She began to move her hips up and down and pumped against my hand and the pillow as the water flowed into her. We kept this up for a few minutes, then she started to come. She let out a loud “Ooooh” and began to move her hips with a lot of energy. She was coming and it lasted about a minute or so. When she was done, she closed her legs slightly and I took that as a hint to remove my hand.
“How much is left in the bag”? she asked.
I hefted the bag and it felt just about empty. “I think that you have it all in you,” I said.
“Good, now give me your stopper so that I can hold it for a while” she said.
I wasn’t sure, but I hoped that “My Stopper” meant my dick. I stood next to the bed and dropped my drawers. I picked up the Vaseline again and applied a generous amount to the head and shaft of my cock. I got on the bed behind her and put my hands on her hips. I lifted her up into a kneeling position and then took hold of the enema tube. I snapped the shut off closed and then slowly withdrew the tip from her ass. I quickly brought the head of my cock up against her ass hole and she started to push back against me. I had guessed right!
I had little trouble entering her butt. She had obviously done this before. Although I had done a few women in the chute before, this was the first time that one of them was ‘holding’ anything in there. Well, the warm water felt really great. It was a totally new sensation for me. I began to pump into her and she reciprocated and rocked back against me. After a few strokes, she started to lean forward and I followed her back down until she was again lying on the pillow. This was absolutely great. I took a few more strokes and exploded into her intestines. I came for what seemed like a very long time. It was great.
We lay there for only a few moments when Karen said, “well, I think it’s time to let this one go.” I withdrew and she got up and waddled into the bathroom. Women walk a funny sort of walk when they have an ass-full. Karen was carrying about a quart of warm water and olive oil and about another quart of my come. She looked a little like a penguin and she walked away from me.
I took the opportunity to put my pants back on. I straightened myself back up and walked back out into the living room. After a few minutes, Karen appeared wearing a robe. She walked up to me, kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you, I needed that.” I stammered a little, then replied, “I really enjoyed it too.” This was becoming an awkward moment. I wanted to leave and I think Karen wanted me to leave also. I told her that I had better be going and she nodded. I walked through the kitchen and out into the garage. I pushed the button to open the garage door. Karen waited in the kitchen so as not to be seen from the street.
I said, “I’d better be going.”
Karen again nodded, then said, “I’ll paint those covers over the weekend, maybe you can come back next week and help me put them back on?”
“Absolutely” I replied. “I would be glad to help you out, anytime.”
I picked up my tools and headed home. Mary was just finishing up making dinner and she said, “just in time, as usual.”
I agreed and went in to wash up for dinner. This was one of the first times that when I washed up for dinner it included my dick.
The next day, there was an envelope in our mailbox from Karen. It contained a check (Damn it!) and a short note thanking me for my work and my ‘attention to detail’. I really looked forward to putting those vent covers back on.

“Can you give me a hand?”
Turning, I met Laura Lee. She smiled at me, said she was new in town and asked if I would mind helping her move her stuff into her apartment.
She gestured towards an antiquated pick up truck where I was shocked to see an older man who was straight out of “The Hills Have Eyes” glaring at me. He elbowed his way from the truck and started tugging on the ropes that held the tarp in place, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Laura Lee”
“Yes Papa?”
“Never you mind”
“Mind what, Pappa!” Laura Lee spat back at him.
“Mind your manners child!” he said as he tossed the corner of the tarp skyward, all the while staring straight at me.
“What’s yer name boy” he asked.
“Uh, Randy, sir” I replied.
“Git your ass in gear, boy. I ain’t got all day.” he said as he started loosening the other side.
Instead of running from this wild man I decided to help him out and in doing so I met Laura Lee. She was 22 years old and was moving here to get a job as a waitress. She told me that times were tough where she came from and her father had finally agreed to let her help out, although he wasn’t happy about her leaving.
Laura Lee’s apartment turned out to be the one directly across from the one I shared with my mother. We had been alone for the last three years. My Father had died three days before my eighteenth birthday. Fucking cancer! I certainly missed him, missed him at my high school graduation, missed him when I dropped out of college, missed him when I got fired from my last job, but most of all, I just missed him.
Anyway, I have to tell you about Laura Lee. She is the best thing that has happened to me. I am very shy around girls but Laura Lee seemed to alleviate those fears. She was always talking to me and asking me to help her with things. More than once I caught myself peeking down her top or staring at her profile. Such sights caused the head of my cock to start pounding, making it throb and grow. More than once she caught me in a trance, staring at her, my dick beating in my pants.
Needless to say, she was the girl of my dreams. The way she smiled, the way she moved, the way her hair caressed the side of her face, I was totally enraptured with her.
The more I got to know her, the more time I spent with her. My mother treated her like the daughter she never had and Laura Lee spent as many hours in our place as I spent in hers. All in all, I was a happy guy, spending lots of time in her company.
She always wore loose fitting T-shirts and short cutoff jeans when she was at home, giving me ample opportunity to sneak the occasional peek down her top. I swear I saw her belly button more than once during those moments of bliss.
I soon came to realize that Laura Lee was a cockteaser! I wasn’t sure if she knew it but she was sure teasing me. Her nipples transfixed me, her crotch made my cock swell in my pants. She seemed to understand this and flaunted her body every chance she got.
I’ll never forget the time when she was eating over at our place and her foot brushed against mine under the table. I couldn’t believe it when she started to move her foot up my leg as she stared straight into my eyes. She looked at me and winked as her wandering foot stroked the inside of my thigh. My cock was pounding in my underwear as her foot approached my groin. The moment was shattered as my mother returned to the kitchen. For some reason she smiled at Laura Lee as the tantalizing foot receded.
The next day was even better. I was helping Laura Lee re-arrange her living room. It was a hot day and her T-shirt was clinging to her chest. It was quite obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples pressed against the thin material. My shorts betrayed me, revealing my excitement.
Laura Lee seemed to be curiously oblivious of the effect she was having on me. More than once she brushed against me as we moved the furniture about, never appearing to notice when my erection happened to press against her. When we were finished she said that she was going to take a bath to cool down. I politely said that I should leave but she asked me to stay and wash her back.
As I entered the bathroom she was already in the tub gesturing for me to come in. I froze, staring at her nakedness. She giggled and asked me what was wrong. I just stood there and stared as she soaped her legs, her flashing arms affording me the odd glimpse of her nipples.
“Don’t be shy” she said staring straight at my crotch which was keeping time with my rapidly beating heart.
Without saying a word I quickly stripped off my clothes. Laura Lee didn’t seem to mind so I boldly stepped forward and started washing her back. My dick was pounding, I was so excited.
Here I was, naked and rubbing the back of the most gorgeous girl that I had ever laid eyes on. My hands trembled as they caressed her skin, the more I massaged her, the harder I became. She arched her spine as my nervous fingers traced down her back, presenting me with a beautiful view of her ample breasts. The sight of her nipples made my dick throb, again and again. I longed to caress them, suck on them.
“… so will you do that?”
“Huh” I said.
“I asked you if you wanted to get in the tub with me.”
I was in the tub before you can say ‘Bob’s your uncle’. Laura Lee spun around so her back was against me. She parted my legs and pressed her body against mine, trapping my throbbing erection between us.
“Wash my breasts” She breathed as she rested her head on my left shoulder.
With the soap in my right hand I lathered her magnificent breasts. My left hand followed my right, ensuring that she was well soaped up. I thought I was going to cum as she wiggled her back against me. Seconds before that occurred she pushed away from me.

Turning, she told me to stand up. It was all I could do to keep from blowing my load as her soap covered breasts approached my straining member. She seemed to sense this and stopped, her erect nipple lightly pressing against my cock, causing it to jump away then back again slapping at her breast. She licked her lips and started rubbing her nipple up and down my shaft. I spasmed, out of control. Without warning she stopped and stared into my eyes. Twisting her shoulders, she continued her assault with her other nipple. My legs started to shake as she toyed with me. First it was her left nipple, then her right, then her left. I couldn’t keep track anymore. She was driving me nuts!
Suddenly I was in heaven. Her slippery breasts surrounded my aching cock and I went into overdrive. I started bucking my hips as rapidly as I could. I was in heaven.
Suddenly, Laura Lee moved back, breaking all contact. I groaned as my dick pulsated uselessly in the air. Looking down I saw semen mixed with the pre-cum oozing from my cock.
“Don’t stop,” I begged her.
She just laughed and asked me if I would do something for her.
By this time I was ready to do anything she said.
Smiling the sexiest smile I have ever seen in my life she asked me if I would help her host a party. Apparently she was inviting some of her friends over to her place that weekend and she wanted help serving food and cleaning up.
“No problem” I said, mentally noting that I would be alone that weekend as my mother was going to be out of town, visiting her sister.
“Thanks” She said giving me a big hug, sandwiching my aching boner between her breasts. She nudged the back of my knees and I sat down in the soapy water. She slid her legs over mine and locked her ankles behind me. It felt so good. Once again my dick started throbbing as it pressed into her stomach. I grunted and started moving back and forth against her. I could feel the most intense orgasm of my life beginning. Two or three more seconds of this and I was going to burst.
All of a sudden Laura Lee backed off and pulled the plug. I groaned in agony as my orgasm was denied once again. Laura Lee’s eyes were riveted to my cock as it poked through the bubbles. Her eyes grew bigger as she watched it twitch, beating at the bubbles as they swirled down the drain. Standing up she handed me a towel and asked me to dry her. I eagerly complied, gently rubbing her back with the thick towel. She ensured that I stayed harder than a rock, taking every opportunity to brush against me while I toweled her down. When she was dry she turned to me and said she was still wet. I asked her what she meant and she pointed to her crotch.
“Eat me” she panted.
I had never done that, never! My inadequacy was soon apparent but that didn’t stop Laura Lee. She grabbed my protruding member and led me into her bedroom. She laid back and spread her legs. I crawled towards her and started to suck hungrily on her exposed sex.
“Slow down” she urged.
“Kiss me here” she panted guiding my mouth with her fingers.
“Gently now” she moaned.
“Use your tongue, lick it like an ice cream cone, yes, that’s the way” she encouraged me.
I tried my best to give her what she wanted. Whenever I got a little rambunctious she slowed me down. She taught me how to please a woman with my lips and tongue during the next two hours. The more I learned the hornier I got. For what seemed like the twentieth time she bucked against my face.
Grabbing my hair she pulled me from her heat and kissed me for the first time. Her fingers found my stiffness and started squeezing. Time and time again she squeezed causing me to expand like never before. Just when I thought I was going to explode she stopped and started playing with my nipples. I grunted as she fingered them until they were as hard as my cock. I couldn’t believe the pleasure I was feeling, it was as if my nipples were in direct contact with my cock. The more she teased them, the more my cock twitched. I couldn’t stop it from happening, it was like I was cumming but I wasn’t.
Laura Lee suddenly took a great interest with the pre-cum oozing out of my cock. With a mischievous grin she started to spread it around on the head of my cock. In less than a second it jerked away from the tip of her finger.
“Don’t you want me to touch it” she giggled as it jerked back and forth.
“Y-yes” I managed to gasp, as her finger kept lightly touching it, causing it to dance.
“Stop twitching then. Can you do that?”
“I, I, I” was all I could say as she started lightly rubbing the tip with her palm. I was in ecstasy and couldn’t control myself as her hand twirled around and around. I was beyond comprehension when the buzzer rang. Without hesitation, Laura Lee stopped and told me to hide in the closet. I watched as she rolled of the bed and quickly threw on her shorts and T-shirt.
“Hi Laura Lee, how are you?”
‘It was my mother’ I realized as I hid in the closet.
‘What was she doing here?’ my mind raced as I pictured her catching me, naked and with a raging hard-on, in Lara Lee’s closet. Their voices got closer and I heard Laura Lee telling her that I was helping her fix the bar inside her bedroom closet. I panicked and tried to hide behind some of the hanging clothes.
“Randy, are you in here” my mother inquired as the closet door swung open.
“What the hell???”
I was caught, buck naked, my cock staring at the ceiling.
“Randy! What do you think your doing!” My mother shrieked as her right hand covered her mouth.
“I, I, I…”
Embarrassed and ashamed I bolted, running from Laura Lee’s bedroom into my own. I didn’t care if someone saw me running naked through the hallway.
‘This can’t be happening’ I thought as I heard my mother knocking on my bedroom door.
“Go away!” I shouted.
“Randy, we have to talk”
The next afternoon my mother kissed me on the cheek and waved goodbye as she backed her car out of her parking spot. She was off, going to visit my aunt and she wouldn’t be back until Monday night. As I was heading back inside I looked up and saw Laura Lee waving at my mother’s car. She then looked down and gestured at me, pointing to the inside of her apartment. Within minutes I was knocking on her door and was greeted by a smile that I’ll never forget.
Laura Lee asked me if I was still willing to help her with her party that weekend. I didn’t have to be asked twice. That weekend was amazing and forever changed my life.
Needless to say I was introduced to sex, sex and more sex; but that is another story…

Alex locked the door of her dorm room and went over to her roommates bed. Lacie had gone Christmas shopping at the outlet mall which meant, between driving and shopping, she would be gone for hours. Alex had declined Lacie’s invitation earlier in the day to go along and had been anxiously looking forward to going through Lacie’s toy drawer.
She opened Lacie’s drawer quietly even though no one was around to hear it slide along the cheap Ikea tracks. Alex ran her fingers over Lacie’s toys cautiously and found herself imagining Lacie playing with them. Lately, Alex had found herself more and more distracted by Lacie.
Lacie had luminous blue eyes set perfectly in a china doll face and dyed her long hair a shocking blue black. Weirdly, on Lacie it looked almost natural. She usually wandered around campus and the dorm in snug sweaters and low cut jeans. Since they had been thrown together as roommates, Alex had more than once found herself glancing at the curve of Laci’s stomach which frequently peeked out from between the top of her jeans and the bottom of her sweater.
Alex had grown more self-conscious after she’d started dreaming of Lacie. The dream was always the same. Both naked, Lacie’s soft body pressed against Alex’s lean one, their skin rubbing together without any release. On a good night, the dream would last long enough for Alex to dip her fingers between Lacie’s thighs and hear her soft moans.
Alex reached deeper into the drawer and pulled out a thick, glass dong. Alex never would have bought something like this but the cold thickness felt tempting against her palm. Thinking how Lacie may have fucked herself with it was making her wet.
Alex pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her tiny sports bra getting a quick chill from the draft of the window. Alex was tall and very thin with short blond hair and deep brown eyes. She forced herself now to sit without her shirt on half wishing that Lacie had forgotten something and would walk back in. Find her there in just her jeans, her nipples stiff and holding the thick glass toy. Alex couldn’t remember a time when she’d been even partially undressed in front of her roommate while Lacie thought nothing of walking around in her panties after showering. Consequently, Alex had spent many mornings before class fighting the urge to stare at Laci’s milky skin and small rosebud nipples.
One night, after Lacie had returned from the showers, Alex lay on her side and pretended to be asleep so she could watch Lacie without averting her eyes. Lacie surprised her by dropping her robe to the floor. Alex let her barely opened eyes linger over Lacie’s curves and stopped at the small, dark landing strip carved out at the cleft of her pussy. Lacie turned away from Alex and toward her own bed and as Alex was staring at her bottom, Lacie raised her knee up onto the bed and reached for her nightshirt. During that one brief second Alex got a perfect view of Lacie’s full pink lips and the moist unknown slit between them. Alex waited that night until she heard Lacie’s breathing become deep and regular and fingered her own pussy. She imagined how Lacie’s pussy would feel under her fingers as she moved lightly over her own clit, slowly opening her lips and making herself cum thinking of making Lacie cum the whole time.
As Alex was struggling with her attraction to Lacie, they became good friends. Lacie had shared things with Alex that none of her other friends ever had. Lacie was very specific about sex and would tell Alex how Eric liked to fuck her, how in the past couple months he’d become very dominant. Alex knew that Eric had used nipple clamps and dildos on Lacie. Alex had been surprised when Lacie told her that Eric recently bought her a butt plug. Sometimes Alex didn’t know if she should believe all the things Lacie told her but as she sat in front of the open drawer she saw a rabbit vibrator, another smaller dildo, a bullet vibrator, nipple clamps chained together, and there, way in the back of the drawer, a thick green butt plug. Alex had felt her skin grow hot and flushed knowing that all of these had been in and on Lacie. She may never get to use the toys with Lacie but sharing them, however secretively, would be the next best thing.
She sat now on Lacie’s bed with only the blue Christmas lights strung around their window twinkling in the dark room. She leaned over put a CD in the clock radio they shared and turn it up rather loud. She didn’t want anyone hearing her moaning once she got started. She stood up now to remove her jeans. She stood between their beds in just her lowcut panties. Alex thought of Lacie’s tits again as she ran her hand over her own small bumps. Alex’s nipples were larger than Lacie’s and a more golden color and the small swells under her nipples really didn’t need a bra. Her waist did not cut in the way Lacie’s did and her hips were narrow. Her stomach was flat not having have the soft swell that Lacie’s did but rather sinking inward between her hipbones. Alex thought again how the lushness of Lacie’s body had attracted her.
She lay back on Lacie’s bed and picked up the glass dong. She ran it through her hands and thought about how many times the hard toy had split Lacie’s ripe peach. She took it in her mouth and sucked on it slowly, hoping in vain to get a taste of Lacie. Alex opened her legs and slid the toy under her panties over her own wet slit. Her pussy lips were not as full as Lacie’s and the glass was slick with her wetness immediately. She slowly pushed the thick cold glass into the heat between her legs. It was big and she gasped a little with the initial push. Alex took a deep breath and pushed deeper letting out a moan. She kept pushing until the glass was mostly buried in her pussy. She pulled the crotch of her panties over the toy and to help keep it from slipping out of her tight hole. Alex started running her finger tips softly over her own nipples feeling the shock waves move into her as her pussy clamped harder on the toy. The music was loud enough to drown out the usual dorm sounds and she lost herself in the pulsing of her pussy around the dong as she teased her nipples.
*****
Eric walked down the hall carrying a large Christmas bag. He knew Lacie and Alex were out shopping and he was going to surprise them when they got home with drinks and hopefully more. He loved spending time with Alex and Lacie together. Alex’s hard little body had made Eric hard himself more than a few times. One night, after way too many tequila shooters, Eric had confessed to Lacie that he thought Alex was hot. He couldn’t have been more surprised when Lacie told him that she had been hoping to see Alex naked for weeks but the girl was so damned modest she couldn’t even get a look at her tits. She told Eric how she’d taken to walking around the dorm in panties hoping that Alex would loosen up without any luck. They both had a good laugh and Lacie had jokingly told Eric that Alex would make a great Christmas gift.
As Eric approached the door, he heard the music and assumed they’d left it so people would think they were in the room. God, it was bit loud though. He tried the knob and found it locked. They were out. He inserted his key and opened the door. Alex didn’t hear the door open. Eric was surprised to see what, at first, he thought was Lacie laying in her bed masturbating. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the dim light and realize it was Alex. He locked the door quietly behind him and watched. Alex, eyes closed and hips writhing while her slim boyish fingers massaged and toyed with her own tiny tits. He quickly took his cell phone and quietly sent a text – “Lacie, I think your Christmas wish is about to come true. Get your ass back to the dorm.”
Eric set his bag quietly on the floor and unzipped his pants releasing his increasingly stiff cock. He stood touching himself when the beep on his cell phone surprised Alex and her eyes flew wide open. He glanced quickly at the text from Lacie on his phone - “I’m on my way.”
Alex couldn’t get any words out of her mouth but she managed to grab for the covers while wondering how she was going to get Lacie’s toy out of her pussy and turning 12 shades of purple with embarrassment.
“Hi Alex”, Eric’s voice was low and rough, “just what do you think your doing going through Lacie’s drawers?” He saw the nightstand drawer half opened, walked over and pulled it opened the rest of the way. “I don’t think you should cover up.” He said smiling as he reached a hand over and quickly pulled the covers back off of Alex. “If you want to keep this a secret from Lacie, I think you should show me what you were doing.”
Alex was painfully embarrassed and wildly turned on. She was laying on her back in front of him with her knees pressed together and her hands over her tits. He sat on the edge of the bed, cock still out, and began massaging it just inches from her face. He reached over and pried her hands off of her chest.
She was trembling so he waited. She could have left and or told him to leave, but she didn’t.
“You have the tiniest little tits don’t you?” He brushed his thumbs over the tips and watched her shudder. She felt his hand run down the front of her stomach and over the top of her panties. Knowingly he cupped his hand between her legs and felt the hard knob of the dong sticking out of her hole and pressed it in tightly. He liked watching her struggle with how turned on she was. “You need to get fucked, don’t you?”
Alex whimpered in response. She wanted to pull the covers over herself and hide and she wanted him to rip her panties off and fuck her.
His hand, still over her panties, tapped rhythmically at the end of the dildo, making her moan involuntarily. With his other hand still over her panties he teased her clit. “It’s up to you Alex, just tell me what you want.” He felt her clit swelling beneath her thin panties and firmly pushed the dildo in as hard as he could.
Alex cried out, “Fuck me! Please fuck me!”
Eric smiled and opened the bottom drawer, slid his hand under the clothes and pulled out a long length of silk rope. He took Alex’s hands and tied them together securely at one end of the rope. He secured the other end of the rope to the hook that Lacie kept at the side of her bed for her robe.
Alex’s eyes were wide as Eric went to her hips and pulled her panties down. “Spread your legs”, he ordered. She didn’t move.
Eric’s voice grew quieter. “Alex, spread your legs for me.” She moved them apart slightly.
Eric grabbed one of her calves and threw it to the side opening her legs wide. “Now bend your knees.” She didn’t move.
Eric pulled the nipple clamps out of the drawer and let them dangle over Alex. “Alex, this will be much easier if you just do as I say.” He attached one clamp to Alex’s left nipple and tightened it.
She moaned deeply. “It hurts”, she whispered.
“Yes Alex, I know it hurts a little”. He reached down and attached the right nipple clamp and admired his work. The clamps squeezed at the base of her nipples and were making the tips grow a deep red. “Now bend your knees”. Her knees bent quickly.
The sight of her swollen clit sticking out from the top of her slit and the wet glass dong made his cock drip with pre-cum. Eric took the time to take his own clothes off as Alex watched. He stood between her legs and thought about stuffing his cock up her tight pussy. “You want my cock?”
She nodded. Her nipples were burning and her cunt was vainly milking the dildo.
Eric went to her face and pressed his cock to her mouth but she wiggled against him, she wanted him in her pussy. Eric was not ready for that. He reached down and tightened the clamps and again offered his cock to her wet little mouth. She opened and let him fuck her mouth.
Eric reached down with one finger and very gently started brushing the tip of Alex’s throbbing nipple. He could feel her load moans vibrating against his cock as he fucked her mouth. She was sucking hungrily now at his cock and with a forceful thrust he shot his cum deeply into the back of her throat.
Eric took off one nipple clamp and Alex’s pain became instantly searing. He smiled and took her tight little bud in his mouth and sucked hungrily. Alex’s writhing became more intense as the wetness of his tongue soothed her tit yet made the throbbing continue. He repeated this action on her other nipple.
He looked at her very gently and asked if she was ok. She nodded and thought with relief that he was going to untie her now. Instead he slid one of his fingers into her mouth, rubbed it over her tongue, wetting it, then moved it to gently rub her swollen clit. Each time his finger started to get dry, he would dip his finger back into her mouth, making her taste herself. “You like that?”, he asked.
She moaned and he took his finger away completely.
“Ask me to rub your clit Alex.”
She thrashed wanting to do it herself and not have to ask but she was tied too tightly. “Please play with my clit”, she cried quietly.
Eric took her clit lightly between two fingers and slowly jacked it up and down. When Alex’s back started to arch and he took his other hand and spread her cunt wide and moved his finger just under her clit tickling it from underneath. Alex’s body started to shake while Eric continued gently stroking and watching. A loud groan escaped her and the glass dildo was pushed from her spasming cunt as, hips bucking, Eric drove Alex through orgasm after orgasm.
Before she had time to think he had slid his arms under her and flipped her body over. Eric slapped her ass. “Get on your knees.”
She leaned forward on her elbows, hands still tied, and pushed up onto her knees. Eric shoved her knees wider apart and began working lube over her puckered back door. She whined incoherently as Eric slipped his thumb up her ass. Alex moaned and moaned as he stretched open her back door with 2 than 3 fingers.
Alex saw him pull the butt plug from the drawer and her breathing went shallow. Her mind was spinning with how much she wanted it and how humiliated she was to have something shoved up her ass. Eric generously applied lube to the plug and began slowly pushing it up her ass. As he got to the widest part he told Alex to take a deep breath. She did and when she breathed out, he pushed the plug firmly and quickly into her ass.
Alex couldn’t believe she was there, ass in the air, pussy exposed with a plug up her ass. Eric slapped her ass hard and she felt the vibrations in her clit. “Guess what Alex? Lacie should be here any minute.”
Alex quickly started struggling with the rope. Eric watched, amused, and told her how much Lacie wanted to lick every inch of her body. He told Alex how Lacie had been thinking about her tight little body for months.
Alex was exhausting herself in the struggle to get untied but her glistening pussy and plugged ass told what she really wanted. Eric confessed that he had actually hoped to seduce Alex into being Lacie’s Christmas gift.
Alex had fallen onto her stomach now, legs slightly opened to accommodate the plug that had been shoved into her ass. Alex didn’t want Lacie to see her like this but was turned on again thinking about actually being able to touch Lacie, feel the weight of her soft tits, bury her fingers in the velvety thickness of her pussy.
Eric went to the gift bag he had brought with him and pulled out a big red bow. He removed the backing and stuck the bow right at the bass of Alex’s spine highlighting her ass. Alex was humiliated and fought back tears. She was going to be Lacie’s gift but not in a way she had ever imagined. The reality of it had her breathless and her mind was spinning.
Eric pulled her thighs apart and pushed the glass dong deeply up her pussy. Alex was being double penetrated for the first time and any hope for rational thought was gone. The heel of his hand held the thick glass in her pussy while his thumb held the plug tight in her ass. “Alex, you are going to want this again and again.” With his free hand he slapped her bottom until it was red and hot.
Then Eric slid his fingers up and down her slit and watched as she pushed back involuntarily against the dildo and plug. Her body was weak from cumming and this time she felt the twisting start in the base of her stomach and move slowly and deeply down to her pussy and up to her tits. She felt like every ounce of life was being achingly squeezed out of her as she came from her core to the tips of her toes.
“We are going to make you cum til you pass out Alex.” Eric’s voice was going rough again as his cock was ready for round two.
*****

Making the arrangements had been…nerve racking. Both of us had so many reservations yet, at the same time, so many reasons to go ahead. Two years of emails and phone conversations and some chaste webcamming had lead to this — we were finally going to meet. A stolen weekend where, unknown to her, I was going to make as many of her fantasies come true as possible.
As befitted our preferred roles I set the agenda. Separate flights to London had been booked, mine arriving before yours and a luxurious hotel room reserved. I gave you a detailed list of what to bring, what to wear on the plane. But when it came down to it I sat on my bed in that hotel room shaking with excitement and nerves, waiting for you to arrive. I hoped that this tension would not show — how unbecoming of a Dom to show such lack of control — the very control I was trying to impose from the start by having you come to me.
Almost exactly on time I hear the hesitant knock on my door. I am not sure I could have coped if you had been late. With a huge effort of will I stand slowly and take a deep breath to slow my hammering heart. As I take the handle and open the door, time seems to slow, all my senses seem to become sharper — I want this first sight to stay in my memory, so I wouldn’t ever forget how you look the first time we meet for real.
The first thing that hits me is that smile. It dazzles even more than it ever did on webcam. But I can see the tension in the smile, the nervousness. Your smile slipped a little, your teeth biting your lower lip as I study you; speechless.
At this moment I think about an issue we have never talked about when discussing this meeting. As much as we have talked about our fantasies, the kinky things we like to do, we have also talked about the need for warmth and humanity. Not to put too finer point on it that we both want some ‘nilla’ — even (the Gods of BDSM block your ears) some cuddles. I find myself thinking about how to balance these two things as I take your wrist, almost without my own volition, and draw you into the room.
As the door clicks shut I feel my cock start to harden as I think about the fun we are going to have walking that particular tight rope.
I watch you as you stand in the middle room and can see you shaking with….what? Fear? Lust? I also see that you are about to speak so I raise a finger to me lips.
‘Hush!’ I tell you. ‘Say nothing, do nothing, until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?’ I wait until I see a tremulous nod and suppress at shiver of excitement — and a smile — when you give me your first, tiny, submission; the first of many I am looking forward to.
I take your bag from your hand and drop it on the bed, then I stand and survey you, admiring the outfit you have chosen, admiring the luscious curves revealed by the tight fitting skirt and jacket. I circle behind you and see your trembling increase. I place my hands on your shoulders and grasp the jacket. Understanding what I want, in an excitingly intuitive way, you dip your shoulders so I can slip the jacket off before tossing it on the floor. I lean into you, inhaling your intoxicating scent — a mixture of Chanel #19 and excitement.
As you feel my breath on the back of your neck I see goose bumps ripple across your shoulders. I kiss the back of your neck then gently blow onto your wet skin. I hear you make an arousing, barely human sort of mewling noise. I lean back, my senses almost too full of you. I unbutton your skirt at the back and slide down the zip. The skirt slips over your hips and drops around your ankles.
‘Step out of it.’ I order, trying to keep the tell-tale rasp of lust out of my voice. When you have obeyed I kick the discarded piece of clothing away and take a step back, to get a better view of your lovely arse — the focus of many of my thoughts over the past weeks and even months.
All I want to do is grab those enticing globes, then reach between them to the centre of your womanhood. But I know that patience, that the delay, the tease; will make for heightened enjoyment for us both. I know that you must find it almost intolerable, in several senses, to have me standing behind you, watching you; not knowing what I am thinking, not knowing what I am going to do.
After a good minute I bend quietly and place a finger tip on the seam of your stocking, just above your ankle. Slowly, using the seam as a guide, I move my finger up the back of your calf. I hear you start to make a low, almost imperceptible sigh; which grows slightly higher in pitch as I move upwards. Across the back of your knee and up your thigh, I slow as I reach the stocking top; near the claps of the suspender belt. I can feel the shaking in your leg as I pass over the last of the silk and touch the bare flesh of your upper thigh. Ever more slowly you feel the touch of my finger move towards the cleft of your buttocks. Then your sigh turns into a moan of frustration as I change direction and trace the contours of one buttock, moving towards your hip before tracking sideways and lingering over the hollow at the base of your spine. I kiss you there, then lick, leaving moisture across the tiny, downy hairs. A second for the cooling feeling to make you tingle before my breath warms the same spot, producing another — different tingle.
I straighten up, then force myself to take another teasing pause, before moving round in front of you. Your eyes are downcast and your face is flushed. You stand, shaking, as if awaiting some terrible verdict. I take your chin in my hand and raise your face until you meet my gaze.
‘You are very lovely k. I am thrilled that you have offered yourself to me in this way, that I will have someone as delightful as you for my sub — even if only for a weekend.’ I see your happy response to my words and release your chin, stroking your cheek with the back of my hand.
‘Now I want you to take of your blouse.’ I say before turning to sit in one of the room’s chairs. Causally I take up a glass from a nearby table and pour bourbon onto ice, before adding Coke as I wait for you to comply — for all the world like someone about to watch a TV show. I see the sudden switch from tenderness to dominant control have the desired effect, putting you off balance and reinforcing in your mind the degree of control I have over you. (I doubt it would have worked so well if you knew how long I had spent nervously moving the chair — then moving it again, and again — until it was in just the right place - whilst excitedly imagining you standing before me.)
I wait, wordlessly for you to obey, watching you with face still downcast, not meeting my gaze. It takes so long that I begin to wonder if you are about to snatch your skirt and flee from the room. Then, with shaky hands, you begin to fumble with the buttons and I feel a little tension leave my body. Or leave some parts of my body and perhaps transfer to others. I try to show no signs of impatience as you go about undressing for me, making no offer to help. Eventually the blouse falls from your shoulders and I see a little more of the feminine glory of k. The basque is a triumph of the lingerie maker’s art. But the breasts it (barely) contains are a triumph of nature. The lace trimmed cups kiss the underside of your nipples, revealing how hard they are. Your rapid breathing makes those lush hemispheres heave in their flimsy restraint. I am lost for words and take a sip of my drink to give myself a chance to regain my composure
As taken as I am with this view my eyes are drawn to the vee at the top of your thighs. I motion you forward to get a better view. Your freshly waxed pussy is revealed by the crotchless knickers I had delivered to you — and ordered you to wear.
‘That is the sexiest sight I have ever seen.’ I tell you. ‘Do you know why I wanted you to wear those knickers?’
I wait till I see you shake your head.
‘Because you once told me that wearing knickers like that, “wasn’t you”. But I don’t want you to be you this weekend. I want your exposed cunt to remind you every second that you are something different now, if only for short time.’ I pause to let the words sink in.
‘How did wearing them make you feel? I ask. ‘Tell me honestly.’
It takes a second for you to find your voice, having been given permission to speak. ‘They made me feel conscious of you.’ you answer in a low voice, without looking at me. ‘Made me aware that I was doing something special for you, which I loved.’ Then you add, in a rush. ‘But they also made me feel……..cheap………..like a…a’
You trail away, so I finish for you. ‘Made you feel like a hussy?’
I see you nod.
‘But in a good way?’ I quiz, with a smile
You look at me, expressionless for a second and then that smile flashes across your face before you burst into a full-throated, natural laugh. I join in and feel a strand of restricting tension fall away from between us.
As enjoyable as that release is I feel the need to pull you back to the matter at hand.
With my smile put away (for later) I order. ‘Make your nipples hard k, or make them harder. Pinch them, lick them, twist them. I want to see you suffer a little now.’ (’Then a lot more later.’ I think to myself)
I see a little flash of fear in your eyes - and need. I watch your hands move to the glorious globes contained in your basque, then pull down the lace to fully reveal your nipples to me. I want to take them in my mouth, to suck them, to bite them, to taste you. But I restrain myself and watch. You take your nipples between thumb and forefinger and follow my orders. You gasp as you twist those hard buttons, and then pull them away from your body, stretching your tits out. Your eyes close and the tip of your tongue protrudes as you squeeze on your tender extremities, knowing want I want to see. Then you recall my instructions and cup once breast with both hands and raise it at the same time a lowering your head to suck on your own nipple.
‘Bite it!’ I hiss - and hear you moan as you comply.
‘Stop’. I order and see you raise your head to glance at me.
‘I want you to tell me k, tell me what I want to hear.’ You drop your gaze from mine, your cheeks flushing pink. You know what I want to hear, emails have been exchanged detailing what I want you to say, to offer.
You take a deep breath, almost a shudder, and begin; hesitantly at first. ‘I…..I….am giving myself to you…..Sir’ (I shiver inwardly as I hear this delicious appellation for the first time from you.) ‘…….for this weekend, to do with as you will. I will do as you order……obey you in everything you ask and do my best to please you.’ You release another heaving sigh.
‘What do you think I want to do to you k?’ I ask, barely daring to breathe.
‘You want to fuck me…..Sir’. Once again you dare a glance at my face, and see me nod.
‘Where and how will I fuck you k?’
Your eyes drop and you pause, caught in a strange contradiction, screwing up your courage to surrender.
‘Where ever and however you want Sir’ you answer, almost in a whisper.
I raise my voice slightly as if to compensate for your quietness, in order to draw out the words I want to hear.
‘Tell me k!’
‘You can fuck my mouth Sir’ you answer in a rush, louder now. ‘Then cum on my face if you wish. Or in my mouth because I want to taste you, to swallow your c….c….cum. My cunt is wet for you and I want to feel your cock in it…in my wet cunt. I will spread my legs for you when ever you feel the need to use me. I will suck and fuck you……….or anyone you give me to Sir’ You pause, before continuing.
‘And of course you can fuck my arse Sir. You know how long I have fantasised about feeling your hard cock in my tight arse.’
My heart is thumping with excitement and my throat feels constricted.
‘And you want me to do all this to you k?’
You nod
‘Why?’
Once again you raise your flushed face to mine. ‘Because I want to be a slut Sir, …….your slut
I can see the desire, the lust, rising in you - signalled to me by your eyes, bright with the fire of passion, fanned by the declaration of your total submission to me.
‘What do you think I want to do to you k?
I can see that you are taken off-guard by the repetition of my question. Not knowing what is expected you can only shake your head.
‘You said you want to “please me”. And I want to please you k. I want to make your fantasies come true.’
You stand stock still, mouth slightly open, still staring straight at me. My heart is still beating hard enough that I think you should be able to hear it.
This is so intense, so soon — and we have only just started.

On hearing her father’s footfalls exiting the room and the door closing behind him she let her head again sag onto the burgundy duvet. Still everything seemed much louder than it should have been and time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. It took a moment for her nostrils to detect the sharp stench of urine and she finally realized what her father had done. She had almost forgotten that his guard was still in the room until she heard the high keening of his zipper being reengaged.
Her mouth was opened and she pushed out more of slimy semen-spittle onto the bed. There was more rustling of the man moving around her and then she felt herself lifted from the bed. It was a mess of fluids in an odd pattern and Charlotte couldn’t help but snort that someone was going to have to clean that. “Alright there, pretty girl,” he cooed to her as he carried her clumsily to the bathroom. Not wanting to be soiled with his employer’s excrements, he tried hard to stand back from her while he moved her to the doorway of the bathroom.
Unlike her father’s bedroom, the bathroom was all white. White towels, white marble sinks and of course the white claw-foot bath tub. It was blinding to the newly conscious. Charlotte’s legs gave way beneath her under the force of the light and though she didn’t remember eating recently, whatever she’d had came back up in an acidic spew all over the white marble tile. The bodyguard, Sean, dropped her unceremoniously as her body shook with heaves. He left her in her own sick as he moved to the tub and twisted the white porcelain taps.
****
Osiric had made his way down the stairs and waiting for him in the dining room was a brandy. He looked up at the time and it was about time for dinner. Perhaps after Sean got Charlotte clean and found out what she wanted they could have a nice meal together. He hadn’t seen her in at least a month now. Maybe he could find out what she was up to. He knew from some inside information from Thomas’ law firm that all negotiations and talks had ceased. The paperwork takeover had died in the water as Thomas had gone missing as well.
He’d wondered what had caused the stop, investigators had watched his apartment, but only Charlotte and his undead son were there. No word from Barnabas either. He would have worried, but things were going his way. If anything were to threaten him, he’d know about it. But down in the pit of his stomach he had missed his twisted little family. He had felt so alone and detached. He was paranoid and suspicious, so he’d sent investigators, but part of him almost hoped that they were in some sort of trouble that he could bail them out of. That he would have them back under his roof. In his most desperate moments, he actually promised himself to be a good father if he ever got them back again. Sadly, his resolve was short lived when he saw his daughter again.
When the housekeeper Ninevah came in he told her that he thought there would be two for dinner and she went back to make preparations. He swirled his brandy in his snifter and sighed a little. He sipped at it as he looked out of the window. The trees were shedding their leaves now. He had barely noticed the nagging chill in the air. But there it was. Fall was upon them all. The wind seemed to pick up a bit and the trees bent in the breeze. He jolted back as a raven smashed into the window.
As his hand jerked, a few drops of the brandy spilt out onto the white dining cloth and he shakily set the glass back down. There was something eerily deja vu about the scene now. He pulled out a fresh cigar but merely chewed on it for a moment. Then he recalled what had startled him in the first place and he stood up and walked to the window. He looked down outside of it and saw the small, crumpled lump of black feathers. His hand reached up to the residual imprint of the bird on the window and he traced over it gently. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the crumpled bird when he looked down at it again.
“Nin-” he started to call out when he heard the door to the dining room open behind him. Charlotte usually took longer baths than that; perhaps she had waved Sean away. He turned around to say something to the man but stopped as his eyes tried to puzzle together what exactly he was looking at.
The room was painted a dark burgundy and often gave everything in it an eerie red glow. He blinked a few times trying to make sense of what he was seeing, there was, indeed, a lot of red before him now, but not the same shade as the wall. His eyes fixed upon Sean’s face. There were stripes of lividly red blood over his ashen surprised face. His thoughts came slowly. He first noticed that his bodyguard had no body attached to his head. The bodyguard’s head was being held by his hair by a being that Osric had a hard time identifying at first.
She was familiar and yet not familiar at all. Her pale face was also streaked with blood, as well as her small, lithe body. Even down to her small, hot pink nipples, she was like a gory, conquering queen who was coming to claim what was rightfully hers.
With a thud, the head landed on the white linens of the table and rolled over to the side. The neck entrails dangled and fused as more blood slowly oozed out of his bodyguard’s head, spreading over the tablecloth. Now that his view of the avenging angel was unobstructed he began to pick out the familiar features. The red hair, the lush lips, the subtle curve of her back into her rather flat ass, all began to come through beyond the horror of the dripping blood.
“That disgusting worm with his small prick was not worthy to join my army,” she growled to the man before her. Preemptively she had sawed off the man’s head, he would not be haunting her like the others, and for that she was glad. Her eyes glinted in a brighter amber shade than was natural.
It was then that Osiric simultaneously realized that this being was and was not his daughter. She was the woman from his dreams. Breathlessly, the old man clutched at his chest and leaned against the wall for support. Soon he found himself sliding down the wall as his legs gave way and all he could do was look up at her helplessly while she cackled.

Maryann Loses Her Virginity In A Rite Of Passage, Only More Exciting
This might just be the night. By tomorrow morning MaryAnn would be twenty. If things worked out she would no longer be the “last remaining virgin” of the class of ‘86. Her transformation shouldn’t be difficult to pull off. MaryAnn was petite, blond, and beautiful. Her size 32 C breasts atop a small frame stopped conversations when she entered a room. In addition she was intelligent, well read, and talented.
She considered losing her virginity to be akin to a quinceanerafor young, Hispanic girls or a bat mitzvah for young, Jewish ones. It would be a rite of passage. with some major differences. It didn’t figure to be quite public, and ought to be a lot more exciting.
Having a sexual rite of passage as late as 20 was unusual, but MaryAnn had a great reason for postponing her deflowering. She had promised her mom, and she didn’t take those promises lightly.
Six years earlier she and her mom had one of their woman-to-woman talks. Their talks were was easier than most because the two Flaherty women were always close and always frank. Mom Flaherty, sometimes called Sarah Flaherty, was an archetypical Navy officer’s wife. Dad, Flaherty, sometimes called Admiral Flaherty, had graduated from Annapolis and worked hard to become boss of lots of ships plus their captains and crews.
That left Mom to do most of the rearing of their only child, and she did a good job of it. MaryAnn later reflected that it was ironic that her mom had ended up such a liberal thinker after graduating from Stanford, then living as a proper Navy wife. She was a good mother and friend, even from the perspective of a kid.
In the memorable 14-year-old talk, Mom reminded MaryAnn that admirals’ kids had to be more circumspect than other kids. Even the word “circumspect” didn’t give the youngster pause. MaryAnn had always been expected to use the best word for the occasion. As Mom hoped, and as it happened, words would become her life.
As she prepared for her big night out MaryAnn recalled the earlier talk. Her mom said, “MaryAnn, I realize this is a changing world and you’ll have opportunities to do things girls of my generation would not have even thought of. Most of these are great. You want to be a writer and folks are now writing with machines. Computer programs can eliminate much of the drudgery of writing and let you concentrate on being effective.
“I won’t go into the old ‘when I was your age I used to . . . ‘ bit. I was not deprived at all and didn’t walk uphill both ways to school, but some things were different and you will have harder choices to make.
“To start with I know that most kids your age experiment with sex. The odds are that most will actually do it before they graduate from high school, quite a few before they get to high school. I want to ask you to abstain until you are twenty, even if you have a lot of peer pressure. Let me say you’ll be voluntarily giving up something that can be exciting beyond belief. The problem is that in the eyes of everybody, including those who do it, it is wrong. Further it is poorly practiced by kids who have been told all their lives that it is wrong.
It isn’t. Likely if we were Tahitians we wouldn’t be having this talk, but we’re Americans and, for better or worse, we must live as Americans. Please keep all that in mind as you go through your teens.”
MaryAnn wasn’t surprised that her mother refused make sex a sin or to downplay the enjoyment of it. Her own biggest secret ever was that she once surreptitiously watched her mom and dad doing it. It was also the one that excited her the most.
She was just coming into puberty. Her titties were big enough for a training bra (training for what?). She was growing a bit of pubic hair and her mother had alerted her to menstruation. What she was still lacking was an understanding of what a big deal sexual intercourse was. She got an opportunity to find out one summer in a rustic cabin the Maine woods, one of those places where the rooms were separated by partitions that didn’t reach the ceiling. Her mom and dad rented the place to “get away from it all.”
MaryAnn had made a friend with a girl in another cabin about a half mile away. One afternoon MaryAnn persuaded her folks to let her spend the whole day at her friend’s cabin. She later realized that they would be delighted to spend time in the bedroom without having to be quiet.
As happens often with kids, MaryAnn and her summer friend had a fight, the reason long forgotten. She walked home and came into the cabin. Immediately she heard noises from her folks’ bedroom. Not intending to snoop but just wanting to pout MaryAnn went to her own room.
The conversation she heard through the walls was different, even the tone.
“Oh god, Jake touch me there. Yes, yes you magnificent bastard right there.”
“You are a beautiful woman, you know that? I want to stick my face in your cunt.”
“Yes, oh god yes, lick my cunt then fuck me. Goddamn you fuck me.
Mom had always used the best words for the occasion, but such language! Her dad only cussed when a Democrat was elected, and her mom never cussed although MaryAnn was sure she wanted to do it when someone mentioned Nixon in her presence.
A curious girl like MaryAnn just couldn’t resist. She peeked through the cracks and hoped her folks were just too engrossed to look up.
They were. Both were lying on the bed naked, clothes thrown about the room as if they may had been playing at undressing. Now Mommy Sarah Flaherty lay there with her legs spread. Daddy (then) Commander Flaherty grabbed her legs put them over her shoulder and put his face in her crotch. It looked to MaryAnn as if he was going to crawl in.
Then her, staid mother and her professional, no-nonsense, father threshed about the bed having more fun than MaryAnn ever did swimming. Finally the admiral got on top. MaryAnn got the first glimpse of an adult penis. This was of course not only a grown-up dick, it was erect. My god it was huge. She didn’t think he could get all that in her mom. It must have been five or six inches long.
But she soon realized if her dad didn’t put it in, her mom would chase him down and sit on him. This was the sex she had been wondering about. He not only got it in. She raised her ass and met it on each thrust. Soon they were both grunting, screaming (nobody within half a mile), moaning and groaning, until her dad held her mom tight, gave a few quick strokes and they both lay sill.
The things Mom had left out of her talk on the birds and bees!
Mercifully her folks were not quiet. And that gave MaryAnn a chance to escape. Before she left she heard her mom say, “Jake, let’s do it again just as fast as we can. God I love to get fucked by you.”
“Did they teach you to talk like that at that West Coast finishing school called Stanford?”
“Up yours sailor. Now get a boner or I’ll forget I’m a lady and married to a fucking gentleman.
The things a little girl can learn by eavesdropping! There was probably more but she had to get out of there. MaryAnn slipped out the window and high tailed it back to her friends house. Their tiff would have to wait until she told her friend the exciting thing she’d just seen.
But in the heart-to-heart talk, her mom continued. She paused, took a deep breath, and added, “Please don’t think I’m contradicting myself darling, but I am also going to put you on the pill.”
“But Mom, you just said you trusted me. ” said MaryAnn.
“Of course I do but I also know that you’re human. I’d be silly to rely on a lecture to shut off all possibility of your doing what you are biologically urged to do, especially in today’s world. If something happens you’ll at least be protected from what’s likely to be the biggest consequence of that act.” Years later MaryAnn gave much the same talk to her own daughter, except that she realized a world that was still changing, and set the age at 18.
The lecture had its effect. MaryAnn made it through junior high without even flirting with the idea of sex. High school was a little tougher. The closest she came was on graduation night when she and Jimbo made out under the pier.
Jimbo was a hunk and exactly the sort of guy MaryAnn should avoid if she wanted to keep her promise. That fall he would be on his way to Notre Dame on a football scholarship. She had been accepted by several of the top schools including her mom’s alma mater, Stanford. She passed it up to go to the big school just up the road in Los Angeles.
That afternoon she had marched across the football of a local junior college, wearing the white cap with a gold tassel denoting honor society. Add all that to her looks and she would be a prize for Jimbo if he could capture it.
He certainly tried and MaryAnn did little to stop him for a while. When he kissed her she felt his tongue on her lips and she opened her mouth. Their passion grew as they kissed. He dropped one hand to her breast and fondled it through her blouse, The other went to her butt and he pulled her tight against them. Then he pulled her skirt up, her panties down and fondled her bare ass. God she wanted to go all the way and might have except Jimbo wasn’t as sophisticated as he seemed.
Just before MaryAnn lost control, Jimbo did. As the kisses got hotter he pulled her tighter. She felt his erection pressing against her. Almost as if by instinct she moved against it. He muttered, “Oh god. Oh my god. Jesus.” He started shaking, then he was quiet.
When they came up on the boardwalk from under the pier MaryAnn pretended she didn’t notice the wet spot on his pants. She didn’t feel guilty for going so far and she didn’t feel virtuous for stopping short of “all the way.” But she was looking forward to her twentieth birthday more anticipation than ever.
At the big school up in the big city, she pledged for and joined the journalism sorority, Theta Sigma Phi, lived off campus and had the freedom to do as she wished. Retaining her virginity was perhaps more of a challenge except for three things. She had learned how to defuse a boy’s ardor with her hand. MaryAnn lived with the knowledge she was known as “Handjob Mary,” but the guys knew they could expect no more than to fondle and her titties and touch her pussy. Within those constraints she was a terrific date.
Her compromise seemed to work for everybody concerned. Once the word was out that “Hand Job Mary” wouldn’t fuck but if a guy promised he wouldn’t cum in her mouth she would even give a pretty good blow job. In exchange she made sure the guys knew she could be partially undressed but nothing but fingers went to her pussy, then not inside her vagina. Within those strictures some of those guys gave her a thrill equal to what she gave herself.
And she wasn’t sure she really missed out on anything. She heard the horror stories from her sorority sisters of what they experienced the first time. All had done it with guys about their own age. Several had told her of how a boy got too excited and got off before even really starting. Tales of wet bellies prevailed. While the idea of sex was still exciting, premature ejaculation by a guy promised to be merely embarrassing and messy.
She amended her plans. When she turned 20 she would try to find a middle aged guy, about 40. She vowed that her first time wouldn’t be with a kid her own age. Ever since she had seen her mom and dad going at it when she was a little girl she knew sex could be exciting. Anything that could induce her mom to say “OOOH GOD JAKE FUCK ME HARD” had to be exciting. She looked forward more than ever to the summer vacation following her junior year. Her twentieth birthday was coming up in late July.
As always MaryAnn’s free time in San Diego revolved around things Navy. Her dad was still on active duty and based in the town, although he was on temporary duty in Washington at that time. Her high school friend, Jodie, was also a navy brat and had married a sailor.
Jodie invited MaryAnn to a party on July 19^th, the day before her birthday. Mac, Jodie’s husband was an aviation mechanic attached with a fighter squadron on one of the local aircraft carriers. Jodie told her, “We’re having an informal squadron party in a swell beach house. There’ll be all sorts of guys there. In fact they asked me to bring along any free chicks I could find. Interested?”
MaryAnn would be twenty at midnight, actually 9 p.m. because she had been born in Norfolk. Of course she was interested. Only one problem: that old decorum bit. Her dad was big boss man of damn near every sailor and officer in the area.
“Uh don’t forget who I am. I want to have fun and don’t want to embarrass daddy.”
“Don’t worry about it a bit,” said, Jodie. “You’d be surprised at who shows up at these things. They are really very good at not seeing embarrassing things. Anyhow, you are the perpetual virgin. Aren’t you?”
“So far,” said MaryAnn. “Anyhow I would love to come. Just don’t tell anybody who I am. Let me be MaryAnn Jones for the evening.”
She dressed appropriately for the party, Her clothes weren’t quite as revealing as she wished, considering the plans she was laying. On the other hand they were more practical. Everything could be shed easily if the occasion demanded. She looked in the mirror and unbuttoned her blouse two buttons, smiled, popped a pill in her mouth, and said, “Nite Mom, I’m off to the party.”
Her mom said, “Happy birthday darling, have fun, and be careful.” Then she gave her a meaningful hug. MaryAnn reflected that it seemed more meaningful than usual. Was her mom also thinking about her birthday and her promise? Was she resigned? regretful? curious?
On the way Jodie and Mac briefed her on the party. The ages would range from late teens to early forties, those in their forties would likely be mid-grade officers or senior enlisted guys. Either would do as long as they were intelligent. She couldn’t stand dolts. Navy men would outnumber navy women by about five to one. Counting the civilian guests, virtually all women, there would be a few more men than women, but pretty close to a balance.
The unofficial rules were that anything went as long as both parties agreed. The guys were given to understand that the limits would be set irrevocably by the girls. The organizers were more circumspect than the leaders of the ill fated Tailhook convention in Las Vegas would be a few years down the road.
The party was just getting started when they arrived, a little before nine. Although she didn’t usually drink, MaryAnn had a glass of Chablis. It took the edge of her nervousness, and she hoped she would have cause to be nervous tonight.
Right off the bat one of the unaccompanied guys spotted her. “Hey, you came to add a touch of beauty to the joint,” he asked?
She felt relieved that it was an older guy. If something happened she wasn’t interested in a fumble thumbs dude pawing her. “Beauty is as beauty does,” replied MaryAnn. She thought but didn’t add, “and for you, you handsome stud, this beauty might do a lot.” She sometimes had fun with things she might have said.
They introduced themselves. MaryAnn stayed with her pseudonym of Jones. And her new friend told her his name was Chuck O’Toole. Mr. O’Toole asked Miss Jones to dance, several times in fact, each time a little closer. It was clear they liked each other and MaryAnn was certain he would make a move.
Now the question became how would she respond. Although she was an admiral’s daughter she realized she couldn’t be too circumspect, given her goals.
But there were limits. After a the third dance Charlie pulled her very tight and brushed his lips across hers. “Please, Charlie, I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself. People are looking.”
“How’s about we take a walk outside. The Pacific is beautiful tonight with the moon, stars, and passing ships. A lovely gal like you would make it perfect. And I’d really like to kiss her.”
This was it. The offer. MaryAnn looked him in the eye and replied, “I think I’d love a walk on the beach, and all that goes with it.”
Outside she asked him, “What do you do in the squadron?”
“I’m the chief in charge of the jet aircraft maintenance. They call me the fucking master chief, and I can prove that’s an apt nickname.”
This was the sort of brashness that could have torpedoed the whole thing but it hit MaryAnn’s funny bone. She laughed, a real laugh that came from the belly.
She said, “I’ll have you know that Mom and my literature prof both insist I use the word that describes the situation best. That was one fucking good answer.”
And she knew she had passed another check point on the way to her adventure.
So apparently did Charlie. As they were laughing it seemed natural for him to pull her to him. She turned her face towards him. He kissed her, a nice sweet kiss. Then she felt his tongue on her mouth and opened hers. The sweet kiss became a hot Frenchie. His hands moved down, tentatively, to her ass. She knew she could set stop it right then and there. She didn’t. She moved in closer, so close she could feel his erection. She took care to not rub against it. That didn’t work well with Jimbo. She wanted to keep Chuck’s interest.
He worked his other hand inside her blouse and fondled her titty through her thin bra. Again no resistance. Finally they broke away, “Oh Christ MaryAnn. I wanted to do that the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Anything more,” asked MaryAnn. “And be sure to use the words that describe the situation.”
“I want to fuck you MaryAnn.”
“Chuck, I have something important to say.”
Oh hell was this an excuse to get out of it? “What,” asked Charles.
“I’m a virgin.”
Chuck later reflected that this was the strangest seduction he was ever involved in. “Virgin, at your age? Isn’t it time to go past that stage of your life.”
Her answer was simple, and complete, “Yes it is. I don’t want to still be a virgin tomorrow morning. Like to be involved in the deflowering?”
For a change the 40-year-old chief lost his cool. He missed his opportunity to seal the deal right there with a simple “yes.” but he said, “Uh you sure.”
MaryAnn covered his mistake. She wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. “Yes, positive. I promised Mom I’d wait until I was twenty. It wasn’t easy being the only girl in my group to be so inexperienced, but I did it. Today is my birthday. At midnight I’ll be twenty. In fact I am already. I was born in the Naval hospital in Portsmouth and it is three hours ahead of us.”
As she talked MaryAnn unbuttoned her blouse all the way. Then she unhooked the clasp on her bra and it fell away. The moonlight glistened off her breasts. She was going for broke, and enjoying every bit of it.
Charles again took her in his arms and again fondled her titties. This time it was skin on skin. She held him tight and slipped her hands under his shirt. This was getting serious.
Finally she took the lead. “Can we go somewhere, a motel maybe?”
“Oh god yes, let’s sneak out of here.”
Back inside, blouse again buttoned up, MaryAnn, told Josie, “I have a ride home. I’ll catch ya later.”
“You go girl. Hey, let yourself go and enjoy whatever happens.” Then Josie giggled and gave her long-time friend a hug.
Chuck was nervous. Sure he had all sorts of experience, but this was something else. He just couldn’t find a motel. MaryAnn took care of that also. Take the Taylor Street ramp off I-8 and you’ll find a nice place up there on the left.
After what seemed to be an inordinate period they finally found the motel, and went inside. Now it was his turn to take charge. She had just passed area of her expertise. He took her in the arms, kissed her again, and asked, “Nervous?”
“A little but I’ve been waiting seventy three hundred and five days for this. Let’s make the best of it. Okay?”

“Carrie, this is a mistake,” I said, kicking myself the whole time. Most guys would take advantage of the situation, but not me. I was being a nice guy again. I hated it when I did that! “You’re mad at Jimmy. I can understand that. But do you really want to do this?”
Carrie was the hottest girl in school. Her boyfriend Jimmy was the coolest guy. They weren’t just part of the in crowd, they led it. She was also mad enough to spit fire. Jimmy had gone and cheated on her, again. What a jerk!
“You’re right, I am mad at Jimmy,” she replied. “But not half as much as I’m furious with myself. I swore I wouldn’t take him back this last time and I did it anyway. My friends warned me. I knew he was a liar, but I let him convince me that he’d changed when I knew deep down that it wasn’t so.”
“I can understand all that,” I said calmly. “But how did that lead to this? Why am I here?”
“Well, because you delivered the pizza,” she grinned. It was the truth. I had a part time job at a pizzeria to save up for college next year. It wasn’t a lot of money, but every little bit helped.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it!” I snapped in annoyance.
“You’re talking about the kiss?” she asked with mischief in her eyes.
“Yes! Of course I’m talking about the kiss! Do you always kiss the pizza delivery guy?”
“Think of it as your tip,” she joked.
“I will,” I said, suddenly unable to stop from laughing. “And it was certainly the best tip I ever received, but…”
“Why, thank you,” she interjected with a smile.
“…You’re welcome,” I said, and then shook my head, trying to remember what I was about to say before she interrupted. Carrie’s smile had that affect on guys and she knew it. She was playing with me and I would have been annoyed if I wasn’t enjoying it almost as much as her.
“Look, you’re the most beautiful girl in school. Every guy would love to have you looking at them the way you’re looking at me…”
“And yet you keep trying to slip out the door,” she grinned as she leaned against the door to stop my escape.
“Only because it’s not real,” I sighed. “You’re only doing this for two reason. First, your mad at Jimmy and second, you’re drunk.”
“So?” she shrugged as she took another drink from her wine glass. “My parents aren’t expected back for a couple of hours. Loosen up a little!”
“I’m not going to take advantage of a drunk just because she’s my fantasy girl,” I said, half explaining and half convincing myself.
“Your fantasy girl, am I?” she grinned.
“Carrie, you’re every guys fantasy girl,” I said with a shake of my head. “And if I thought for a minute that you really liked me, I take advantage of the situation whether you were drunk or not, but you don’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Carrie, what’s my name?” I sighed.
“It’s Joe,” she replied. I shook my head. She frowned and said, “Jack?”
“I think I’ve made my point,” I grinned, although it did hurt a little that she couldn’t remember my name. Our senior class was large at over five hundred, but still, we spent fours years together.
“You know, you’re way too serious,” Carrie said as she leaned in and kissed me again. Her long blond hair smelled freshly washed. There was nothing I wanted more than to take her in my arms and kiss her back, but it would be wrong.
“Look, I’ll see you in school tomorrow,” I said pushing her gently away from the door.
“You’re really going to leave?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“I have to,” I replied. “Or I’ll do something we’ll both probably regret in the morning.”
“I’ll just call someone else as soon as you’re gone,” she said in annoyance. “I want to get back at Jimmy!”
“Please don’t. That’s just the alcohol talking,” I said, pausing briefly before adding, “Actually, promise me you won’t.”
“Why should I?”
“Because if you end up being with someone else tonight, I may have to kill myself,” I said, half serious. “I’m already planning on going home, taking a cold shower and yelling at my father for teaching me right from wrong. Finding out someone else took my place would be…well, you understand.” She looked at me oddly.
“I promise,” she finally said. “You know, I wish I could remember your name.”
“Me too,” I said, smiling sadly. “Goodbye.”
**********
‘You stupid bastard!’ I thought angrily.
“Is something wrong, Mr. Harmon?”
“No,” I answered quickly. Ms. Kafka was not one of my favorite teachers. She was boring and had the ability to tell when someone’s mind was wandering. It was a lethal combination!
Not that it mattered today. I spent half the morning cursing my stupidity. How could I possibly pass up a chance with Carrie? The worse part was that I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. It wasn’t that I was noble or anything. I’d tell my friends in a heartbeat if I weren’t so afraid of their reaction. The guys would make fun of me and the girls would tell me how nice I was. I couldn’t decide which was worse. The bell rang and I sighed loudly. It was finally lunchtime.
“Let’s hope you’re a little more focused tomorrow, Mr. Harmon,” Ms. Kafka said pointedly.
“Sorry Ms. Kafka,” I said, trying hard not to blush as I rushed out of the room. I knew I had to stop dwelling on what happened, but it didn’t help that Carrie shared the same lunch period. Instead of waiting for my friends by our lockers as usual I went into the cafeteria and bought my lunch quickly. I decided to eat quickly and escape outside as soon as possible.
Robbie and Tina, my best friends since grade school, found me and asked what was bothering me. I ignored them. They shrugged at each other as I raced through my food. I needn’t have bothered. Carrie came by before I was half done and sat across from me. Robbie and Tina looked stunned. The table with the in crowd was on the other side of the room.
“Can we help you?” Tina asked with a frown.
“No,” Carrie replied. “I just wanted to try a change today. You don’t mind if I sit with you guys?”
“No!” Robbie cried, almost stuttering.
“Put your tongue back in your mouth,” Tina said to him, still frowning. She then turned back to Carrie and asked, “So, what’s the joke?”
“No joke,” Carrie sighed. “I’m just looking for a change of scenery today.”
“Carrie, if you hang out with us,” I said carefully. “You’re likely to lose your spot with the in crowd.”
“Joel,” she said with a confident smile. “If I hang out with you, you will be the in crowd.”
“I see you know my name now.”
“I was close!” she said, sounding annoyed.
“Tina, I think we’re missing something?” Robbie said.
“You think?” Tina asked sarcastically.
“You mean you didn’t tell them?” Carrie asked in surprise.
“What’s to tell?” I said carefully.
“What are you two talking about?” Tina asked.
“Last night, Joel delivered pizza to my house. I was drunk and angry with Jimmy,” Carrie explained.
“And?” Robbie asked, looking at me.
“We talked,” I shrugged.
“We did more than talk,” Carrie snorted. “But not as much as I would have. I was really drunk.”
“You mean you…” Robbie began. I cut him off.
“Let it alone. She was drunk and nothing happened.”
“Aw! That’s so sweet!” Tina cried.
“Thanks,” I said sarcastically to Carrie. She laughed.
“We did kiss,” Carrie put in helpfully.
“Wow!” Robbie said in awe.
“It’s time to go,” Tina said to him as she stood and picked up her tray. She was smiling for the first time.
“But…”
“They obviously want to be alone,” she said, cutting short Robbie’s protest. He stood and they both moved to another table. It was then that I noticed all the odd looks we were getting from just about everyone in the cafeteria.
“Carrie, why did you sit here?” I asked.
“Well, I really do feel like a change,” she said, but I wasn’t buying it. She looked at my expression and laughed again.
“Tell me the truth.”
“Maybe later,” she shrugged. “But first, tell me something. Do you regret leaving last night?”
“Are you kidding?” I said, shaking my head. “I’ve been beating myself up over it ever since!” Carrie smiled.
“Would you do it again?” I looked at her and couldn’t tell what answer she was expecting or even wanted. I was tempted to tell her that I would stay if I had it all over to do again. Yet, deep down I knew it wasn’t the truth. I might beat myself up for my choice, but it was the right thing to do.
“Yes,” I finally answered. She looked at me in silence.
“You know, I believe you would,” she said, sounding amazed.
“Hey Carrie, what are you doing sitting over here?”
I looked up at the voice and saw Jimmy standing there. I buried my face in my tray and tried to stay out of it.
“I’m talking to a friend,” Carrie said in an icy tone.
“Come on,” Jimmy frowned. “Let’s go back to our table.”
“It’s your table now,” she replied. “I’m not sitting there anymore.”
“Why?”
“Because you are,” Carrie answered succinctly.
“What’s this all about?”
“Jennifer Madden.”
“Who’s she?” Jimmy asked. I shook my head. You had to give the guy credit. He really looked like he had no idea who she was. The fact that half the cheerleaders saw him with her at a party Friday night didn’t seem to matter to him at all.
“Goodbye, Jimmy,” Carrie said pointedly.
“Don’t be that way. Come on, let’s talk about it?” he asked, but Carrie refused to even look at him, much less talk to him anymore.
“Do you have anything to do with this?” Jimmy asked, giving me a nasty look. I raised my hands and gave my best innocent look. He stared at me a moment longer before turning and stomping away.
“Are you okay?” I asked Carrie softly. She nodded. There were tears in her eyes, but she refused to let them drop. We ate in silence for a couple of minutes.
“Hey Carrie!” Jill Jackson said as she sat down next to Carrie. She was the captain of the cheerleader squad. Jill was an athletic black girl who could do some pretty wicked back flips. Obviously, she was part of the in crowd. “Can you believe Jimmy?”
“I’m glad you dumped him again,” Tara Dalton said as she sat on Carrie’s other side. “He is such a jerk!” Tara was a talented actress and a dance rat. She had the lead in this year’s school musical. It was a big hit. I had dreams about her for weeks afterward.
“Hi,” Tara said to me with a warm smile.
“Hello,” Jill added, smiling as well.
“Jill, Tara, this is my friend Joel,” Carrie said, introducing me.
“Ladies, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I grinned. “You do realize that this has to be one of the most surreal moments in my life?”
“Why?” Tara asked.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked. Carrie was smiling at me. She knew what I meant, but the others seemed clueless.
“Tara and Jill are not typical for the in crowd. They think of themselves as normal everyday people. It’s one of the reasons why I like them so much.”
“We are normal everyday people,” Jill said with a shrug.
“Hell!” Tara grinned. “I wasn’t even part of the in crowd before we became friends.” I was about to argue both of their points when we were visited by another one of Carrie’s friends.
“Hey ladies!” Samantha Garret said as she walked up. Carrie nodded, but didn’t look thrilled as Samantha sat with us. Samantha was one of the ‘Rich People’. She threw one ritzy party each semester at her house. It was for invitees only. I’d never been there, but to be fair very few had. “Carrie, is it true? Have you and Jimmy broke up again?”
“Yep,” Carrie said. “He’s all yours.”
“I don’t want him!” Samantha said too quickly. Carrie didn’t introduce us and Samantha didn’t seem to notice my presence even though she was sitting right next to me.
“Carrie, can we talk?” Bette Jacobs said as she walked up and sat on my other side. She also ignored me. The table was getting crowded.
“About what?”
“Jimmy is awfully sorry about Jennifer,” Bette said. “Can’t you find it in your heart to forgive him?”
“Again?” I asked in disbelief.
“Mind your own business!” Bette snapped at me. My eyebrows rose in surprise. “And just what are you doing sitting with us anyway?”
“I was a bit curious about that myself,” Samantha added.
“I was here first,” I said, hearing myself and suddenly finding it hard not to laugh.
“Well, get lost!” Bette snapped. I looked at her and shook my head.
“She’s serious, isn’t she?”
“Of course I am,” Bette answered. “Go sit with your friends.”
“Bette, stop being such a bitch!” Jill sighed.
“Amen to that!” Tara put in.
“Joel is a friend of mine,” Carrie finally said. “I sat here to talk to him. If you don’t like it, you’re welcome to leave.”
“Is he the reason why you decided to break up with Jimmy?” Bette asked.
“I decided to break up with Jimmy because he’s a cheating, no good, son of a bitch!” Carrie snapped, and then took a deep breath to calm down. “Joel is just a guy who treated me nice.”
“So he is the reason!” Bette cried.
“Wow!” I said, suddenly standing. “You guys can have the table.”
“Gives you a whole new prospective of the in crowd, doesn’t it?” Carrie asked, understanding my desire to leave. I just nodded. She grinned and added, “I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.”
“Don’t take it personal,” I sighed. “But do me a favor, lose your friends or go sit somewhere else.”
“What a jerk!” Samantha snapped.
“I’m going to enjoy watching what Jimmy does to you,” Bette added.
“Bette, Jimmy’s not going to do anything to Joel! He had nothing to do with the breakup,” Carrie said. I watched Bette’s eyes and shook my head. I’d have to watch out for Jimmy.
“Tara, Jill, it was nice to meet you both,” I said with a smile. “You too are welcome at my table anytime.”
“We were wondering,” Jill grinned. I rolled my eyes and she laughed.
“We’ll be seeing you around,” Tara added.
**********
“I can’t believe you got into a fight!” my father snapped as he walked into the office. Boy was he steaming!
“Mr. Harmon, it wasn’t your son’s fault,” vice principal Tagli said. “All the witnesses agree. The other boys jumped Joel during recess.”
“If it wasn’t his fault then why was I called out of work?” my father asked, and then the rest of the vice principal’s words sunk in. “Boys? As in plural? How many boys?”
“There were three of them,” vice principal Tagli, shaking his.
“You didn’t do any serious damage to them?” my father asked me.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Jimmy probably lost two teeth, but that’s the worst of it.”
“Where did your son learn to fight?” the vice principal asked, honestly curious.
“His grandfather,” my father replied.
“He used to box when he was my age,” I put in helpfully. It wasn’t the complete truth. My father also taught me some, but he didn’t like to talk about it. He never liked to remember his years