I got to school fairly early Wednesday morning. I went to the entrance, and Chuck was already there.

"Hey, Braden," I said.

"Well, good morning, Benson," he grinned at me.

"You’re mighty chipper this morning," I said.

"I got a good night’s sleep," he grinned at me.

"Funny, so did I," I laughed. "Hey, listen. Is that offer you made to me yesterday morning still open?"

He looked at me, puzzled, for a moment, and then smiled. "It sure is."

"Good," was all I said. He walked up to me, grinning, and started undoing the buttons on my blouse. When he got them undone, he slipped the blouse off, and then reached behind me to undo my bra strap. He slipped that off of me, then went for the snap of my pants. Before he undid it, though, he lowered his mouth to my boob and took my nipple into his mouth. Oh Jesus. I thought I was just going to get a nice undressing!

And he didn’t stop! The whole time he was taking my pants off, he had his lips wrapped around my nipple. It was delicious. Then he broke off, grabbed me, and hoisted me up onto the wall. The next thing I knew, his face was buried between my legs.

Oh my goodness. I had never met a guy who was so damn enthusiastic about cunny-lapping. Three times in three days? Never. Oh, I’d gotten fucked three times in three days. Sometimes I’d gotten fucked three times in three hours. But someone going down on me? Nope.

It was still early, but a few people had arrived and had gathered to watch the show. And, believe me, they were getting a show. I was moaning and squealing and squirming and all that. I couldn’t help it. He was doing that thing again, where he sucked my clit in between his lips and teased it with his tongue. And he had two fingers up inside me and they were beating on my g-spot like Keith fucking Moon. It didn’t take much of that before I had his head pinned between my legs, my pussy grinding on his face. I came, howling.

By the time I had come back to earth, he was standing in front of me, grinning—completely naked. He had stripped while I was trying to catch my breath.

"Hey, I thought it was my turn," I said.

"Not today," he grinned, then walked over to me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Benson, I get the impression that you don’t get too many freebies. That was a freebie." And then he was gone, through the doors and into the school.

My stomach went thud. I sat there, on that wall, staring at the door until the first bell rang—which was a good ten minutes. I was right—this guy knew how to push every single one of my buttons. But, now, it wasn’t the drive-Maggie-crazy buttons. It was the make-Maggie-gooey buttons.

I did not do gooey. Right now? I was melted-caramel gooey.

I shook my head—to clear the fucking insanity out of it—hopped down from the wall, and trudged into school. Very shakily.

Y’see, I had thought about it, and this is what I had decided.

I liked her. I wasn’t sure what to make of that, quite yet, but I liked her.

Maggie thought she knew guys. She didn’t know me. He knew guys that just wanted a quick fuck. Well, I’d had that. If that’s all I wanted, I’d be done. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but I knew it was more than that. So, while I figured that out, I decided to keep her off balance. A freebie pussy-eating was just the trick.

And it worked! The look on her face was priceless! Believe me, though, I wasn’t making any kind of sacrifice. I enjoyed going down on a girl. I especially enjoyed going down on Maggie. She had the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted. I’d heard that all girls taste pretty much the same—and in the five or so I’d gone down on previously, I’d agree. Minor variations, but pretty much the same. Not Maggie. Don’t know why, but she was different. And the reactions she gave! Just fantastic. I could go down on her all day long. Wouldn’t that blow her mind!

I didn’t let up, either. When we were walking into Spanish third period, I leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "Your pussy tastes like honey, you know," and then kept walking. She actually blushed! Maggie Benson!

Even if nothing came of this, at least I was having a good time.

Look, like I said, my feelings were kind of unsettled. And I had no illusions—I was trying to conquer Maggie The Unconquerable. So, this might turn out to be just an elaborate game. Well, if that’s what it was, I was going to enjoy it. If it was more than that? Well, then, we’d see, wouldn’t we?

I’d felt very isolated since all those rumors had started. At least I had a human being to relate to, in some way—and a very cool one to boot.

Of course, I should’ve known—Maggie wasn’t the type to stay on the defensive for long. I was at lunch, just having sat down, and here she came—she dropped her tray in front of mine and plopped down on the chair opposite me. "OK, Braden—just what are you doing?"

"Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?"

"You know I did. But there’s something going on in that head of yours, I know there is."

"Who, me?" I said, all innocence. Then I leaned over closer to her so I could lower my voice. "I wasn’t kidding, you know. Your pussy is heavenly. I don’t think I can get enough of it." She blushed again! "Sugarlips." Oh, she really blushed at that one! "Maybe I should crawl under the table…"

"NO!" she blurted out. "I mean, not here!" She took a breath. "Look, Braden, I don’t like to be toyed with."

"How would you know? I don’t think you’ve ever let a guy toy with you in your life."

"I like to stay in control," she claimed.

"Yeah, I know. Because if you stay in control, you can keep emotions out of it." Her jaw dropped. "You can keep it on the Maggie-shares-her-pussy level, and not have to think any deeper about it."

"Don’t you dare judge me!" she hissed.

"I’m not. Not for a second. Who the hell am I to judge anyone? Nope, your lifestyle has worked for you. You do what you want, and you enjoy yourself. Good for you. I don’t see anything wrong with it."

"Then why are you doing this?" she said plaintively.

"Doing what?"

"Pushing my buttons."

"Because I’m trying to get inside your head."

"Why?"

"To see what’s there."

"Why?"

"Because I’m interested."

She stared at me for a good minute, then shook her head. "Braden, I don’t get you. I just don’t get you."

"Good," I grinned.

"You know, I don’t have to play these games with you. I can just get up from this table and walk away, and ignore you."

"You’re right. You can. But you won’t."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because you like it." She glared at me. "Yes, you do. You, Maggie Benson, are bored. You’re bored with the ‘Hi I’m Maggie fuck me’ routine. You are intrigued by me and you’re wondering what I’m going to do next."

"You’re so damn sure of yourself," she spat.

"No, actually, I’m not. I’m completely winging this," I grinned. That got a smile out of her. "Look, I’ll drop the games for a minute. You know I’m persona non grata around here. And I’m tangling with Maggie Benson, who has forgotten more about guys than I’ll ever know about girls. Believe me, I know it. But there’s something about you. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something. I’m determined to figure it out."

"OK. So, you can take your best shot," she grinned.

"I aim to do just that, Sugarlips," I grinned back, while she blushed. "You don’t know how satisfying it is to know I can make Maggie Benson blush."

"I’ve never been told I taste good before," she admitted.

"It must be just some sort of chemical reaction between my tastebuds and your pussy, Sugarlips."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Not on your life."

"Fine. Whatever. Listen. The bell’s going to ring soon, and we have to go to bio. Ask for relief, please, and pick me. I owe you for yesterday. I still feel bad about that. No teeth, I promise."

"Hmmm. Are you being nice here, or trying to get the upper hand?"

"A little of both," she admitted with a grin.

"Fair enough. I’ll give you a shot."

Just then, the bell rang.

We went to bio, and, as promised, I asked for relief, Maggie volunteered, and I chose her.

"Are you sure?" Ms. T asked me. "I’m not quite sure what went on yesterday, but I know there was some funny business, and I don’t want it repeated."

"No funny business, I promise," Maggie said. She came up to me and said, "Same deal as yesterday—I dare you not to make noise—but I’ll play fair this time."

"Deal," I grinned at her. She knelt down between my legs, and devoured my dick.

Oh Jesus. This was talent. She bobbed up and down on my dick, hitting every good spot with her tongue. I was trying not to make noise, but it was not easy. She worked my dick like a maestro. When she sensed that I was getting close, she took it all in her mouth, and swallowed. And then started humming.

"Oh, Jesus, Maggie!" I howled, as I sprayed her tonsils.

She gulped it down, licked her lips, grinned up at me and said, "You lose."

Still trying to catch my breath, I looked down at her and said, "No, I most certainly did not." It must’ve been the right thing to say, because she lit up like a neon sign.

We went back to our seats—her far more steadily than I—and spent the rest of the period—and the next one, which we also shared—shooting little looks at each other.

I was thoroughly enjoying this. And I think she was, too.

Unfortunately, it was right afterwards that all hell broke loose.

He had me so off-balance I thought I was going to fall over.

Nobody had ever done this to me, not once. I met guys head-on. I didn’t play games. I’m Maggie, I’ll spread my legs if you’re interested. Bam, end of story. Nobody every spun my head around.

Braden had my head doing loops.

For one thing, he was going from being cocky out of his mind to disarmingly sincere in a heartbeat—like when he admitted he was just winging it. I was almost prepared to dislike him before he admitted that. Almost. Because, he was right, though I wasn’t going to admit it to him—I was bored.

What I didn’t know, and what scared me, was whether or not this was just a game to him. If that’s all it was, I wanted no part of it. But I didn’t think so. He was trying to get inside my head. There was a reason.

And if he called me Sugarlips one more time, I was going to slug him. Oh, fuck that--I was going to jump into his arms and not let go, I admit it. Look, sex is a big part of my life. Romance has not been. He was being romantic about sex. He gives me a sweet pet name that’s blatantly sexual. That right there was enough to make my brain start leaking out my left ear.

It almost seemed too good to be true.

Then, I found out, it was. After English—the last class Braden and I have together—I was walking to my next class when I heard it for the first time. "Maggie, you and Braden? Wow!"

"What, you mean this morning?" I laughed. "We’re partners in the program, so he got me off. I returned the favor in Bio today."

"No, I heard you guys fucked on the football field yesterday."

"WHAT?" I said, incensed.

And, that wasn’t the only one. I heard it for the next two periods. "Hey, you and Braden?" "I can’t believe you fucked Chuck Braden!" And so on.

By the time we got out of school, I was completely livid. I knew I got out before him so I went to the entrance and waited for him. He arrived shortly. "Braden, you lying sonovabitch!" I screamed.

"Not here," he said, and led me into the woods. We stopped at an open area. "You fuck!" I yelled. "You gave me your word! I trusted you!"

"Maggie, I didn’t say anything."

"Oh, yeah, right," I stormed. "Like you didn’t say anything about all those other girls. You’re a fucking liar, Braden. Every girl you end up with, it gets broadcast."

"I don’t know how this happened, but, I didn’t say a word, Maggie. Not to anyone."

"Oh, yeah, Mister Innocent. You fuck," I blasted.

"Maggie, I did not say a word!" He was starting to get pissed. Then the expression on his face changed. And, Goddammit, it changed to complete despair. "But you’re not going to believe me, are you? No matter what I say, you won’t believe me. Fuck. I’m going to be paying for Tara Boucher for the rest of my life. I can’t convince you. There’s no way."

He started walking away. Before I could think of anything to say, he turned back to me. "And you know what really sucks? Over the past couple of days, I was really starting to like you. That’s what all the game-playing was about. I was trying to burrow my way into your mind. I wanted to get so deep into it that you’d get used to me being there. Every minute I spend with you, I like you more. You’re the most interesting, unfathomable, intoxicating girl I’ve ever met. There’s so much more to you than Maggie the Fuck Bunny. I wanted to explore the whole Maggie." He took a breath. "But my fucking reputation blew that. Again." Then he turned and started walking away again.

I couldn’t let him go. Not after that. "Braden! Wait! Stop!" He stopped walking.

"Why, so you can berate me some more?" he said without turning back around.

"No. So I can apologize for jumping to conclusions." That made him turn around. "I’m sorry. What you just said—well, it might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me."

"I meant it. No games."

"I know." I took a deep breath. "I suppose I shouldn’t care anyway. I was just upset that I thought you had lied to me. I shouldn’t care about it getting out, I just wanted to tell Tara first, and I did that this morning."

"You told Tara?" he said, faintly horrified.

"Yeah, I told you I was going to. I thought she should know, considering your history and considering she’s a friend of mine."

"Right. You did tell me. And it didn’t hit me at first, but now it did." I just looked at him. "Maggie, this is Tara’s Revenge. She spread it around."

"Oh shit. You’re right! Dammit, Chuck, why didn’t I think of that? I’m so, so sorry."

"You’re forgiven," he grinned. "And I probably deserved what Tara did. You didn’t though."

"I don’t care anymore," I grinned at him. "Let her spread all the rumors she wants."

"At least this one was true," he laughed. "Listen, Benson. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Let’s hit the Mariner for an early supper. Then we can hit an early movie."

I just gaped at him. "Chuck Braden, did you just ask me out on an honest-to-goodness date?"

"Sure did. You got a problem with that?"

"Well, complete and utter shock. I don’t go on dates, Chuck."

"Is that a no?" he said.

"Are you kidding me? Of course I’ll go out on a date with you." I rolled my eyes. "Jesus. What are you going to think of next? Going out and not having sex?"

"There will be no sex," he pronounced. "We’ve had sex. If I have my way, we’ll have sex again. But tonight is for courting."

" COURTING?" I blurted out, incredulously. "Did you forget exactly who you’re with, Braden?"

"Not for a second," he grinned at me.

"You’re fucking with my mind again," I said.

"Of course I am," he said, still grinning. "But not the way you think." His expression got serious. "I don’t want Maggie the Fuck Bunny tonight. I want that other Maggie, the one you keep trying to hide."

"What if I want to be Maggie the Fuck Bunny?" I asked.

"Well, I’ll be honest and tell you right up front that I’d be incapable of resisting. But anticipation is half the fun, Sugarlips."

Damn him, making me blush! "OK, Braden. Have it your way. Let’s go get our clothes."

We got dressed—he even snapped my bra for me—and headed for his car. Walking towards the parking lot, he actually held my hand, of all things!

"I think the last person who held my hand was my father. When I was about ten," I giggled.

"Was that a hint to let go?"

"Not even a little bit," I admitted. He just grinned and led me to his car. Then opened the passenger’s side door for me. Jesus, now I’m getting chivalry!

We drove to The Mariner in companionable silence. We got out, he took my hand again, and we went in. Ordered our food, he paid, then we grabbed a table.

"We’re actually out in public together," he teased.

"Good," I teased back. "And we’re not fucking in public. People are going to think I’ve lost my mind."

"You?" he asked. "Think of it this way. I know, and you do too, that if I said ‘let’s fuck’ right now we’d be out of this restaurant in a heartbeat." I grinned and nodded. "So, I am turning down a fuck with the all-time Westport High fuck champion. Jesus. Last time I checked, I was a guy."

I broke up laughing. "Yeah, but I think your devious little games are more fulfilling to you than sex."

"Well, not quite," he laughed. "Besides which, I’m not being devious."

Just then, they called our number. Chuck went up and got the food. He came back with it and we ate a bit, not saying anything.

Then he said, "You see, this is the deal. Because of my reputation, I’m isolated. I have few friends and this is my first date in a long time. You, on the other hand, have a good number of friends. You might not have ‘dates’ per se, but you can have male companionship any time you want it, and can pick from half the school to get it." I nodded, while he gobbled a french fry. "So," he continued, swallowing, "what I’m trying to figure out is exactly why you’re as lonely as I am."

I dropped my fucking fork. CLANK. And stared at him in horror.

"Because you are. I’ve seen it in your eyes. I’ve seen it when I took your hand. Shit, I saw it when I told you that I gave you a freebie this morning. You’re lonely, Maggie Benson."

"God damn you Braden," I hissed in a whisper, "get out of my fucking head!"

"No," he said in all seriousness. "I’m not going to do that."

" Why are you doing this to me?" I said, real shaky.

"What? Trying to figure you out?"

"Yeah. Why do you want to do that?"

"Because I think I want more from you." I just looked at him. Just fucking stared at him.

"God, Braden, why me?" I said in a squeaky whisper.

"Because of what I said earlier. You’re intoxicating." He took a breath. "Benson, you made two mistakes. The first was picking me to get you off on Monday in bio. The second was allowing yourself to cuddle and talk after we were done yesterday. Both things gave me a glimpse. I want more than a glimpse."

"So, what to you want me to do?"

"Not leave. See what happens. That’s all."

"I can do that," I said. "Braden, I am lonely. You’re the only person that’s ever twigged onto that."

"I figured," he said.

"I’ve not found anyone to cure that, yet."

"Figured that as well."

I looked at him. "I don’t know if you’re the person to do it. I didn’t say you’re not. I said I don’t know."

"Fair enough. I don’t know if I am, either. I also don’t know if you are the one to cure mine. I’d like to find out."

"Fair enough," I said. "Braden, if there’s someone out there for me, sex has to be an important part of the equation. It’s too vital to me."

"I know that," he grinned.

"So. Tell me again why we’re going to the movies and not somewhere to fuck after we’re done eating."

"Look, Maggie," he said, "We’ve made love. I’ve eaten you out three times. You gave me a blowjob. Any complaints?"

"Hell, no," I grinned.

"Good, me neither," he laughed. "I think we’re very compatible sexually. I don’t think that’s a problem. I don’t think there’s any decisions to be made there. That’s why I don’t want to right now."

"That makes sense. Just remember one thing. Keeping me horny isn’t any way to get on my good side," I grinned. He grinned back. "I’m in The Program, it’s Wednesday, I figured I’d have gotten laid ten times by now. I’ve gotten one."

"So, go get more. Just not with me, not right now."

"Wait a minute. You think you like me. You want to explore that with me. And you want me to fuck somebody else?"

"If you feel the need," he said calmly. "You have needs, I know that."

"What about your needs?" I asked him.

"They’re being fulfilled right now. I’m out on a date with a girl I want to get to know better." I just smirked at him. "If you’re talking about other types of needs, well, yesterday was my first in almost a year. And that one was so good I should be able to at least get a couple days off of it."

I cracked up laughing. "Good. At least I’ve made an impression."

"You’ve made several," he said.

After we ate, we headed to his car. When we got there, I said, "Look, Chuck. Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m really not in the mood for a movie."

"Ah. Did you want to go home then?"

"No, not at all," I admitted.

"No sex," he said, wagging his finger at me.

"OK, no sex," I laughed.

"You want to just cruise?"

"Actually, yeah. That’d be great."

"We need cruising music, then," he grinned. "There’s a CD folder under your seat." I reached under and got it, and handed it to him. He withdrew a CD and put it in his CD player. It started playing.

"Frank Sinatra?" I asked.

"I love Sinatra. Not your speed?"

"He’s my Daddy’s favorite," I grinned. "Actually, I like him, sometimes. I’m more into stuff like The Donnas, if you want to know the truth."

"Maggie The Punk," he teased. "I like the Donnas, too. But, you know, every occasion has its own music. I’m cruising around on a hot night with a beautiful girl beside me. That almost screams for Ol’ Blue Eyes."

"Or the Beach Boys," I teased.

"No, you’re not blonde. And I know that for a fact, Sugarlips."

I blushed and grinned at the same time. "I was once. Eight grade. I looked ridiculous."

"I’ll take your word for it," he grinned.

We cruised all around Westport. We stopped into Fuzzy’s and got some ice cream. We cruised around some more. We talked, a lot. I actually told him about my mother. I don't tell anyone about my mother. How in the world he got me to do that is beyond me. Not that she left—I’d already told him that—but how it made me feel. Abandoned, not quite good enough, a ‘bad’ daughter. Why would she leave if she really loved me? I hadn’t said anything like this to anyone in seven years.

I didn’t get it. I just didn’t get it. He had burrowed so deep into my head and I couldn’t get him out. I didn’t want to get him out. Did I?

Dammit, I’m Maggie the Fuck Bunny! I control guys, not the other way around! Somehow I had lost complete control of this situation and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Well, until he got me home. That’s when he walked me to my door, hand-in-hand. True to his word, there wasn’t any sex. I guess kissing isn’t sex—because I got well and truly kissed. Oh, he’d kissed me yesterday, but that was a prelude. This wasn’t. This was the end game. I got supremely kissed knowing that there wasn’t anything else coming.

I liked it. A lot.

I went up to my room and cried. I’m not quite sure why. They might have been tears of joy. They might not have. I’m not a crier—but I cried that night, for reasons I couldn’t explain.

Dammit, I went too far.

I knew that before I dropped her off. After she got done telling me about her mother, I could see the fear in her eyes. She was terrified that she had told me all that.

Even before then—when I quite accurately told her that she was lonely—I saw fear then, too.

So, if I were playing this game, I was pushing too hard. There was only one problem. I wasn’t playing a game anymore. The minute she listened to me and accepted that I didn’t spread the thing about us around, I stopped playing games.

I used the right word earlier—she was intoxicating. And unfathomable. And altogether delightful. What can you make of a girl that will fuck all comers with a smile on her face but blushes when you hold her hand? That gets asked for blowjobs but doesn’t get asked for dates? That has been on intimate terms with half the high school but has never been courted? You have a puzzle, that’s what you have. I guess part of me wanted to solve the puzzle, still. Another part of me just wanted to cherish the pieces.

But I had gone too far, and I knew it. Too much, too soon. No, it wasn’t completely my fault—I didn’t push her when she told me all that stuff about her mother, it just came out. But I think that was from a couple of days of wearing down her defenses.

And if I knew Maggie—and I was beginning to think I did—those defenses were going to be rebuilt. I was waiting for her to go on the offensive. I knew it was coming.

I just hoped I could hang on for the ride.

--end of part three—