I needed to regain control. That was the foremost thought in my mind as I awoke Thursday morning. I needed my control back. I was losing control over myself and I did not like it.

All right, I was horny, too. Look, the whole Maggie the Fuck Bunny thing wasn’t a smokescreen. This wasn’t Maggie using sex to get love. I wasn’t that pathetic, OK? My Dad loved me, my brothers loved me, my friends loved me. I was lonely in a certain way, true. But that’s not what my promiscuity was all about. I had a lot of sex because I genuinely liked sex. And I mean that in a purely physical way. Orgasms rule, that’s all there is to it. And I liked the feeling of being filled up by a guy.

But, yeah, it was a way for me to also maintain control, and I knew it—especially the multiple-partners aspect of it. I wasn’t willing to surrender that control unless I met the right guy.

The really scary part is that I was thinking that I just might have. Met the right guy, that is. But I wasn’t sure, and I was shaky, and I was confused—and I was horny. Yeah, back to that.

So, what I did was, I beat Chuck to school and got myself undressed. As soon as there was anyone around, I yelled out, "who wants to get laid?"

Of course, somebody did. So in a matter of seconds, I was sitting on the wall spread-eagled with a big hard cock pumping in and out of me. I didn’t even know who it was, and I didn’t much care. I came, right before he did.

Chuck showed up right before I came. When my lover dismounted, I looked up and he had this very strange grin on his face. He walked past me and said, "Hi, Sugarlips," and then went in the building.

I asked for relief twice in the first four periods—and not in the class that Chuck was in.

On the way to lunch, I got propositioned. Of course, I took advantage. A nice hot knee-trembler right in the middle of the crowded hall. It was fantastic. When I got done, I noticed Jared and Amanda standing there grinning at me—with Chuck standing right behind them.

"Well, Maggie, it looks like you’re back to your old self again," Amanda grinned.

"Yeah, you’d been kind of subdued this week. We figured you’d use The Program to your full advantage," Jared added.

"I am now," I grinned.

Chuck leaned in and said, "Yup, it looks like Maggie the Fuck Bunny is back." I gave him a shit-eating grin. Then he turned to Jared and Amanda and said, "Do you know that she gets goose bumps on her arms when you hold her hand?" And then he disappeared.

I just stood there, jaw all agape. Amanda looked at me funny. I didn’t know what to say. I just shrugged my shoulders, and we walked to lunch. I ate with the gang, not Chuck.

Unfortunately, I got called down the office halfway during lunch to be reprimanded. Evidently, intercourse in the middle of the school hall isn’t a ‘reasonable request’. Hey, sounded reasonable to me. And I was on the receiving end of the request, wasn’t I? Mr. Tilling disagreed. "Too disruptive," or something like that.

So, I had to wait until after school. Which I did. "Who wants to go in the woods?" I had a number of volunteers. I picked a cutie, took him into the woods, and got myself laid again. That’s three today. Much, much better.

He took off after we did the deed. I got myself up off the ground and proceeded to start to get out of the woods myself—when, from behind a tree, out popped Braden. Grinning at me.

I don’t know if she was under the (very erroneous) impression that I had given up, or something. Because she almost looked surprised to see me. Of course, she covered it well.

"Hey, Braden. Taking notes?" she grinned.

"Do you really think I have to?" I grinned back. She didn’t know what to say to that. "How many is that today?"

"Three."

"Back in the swing of things?"

"You know it," she grinned.

"Good. Hey, listen, I need to go to the mall, buy a couple things. I was wondering if you’d like to come with. We can go to Burger Hut or something afterwards for supper."

She looked at me like I was an alien. Then she shook her head. Then she said, "What?"

"I’m going to the mall. Need to buy a few things," I reiterated. "I’d like your company."

"Um, well, OK. Sure."

"Good. You want to get dressed first?"

"Yeah, I’d better," she grinned. "Wouldn’t want to cause a stampede in front of the Target, or anything."

"Uh-huh." We went back to the school building. I could see the guy’s cum running down her legs. She fetched her clothes and then put them on. I had already gotten dressed.

"Do you know you have cum down your thighs?" I asked.

"Yeah. Like I’m not used to that?" she laughed defiantly. "What, jealous it’s not yours?"

Keep trying to bait me, Maggie—ain’t gonna work. "No," I said. No, because I know what I want, I didn’t say. And it’s not your pussy. Not unless it comes with the rest of you.

"No? I thought you were attracted to me," she said.

Aha. Now we were getting somewhere. "You forget, Sugarlips, that when we did make love on Tuesday, I was the one that asked."

"No, I didn’t forget," she said. "So you got it once, you don’t want it again? Then why do you keep hanging around?"

"I never said I didn’t want it again," I told her.

"Well? Then why don’t we go back in the woods?" she said plaintively.

"Haven’t you had enough today?" I chuckled.

"There’s no such thing as enough," she smirked.

"Maggie’s philosophy of life?" She nodded, grinning. "Ah. Well, anyhow, let’s go."

"To the woods?"

"To the mall."

She sighed, and stared at me. "You’re turning me down again."

"If I was turning you down, I wouldn’t be asking you to go to the mall with me." She just starred at me. I took her hand, and led her to my car. I opened the door, and she climbed in. Then I went and got in the driver’s side.

"Braden, you’re insane, you know that?" she finally said. I just laughed. We drove to the mall, not saying much. When we got there, I took her hand again. And, I was right—goose bumps.

"I need to hit the CD store first," I told her.

"Cool. I could pick up a few things myself," she said.

We wandered through the CD store. I found what I was looking for, and she chose a couple for herself. Then I told her I had to go to the pharmacy, for toiletries and stuff like that. There was a clothes store right next door to the pharmacy. She wanted to go there, and we made arrangements to meet afterwards.

I got what I needed in the pharmacy—and then I saw it. It was a little teddy bear. It was holding a red heart, and on the heart was printed "THUMP! THUMP!" It was adorable. I bought it.

When we met outside the stores in the mall, I said to her, "Hey. Did you buy some stuff?"

"Sure did," she grinned. She showed me a shorts set, a dress, and a skirt-and-top set. "What did you get?"

"Oh, much more boring stuff." I went through my bag. "See? Deodorant, shaving cream, shampoo, candy bars." I took out the teddy bear. "This is for you." I handed it to her, very nonchalantly, and kept going through the bag. "Razor blades, soap, aspirin. You know, boring stuff." Not until then did I look at her. She was gazing at the teddy bear wide-eyed. "I’m starving," I went on, "you want to hit the Burger Hut?"

She didn’t look at me for a good minute. When she did, she practically whispered, "You bought this for me?"

"Yeah. You like it?"

"Yeah," she said. The next thing I knew, I was being wrapped in a hug. "Thank you," she whispered in my ear. She broke the hug, visibly regained her composure, and grinned. "Burger Hut, you say?"

"Yeah."

"Lead the way," she said. This time, she took my hand, clutching her bags—and the teddy bear—in the other one.

A teddy bear. A fucking teddy bear.

I can’t remember the last time somebody bought me a teddy bear. It was probably my Dad. Or maybe Vinny. And I was probably about eleven. Jesus.

I pretty much begged him to have sex with me—and he wants to go to the mall instead. And then he buys me a teddy bear!

It was kind of pathetic, in a way. I don’t know, maybe it wasn’t. But I wondered—was I susceptible, to this degree, to any guy that treated me like an entire person instead of just a pussy with legs? Did I need to be treated that way this much? Or was it him? I couldn’t figure it out. And I needed to figure it out. Because he was making me so damn drawn to him that I didn’t know what the hell to do about it.

So, as we drove from the mall to the Burger Hut, I thought. I thought about him. Was I attracted to him? Hell, it was a lot more than that. Why? That was the tough one. Was it just because of the way he treated me? Was it because he was a ‘man of mystery’? Nah, it wasn’t the last—he was actually rather transparent, come to think of it. He was blatantly trying to make me fall for him. What was scary was that he was succeeding.

Again, why? Well, he was sweet. He was intelligent, witty. Of course, he was gorgeous. He was interesting. He was—hell, I don’t know! Who can explain this shit? Not me. Maybe I’d have to ask Jared and Amanda why they fell for each other. Actually, I’ve done that—and the only answer they could come up with was ‘we just did’.

That did not help me a whole hell of a lot.

Anyhow, we got to the Burger Hut, and got our food. Sat down, and I asked him, "You know what? I don’t know much about you. What do you do with your spare time? Hobbies?"

"I read a lot. That’s a biggie. There’s another one, but that’s more of a future career, I hope, than a hobby."

"Yeah? So what is it?"

"Easier to show you than tell you," he said. "After we eat."

"Oooooooh-kay," I said.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

"You mean besides sex?" I laughed.

"Yeah," he grinned.

"Well," I said sheepishly, "there’s one. I don’t admit this to too many people, doesn’t go with my image. Needlepoint."

"Really?" he grinned.

"Yeah."

"That’s cool, you know. Maggie’s got an artistic side."

I just grinned at him and kept on eating. We finished, then he walked me to his car. We started driving.

"Where we going?"

"My house. I want to show you my hobby slash career goal."

"OK." We drove for a bit then pulled up to his house. We walked in and the place seemed deserted. "What, do you live alone?"

He laughed. "No, Mom and Dad are in the Bahamas. Come on." He led me up a flight of stairs, into a door, and flicked on a light. It was obviously his room. It was huge.

Scattered all around were all kinds of stuff. Models, built out of papier-mâché and cardboard and clay. Drawing—blueprints, really. In the center seemed to be a model and a bunch of blueprints for a house—an absolutely stunning house. All of it was quite incredible.

"You want to be an architect," I twigged on immediately.

"Yeah," he grinned.

"What’s that?" I asked him, pointing to the house thing.

"That’s my dream house. I’ve been designing that one for a long time. Someday I hope to build it."

"It’s fantastic," she said.

"Thanks. Buildings have soul, you know—the good ones. The ones that are designed with care and love. They have soul."

"I can see it in your stuff," I told him. "That house. That’s your soul."

"Pretty much," he grinned.

"It’s beautiful," I whispered. Now I saw. Now I saw what I was dealing with, finally. I’d had an inkling, but didn’t have the whole picture. Now I got it. It’s hard to explain so it makes sense. But I’d felt like I’d seen his soul. All of it. Instead of the bits and pieces I had been seeing. And it all made sense. And it was beautiful.

And he knew I got it. He saw it in my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was being hustled out of his bedroom—and into a bathroom. And he started taking my clothes off.

"What?" I said.

"Shower," was all he said. He turned it on, and dragged me in, and washed me—and if anyone can be breathtakingly tender and in an absolute fury at the same time, he was. It felt like ten thousand fingers skittering over my skin, washing me. Especially between the legs. He let me wash him, got out, dried us both off—then picked me up and carried me back into his bedroom! He placed me on his bed—and then was hovering over me.

"I needed to wash those other guys off," he said—I’d figured that out, actually, "because I want my Sugarlips untainted." I had to giggle at that. "Now, I’m going to burn every other guy you’ve ever had right out of your mind."

Before I could even think to come up with a snappy response to that, he was kissing me. And kissing me. And kissing me some more. Then he was kissing my neck, and nibbling on my earlobe, then down to my neck again, down my chest. Then he was sucking on my boob. Very nicely, I might add.

Hey, I knew how foreplay went. I generally got more from him than I usually did, what with his enthusiasm at going down on me. But I knew the basic foreplay scheme. I figured I’d get a hop from the tittie to the pussy.

Well, I didn’t. He brought his mouth off my nipple and kissed down the underside of my breast. Then down my stomach. He tongued my bellybutton. Then kept going, down my stomach. I have to admit, this felt real good. Then he was past my stomach, right at the top of my pubes, kissing the skin right there above my pubes. Oh, go lower, keep going, I thought. I was waiting for him to keep going.

The next thing I knew he was nibbling on my toes! And his hand was rubbing my calf while he sucked my toes. Nobody’d ever done that before. And, yes, I liked it. Oh boy did I like it. Then he was kissing up my calf—his hand on my thigh but carefully avoiding any pussy contact—and then he kissed the back of my knee. Oh man. Who ever heard of an erogenous zone there? Not me, I’ll tell you.

Then he was kissing up my thigh, very slowly, getting closer and closer, right into my groin, oh my GOD that felt good, and then, oh God…..he went to the toes on my other foot!

"Oh, GOD, Chuck!" I moaned, squirming.

"Patience, Sugarlips," he said. "I want all of you, not just that." He went back to sucking on my toes, then back up my calf. Then to the back of my knee again. I was so turned on by now! I mean, come on, I had a hair-trigger to begin with, right? I didn’t need working up. But, damn, I liked it. Even if I was going completely nuts by this time.

He was kissing up my thigh again. Then he was all around—my groin, at the top of my pubes, as close to my mons as he could possibly be without actually going there. Then he was kissing my pubes, closer, closer, oh GOD.

I was completely incoherent by this point. He was so damn thorough. When he finally brought his tongue up the length of my pussy, it seemed like I had been waiting for it for a thousand years. I shrieked.

He dove into my pussy. It felt like he had three tongues. He pulled away for a second and moaned, "I could eat these Sugarlips all day," then he dove back in. Shit, like I said, I have a hair-trigger, but I’ve never come that quickly. He had me so worked up. And he didn’t stop. He kept going. And his fingers were in me, doing that drumming on my G-spot, and he was devouring my pussy, and I just kept cumming. I was howling, and jerking off the bed, and sweat was pouring off me, and I couldn’t see, and it was stupendous.

I lost count. I got to four or five before I finally had to say, "Oh, God, no more, stop, I need a rest!" I was still shivering and quaking and gasping—and, suddenly, he was on top of me, sliding into me. Jesus. I came again, just from that!

He held himself all the way into me, just stopping there while I came. I caught my breath, and opened my eyes, and there he was—staring down at me, grinning. He brushed my hair out of my eyes. He wiped the sweat off my forehead. He was still grinning at me.

"Oh, my," I moaned.

"Good answer," he grinned.

"I think my brain’s in orbit."

"Imagine that. And I’m not even done yet," he chuckled.

"Jesus. I’m the school slut, remember? Why do you make me feel like I’ve never had sex before?"

He leaned over and whispered, "Because you’ve never had sex before with someone you were crazy about. And who was crazy about you." And, before I could say a word, he started moving, slowly and gently, in and out of me.

I almost begged him to speed up, to ram it into me. But I decided against it. He’d done everything right so far—why not trust him? And, shit, was I glad I did. He built me up so slowly, that when I finally did cum—again—it was insane. Then he started going faster. I just kept riding the waves, until he finally spent himself into me.

I felt like I had run three marathons—and it was unbelievably fantastic. Every nerve on my body tingled. I felt so damn alive.

And I was getting cuddled again. He had his arms around me, he was murmuring sweet nothings in my hear, he was nuzzling my neck. This was almost better than the sex. Almost.

"Maggie?" he said after a while.

"Hmmm?"

"I’d like you to spend the night."

Hmmm. There’s another new one. "OK," I said softly. Easiest decision I’ve ever made. "I need to call home, though." He reached behind him, and handed me a cordless phone. I called, talked to Vinny, with Chuck nuzzling my neck the whole time. I handed him the phone back and he hung it up—then snuggled me from behind again.

I fell asleep in his arms.

--end of part four—